Chapter 17: The Quarrel (1)

After Xu Yan watched a complete rehearsal in the small court, he saw that it was almost nine o'clock, and he didn't study at night, and he hadn't eaten yet, so he simply went home first.

After the rehearsal ended, Xiang Zixuan and Lin Yan shouted to Jiang Shangbei and Wu Huaifeng, saying that they were going to get clothes together.

Lin Yan took the person to the art room with ease, opened the door, and said, "You guys take it slowly, see if it's done." If it's a little bit short, let it dry for another night. ”

Tan Weizheng turned around and found the one that Xu Yan said he painted for him, it was nothing special, it was just a small star in the corner of his clothes.

He pinched his clothes and said, "I love Ran! ”

Then he went to Jiang Shangbei and said, "Why are you so good!" ”

Jiang Shangbei frowned and asked Lin Yan: "So she drove out this dress?" ”

While checking the clothes, Lin Yan wrote labels according to the size number and said, "That's right." The clothes he bought didn't have time to arrive, so Xu Yan thought of this way. ”

Realizing that something is wrong, he looks up and asks, "You don't know it...... you?"

Jiang Shang pursed his lips and didn't speak again.

Just say why she took the initiative to come to him today and said that her neck hurts, she has always been the one who makes her own ideas, and she doesn't tell others.

So I didn't tell him.

Xiang Zixuan guessed a little, after all, he had known Xu Yan since elementary school, patted Jiang Shangbei on the shoulder, and said, "She's afraid that you will think too much." It's okay, it's okay. ”

Jiang Shangbei nodded.

Xu Yan was eating his mother's cut dragon fruit at home while reading a magazine.

Mom asked, "Am I going to school tomorrow?" ”

"No, your daughter, you don't dance, you don't play. I'll bring my camera with me tomorrow. I want to take pictures. ”

"Then be careful yourself, don't be fussy again. Otherwise, your father probably won't let you touch the camera in the future. ”

The cheerleading competition was after the opening ceremony. Before the opening ceremony ended, Xu Yan quietly slipped out of the back row with a camera, and Uncle Li, the head teacher, saw her hanging a camera, and said very understandingly: "The position under the rostrum is better." ”

Xu Yan nodded, and could only wait for a while before going. At this time, it is not to hit the muzzle of the gun.

The chief referee of the sports group finally finished reading the rules, and just arranged where to see the first and second years of high school, Xu Yan rushed out with the camera.

After glancing at it, he sat down against the podium.

The first and third floors of the teaching drew the fifth, and it didn't take long to see the girls in the front row running onto the field.

Qi Li and Tang Shili posed, and suddenly the dance music played, and the rhythm of the Korean dance was distinct.

The weather was exceptionally good, and the sun was already taking on some temperature at the end of April.

Well, this angle. Almost, the close-ups are pretty good, even if it's a panorama, there should be other friends to take pictures.

Jiang Shangbei waited on the side, just watched Xu Yan sitting on the left in the middle of the rostrum, the speaker was more than a meter away from her, and she patted for a while and pushed her glasses, and was suddenly frightened by the vibration of the drum.

Silly, why don't you stay a little further away from the stereo.

Xu Yan was also shocked and panicked, and he was afraid that he would not record it well, so he moved to the middle little by little, and stared at the camera.

Tan Weizheng's volley split was followed by the next dance.

Well, let's give Jiang Shang more close-ups. But as soon as he saw Li Anqi as his dance partner, he was a little unhappy.

Actually, I wasn't unhappy. It's just a little bit unpleasant. After all, Jiang Shangbei is still good-looking.

Xu Yan thought so to himself, and forced himself to work hard.

The final rhythmic exercise was uniform, and Xu Yan knew that the judges liked this style without looking at the stage.

When everyone was off the court, they stood up on the ground, flicked their legs and arms, and prepared to go back to the classroom for a while before the game began.

Actually, it's still a little hot, and it's a little sunburned, and I want to go back and touch a sunscreen to apply.