The second-grade boy raised his hand and slapped himself in the face, murmured: "This is not true!"

Ji Xiaoqing and the male counselor continued to sing: "Thank you, thank you, thank you all the villagers from all over the world. I don't have any good food and food today, I only have folk songs to respect my relatives, and respect my relatives..."

Chen Huayao started a dazzling singing and dancing performance in front of the two. As soon as Ji Xiaoqing's syllable "people" fell, she stepped forward and grabbed her hand and shook it.

Ji Xiaoqing caught off guard, crossed her feet and rushed into Chen Huayao's arms. A strong and pleasant masculine aura came to her face. She was also helpless and panic. The audience only said that it was part of the performance and screamed even harder.

Chen Huayao then let go of Ji Xiaoqing and danced the climax of "Swan Lake", which is the dance of the characters Ojeta and Augilla in the first scene of the third act.

Chen Huayao thrust his waist and began to turn independently on one leg on the spot, one, two, three, four... thirty-two consecutive rounds, the upper body rotated rapidly, and the toes were almost no movement.

This is the most difficult and most intense thirty-two rounds of "whip-turning" axis rotation in classical ballet characters. The thirty-two rounds of a continuous axis rotation. During the entire process, the toes cannot exceed the size of a washbasin, which is a test of the actor's legs.

These thirty-two circles are so difficult that only a few chief ballet dancers from less than ten theaters around the world can complete it.

This kind of waist and leg strength is too perverted, and the dance class students couldn't accept it for a while, thinking they had hallucinations.

No wonder Xiong Yunyun praised him as a rare good seedling with talent in the past ten years, and she did not praise him wrongly.

Ji Xiaoqing and the male counselor sang in unison: "Thank you, thank you, thank you for the villagers from all over the world. I don't have any good food and food, only folk songs to respect my relatives, and respect my relatives..." After singing this part, Chen Huayao's thirty-two rounds of whip turned around.

The music has reached its last tone, and Chen Huayao suddenly grabbed the male counselor and threw it into the sky.

The male counselor was caught off guard and was thrown straight to a height of three or four meters. He danced in the air, and his hands and feet were swaying wildly. The remaining three little swans rushed forward, staring at the top with their eyes nervously, and stretched out their hands as if they were holding them underneath to catch him.

But no one successfully caught the stupid and stupid actor Liu Sanjie. With a "click", the male counselor fell straight on the floor, stirring up a cloud of dust. Looking at the heavy drop, it seemed that even the stage was about to be shaken.

It turned out that it was over, but I didn't expect that there would be this little episode. The audience only said that this was a funny part of them, and they immediately laughed so hard that the three souls and seven souls disappeared. Two souls and six souls were gone.

The male counselor only fell down with a dizzy look, his eyes were filled with stars, and he couldn't get up for a long time. The little swans stepped forward and pulled him up, and took his hands to bow to Yingying from the audience.

Xia Dirui grabbed Zhang Moying back and forth and shouted, "Hurry up, go up and present flowers to my brother!"

"Where is the flower? We are not ready to offer flowers, why don't we go up and kiss?" Zhang Moying also shouted hurriedly.

The two girls were shouting in a mess, and suddenly a tall girl rushed out of the lower right corner of the audience, wearing a blue sportswear, looking 1.78 meters tall. She held a bouquet of flowers in her hand and flew onto the stage, hugged Chen Huayao, and the flowers were pushed straight over, and then she smiled.

The sudden scene completely brought the atmosphere of the party to a climax.

The two girls snorted angrily with Tulips: "Who is that!"

The audience stood up and applauded, and the thunderous applause shocked every corner.

The students in the first grade of the Sociology Department were almost uncontrollable, and they cheered like they had taken medicine, and their slaps were red. Even the calmest Zhu Qinghou clapped his hands, laughing happily.

Tian Qianwen secretly looked at the expressions of Mr. Zhu and other leaders, and found that everyone's reaction was far beyond expectations. She smiled and said to the accompanying Deputy Director Qiu of the Student Department: "After the end, this program will be awarded the best performance of this evening party... One of them will give you an award of second prize or above."

Deputy Director Qiu hurriedly asked: "There is also the Best Individual Performance Award. Should I give the ballet dancer together?"

"You mean Chen Huayao? No, the leader won't like this kind of clown character." Tian Qianwen thought of Chen Huayao's satisfied smile, and felt disgusting as if he had swallowed a fly.

The actors all left the curtain, and the female host walked onto the stage and wanted to announce the next show, but the audience's storm-like applause did not stop for a long time.

"The following is..." The female host said a few words with difficulty. All the words afterwards were drowned out by applause and could no longer say them, so she kept smiling on the stage, looking very embarrassed. Finally, all the actors who participated in the performance of "Liu Sanjie" returned to the stage and bowed to everyone. The second time the applause stopped slowly.

"The following is the poem and recitation of "Family" brought to you by Class 2, Grade 1, Grade 2 of the Sociology Department. Please welcome everyone." The female host made a gesture of inviting each other to the backstage.

Why is it a program from Class 1 and 2 of Sociology?

Wang Jianbo, wearing a plaid shirt and a scarf around his neck, walked to the pole-style microphone with a smile, with a pair of black-framed flat glasses on his nose and a thick hardcover book under his armpit, making him look very bookish.

Why is it him?

The newly promoted deputy squad leader is full of confidence and wants to establish personal prestige as quickly as possible. The best way is to host the work yourself and get a good ranking in the upcoming New Year's Day party, so that everyone will recognize their abilities.

Unfortunately, the classmates in the class really didn't have much artistic talent, so the only two students who wanted to get a huge reward signed up for a crosstalk and performed once in front of him. He watched it from beginning to end with a cold face, but he didn't laugh for a second.

The rest were constantly hindered. The squad leader Cao Jinping and the members of the Fat Pig dormitory went one by one to warn the boys who dared to interact with him. Due to the tyranny of this group of people, not only did they get along with their classmates, but not even many people dared to talk to him.

But why is Wang Jianbo willing to be a slutty person? Since you don’t want to sign up, then I can go into battle in person!

The new deputy squad leader is still very confident about reciting poetry and prose.

He once won the grand prize in a speech contest in his former high school and was very confident in his eloquence and standard Mandarin. He also read Cao Jinping's script of Liu Sanjie, thinking that this was just a vulgar joke. He deliberately bribed the director of the Academic Affairs Department and asked him to help arrange his own recitation and appear behind Liu Sanjie.

The plan is very good. When the audience doesn't buy Liu Sanjie, they will show themselves. Everyone can tell who is better or worse.

I glanced at the dark crowd below the stage, spread out the hardcover book, and the background music was already playing. It was a beautifully melodious soundtrack "Night Walking Lights" in the movie Boyoucheng.

He said calmly, "I walked alone on the road across the fields. The sunset was like a wealthy slave, hiding its last gold. The daylight sank deeper into the darkness. The field that had harvested the lonely, lay there silently. Suddenly, the sharp singing of a boy rose in the sky. He passed through the invisible darkness, leaving the traces of his singing in the tranquility of the twilight across the country."

The background music is calm, calm and gentle; Wang Jianbo's voice is ups and downs and full of emotion; the content of prose poems is romantic, like a illusion. If this is a quiet night, a moment without any impurities, I am afraid that his recitation will resonate with everyone.

But……

After just watching the funny performance and excellent ballet skills of "Liu Sanjie", how could everyone get back on it so easily? They whispered and savored the funny scenes before, and didn't even take a look at the new show on stage.

Even fifty percent of the audience didn't realize that a new program had begun.

There was a noisy scene in the field, with those who were eating melon seeds, those who were calling, and some people rushed to the bathroom.

F4 was carrying a male counselor back to the backstage dressing room to change clothes. When he heard the sound from the radio, Cao Jinping paused and sneered: "Wang Jianbo is still unwilling to give up?"

The fat man hurriedly wiped off the blush from his face and said, "It's better to think of a way to not let him show off. Ahua, what are you going to do?"

"It's very simple. I've made someone ruin his performance." Chen Huayao took out the phone and dialed it to Mr. Wei, and explained a few words.

The audience was in a mess, and Wang Jianbo almost got meningitis, suppressed his anger and continued to recite: "His countryside home is located on the desolate edge, behind the sugarcane field, hiding in the shadows of banana trees, long areca nut trees, coconut trees and dark green jack fruit trees..."

A drunk boy just came out of the toilet with his pants in his arms. Seeing such a desperate recitation on the stage, he rushed to the first row with a quick step, pointed to Wang Jianbo, who was full of affection, and scolded loudly: "Damn it! What the hell is prose? Are you going to hold a memorial service! Pretend to be a literary youth? I see you will never behave like you in your life! Get out immediately, otherwise I will beat you up!"

Wang Jianbo's anger exploded with lung leaves and almost wanted to swing the microphone to fight him one-on-one. The sweaty student union cadres hurried over to maintain order.

The audience started to cheer, and everyone pointed their thumbs down at the stage and shouted in unison: "Go down! Go down! Go down!"

"...I walked alone under the starlight, stopped and stayed for a while..." Wang Jianbo's mouth trembled, and his expression became more and more unbearable: "I, I saw the dark earth spreading in front of me, embracing countless families with her arms... They were full of joy, but they didn't know the value of such joy to the world."

Later, I lost my standard of reciting here and even forgot one of the paragraphs. I barely finished reading them and ran away in panic.

The audience booed constantly. If the atmosphere was not for the friendly atmosphere, the rotten tomatoes flying up were enough to open a vegetable store for him. This store could be built with flying up bricks, and the cost of building a store could naturally be compensated with flying up rotten eggs.

There were more than a dozen student actors waiting to appear in the dressing room, and it was crowded.

Chen Huayao and others had time to change their ballet costumes. The four of them dominated the four best seats, with big leather boots on the dressing table, and they occupied most of the small dressing room. Everyone dared not speak out.

It's no need to say about the Fat Pig Door. Since Cao Jinping was with the fat man, his temper has also increased day by day. After three or five days, he has been infected with the habit of gangsters. He always swears all over the sky, and he slapped the table and cursed his mother with disagreements. He had previously been proud of his identity as a "rich second generation".

There were piles of four hooligans, sucking clouds and throwing cigarette butts around. Who would dare to go up and say a word without opening your eyes?
Chapter completed!