Zhao Yu had nothing to say: "Okay, you have money, but you have nothing to do to buy so many flowers, do you plan to take them back to the grave?"
"If you like it, I don't mind." Song Yan put away the card, and said in a cold tone, "I will send it to your dormitory at night, and I will wish you a happy Qingming in advance, no thanks."
Zhao Yu: "..."
God damn Qingming is happy, it's not even Mid-Autumn Festival yet.
Holding back my temper, I just wanted to have a good talk with Song Yan, when the owner of the store pushed out a small three-wheeler in a grand manner: "Come on, I'll help you send the flowers to school."
Song Yan: "Okay."
So three men and one woman swaggered and disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun together with a thousand roses.
Zhao Yu was left standing alone, feeling like a dog.
How grand and dignified a few people must be when they come back with so many roses.
Coupled with Song Yan's statement that these expenses are his own, and he will not pay the class fee, Kong Xiaoxiao can't wait to offer him as a Bodhisattva.
He happily took a photo and posted it on Moments, but when he refreshed it, he saw Yang Yue posting a post afterward.
[Little Princess Yueyue]: I'm so mad! I am so angry! Some people in some classes only know how to grab venues, props, and roses. Have you forgotten the glorious history of your principal getting angry because the show was too ugly! Hmph, don't think that we are easily bullied if we have a good temper! See you tonight if you can! Akimbo, exhale.
[Class 16 passer-by]: Oh, baby, don't be angry, you won't be pretty when you are angry
[Class 16 Passerby B]: That’s right, don’t be angry, we have a high level and beautiful people, we can still beat them
[Class 16 Passers-by C]: Their class doesn’t even have a heroine, which means that girls who can’t do it well, why should they compare with you
[Class 16 passers-by]: Yueyue, don’t worry, I’ve already made an agreement with our class and class 15, if you die, you won’t vote for their class, the first place will definitely be ours.
…
Kong Xiaoxiao wondered if this group of people were out of their minds, everyone was from the school art troupe, and they all added WeChat, did they think she couldn't see these words
Or does it mean that she knew she could see it, so she deliberately sent him annoyance
Childish or not.
She wasn't interested in playing the kindergarten version of Zhen Huan's Legend with this group of people, so she turned off her mobile phone and ran to the base of class one to watch these old men make up and change clothes.
Song Yan and Xia Zhiye have good foundations, no blemishes on their skin, and three-dimensional facial features. They can almost go straight into battle with a headgear on.
But the other actors are a bit miserable.
Ruan Tian sighed while putting makeup on them.
They sighed so that they panicked: "Don't, sister Tian, your reaction makes me feel a little uncertain."
Ruan Tian didn't speak, just took out the mirror.
The boys in ancient college uniforms looked at themselves in the mirror after putting on headgear and changing into ancient costumes, and gasped because of their ugliness: "The wigs and costumes are too eye-catching."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yan and Xia Zhiye, who were wearing the same wig and the same costume, silently passed behind them.
"..."
They looked at Song Yan and Xia Zhiye, and then at themselves.
After a brief silence, he analyzed rationally: "Actually, we and the wig are more or less responsible for being so ugly."
Ruan Tian patted their heads lovingly: "It's okay, the uglier comedians are, the funnier they are, the teacher is optimistic about you, come on."
"..."
They really didn't feel comforted at all.
·
Fortunately, the selling point of this show is not them.
Xia Zhiye and Song Yan have become famous in the entire No. 3 Middle School since the last flag-raising ceremony.
The two of them are good-looking, have good grades, and troubles, and they are eye-catching wherever they go.
Coupled with Xia Zhiye's inseparable care when Song Yan was injured, the boyfriend Li who rides Song Yan to school every day by bicycle, the righteousness who helped Song Yan in the flag-raising ceremony, and the one who took Song Yan home to sleep and let him wear his own clothes peachy rumors.
The focus of the majority of high school women has gradually changed from "these two men are so handsome" to "these two men are really sweet".
After the news that the two were going to perform "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" on the same stage, the entire high school girls went crazy.
A group of junior high school girls and senior high school seniors resolutely gave up precious evening self-study time and decided to come to the concert hall to witness the birth of love.
Xiaopang saw so many girls coming down from the background, and was so nervous that he went back and forth, but found that the two masters were still fighting the landlord leisurely, so he couldn't help asking: "Aren't you both nervous?"
Song Yan and Xia Zhiye took the time to glance up from Fighting the Landlord, "Why should I be nervous" was written all over their faces.
Fatty: "..."
Well, the big boss who has arrogantly provoked the dean under the Five Star Red banner is different.
Xiaopang decided to abandon them and go to the waiting area on the other side to find his companions to exchange normal human emotions.
When I passed by, I happened to see the people from Class 16 moving the props to the stage during the curtain call, and couldn't help but "fuck me": "They are too good at serving Huadao, no wonder they say Class 16 will definitely be number one this time."
"Who said that?" Zhao Ruiwen asked.
"That's what Tieba and Moments say, don't believe me." Xiaopang took out his mobile phone, "They also said that this time Yang Yue and Zhao Yu both made money to give milk tea, and they won't get the first place again. It would be too embarrassing."
"But didn't Brother Yan buy out all the roses? They are missing an important prop, so they will stretch their hips."
"Who is pulling hips? Who is short of props? Who cares about those roses?" As soon as Zhao Ruiwen finished speaking, Yang Yue walked over with a big skirt and high heels, and then walked away from them without looking sideways. Just pass by.
Only a proud and disdainful white eye and Zhao Yu holding a large bouquet of roses were left behind: "Sorry, I disappointed you, my mother asked our driver to bring it to me."
Fatty and Zhao Ruiwen: "..."
"It's as if we've been caught speaking ill."
"Are we completely feuding?"
"They've got roses."
"They don't stretch their hips anymore."
"Their choreography and costumes are excellent."
"We're getting cold."
Silence, long silence.
In the end, it turned into a sentence: "It's okay, we have to believe in the power of masculinity."
·
The two men are still not quite aware of the burden on their shoulders.
It's just that after losing the Douzi of Happy Fighting the Landlord, I stood bored in the waiting area beside the stage and watched Class 16's performance.
In all fairness, Class 16 is considered an art class after all, and the rehearsal of dramas is really good.
Although large sections of Shakespeare's lines reproduced on the stage of the high school campus are a bit tedious, but whether it is the props, costumes or the physical performance of the actors, they are much better than the previous programs that were sparsely put together.
At the end, the young couple Zhao Yu and Yang Yue used the excuse of dedicating their lives to art to give a kiss on the forehead, which stimulated the group of ordinary and happy sand sculpture high school students who had never seen the world to immediately boo call.
Screams and whistles, applause, endless.
The response was good.
Yang Yue and Zhao Yu were very proud when they left the stage, walking like a peacock, as if the first place in the art festival was already in their pocket.
Zhao Yu even deliberately stopped in front of Song Yan.
He was stepping on men's high heels in the middle ages of Europe, and he was a centimeter or two taller than Song Yan, and then he raised his chin, squinted his eyebrows, and curled his lips: "I'm sorry, I let you waste so much money. "
It seems to want to express what is called condescending contempt.
However, before the contemptuous gaze could be delivered, Xia Zhiye lazily took a step forward, stood in front of Song Yan, lowered his eyelids by the way, lowered his head, and performed what is called a real condescension on the spot: "It's okay, it's all Buying gifts for classmates and teachers is not a waste."
Zhao Yu and Yang Yue turned their heads and saw through the gap in the curtain that the group of people were handing out roses one by one, and the girls who received them were all delighted.
It's still here.
Looking back, just as I was about to show off my quick tongue again, the host on stage announced loudly: "Next, let's applaud the adaptation of the play "Liang Shanbo and Liang Shanbo and Song Yan" brought to us by Xia Zhiye, Song Yan, and other students from Class 1, Senior Two. Zhu Yingtai"!"
The applause and screams exploded in multiples in an instant, turbulent.
The group of people, led by Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu from the 13th class next door, shamelessly shouted: "Zhiye Zhiye! The three middle schools are the wildest! Song Yan Song Yan, Nanwu is the most beautiful!"
After shouting, the girls who didn't know where they came from immediately shouted in a louder voice: "Xia Song Xia Song, Nan Wu is the most beloved! Wild and wild, the world is the sweetest!"
The voice seemed to overwhelm, how could a group of rough men be convinced, immediately increased the volume, and shouted again.
The girls with unknown backgrounds never gave up and followed closely.
A group of men took the lead again, and the wild girls fought back.
You come and I go, the war is anxious.
It sounded more intense than when Zhao Yu kissed Yang Yue's forehead just now.
But obviously these two people haven't even played yet.
Zhao Yu, who was originally complacent, turned a little ugly, but he couldn't do anything in public, so he could only goug out his eyes, and then took Yang Yue to leave the scene angrily.
Xia Zhiye put Song Yan's shoulder lazily: "You said that the flag has been established like this, what if we lose in the end."
Song Yan didn't want to answer this question, because his complexion was no better than Zhao Yu's; "Is your school actually a secret experimental base of a mental hospital?"
Xia Zhiye: "?"
Song Yan: "Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain this high-density gathering of mentally abnormal groups."
Xia Zhiye: "..."
"Don't say that, this is just the tip of the iceberg in our campus culture of inclusiveness, openness and seeking common ground while reserving differences." Not only is Xia Zhiye not ashamed, he is even proud of it, "So why not..."
Song Yan looked sideways at him.
He stared back seriously: "So why don't we have a kiss at the end, so we won't lose."
"..."
Xia Zhiye was kicked onto the stage by Song Yan.
Fortunately, Xia Zhiye was used to being beaten in the most handsome posture, not only did he not feel embarrassed, but also took advantage of the situation and pulled Song Yan out.
Immediately, a group of old men screamed contrivedly: "Ah! Yanan is so handsome! Ye Ye is so handsome!"
The girls were not far behind: "Ahhh! The couple outfits look good! The wild ones match well!"
One after another, healthy competition, and common prosperity.
The two boys who played the role of maidservants for them were a little bit at a loss for a while: "Do you think we are going to go, or not? Don't go, the show can't continue, go, it seems that we are a little unworthy."
Kong Xiaoxiao directly kicked each other: "Don't be a fucking jerk."
Just like that, two tall and thick boys appeared on the stage in one red and one green maid outfits, and the audience suddenly burst into loud laughter.
The atmosphere was immediately brought up.
Immediately afterwards, the next few burdens also shook smoothly, and those slightly clumsy props became just the right point of laughter, not embarrassing.
In addition, the plot is compact, the dialogue is easy to understand, and the jokes are dense. The interaction between the two protagonists is naturally funny. The scene is much more lively than when they played "Romeo and Juliet".
However, the anger belongs to them, and the excitement and laughter belong to everyone present.
According to the plot of the script, when Song Yan accidentally fell down, and the hero Xia Zhiye hugged him into his arms to save the beauty, the concert hall directly became a screaming chicken slaughterhouse.
"Ah! They hugged! Hugged! Hugged!"
"Song Yan's waist is too thin!"
"Is this really something we can watch for free!"
"But is it really good to be so proficient in hugging the waist!"
The school spirit of No. 3 Middle School was lax, and there were no judges for this art week, so neither the old principal nor the dean came.
There were all young teachers present, and they couldn't hold back the audience at all.
He simply stopped them pretendingly, and let them make trouble while laughing.
As for this disturbance, Song Yan, who didn't think there was anything wrong during the rehearsal before, also began to feel that Xia Zhiye's hand clasping his waist was a little too tight.
With a push, I want to take a step back.
Xia Zhiye thought he was not standing still, so he hugged him tighter.
Song Yan could only push harder, but in the end the force was too much, he lost his center of gravity, staggered, stepped on the hem of his clothes, and fell straight back in an instant.
Suddenly weightless and flustered, Song Yan instinctively grabbed Xia Zhiye's skirt without thinking, and Xia Zhiye also stepped forward and hugged Song Yan's waist at that second without thinking. .
However, this step forward also happened to step on Song Yan's clothes.
So the two fell towards the ground unstoppably in a way of pulling and hugging each other under the eyes of everyone.
With a sound of "bang—", Song Yan fell to the ground.
There is no sharp dull pain and brain shock as imagined.
Because a slender and broad palm protected his head for the first time, and then the tall and slender boy couldn't control his figure and pressed towards him.
The boy's body temperature was hot, his shoulders were broad and his legs were long, covering Song Yan all over. The citrus scent instantly squeezed all the air around him, causing him to fall into a moment of suffocation and hypoxia.
Then some kind of extremely warm and soft touch lightly touched the corner of his lips, and gently wiped along the side of his cheek.
A string of delicate and trembling electric currents was brought up on the cool skin, which instantly disturbed the well-behaved positive and negative ions, causing the entire brain system to completely lose its normal operation in an instant.
At that moment, the audience threw roses, screamed and cheered like thunder.
The people on the stage could only hear their heartbeats in a hurry and without knowing what happened at a certain moment.
Like a naughty boy suddenly igniting a firecracker, it crackled and exploded, and the sound of shock came to my ears, but there was no trace of it.