After successfully knocking Xu Jing out, Jiang Fuyue retreated completely.
Meng Zhijian: "Hey! Old Xu! You've recovered—"
"Ah? I, lost my mind, where is Jiang Fuyue?"
"Leave early."
"No... did I let her go?"
Meng Zhijian nodded: "You are the one who let her go."
"Why don't I have any impression? No... Did you hear what she said just now?"
"I heard it, but it's a pity," he spread his hands and shrugged, "I didn't understand."
Xu Jing coughed lightly.
"Don't pretend, you definitely didn't understand."
The corner of Xu Jing's mouth twitched.
His face as a teacher—is gone!
knock!
In the twinkling of an eye, the centennial celebration came as promised.
The teachers and students of the whole school gathered in the auditorium, divided into sections according to grades, and took their seats in units of classes.
Amid warm applause, the old headmaster stepped onto the stage and began to speak.
During this period, he choked up many times, and his eyes were red.
After finishing speaking, he bowed 90 degrees downward, then left the stage and returned to the guest seats, and the performance officially began.
The first to go on stage is the first grader.
Compared with the old fritters in the third year of high school, these children are still childish, with innocent smiles.
Jiang Fuyue saw Jiang Xiaodi in position C at a glance.
The teacher put on makeup, but unfortunately the makeup was rather rough, with two blobs of red rouge hanging on his face, at first glance, it looked like a monkey's butt.
Thanks to his super popularity on the Internet, Jiang Xiaodi can be regarded as a man of the hour in junior high school.
Han Yunru found the little pink love letter from his schoolbag several times.
However, Jiang Chenxing was like a little monk, he was unmoved at all, and went back the next day untouched.
It is said that it also caused the little girl to cry sadly.
"Sister, don't they need to study? How can they spend so much time thinking about these messy things?"
Jiang Fuyue: "..."
A little straight guy who doesn't understand style, the appraisal is complete!
At the end of the performance, amazing applause broke out in the junior high school area, with a few wild hiccups in the middle—
"Jiang Chenxing is so handsome!"
"we love you!"
Wan Xiutong exclaimed: "They seem to be calling a person's name, wow, it's the C position! My brother is so handsome! God-he's shy, not only handsome, but also milky! Oh my god! There is such a fairy in the first grade of junior high school Junior! Jiang Jiang, look quickly!"
Well…
Jiang Fuyue followed the trend, is he handsome
Okay.
The little guy has finally grown up this semester. He grows taller every day. He can no longer wear his previous clothes and pants, and his shoes are basically changed every two months.
Unknowingly, Xiao Douding has grown into a young boy, who is somewhat handsome, and has a somewhat mature appearance.
"Jiang Jiang, you look so calm?"
"Really?" Jiang Fuyue smacked her lips, probably because she watched it every day, so she got used to it.
No matter how handsome he is, isn't he still her younger brother
The area where Class 7 is located has a better view than Class 3. Jiang Han and Ge Meng sat in the front row again. They recognized Jiang Chenxing almost as soon as he came on stage and before he started dancing.
"Fuck - that's Sister Yue's brother, right?"
"That's right, I remember! Half a year ago, we went to the gate of Hongxing Primary School to support him and beat up that little fat guy from Huben's house!"
"My God! How did he become like this? He was a thin and small one before, the kind who looks easy to bully, no, I didn't expect to be so handsome!" Jiang Han's eyes lit up, and he began to swallow saliva.
"Let's take it easy, that's Sister Yue's brother, don't be greedy." Ge Meng quickly persuaded.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm not greedy, I'm not greedy at all." Jiang Han sneered, and quickly stopped his saliva.
But... so handsome!
Milk so much that I want rua~
The performance in the first grade of junior high school is over, and the next is the second and third grade of junior high school. Since there are not many classes, it will be the turn of high school soon.
Most of the programs were singing and dancing. One class chose recitation, but the stage effect was not good. The person leading the recitation was probably too nervous and his voice was trembling.
In contrast, the programs of senior one and senior two were much more exciting. Drama, rap, jazz, and ancient styles emerged one after another, pushing the atmosphere to the highest point.
Next is the third grade.
Everyone understands that it is difficult to stand out when the gems are in front.
However, the senior three classes are not aimed at winning prizes, the focus is on participation, most of them are reluctant to go on stage to complete the tasks assigned by the school, and the rehearsals are not very serious, and the stage effects are naturally mediocre.
Liu Bowen: "Don't seek merit, but seek no fault."
Lin Qiao: "I think the first class is very perfunctory, we should be better? After all, Zhang Xinxin is leading the dance."
"Oh! It's broken! Zhang Xinxin fell while waiting, and now her feet are swollen and she can't even walk, how can she dance?"
"It won't be so unlucky, right? Our class can only count on her. The others are all there to join the formation. They can't even remember the basic movements. It's all up to Zhang Xinxin to lead. If she can't go on stage, it's all over." Hurry up and tell Teacher Xu—”
"As I said, Mr. Xu is rushing to the backstage to see how to remedy it."
"This... can it be remedied?"
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.
"Do you want the school to cancel our class program?"
"It's too late. It's time for our class to come on stage. If we withdraw now, there will be no time to prepare for the next show, and the skylight will be opened directly on the stage. There are still so many leaders of the Education Bureau in the front row. It's a shame for the whole No. 1 Middle School. For a major mistake, Teacher Xu will definitely be punished!"
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Three watches, two thousand words.