"It can't be helped, after all, people have studied dance professionally." ^End\Beauty*Small\Talk\Net. 2 2 P Q . C O M

The old man can actually understand everyone's dissatisfaction.

These children rehearsed very seriously, because there was no need to attend classes in the evening of military training, most of the students returned to the dormitory very early, but they rehearsed until the building administrator came to urge them to leave.

After paying so much, it is inevitable that you will suddenly cancel if you say cancel, and you will not be happy.

But it is useless to have his understanding, as an age leader, he has to think more about the image of the entire grade and the school, compared to the spoof songs and dances of these children in his class, the smart peacock dance is naturally more expected by the audience.

What's more, there are still monthly exam papers piled up on his desk!

The old man cleared his throat: "Your show is not as good as Bai Huixin's peacock dance, so I have to wronged a few of you and withdraw from this party performance." ”

"Can't we just add another show?" The depressed voice was still coming from the boy at the back door.

"The time for the party is limited," the old man's tone was a little strange, and he couldn't tell whether it was regret or a little gratification, "I have already asked Mr. Zhang, who is in charge of the party, and he said that there is no way to increase the number of programs now, the number of places in this performance program is limited, and there are still a few classes in the grade that have no performance opportunities." ”

Most people seem to be indifferent, but those who directly participate in the performance or indirectly help, everyone feels unhappy, and there is gloom between their eyebrows and eyes, and they all have a calm face.

There was no class for half an hour after breakfast, and the old man sat in front for the first time and did not leave.

Getting up to go to the bathroom, the boy kept making loud noises.

The sound of closing the table with a clang, the sound of kicking down a chair as you leave your seat, and even the sound of slamming the front door of the classroom when you leave the classroom.

From the first sound to the last boy to leave the classroom, almost everyone in the class was dumbfounded.

Even if you really feel angry, the head teacher is sitting on the podium in front of him at this moment, how can he still lose his temper so boldly?

Zhu Qi, who was sitting in the last row, lay on the table, poked his head over and spoke to Wei Anran in the front row: "Hey, do you think that Fu Ziheng's temper today seems to be a little wrong?" ”

"Isn't that nonsense you're asking?" Wei Anran rolled his eyes, asked him in a low voice, and then added, "When he was angry before, he usually only put his face on it, and his brown pupils stare at you like a twist, as if he wanted to suck people in, I have known him for so many years and am most afraid of his ghostly appearance, I tried every possible way to make him run away, but I never succeeded, but today ......"

"Is it because of the show?"

"Probably, I don't know what he thinks."

……

The opportunity to perform on the same stage with Fu Ziheng, because a strange girl is gone, it must be a lie to say that he is not angry, whether it is out of some kind of careful thinking in his heart that is difficult to vent, or because he has spent a few nights of self-study and rehearsal.

You can't just waste your hard work in vain, right?

But at the same time, Pei Qingxi desperately told himself that it was actually good not to have to perform on stage, because the rest of the time was arranged by himself.

It's just right to do the question.

But she had just finished comforting herself, but she heard such a violent movement, which seemed to contain countless anger, and she couldn't help but raise her head and look at the source of the sound.

It's Fu Ziheng.

There was a gloomy air on his pretty face, his thin figure was tucked into a white shirt, probably due to the long sitting posture of the afternoon, there were some folds on his neat clothes, the lights on the ceiling emitted a bright white light, and the dazzling light of his eyes illuminated his skin almost transparently, and the aura of anger emanated from his every pore.

How could he be so angry?

The old man sighed, gently exhaled a smoke ring, then put the cigarette aside, and coughed several times in a row as usual.

Everyone was accustomed to the prelude to his speech, and they all sat up straight and waited for his words, and the old man really spoke: "I know that you are really unhappy at this time, but you must know that if you are not as good as others, you have to admit defeat, and when you graduate and step into society in the future, you will know that the reality is definitely thousands of times more cruel than now, and natural selection of the fittest is an unbreakable truth, which is not only applicable to biological evolution, but also applicable everywhere......"

In the ivory tower of the campus, the students are protected by parents and teachers, and they do not know how cruel the world outside the campus is, and everyone has a bright vision for the future

High-end office buildings, 9-to-5 working hours, energetic colleagues, and freedom from parental constraints......

Obviously, I didn't think about competition, or maybe we did think about competition in the workplace, but we were naïve enough to think that we could handle it.

The old man's earnest tone made the classroom silent.

"I haven't compared, how do you know that I can't compare?" I don't know which boy it is, I thought I was muttering quietly, but everyone heard it in the classroom that was too quiet.

No one agreed.

Because everyone knows that since the school leaders have made the decision, the peacock dance danced by Bai Huixin must be very good-looking.

And their show, except for spoofs, doesn't have much to watch!

……

I don't know if it's because I'm worried that everyone will be in a mood all the time, or because of any considerations, when the evening self-study bell rang as usual, the old man still sat in front of the podium and didn't mean to leave.

The atmosphere in the classroom is too solemn, the head teacher is also sitting firmly in the classroom, and the students do not dare to laugh and play nonsense like the other night, the sound of the tip of the pen brushing on the paper, and the sound of everyone turning the pages, filled the entire classroom for a while.

This is what Fu Ziheng saw when he came back.

The old man took reading glasses and glanced at him: "Come with me." ”

After saying that, he got up and walked to the small warehouse.

The boy's mood has stabilized, and there is no trace of anger anymore, Pei Qingxi seemed to glance inadvertently when he drank water, but he just met his sweeping gaze.

panicked, and immediately lowered his gaze quietly.

……

"What's going on with you today?" The old man sat on the chair with Erlang's legs crossed, spit out a smoke ring in his mouth, and held the cigarette he had just smoked a few times in his hand.

Fu Ziheng stood not far in front of him, his face, which had been calm, became ugly again because of his questioning, and his dark and gloomy face had an unruly appearance that was not usually there.

With his thin lips lightly, he said, "This is my first rehearsal, and I really want to perform this show well......

So the old man thought that he knew the truth, and this kid who had always been too sensible was blaming him, and he didn't bother to keep the show.

But he couldn't help it.

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