The name of the sketch we performed was chosen by the head teacher, which was called "The Bad Student Who Is Not Bad" and the main meaning of the sketch were quite consistent. After a class in the second year of junior high school, Zhao Lin walked onto the stage as beautifully as a flower and said in a pleasant voice: Next, please invite the students and teachers from Class 1 of Grade 1 to perform the sketch "The Bad Student Who Is Not Bad Student Who Is Not Bad Student Who Is Not Bad" for everyone.

This name may be particularly attractive. Everyone applauded and looked at the stage looking forward to it.

We went on stage, let alone, I was injured when I fought today. I looked like a bad student who often fought. After I went on stage, according to the script, I quarreled with the class committee member, but I was not on duty, did not hand in homework, and spoke loudly in self-study class. The class committee member was scolded by me, so she went to complain to the teacher.

Then, the head teacher came on stage.

In fact, among the students in our school, Zhao Lin is the most beautiful, and among the teachers, our class teacher Jiang Qingqing is the most beautiful, and there are also reasons why she is particularly relaxed. I guess many boys in the school secretly fantasize about her. However, although her reputation is not good, all the boys in the school were excited after seeing her perform on stage. After the class teacher came on stage, he did my ideological work like the script. Unfortunately, I was so angry that I trembled all over. The class teacher's acting skills were particularly good.

The scene later was that I fought and the head teacher did my ideological work. I directly scolded the head teacher, and the head teacher was so angry that I cried. Maybe the head teacher performed so well, I heard many boys in the audience scold me, saying how could there be a student like me? Such a student should be expelled. Staying in school is simply a disaster. When I heard these comments, I was almost mad.

Later, the head teacher fell down and I carried her on her back.

However, it was probably because the head teacher scolded me today. When she pretended to fall on the stage, I did not carry her on her back, but instead turned her back to a hug... And it was a princess hugging her head teacher. I felt her sweet body, and her charming breath penetrated into my nose. The feeling was like holding my girlfriend or wife to go to bed. Moreover, when I saw the head teacher's look of wanting but not being angry, I felt very happy and even took the opportunity to pinch her legs.

According to the plot, I ran to the hospital for treatment with my head teacher on my back, and there was nothing left. The rest was the head teacher who told the last class of students that she remembered the most in her memory in her last class. After I got off the stage, I quickly put on my school uniform, but didn't dare to return to my original position, but ran away to the side.

The class teacher finished his feelings and the sketch officially ended.

Next, I heard thunderous applause, especially the head teacher finally sighed: The students who often make the teacher angry the most, and even make the teacher angry, are the ones who remember the most.

This sentence probably resonated with the teachers, and they all bulged their hands. Even the principal couldn't help but go on stage after the sketch, telling us that when he was a head teacher, there was such a bad student causing trouble for him every day, but this bad student came to see him every year after graduation.

Next, the program continued to start, and our class's sketch pushed the program to a climax again.

The head teacher came to our class after getting off the stage. Her face looked very bad when I saw her. I knew she must be angry. When I was angry, I didn't carry her according to the original plot, but gave her a princess hug directly. I took the opportunity to pinch her legs. When I walked to our class, my eyes swept around. I knew she would definitely look for me again.

Later, I saw her say a few words to Gou Mao. It was not difficult to guess that the head teacher must have asked Gou Mao if he saw me where he went.

After the head teacher asked the question but failed, his eyes swept around the students. However, all the students in the school were here, and they were all in school uniforms. No matter how powerful the head teacher's eyes were, it was difficult for me to see.

Anyway, I didn't dare to go over tonight, so I stood far away and watched the show, thinking that I wouldn't go to tomorrow's dinner. When I came back next week, the class teacher's anger might be gone.

After I hid for a while, it was Zhao Lin’s turn to perform the show. After waiting for a while, I was surprised to find that it was Zhao Lin who performed the show for everyone on behalf of their class. The piano music "Canon" school brought the prepared piano to the stage. After the beautiful and beautiful Zhao Lin bowed to everyone, she walked towards the piano and sat down slowly. After sitting under the piano, Zhao Lin’s temperament seemed to have changed and became more holy, like a fairy who entered the world.

Then, her fair and delicate fingers stroked the black and white keys, and soothing music came out of the piano. The piano sound was very beautiful. In fact, it was the first time I knew that Zhao Lin could play the piano, and she could play so well. Her piano sound could make people intoxicated and immersed in her musical world.

Canon is a kind of lingering music, just like two people following their lives and deaths. This song focuses on alignment and arrangement, just like nature, mathematical formulas, and textiles the endless path of rationality in a way that gives people peace, peace and inspiration. It is called the musical masterpiece of human reason.

Zhao Lin's piano sound completely expresses Canon's artistic conception. There may be many girls who can play the piano at No. 2 Middle School, but there are no ones who can make the piano skills so high and reach such a level. To be honest, Zhao Lin's amazing piano song made me realize that she is not just as beautiful as simple as it is.

From my perspective, I happened to see Zhao Lin's side. At this moment, she was so beautiful that my heart was jumping up.

After Zhao Lin's song ended, the applause suddenly sounded like thunder, and it kept ringing.

After Zhao Lin made a ban gesture, everyone calmed down. I saw that she was about to speak, but Zhou Xiaoxiao suddenly shouted heartlessly: Zhao Lin, you are singing well, come one, come one...

Zhou Xiaoxiao's shouting completely inspired the atmosphere of all the students. She called Zhao Lin one by one, and in the end almost all the teachers and students shouted.

Zhao Lin pushed the party to another climax.

Maybe everyone was too enthusiastic, and Zhao Lin couldn't refuse, so she nodded and said in the microphone: OK, singing is OK, but I want to find a boy to sing with me. Which boy is you willing to sing with me?
Chapter completed!