On the last day of the end of the century, the festive atmosphere became stronger.

Various fashionable and large-scale activities seemed to be taking Sheng Hai toward the 21st century. Some entertainment venues even held masquerade balls, which were flocking to it and suddenly lived a Western bourgeois life.

Song Weiyang and Lin Zhuoyun went shopping in the afternoon. They originally wanted to watch movies, but the ticket purchase queue was too long and they were too lazy to squeeze in with people.

Lin Wanzi went to Nestlé headquarters to study and inspect and had not come back yet. Doudou had been rehearsing for an afternoon and had to perform formally in the evening. Song Weiyang and Lin Zhuoyun must watch as parents.

After Doudou entered junior high school, the school's name was "Fudan Affiliated Second Middle School", which was formerly the "Fudan Children's School Middle School". Next door to the school is "Fudan Affiliated Middle School", and even the principal is the vice principal of "Fudan Affiliated Middle School". A large proportion of students here went to the affiliated middle school and then were admitted by Fudan University.

Another Fudanese son.

After Song Weiyang and Lin Zhuoyun entered the school, they didn’t have to hide it, because counting high school and junior high school together, there were less than 500 students in the seventh grade of the school, and more than 80% were children of Fudan faculty and staff, and the school funds were directly allocated by Fudan University.

As soon as I got off the car, someone took the initiative to say hello: "Boss Song, Teacher Lin, you are here too!"

"Hello." Song Weiyang didn't know this person, so he could only greet him politely.

Lin Zhuoyun was very familiar with her and responded with a smile: "Professor Wei, long time no see."

Professor Wei said: "My son is in the third year of junior high school."

Lin Zhuoyun said: "My niece is also studying here."

Professor Wei said: "Fudan students' family will be in contact with each other in the future."

"It should be." Lin Zhuoyun said with a smile.

After the man left, Lin Zhuoyun introduced: "The teacher from the law school was promoted to associate professor last year and was a colleague with me before."

After walking a few steps, another greeting said: "Hey, Xiao Song, you are here too, Xiao Lin is here too."

"Hello, Professor Zhang!" Song Weiyang knew this person and had taught him "Social Psychology" for a year before.

I met many acquaintances along the way, like Fudan teachers holding a friendship meeting. Song Weiyang couldn't show off in such occasions. He had met three professors and lecturers who had taught him before.

I heard that Song Weiyang was coming, Principal Chen from the Second Affiliated Middle School was very proud of his face and took the initiative to come over to shake hands with him: "Xiao Song, thank you for your generous donation!"

"As a student of Fudan, these are all right." Song Weiyang said with a smile.

Well, the plastic track of the Second Middle School today was donated by Song Weiyang when Doudou entered school.

This is true for many facilities in this school. As early as ten years ago, an academician donated 20,000 yuan to make a scholarship fund. At that time, it was rare for households with 10,000 yuan. Just half a year ago, the Affiliated Second Middle School even established the first middle school campus network in the country. Junior high school students elsewhere had never seen a computer, and junior high school students here could chat on the campus network.

Not only that, even the drinks and prizes for the event tonight were sponsored by Song Weiyang.

So Doudou became hard, and the teacher attached great importance to it. He usually managed it very strictly, and it was common for me to stand and hit the palms.

"Uncle, aunt, you are here!" Doudou ran over.

Song Weiyang asked: "Have you eaten dinner?"

Doudou said: "I've eaten it, I'll eat it after the last rehearsal."

"What are you dressing up like? You're fancy." Lin Zhuoyun couldn't laugh or cry.

Doudou was wearing a golden reflective leather windbreaker. The more exaggerated it would be, she smiled and turned around and said, "Isn't it beautiful? Teacher Zhang knew that I was going to perform Lee Zhenxian's dance music, so she specially got a set of performance costumes. Because it didn't fit, she asked the tailor to change it to its current size."

"Who is Teacher Zhang? He paid for it himself?" Lin Zhuoyun asked.

Doudou said: "Teacher Zhang is the music teacher in our class, and she is responsible for today's party."

Song Weiyang said with a funny look: "The clothes are great, but the blush and lipstick are too bright. I'll wipe some off for you."

"I also think it's not good to wear makeup." Doudou closed her eyes and raised her neck to wait for Song Weiyang to wipe it.

Song Weiyang raised Doudou's chin and carefully wiped off part of the blush and lipstick, and finally barely became a look that could still be seen.

"Uncle, aunt!" Dou Xiaoxiao, Dou Dou's best friend, jumped over, and the blush was even more terrifying. With thick foundation, it would be absolutely scary to go out at night.

Doudou said proudly: "Xiaoxiao is my dancer."

"Tsk, I caught a cold some time ago and my throat was uncomfortable, otherwise I would definitely be the lead singer!" Dou Xiaoxiao was very dissatisfied.

Doudou has a total of six dancers, including three men and three women, all of whom are from their class.

The event is about to begin. Students and parents move benches to sit on the playground in a square formation based on classes. In fact, the number of people is very small. There are 40 students in each grade in the high school, and 80 students in each grade in the junior high school. Each student’s parents are here, and some grandparents have only barely exceeded 1,000 people (I forgot that Shenghai is in the May 4th school system, and actually asked Doudou to go to the sixth grade of elementary school, so don’t go into the depth of the year).

From time to time, parents of students took the initiative to greet Song Weiyang, while students were busy distributing drinks.

How to say it?

Thanks to Song Weiyang's various activities sponsorships, the entire Fudan and its affiliated high school, the second middle school and the affiliated primary were all occupied by Xifeng's beverages, and even the convenience store was too lazy to enter the same type of products of other brands.

Therefore, there are often new Fudan students who can't buy Coca-Cola when they travel all over the campus, and regard this as a very rare thing.

A few headlights illuminate the stage. In the cold night wind, two high school hosts took the stage and started the opening remarks of the Spring Festival Gala.

Next is a chorus, then a poem recitation, and after the song "Song of the Seven Sons", there is an erhu performance. The children are all very talented. There are many interest groups in the school, and the school football team is also very strong at this time.

After a martial arts performance, it was Doudou's turn to play.

It was quite cold, and Doudou and her friends were wearing very little. She was wearing a golden shiny leather coat, wearing long white leather boots, and her hair was combed into a big ponytail. She didn't know where to get a microphone for a tail finger.

Under the background of six dancers, Doudou also began to twist her body, and then a crappy Korean lyrics popped up: "What is the Xili Ali Gu Ni's 70-sky wind? I'll wash my lining ~ huh huh ~ oh huh ~ oh huh ~ oh sina's house smashed Aliza, the thieves will suffer... "

The instructor probably made choreography adjustments and removed all the particularly tempting movements, but overall it was still close to Lee Jung-hyun's original version.

The strange and psychedelic dance style was well interpreted by Doudou, and at least it was like that. It was just that I was too tired to sing and dance. When I jumped to the second half, Doudou's breath was obviously less, and there were even occasionally gasping noises.

At least half of the parents don’t like it because it’s too avant-garde and too ostentatious.

But the students were particularly fond of it, cheering and screaming throughout the whole process, and the classmates shouted Doudou's name, making them look like a little star holding a concert.

After the curtain call, Doudou ran off the stage quickly and threw herself into Song Weiyang's arms and said excitedly: "Uncle, I'm so happy today. I'm so nervous. There are two lines of lyrics that were wrong!"

Song Weiyang laughed: "Your Korean lyrics are even if you sing ten wrong sentences, Koreans can't hear them."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Doudou was angry with her cheeks.

Lin Zhuoyun smiled and said, "Let's sing Chinese songs next time."

Doudou said proudly: "I'll consider it again!"

The school party ended at around 9 o'clock. Song Weiyang originally wanted to take Lin Zhuoyun and Doudou to the city, but there was a traffic jam not far from crossing Su River, so he had to turn back halfway.

Doudou was very excited anyway. She was jumping and dancing at home watching TV. It was meaningless to her across the century, but it had some extraordinary meaning. She couldn't say what she felt.

Near 12 o'clock, someone had already set off fireworks in advance nearby, and the light of the sky could be seen faintly in the city.

Song Weiyang lay on the balcony and looked at it for a while. As he estimated the time, he said to Lin Zhuoyun: "Let's have a kiss across the century."

"Okay." Lin Zhuoyun smiled.

The two hugged each other, their lips and teeth touched each other.

A century has passed like this.
Chapter completed!