The auditorium was packed, and thousands of students whispered to each other into a low prelude.

The seats are arranged according to the class, and the boys and girls do it separately.

On the morning of the first day of the Art Week, there was a cultural celebration, and each class produced a talent show, and the judges scored the outstanding class, and the outstanding class won the final award.

The art week is not literary at all, and the students' talents are just tools to add points to the class.

There was a mess in the background, the space was not large, there was a class to perform a large-scale drama, and the cosmetics fell on the ground and turned into lilac and pink... Coupled with all kinds of loud words, the backstage scene was out of control for a while.

In the midst of all this noise, Yue Wenwen sat quietly in the corner holding a fruit basket and carrying a drawing board. She had nothing to prepare, and her mind drifted away from boredom...

It's been three months since the start of school, Yue Wenwen feels that she is actually very ordinary, everyone in the class only knows that Yue Wenwen is the representative of the Chinese class, and she herself rarely "enthusiastically" performs, so she is not well-known in the class. If you are a friend, you are more familiar with Tingwei Yang Yu.

Yue Wenwen herself doesn't want to know too many girls, when she was in elementary school, the girls in the class were intrigued, and today they discussed that I would play with you, and tomorrow I told another person that we would not play with her.

There should be such a girl in everyone's class, all kinds of talents, sweetness, excellent grades, as long as she waves her hand, all the girls listen to her, and there is no shortage of boys who are also attentive to her. That's the princess in the class.

When Yue Wenwen was in the fourth grade, she snatched the opportunity to participate in the "princess" by mistake in a provincial children's handicraft competition, and she was targeted until she graduated.

Every time she thinks of this, Yue Wenwen sighs, she has always thought that she is the earliest mature girl in China. After experiencing the taste of being left out, she knew what loneliness and growth were.

It's good to be an ordinary member of the class all the time, but because this ordinary member suddenly became the same table as Shi Yu, there are also some gossip girls in the class who say bad things about her behind her back.

The results of this midterm exam have invisibly plated themselves with a layer of armor, and the vanity of the top ranking can counter the barking of those cats and dogs.

"Wenwen, why are you still in a daze? Check if the pencil is sharpened, you'll have to be the first to come on stage in a moment. Tingwei's sudden appearance brought Yue Wenwen's thoughts back.

Yue Wenwen raised her head and smiled at her reassuringly, and squeezed Tingwei's hand, which could be regarded as comforting her nervous heart.

There's no rush to sharpen the pencil again, anyway, she has to start from the beginning to the end on the stage.

The pre-event music came to an abrupt end, the ceiling lights in the auditorium went out one by one, and everyone held their breath. The spotlight in front of the stage turned on, and the huge velvet curtain slowly opened.

Yue Wenwen carried a fruit basket and a drawing board on stage.

Tingwei said that this is also a stage performance, and wearing a school uniform seems to pay too little attention to the stage, so she pulled her into a little black dress and gave her some powder. Yue Wenwen laughed at her at the time that she was going to send herself to a beauty pageant, and Tingwei didn't have time to pay attention to her at that time, and carefully embellished Yue Wenwen with a little lipstick.

When she stood on the stage, Yue Wenwen realized that Tingwei's choice was too right, the auditorium was a stepped auditorium, and it was pitch black under the stage at this time, like a very dark and turbulent sea water about to press over.

Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at herself on the stage, and Yue Wenwen was wondering if she walked up now wearing a school uniform and carrying a fruit basket, would her classmates think that she was going to give a gift to the judges and then did the wrong way to go on stage?

"The first program was brought to us by Yue Wenwen, a student from the sixth class of the first year of junior high school, - still life oil painting. We applaud and welcome. ”

Yue Wenwen bowed and walked to the back right corner of the stage, where there was a small table, a small chair, and a white cloth on the table. Yue Wenwen will be sitting here for the next two hours, that is, when other classes sing and dance, she will sit here as a background.

It's a little hard to think about.

Yue Wenwen put the fruit basket on the table, pinched the cloth out of the folds, and then took out the apples and bananas in the fruit basket and placed them.

Yesterday, Tingwei looked for someone to put out a show, but no one was willing to respond, and then she didn't ask, and even the people in Class 6 thought that their class had abstained from performing.

The host's microphone had many echoes, and the last few words were not heard clearly, and Class 6 didn't understand what Yue Wenwen was going to do on the stage, everyone asked each other, buzzing and messy.

Lin Sen deliberately brought glasses to watch the event, but he squinted his eyes for a long time and couldn't understand what Yue Wenwen was doing.

He vigorously picked up Fang Chen, who had been sleeping before the opening, "Eh, wake up, look at what our Ban Yue Wenwen is doing on stage." ”

Fang Chen opened his eyes in a daze pushed by him, and looked at the stage for a while, "Is she going to perform eating fruit?" ”

The girls in class 6 who looked at the moon and the temperature were all discussing why she was wearing a small skirt and what she was doing when she went up, and asked everyone's opinions.

Yang Yu suppressed the anger in her heart, and memorized the names of these girls who said cool words in her heart with an expressionless face.

Later, the teaching director who was patrolling around kicked the area of Class 6 hard, and Zhou Zhou Ming stood up to maintain order in the class, signaling everyone not to make noise. When he sat down, he began to take the lead in whispering again, "She has set up the drawing board, she should be performing painting." ”

Later, everyone gradually understood, and other programs came up one after another, and Yue Wenwen was sometimes blocked by people, and everyone didn't care about her.

Eighty percent of the program is singing, from single singing to multi-person singing, Chinese songs to English songs, and the students are a little aesthetically fatigued.

Yue Wenwen was annoyed by her VIP top close-up audience, saying that she was the closest to someone else's show, but she could only draw and couldn't watch the show on the stage, which was too tormenting.

Her neck was sore, and she could only stretch her body occasionally when someone blocked her.

Paint on stage or something, this experience should not come back a second time. Yue Wenwen smiled bitterly in her heart.

When the fourth class of the drama came on stage, everyone's eyes lit up, and it could be regarded as a fresh show.

The props in their class are very beautifully made and in place.

The students who placed the props thoughtfully placed the plastic foam board tree in front of them, and Yue Wenwen glanced at them gratefully.

When her oil painting was almost finished, she hid behind the tree and watched the drama through the gap between the branches.

The heroine turned out to be stable.

The drama is the fairy tale "Beauty and the Beast", and she plays Belle steadily.

The one who played the beast was wearing a heavy lion puppet costume, and it was really hot to watch.

You can only see a stable back, occasionally there will be a side face, the perspective given by the gap in the branches is limited, and the moon temperature is not much concerned.

Belle in the spotlight, chestnut long hair permed into beautiful curls. She swayed the hem of her goose-yellow dress and danced a simple dance on the stage, and the lion prince was hiding by the plastic cardboard to watch her.

An Wen is shiny and shiny, shining, with the childishness of a junior high school girl on her delicate cheeks, and some bright and moving that a junior high school girl does not have.

With such a good-looking stability, anyone will be moved, Yue Wenwen said in her heart.

Wen Wen and the lion who hid behind the big tree on the plastic board together looked at each other and smiled, I don't know if the lion classmate is smiling.

The lion student tugged at his suit, it should be very hot, and he wanted to breathe, Yue Wenwen comforted him and touched the lion's puppet head, wanting to convey his understanding of others, the lion nodded to this Yue Wenwen, and walked out of the foam board to continue acting.