A group of people sat around the table. Wen Liang first drank some water to moisten his throat, coughed lightly, and said loudly: "Comrades, today we gather together to celebrate the successful opening of the 13th New Year's Eve Gala of Qingyi Middle School..."
As soon as the opening remarks came out, Liu Zhihe's face was full of admiration, thinking that Boss Wen was indeed different, and he would have to follow this style to lecture his younger brothers in the future. However, Ren Yi, Zhang Song and others looked depressed, and yawned collectively as if conditioned reflex. Ning Xiaoning sat expressionlessly between Ji Su and Xu Yao, and her delicate eyebrows could not help but raise upwards, resisting the urge to kick him. Ji Su stared at Wen Liang quietly, with a gentle smile on her face. To her, he was more like a sixteen-year-old boy when he was acting weird at this time, and it was easier to touch and get close to him. And Meng Ke has recently shown a tendency to turn into a crazy fan, smiling and raising his hands, ready to applaud.
What about Xu Yao? Xu Yao was naturally different from everyone else. She picked up the chopsticks on the table and motioned for others to do the same, laughing sweetly, "Hit him!"
Along with a burst of laughter, a flood of chopsticks came towards them. Wen Liang was very skilled. He spread his feet two feet and seven inches apart, sank his qi into his dantian, lowered his waist, and slid under the table in a few tenths of a second. He managed to remain unharmed in the face of such a powerful AOE skill, which was extremely charming and sharp.
With Xu Yao's introduction, the atmosphere in the room immediately became lively. Ren Yi shouted, "Why do you learn from the leader when you can learn from anyone else? Do you really think there is no Chen Sheng or Wu Guang in the world?"
Zhang Song and the others followed suit, and a bunch of bastards shouted:
"That's right. I hate listening to leaders speak. They keep repeating the same few sentences over and over again. Even the stray dogs in the cafeteria can recite them by heart!"
"Jiang Tao, don't worry, the dog in the cafeteria is really a leader."
"What do you mean?"
"It's bald!"
Liu Zhihe was sitting next to Wen Liang, and was implicated. Two chopsticks hit the corners of his mouth, causing him to twitch in pain. However, since Xu Yao was the one who started this, he couldn't get angry, so he just laughed dryly. Wen Liang flipped over and got out from under the table, angrily saying, "If you dare to disrespect the leader, I will make things difficult for you all during rehearsal!"
Facts have proved that the only consequence of a leader intimidating all his subordinates is blackmail. Wen Liang reluctantly treated everyone to a big meal before finally calming down the public anger. But joking aside, when Wen Liang announced that the next few days might be hard, everyone agreed to rehearse on time and prepare actively. Winning glory for No. 1 Middle School was secondary. The key was to trample No. 19 Middle School underfoot and humiliate it.
Wen Liang interrupted and said, "You may not know that there will be no judges this year. The two schools are working together to pray and raise funds for the flood disaster. Friendship comes first, and there will be no competition."
Everyone was stunned. Liu Zhihe was furious and asked, "Who is so uncultured to come up with this idea? What about my bet?"
Wen Liang was too embarrassed to admit that he was the uncultured person, and was about to fool around when Ning Xiaoning said coldly, "Leave it alone!"
Liu Zhihe shrank his neck, coughed dryly, and stopped talking about the bet. As the saying goes, there is always someone who can defeat you. There is nothing you can do about it.
Before the afternoon class, Wen Liang went to the Political Education Office to find Hua Xique. After hearing his purpose, Hua Xique immediately found the teacher in charge of the library and borrowed the key of an empty room on the second floor, allowing Wen Liang and his friends to use it after school. After settling on the room, Wen Liang went straight to Class 10. There were not many people in the classroom, but they spoke very loudly. No wonder Hua Xique could be heard criticizing Class 10 for its poor class spirit at the flag-raising ceremony every week. The volume was like entering a pig slaughterhouse. Wen Liang saw Tan Yu sitting in his seat. He stood at the door and called a few times but received no response. Just as he was about to go in to find him, someone patted his shoulder from behind. He turned around and saw that it was Bemi.
"Looking for Tan Yu? I'll go get him for you!"
Beimi's makeup today was very light. Although she lost her alluring beauty, she looked more delicate and clean. She seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness of running away from the car crying that day, and behaved very kindly.
"Yes, thank you."
After a while, Tan Yu and Bei Mi came out together. Wen Liang asked Tan Yu to go to the second floor of the library after school to rehearse the evening show. They had mentioned this before, so Tan Yu naturally agreed without hesitation. Bei Mi stared at him with big eyes and said, "Wen Liang, you are not keeping your word! You promised to let me go with you that day, why didn't you ask me today?"
Wen Liang was more used to this kind of Bemi, and said with a smile: "If you have time, come along, but the training will be very hard. If you cry, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Bemi pouted his lips and said fiercely, "If I cry, I will be your horse for the rest of my life!"
There was no point in saying this anymore. Wen Liang smiled faintly, patted Tan Yu on the shoulder, and turned away.
Everything was ready. Wen Liang led a group of young boys and girls to the vigorous rehearsal with unprecedented enthusiasm. Ye Meng also joined in under Zhang Song's encouragement. Wen Liang had a good impression of this little girl he met during the autumn outing, so of course he welcomed her with open arms. Everyone arrived at school two hours early in the morning, practiced for an hour before eating at noon, and practiced until ten o'clock in the evening before going home. During this period, many jokes were made and a lot of hardships were suffered. They corrected one movement at a time, listened to one drum beat at a time, sweat mixed with tears, pain accompanied by fatigue, but everyone gritted their teeth and persevered, just for what Wen Liang said:
Being able to have a group of friends with common hobbies and interests at this age, and to work together towards a goal, is something that will be remembered and cherished for a lifetime.
The end of each rehearsal is their happiest time. Boys and girls gather in groups of three or five, shoulder to shoulder, holding hands, walking on the moonlight on the ground, reflecting the stars in the sky. The rustling wind blows through the branches, and their happy laughter spreads far, far away in the silent night.
With Wen Liang, Xu Yaoning, Xiao Ning and Liu Zhihe, it was no surprise that the program passed the school's preliminary and re-selection, not to mention that their program received unanimous praise from the teachers. Wen Liang struck while the iron was hot and found the principal Zhang Yihan, proposing to sing a song with No. 19 Middle School to cheer up the people of Qingzhou who were rebuilding after the disaster. Principal Zhang immediately agreed, and after discussing with No. 19 Middle School, both sides arranged 20 students to practice together under the leadership of Wen Liang, and Xie Yan was among them.
In principle, senior high school students are not allowed to attend the party, but Xie Yan is beautiful and has a good singing voice. She is considered the trump card of No. 19 Middle School, and she was sent here to compete with the enemy. Unfortunately, the principal of No. 19 Middle School didn't know that there is an allusion called "losing both the wife and the army". Using beautiful women to fight is very easy to be seduced by the enemy!
Time danced gracefully through 1995. When New Year's Day of 1996 finally arrived, Wen Liang smiled and stretched out his hand. Xu Yao, Ji Su, Ning Xiaoning, Tan Yu, Liu Zhihe, Ren Yi and so on, all of them folded their hands together.
"come on!"
At 7 o'clock in the evening, the weather was unusually cold, but the auditorium of No. 1 Middle School was bustling with activity. No. 19 Middle School used five buses to bring nearly 200 students to cheer, and the one-and-a-half-story auditorium, which could accommodate 3,000 people, was even more crowded, shoulder to shoulder, and you would bump your nose when you turned around. The first three rows were seats for leaders. The newly promoted deputy mayor Yang Guangsheng, who is now in charge of education, sat in the middle, with Zuo Yuxi beside him. Others included the deputy director of the municipal office, several deputy directors of the Education Bureau, school leaders of No. 1 Middle School and No. 19 Middle School, leaders of the Education Bureaus of the districts and counties below and some school principals, and several business leaders who have business dealings with the education system. Qingzhou TV sent a professional team to participate in the live recording, and the stage design and lighting and sound were fully prepared. Whether it was the scale of the scene, the quality of the equipment, or the level and number of leaders present, it was a world of difference from the New Year's Eve parties of previous years.
The host is a man and a woman. The man is Liu Qi from Class 4, Grade 2, High School. He is the current president of the Student Union and the director of the school radio station. He is tall and handsome, and is a well-known figure in the school. However, it is said that Gu Wenyuan had a great chance to compete for this position, but for some reason, he was crossed out by the principal after the list was submitted. Wen Liang can pat his chest and say that this matter has nothing to do with him. Of course, it's not that he won't do it, but mainly because he is so busy these days, how can he have time to plot against Gu Wenyuan
The female host was Yang Yang from No. 19 Middle School. Wen Liang and the others were surprised at the first rehearsal yesterday, and they all looked down on Liu Zhihe. Fatty Liu looked sad and said, "First there was the flood, then there was the rehearsal. I haven't seen her for almost a week. Who knew this girl would dare to take the thief as her father and do this behind my back..."
Regardless of whether the idiom "taking a thief as one's father" was appropriate, Wen Liang insisted on labeling Liu Zhihe as a weak husband and mocked him for a long time.
At 7:30, the lights in the auditorium went out, and two dazzling beams of light shone from both sides of the stage. Liu Qi and Yang Yang, dressed in their best clothes, walked onto the stage side by side.
Youth is in its prime, let’s sing on New Year’s Day.
Wen Liang looked at the stage quietly, and heard the host's opening speech:
"Dear leaders, guests, and students, good evening..."
Then it was Zuo Yuxi's speech. Director Zuo extended the topic from the students' happy life today to the great harm caused to the folks by the flood disaster, and then returned to the theme of study, life and youth. His speech was concise, from the simple to the complex, vivid and touching, which drew warm applause from the students. After finishing his speech, Yang Guangsheng praised in a low voice: "I didn't expect Director Zuo to be so eloquent, he spoke very well!"
Zuo Yuxi smiled, but remembered the lecherous look on Wen Liang's face when he handed him the manuscript last night. His eyes involuntarily passed through the crowd and projected onto the black reflection on the west side of the stage.
Tonight, you are on the stage and I am in the audience.
Tonight is your youth, your prime.
Tonight, I cheer for you and cheer for you forever!
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