Zhou Moruo walked over and sat beside him, Wu Boyu saw the wound on her left hand with sharp eyes, "Brother Jin, why is your hand bleeding?" ”

Zhou Moruo smiled, "It's okay," she took out a piece of toilet paper from her pocket and wrapped her left hand around.

The mobile phone in his pocket rang, Zhou Moruo took it out and looked at it,

Dai Banjiang, "Listen to the radio and enter the venue, line up and go up from the left, Xie Chao will be waiting for you over there, and, calm down, if you really can't perform solo, don't go on, I can be merciful and not deduct your credits,"

Zhou Moruo, "Huh"

She turned off her mobile phone, Wu Boyu was happily discussing with Yang Zhigang what pose is more handsome on stage for a while, Zhou Moruo pursed her lips, and wrapped the paper in her left hand tightly,

The hostess on the stage dragged her long skirt and walked up, "Recalling the past and the years, counting the merry characters, and looking at the present, dear 15th grade Chinese freshmen, tonight, let's gather together, remember the past, and praise the present!" ”

The male host with a big back said in a loud voice, "I announce that the 15th grade freshman party will start now!" ”

The lights dimmed, and everyone in the audience raised their glow sticks in their hands and cheered enthusiastically.

The radio machine sounded, "The first program, the whole Chinese class sang "I Believe,"

The show is very exciting, the atmosphere is also very good, Zhou Moruo watched it for a while, and fell asleep in a daze.

Until Wu Boyu woke her up, "Wake up, squad leader, it's our turn,"

Zhou Moruo shook his head, his voice was still a little hoarse, "Everyone, line up and go up from the left,"

Everyone sorted out their school uniforms, lined up neatly in the background, and waited for the sound of the broadcast one by one.

"Next, I invite the Chinese class 8 to bring the chorus "Run""

Yu Yingying was the first to come to the stage as a conductor, her legs were a little trembling, Zhou Moruo followed behind her and stood in the first row to lead the singer.

When the music sounded, Yu Yingying raised her baton, and everyone sang the first sentence in unison, "Speed is seventy miles......

There were thousands of people sitting in the cultural and sports center, standing on the stage and looking down, it was dense, and Zhou Moruo was inexplicably nervous.

Until she saw Jiang Lianyan, he sat where Zhou Moruo was originally sitting, holding his arms, and looking at them with a relaxed expression,

Zhou Moruo was not nervous at all, rolled her eyes at him, and continued to sing loudly with anger,

Everyone became more and more relaxed, and the sound was so loud that it almost overshadowed the sound of the accompaniment, Wu Boyu also relaxed himself and waved his hand to the audience, "Students, come together!" ”

After the singing ended successfully, the hostess on the stage said excitedly, "This song of Chinese Class 8 is so good, it simply ignites the whole stage, let us applaud them!" ”

So the people of Class 8 got off the stage in a round of applause, and Zhou Moruo walked to the edge of the seat, "Senior, please let me go,"

"What's the hurry," Jiang Yanyan handed her a note, "The solo actor wants to draw the order of playing, I'll draw it for you if you're not here, I'm going to draw a number one for you, you go backstage and prepare,"

Zhou Moruo, "......"

She took a deep breath and patted Wu Boyu on the shoulder, and the two of them went backstage.

Wu Boyu sat on the stool, already stiffened into a piece of wood, "Squad leader, Brother Jin, don't we really have to rehearse first?" ”

Zhou Moruo put away his phone and sighed, "You believe me, just stand there when you go up for a while,"

Wu Boyu asked, "Isn't there anything else you want?" ”

Zhou Moruo, "No, just stand up straight,"

Wu Boyu took a deep breath and stood up, "I'll practice first,"

Zhou Moruo, "......"

The mechanical sound of the radio sounded, "Here is the Chinese eighth class Zhou Moruo Wu Boyu to bring a taekwondo performance,"