Although he said he was afraid of death, the next day Liang Yifan still tried to borrow a school uniform from No. 3 Middle School and sneaked into the broadcast exercise.
"No way, it's too tempting."
Liang Yifan couldn't hold back his strong curiosity, and tried his best to hide from the crowd: "With so many of us, Brother Sheng shouldn't be able to beat him, right?"
"Yes." Cen Rui nodded to comfort him, "Brother Sheng should beat Kunshen first, then we can take the opportunity to escape, pack our bags and go to the end of the world."
Yu Sheng's temper is much better than in summer camp, but after all, there is no precedent for the leader to be watched, and everyone still makes a very careful plan in advance.
Liang Yifan's camouflage was flawless. Ding Zhengjiao gave everyone masks for camouflage, and couldn't help but ask him, "Where did you get this suit?"
"It's not a lie." Liang Yifan immediately became energetic, "We broke up at the bar yesterday. I wanted to inspect the Internet cafe here and met a friend who hit it off right away..."
He has always been familiar with him, and he can find hit-and-run friends everywhere. Ding Zhengjiao didn't listen carefully, and passed him the mask to Cen Rui: "Keep a low profile and make a plan, right?"
Cen Rui was very confident: "It's done. Two escape routes for being beaten when not disbanded, three escape routes for disbanding when people are everywhere, and an emergency backup plan."
The academic tyrants who combined knowledge and action got together and familiarized themselves with the escape route. Liang Yifan was very lonely, and he was still trying to emphasize: "Listen to me, this time this friend is more familiar than before. I don't know why, I just saw him. There is a sense of intimacy that arises spontaneously, as if this is my long-lost brother..."
The former deputy team leader Kong Jiahe was very nice. He wanted to remind him not to talk nonsense first, and let everyone see how the road goes, but Cen Rui pulled him back.
"Don't remind him."
Cen Rui took Kong Jiahe's shoulder and patted it twice: "The emergency backup plan is to throw Lao Liang out, let Brother Sheng beat Kun Shen and then beat Lao Liang. We take this opportunity to pack our bags and go to the end of the world."
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Several people were still researching countermeasures. As soon as Xia Junhua raised his head, he suddenly tugged at Cen Rui's clothes: "Look."
It was just the third team's turn to play.
Yu Sheng was still wearing that set of hand-painted sportswear, and he had to jump up and down when doing exercises. The little dinosaur couldn't stay in his pocket, so Jin Linkun added a pin overnight and pinned him on the zipper.
Yu Sheng looked rather disgusted when he went out, but now he still meticulously opened his pocket and poked the swaying little Tyrannosaurus Rex.
The boy in the sportswear is so tall that he can see it in the crowd at a glance.
Jin Linkun deliberately walked around in front of the principal before the performance, and got his wish and was taken to the rostrum to look after him. He was holding a video recorder, waving at him while standing under the watchful eye of several directors.
Yu Sheng felt that it was too embarrassing, he didn't want to talk to him at first, but when he greeted his happy smile, he couldn't hold back, raised the corner of his mouth, and jumped onto the podium neatly.
The boy has a narrow waist and back, and his loose sports clothes are lifted up with the movement.
The students in the audience were all waiting for the leader of the seventh class. When they saw this scene, they suddenly burst into extremely loud and warm applause.
Jin Linkun held on to the railing, looked down at their children raising their hands in a serious and unconscious manner, took out a shiny stainless steel whistle from his clothes, and blew a crisp whistle of "one, two, one".
The people from Class 7 have been practicing very late every day these days, but now they are very proficient.
The password for radio gymnastics sounded from the radio.
"Hurry up, cheer up!"
The Sports Committee stood in the middle and lowered his voice to emphasize the essentials: "The movements must be in order, follow Brother Sheng closely, and you are not allowed to grab the tempo until the rhythm..."
If there is no accident, this is their last high school sports meeting and the last chance to participate in this kind of competition.
In the third year of high school, too many things have become the last time.
The delinquent teenagers who usually stumble around again and again now wash their school uniforms clean and put them on their bodies, doing their best to concentrate.
A few of them were still talking about the rhythm nervously, and they quickly followed up when they found that they made a mistake.
Obviously, when he was practicing, he was so disgusted with giggling.
The leading boy's shoulders and backs are tall and straight, and his movements are extraordinarily standard. The whistle was tucked back into the collar, the thin red string was half-hidden around the neck, and the arrogant little Tyrannosaurus rex was pinned to the edge of the pocket.
Everyone at the summer camp, who had originally planned to take the opportunity to take a few rare photos, watched for a while, and invariably fell silent.
"Seriously." Cen Rui sat for a while, rubbing his head, "Just at this moment, I suddenly remembered that Brother Sheng is actually not yet an adult."
"Shh." Ding Zhengjiao immediately sat up straight, glanced around vigilantly, and remembered that Yu Sheng was still leading the exercise, he was a little relieved, "No one is allowed to disclose the confidentiality that has been agreed, do you hear?"
Cen Rui raised his hand and assured: "I heard it, I will never let Brother Sheng know before the seventh..."
A few of them came over, in fact, they came to fight the front.
The study task is getting tighter and tighter. The countdown to the 300-day college entrance examination has already begun. It is not easy for the seven groups to get together again, but more than half of the people secretly bought the No. 7 ticket for various reasons.
A few of them had a little free time and came over to prepare in advance. Originally, Kong Jiahe didn't need to come here in advance, but he was in a hurry to give these people the papers and key exercises that he finally copied down, so he still followed Ding Zhengjiao and bought tickets to come to City A together.
Jin Linkun knew about this, and Yu Sheng was still kept secret. A group of people issued a military order, even if Liang Yifan was beaten and lost his human form, he must not let Brother Sheng know this secret in advance.
Liang Yifan still doesn't understand how this matter has anything to do with his beating: "Why am I being beaten beyond human form?"
"You have paid so much for Kunshen and Brother Sheng." Cen Rui patted his shoulder earnestly, "Do you still care about this?"
On the playground, more than half of the seventh class's radio exercise was performed, and the applause from the playground also followed one after another.
As far as the effect is concerned, the practice is not particularly neat, but it can still be seen that everyone is very serious.
The phalanx did not need everyone to perform on the stage. Lao He did not know where to find a bunch of bunting flags. Each of the eliminated classmates gave a shot, and was responsible for enclosing the performance area on the side, or let everyone play.
Lao He smiled and watched for a while, patted Jin Linkun, said a few words in a low voice, and took the video recorder from him.
The camera zoomed in carefully, recording the faces of the students below, sweeping over everyone.
The sports committee took the lead in shouting the password, and the voice was so loud that it shook the ears. The squad leader has a sullen face, doing it horizontally and vertically, and can play a robot when he changes his clothes.
Duan Lei was in charge of raising the colorful flags. He was so nervous that he lowered his voice and reminded the people around him to move.
Yao Qiang was halfway through, and when he looked up and saw the video camera facing him, he grinned and wanted to smile, but his eyes suddenly turned red.
The boy who leads the exercise has a standard movement standard. Although the sportswear is loose, you can still see a distinct tall and straight figure, as clean as a cedar that has just begun to joint.
Even a little haze can be shaken off completely.
"It's all very good, and the performance is very good!"
After a radio exercise, Lao He brought people back to class with satisfaction, patted the shoulders one by one, and distributed lollipops to a group of students: "I watched other classes' performances, so why don't we..."
"Lao He." The sports committee couldn't help raising his hand, "Your 'might as well' use is a little too incisive."
It clearly shows the kindness of the head teacher who wants to comfort everyone.
The comparison is over, and I have tried my best to do my best. Everyone relaxed with relief, and immediately followed the lively and roared, causing a commotion in Lao He's correction.
The seventh class was the last to be reviewed by the radio drill. After the end, they went back to work and explained a few homework and vacation matters, and then they could go back to enjoy the short and rare vacation.
Several people in the summer camp originally wanted to take the opportunity to sneak into the team and leave quietly without a trace. Duan Lei, who had just handed in the bunting, suddenly found a familiar shadow in an unfamiliar figure, and said hello happily: "Friend!"
Yu Sheng was about to go back to work with the team, when she heard the sound subconsciously raised her head and glanced.
Liang Yifan: "..."
Ding Zhengjiao remembered the previous conversation: "Is this your friend who hit it off at first sight?"
"I'm careless." Cen Rui pressed his forehead, "When Lao Liang suddenly mentioned this sentence without warning, we should realize that it echoes in the following text."
None of the plans that were made with great difficulty were used, and everyone in the summer camp hugged together, watching Yu Sheng peel off the lollipop and put it in his mouth, patted Duan Lei on the shoulder: "Go, cover Lao He's eyes. superior."
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The good friends at the summer camp were beaten by their brother Sheng with a lollipop and ran away crying.
Yu Sheng bit the lollipop in half, threw the thin white stick, and waited for Jin Linkun to sneak down from the rostrum: "How does it look from above?"
The borrowed bunting was to be returned to the equipment room, and several class cadres had a lot of things in their arms, so Yu Sheng took the bunting down in no hurry to go back.
Jin Linkun took half of it and walked with him to the equipment room: "It's great."
Always not stingy about her boyfriend's praise, Jin Linkun held the flagpole of the bunting with one hand and showed Yu Sheng a video recorder: "I can hear the screams of those little girls."
This is true. Even if Yu Sheng stood on the stage and walked two steps, there were people applauding, and his movements were coordinated. The whole set was almost like a direct copy of the standard broadcast exercise demonstration video.
But the children are also very serious.
Boys of this age are particularly attractive in what they do seriously. A clean and pure teenager, even if there is no extra modification, can directly touch the heart of the heart.
The two returned the flags, sat in the equipment room, and watched the video together.
Looking at the still eye-catching hand-painted patterns on Yu Sheng's clothes, Jin Linkun couldn't help but quietly pulled the corner of his mouth, put away the video recorder, and sighed softly.
Yu Sheng glanced at him: "What's wrong?"
"I want to kiss you."
Jin Linkun rolled his eyes, raised his hand and touched his hair: "I want to tell the little girl that you are a child of our family and don't go with others."
Although there was no one in the equipment room, it was still outside after all, and there might be surveillance surveillance somewhere.
Jin Linkun was content with his mouth addiction, and refocused on Yu Sheng's coming-of-age ceremony.
Everyone in the summer camp is ready, but they also need to be arranged in detail. Ding Zhengjiao sent him a few more messages just now, he took the time to glance at it, and asked him to choose the pattern on the cake, worried that Yu Sheng would find out, and he has not responded.
Jin Linkun got up and walked out, holding the phone in one hand, and secretly replied two messages.
When he walked to the door, Yu Sheng suddenly gave him a hand.
"What's wrong?" Jin Linkun recovered, quickly put away his phone, and stopped, "Forgot something? Go back and take a look—"
Yu Sheng dragged the person back from the door, closed the door, and said quickly, "I didn't show it to the little girl."
Jin Linkun forgot what he said just now, and almost didn't have time to respond: "Ah?"
Yu Sheng also sighed.
Before Jin Linkun could react, the familiar temperature suddenly approached, and a slight coldness appeared on his lips.
The child in his arms stood on tiptoe a little, grabbed his sleeve firmly with one hand, and parted his lips a little jerky.
He fed the half of the lollipop that the teacher had just given him that had been in his mouth all the time.
"I didn't show it to the little girl."
Yu Sheng looked up: "How does it look from above. Ask you, boyfriend."