The next one was the program of Class 1, Grade 2. There was a commotion in the auditorium. Many people took out their mobile phones and prepared to record the whole process. Some even broadcast live online for people from other schools. Sitting in the first row, Wang Hongyu was very satisfied with the effect of the audience's attention, and said to the colleagues next to him: "Look at the show, my class, it's a sensation, tsk!"
Teacher Ma is the head teacher of Class 13, Senior High, and also teaches Chinese. The last program was a poetry recitation of their class. It was so long and boring that even the school leaders almost fell asleep. He was embarrassed, but Wang Hongyu wanted to show off, so he stared dissatisfiedly: "You can be proud!"
The lights were turned to the darkest, and Lin Jing found a place on the left side of the stage.
The roughness of the props and costumes is an objective reason. After all, the class fee is only so small. But in terms of not requiring money, such as the arrangement of the plot and the choice of music, the entire crew is still very careful. The sound effect at the beginning was heavy rain accompanied by strong winds, and the lights gave the effect of lightning and thunder, which quickly dispelled the shadow... and drowsiness brought to the audience by the previous poetry reading.
Because of the setting of the scene, the entire stage is still dark at this time, with only a ray of light shining on Ji Xingling—your brother Xing is the poster board, responsible for explaining the entire plot, so the audience must remain in the most eye-catching state.
He was sitting on a platform more than two meters high. He looked clean and straight, his temperament was as cold and flamboyant as ever, not like a prince in a fairy tale, but more like a tree in the forest at night, soaked in the cold white thin In the fog, it is covered with a faint silver light by the moonlight.
Li Moyuan squeezed his throat and said, "Ah! Magic Mirror! Who is the best learner in this kingdom!"
All the audience said in unison: "Ji Xingling!"
It can be seen that everyone has no morals, and they all look at their faces. Only Li Moyuan was still screaming dedicatedly: "I! It's me! You stupid people!"
Lin Jing took out his mobile phone and took a photo of Ji Xingling. Although the school will record the whole process, it is different and of a different nature.
The appearance of Luo Linsi also brought a small hot spot. As long as she is not looking closely, the cheap princess dress on her can still pretend to be gorgeous and bright. Zhang Luwen from the second class also participated in the show this time. The finale piano solo, costumes and makeup were all custom-made. Because it was still early, she had been sitting under the stage watching the show, in the right position in the first row—in fact, as long as the person on the stage turned his head or just shifted his gaze, he could see himself.
But no, not for a second.
The boy who has liked for a long time, his eyes will not fall off the stage at all, he has been looking at the left side of the stage, and occasionally he will smile, which will attract the girls around him to shout.
Zhang Luwen squeezed her hands unwillingly.
She even thought meanly, why can you also like him.
Luo Linsi picked up the hem of the skirt, and patted the background board angrily: "Who do you think is the most beautiful person in the world?"
Your brother Xing didn't speak, but silently changed the line board in his hand—as high school students, we should study hard.
The audience roared with laughter, expressing a moderate amount of ridicule at this hypocritical behavior that was obviously intended to echo the preferences of the school leaders.
Sixteen and seventeen-year-old boys and girls are bright and lively. When they interact on the stage, the entire auditorium is full of youth and youth. At the beginning, Mr. Xiao Lin used gestures to help Ji Xingling adjust the order of the background boards. Later, he found that he remembered it very well and didn't need to worry about it at all, so he started to concentrate on photography. And Bai Xiaoyu, who is also one of the directors, would normally take pictures to keep, but she glanced at the opposite side and saw that Lin Jing was holding up her phone, so she didn't do repetitive work, and took pictures of Ji Xingling with confidence and boldness.
The actors on the stage were completely unaware that they were being ignored by the two directors, and they were still working hard on the performance. Yu Yizhou has a relatively low sense of humor. Although he has participated in several rehearsals, Li Moyuan is obviously over-excited today. He is very dramatic when he speaks his lines. And the forest violinist Wei Xue can bear it a little bit, you brother Yu doesn't have so many worries about the mutated tree, standing in the corner hahaha laughing non-stop, although there is no swaying, but the effect of shaking is better than swaying.
The whole stage play came to an end with the whistles and screams of the audience.
Wang Hongyu took the lead in the standing ovation, because he was sitting in a conspicuous position, so that the rest of the audience also stood up. Only my colleague Lao Ma still felt unbalanced: "Old Wang, you are quite old, I didn't expect you to be quite vain."
Wang Hongyu is complacent, I am vain, it is because my students are fighting for their spirits!
The lounge was full of people, because there was an awards ceremony later, so everyone didn't change their clothes, and each found a corner to rest. Ge Hao took off his headgear with difficulty, and asked out of breath, "What if we don't win the prize?"
"We must win the prize." Hou Yuetao said seriously, "Otherwise there will be shady scenes!"
"That's right, Mr. Li and Luo Linsi have worked so hard, and Brother Xing is pressing the field, so the first prize is a must!"
"If you don't give us the first prize, you won't give Brother Xing any face!"
The chief director, Brother Lin, adopted the encouragement method of sharing rain and dew, and took the initiative to say that not only Ji Xingling, everyone is very handsome, we must be the first this time.
"Brother Lin, show us the photos."
"Yes, I want to see it too!"
"Send it to the group."
Seeing that a large group of male and female students was about to attack, Lin Jing decisively pressed the power off button without changing his face: "My mobile phone is out of battery."
"Bai Xiaoyu, sister Xiaoyu."
"Sister Xiaoyu."
"Come and share."
Bai Xiaoyu: "..."
Bai Xiaoyu looked nervous: "Well, my mobile phone is dead."
all the classmates:
Lin Jing came out to smooth things over: "If there is no electricity, it means we shoot a lot. This is a performance of dedication, okay? I'll post it later in the evening."
He wasn't worried at all that this bad check wouldn't be cashed. With Lao Wang, a middle-aged photography enthusiast, he probably could take pictures of the camera's memory card until it was full.
Ning Fangfei took a few students and bought them hamburgers and fried chicken. Everyone was too busy to eat at noon, so it was a good time to make a cushion. Ji Xingling carried a fried chicken bucket alone: "Go out to eat?"
"There are people outside, let's forget it." Lin Jing cleaned up a table, "In case Teacher Wang comes over."
Ji Xingling agreed, and wanted to get a Coke straw, but was slapped away by Teacher Xiao Lin on the way: "Put on gloves first!"
"… oh."
Yu Yizhou was quite convinced: "Brother Lin, how did you get educated, and teach me some advanced experience?"
Ji Xingling cast a sideways glance: "Education ass, what qualifications do you, a mountaintop caveman who doesn't wash his hands after eating, have the right to chatter!"
The young master's voice was laziness, and most of the rest room was quiet in an instant. All the cave dwellers who hadn't washed their hands put on their gloves with mournful faces. Life committee."
The current life committee member and coolie worker was pleasantly surprised: "Really?"
"Fake." Ji Xingling put his long legs on the chair, "Go and eat your meal!"
The original chickens were all similar in appearance, Lin Jing picked up a piece casually, only to find it was a chicken breast after biting into it.
"Come here, this is for you." Ji Xingling handed over his chicken wings, "I'll eat yours."
Lin Jing glanced around sensitively and vigilantly to confirm that no one was paying attention, and then exchanged food with him.
Ji Xingling smiled: "Are you so careful?"
"Wouldn't it be better to be careful?" Lin Jing kicked the chair beside him and sat down. "Don't you want to tour the whole school with a loudspeaker and tell everyone that we are in a relationship?"
"Not really." After Ji Xingling finished speaking, he added earnestly, "It's not that I don't want to, the main thing is that the loss outweighs the gain and delays your admission to Peking University." It also delayed my entrance examination near Peking University.
Teacher Xiao Lin pushed Coke in front of him: "Yes."
Ji Xingling continued to bite the collarbone of the chicken with "crunching" and his teeth were extremely sharp. Lin Jing felt that he was hopeless, and even his boyfriend was so handsome when he gnawed on a bone. The love filter was so thick that it could circle the entire world. Ji Xingling shook his hands in front of him: "What are you in a daze for?"
Lin Jing said without hesitation, "I was thinking about how handsome you are today."
"When will I not be handsome?"
"You are handsome any day."
He is so handsome that Mr. Xiaolin can't wait to finish the college entrance examination tomorrow and start a new life. Happy eighteenth birthday.
Ji Xingling was very satisfied with the answer, and offered to help him eat the remaining half of the chicken leg.
The last program of the school celebration was Zhang Luwen's piano solo. Out of the mentality of supporting Luo Linsi, none of the boys in the second class of senior high school went to watch the so-called school belle, a group mobile phone game against the mentally handicapped, and blatantly used the school rules as a display. He was blasted out by Ning Fangfei.
The awards for this year's school celebration performances will be divided into pigs. As long as you participate, you can be "excellent". For the rest, there will be three third prizes, two second prizes, and one first prize.
Zhang Luwen's piano solo and the stage play of Class 1, Grade 2 are considered popular programs for the first prize. Zhang Luwen wanted to be number one, mainly because of Ji Xingling, and amateur actors in stage plays also wanted to be number one, mainly because there was a bonus for being number one! The amount is as high as 2000 yuan! Available for the whole class to go out for a BBQ!
Then there must be a fucking fight!
Everyone was gearing up, and complained why Lao Wang didn't say it earlier, if I knew I had money to get it, I would promise to be more coquettish!
In the final result, Zhang Luwen's piano solo was the second prize.
The first class of the second year of senior high school couldn't hold back their excitement, and started screaming while they were still in the background, wishing they could beat gongs and drums to celebrate. It was Tang Yaoxun who presented the second prize. Everyone thought that the first prize should be announced by the headmaster himself, but Miss Manners helped up a gray-haired old man.
Both Lin Jing and Ji Xingling were surprised.
Most of the audience in the audience didn't know the old gentleman, but those who could appear on this occasion were either the old principal or the old teacher, so they all stood up and applauded spontaneously. Guarding the sacred tree took the trophy and handed it to Lin Jing with a smile: "Come on."
Lin Jing was a little embarrassed. If he had known Grandpa Dashu was there, he would not have made up this frivolous comedy full of Internet terms, and would have changed it to a more serious one.
The guardian of the sacred tree patted his hand kindly: "Come to my house for dinner tonight."
Ji Xingling had to cough beside him.
Guarding the sacred tree: "Go, go, come, too."
Ji Xingling silently protested, what kind of disgusting attitude is this for treating guests.
If it weren't for Mr. Kobayashi, I wouldn't really want to be a guest at the botanical house, okay