There are nine programs in the class newspaper, and there are only three programs that can pass the rehearsal.

There are so many resources, and the teachers responsible for the rehearsal should also be arranged properly, and the rain and dew will be absorbed. Each class will participate.

Some classes, such as eight classes a year, play very well, and all five programs can be selected, but they also have to give others opportunities. At this time, there will be pending programs.

As a result... I have been waiting until the beginning of the festival.

Nothing.

"Students, after two minutes, let's go to the studio, and go to the toilet now. Go there, don't walk around, don't yell, the show is almost two hours. After the end, our holiday will begin. Here, the teacher wishes everyone a Merry Christmas in advance, a long week off, just after the start of the New Year, happy to play, go back to school to study hard, and fight for the final exam, we will be the first in eight classes a year."

Bai Yilin spoke a few words and won a lot of applause.

Popularity, students like him very much.

After the talk, many students went to the bathroom and returned to the class to gather together and went to the studio on the top floor.

Many classes have already sat inside, and according to the teacher's command, they came to the central area on the left and sat in two rows.

"Zhang Yumeng, Liu carefully, what are you doing with you, there is no place for you here, go to the background to prepare, and then come back after the show."

Bai Yilin saw the two of them coming over and said funnyly.

"Ah, I forgot."

Meng Meng just went on, stood up again, and walked back to the background with the classmate.

Ten minutes, three o'clock, two men and two women, four junior high school students hosted on stage.

M: Dear leaders, distinguished guests.

Female: Dear teachers, classmates.

Hehe: Good afternoon everyone!

Very simple opening remarks, then the first male student on the left said enthusiastically:

"In this beautiful and colorful day, we have ushered in the first middle school Christmas art show, open your mind, express your feelings, raise your sails and show your literary talent."

"..."

A lot of Barabara, then several people said:

"The following is a message from our President Wang for the literary performance. Welcome!"

The principal made a simple statement and the program officially began.

At this time the fire exit at the back door.

"Can we go in like this?"

Zi Yan whispered: "We are sitting in the back row secretly? Will there be no place?"

"Let's not sit in the back row and sit on it."

Zhang Han said with a funny smile: "All can be."

As a result, several people who stood at the entrance of the meeting entered the venue. They seemed to be invisible to them. They seemed to become ghosts and floated to the top of the shed, 50 meters from the stage.

Juice, snacks, sofas, coffee tables...

Purple licked his lips: "I think we are sitting there secretly."

"..."

Soon the first show started.

It is a music poem recitation, a master class in the second grade of the second grade, the music is very melodious, and his expression is full of intoxication.

After three seconds, start reading:

"I once dreamed that the green hills and swords went to the end of the world. Who knows that there are too many homework to go..."

The number of teachers turned black.

But who knows, the subsequent words are a turning point, a praise, causing many students on the field to laugh and laugh.

The opening show is still very interesting.

The second program is a chorus, which is sung by eleven people.

Soon, the third show, the fourth...

At the beginning, everyone was very interested, and there was a very wonderful piece. As a whole point of excitement, some programs became boring and boring afterwards.

In particular, some students, faced with thousands of people, are nervous, and they have made mistakes when they came to power. This has happened.

Finally, the show was mostly in the past.

“There have been red and purple, and the summer is new in the valley.”

“I believe many people like summer.”

"The next program is related to the summer. I have a class of eight students, Zhang Yumeng, who brought a song to everyone last summer."

The field is still very quiet, only a little noisy.

This program can be finished.

Zhou Lei grinned, his right hand on his mouth, and a very loud whistle.

"Oh!"

Many students cheered in the third day, driving the rhythm of the audience, applause thunder, and welcoming the upcoming show.

Meng Meng wearing a costume is more hip-hop, hair behind the head, there are a few small scorpions.

Going to the stage, the lighting effect is OK, and you can clearly see a lot of people in the audience. Unfortunately, there is no big screen. Except for some people in the front seat, you can see the cuteness of the hair, and the latter can't see clearly.

This does not prevent some people from taking out their mobile phones to record videos.

Boom!

The accompaniment sounded, Meng Meng followed the movement of the purple scorpion, moved slightly twice, took a few steps forward and sang:

"What else to wait, what sadness, the people in this story are not very exciting, summer is gone and come back, but people are no longer there, it repeats my surging patience..."

The song has been out for a while, but it is not very hot. The purple pipa feels good melody, and it is fixed.

As a result, with the unique tone of Meng Meng, the entire stage seems to be alive.

After a song was sung, Yu Yin was stunned.

Then there was a thunderous applause.

Even Zhang Han is applauding hard.

"thank you all."

Meng Meng naughty smiled, very happy to leave the stage.

Singing on the stage, there are thousands of people, this experience is quite good, but it is not fun to go.

"I'm going to make it, it's too nice to sing and sing?"

Sitting on the side of Zhou Lei, the pony waited for his eyes: "I can't imagine it. People are sweet and sweet, and they are very good at the primary school girl! Lei brother, your eyes are high, you can sing and dance, learn well, be versatile, perfect. !"

"It is perfect, no flaws."

Zhou Lei stared at the stage and murmured: "Unfortunately, she is not what I can hope for."

"What? Extravagant? How do you say that?" The pony suddenly stopped.

"Ah, no, nothing." Zhou Lei returned to God and laughed at him, and did not explain.

In my mind, I remembered what my parents and big brother said to myself. Zhang Yumeng, come to the sky, don’t say you, even if the children of the top family like Luo’s family don’t dare to provoke, you really like it, don’t stop. But you can only like it. If you can make her like you, it is your skill, but you can't harass her...

That's what it means. I can't like to chase it. I can let her chase it, but is this possible?

Zhou Lei feels as if it is very difficult.

But at the very least, try it.

Bekinan’s situation is similar to him, and this is the same idea.

As everyone knows, the parents of the family are watching the show above. If they say something light, they are afraid of being punished.

"Lee brother, I just recorded the video, sing really nice, pass the school forum?" Xiaoma thief said: "Let the high school guys also look at it, we have a small beauty in the middle school, singing good ""

"whatever."

So the pony laughed and uploaded the video to the school forum.

At the beginning, there were very few comments and clicks, and at night, it began to multiply.

At 5:20, the festival was a complete success, ending and starting a holiday.

"Mother and Dad, have you been to the scene?"

Meng Meng smiled on the car and asked: "I also experienced the feeling of the mother on the stage, some excitement, I was nervous at the beginning, very fun."

"Of course we went to the scene and watched it. The performance was very good. It was very unexpected to my mother." Ziyan praised.

"If you have fun, then you should also be a star to play? Dad is funding you, giving you a record, making a movie for you, and letting you get the best trophy in the world." Zhang Han laughed.

"When a star?"

Meng Meng's big eyes were not embarrassing, and she thought a little. She shook her head: "No, we have big stars in our family. One can, I want to be a woman."

"Then we will be women, female king." Zhang Han echoed.

The purple cicada leaked a helpless smile.

Just like it.

Back to Xinyue Mountain, I ate dinner. After playing for a while, the family of three had Zhang Guangyou and others in the back hill.

Meng Meng's big eyes were all erected. After a minute of observation, sneaked to the front mountain, the villa below the castle:

"Uncle Feng, the wind is not here, the wind is uncle?"

"Meng Meng is coming, what are you looking for?" Liang Mengqi walked on the first floor wearing the kitchen clothes and looked at Meng Meng and said: "You haven't returned to the wind, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, then I am going out to play."

Meng Meng turned and ran, two minutes later went to Mu Xue Villa, opened the first floor door, whispered:

"Snow, the snow is not there."

"So quiet, do you want to do bad things again?"

The sound came from behind.

"Yeah!" Meng Meng was shocked, and quickly turned around. After seeing Mu Xue, she grabbed Mu Xue’s arm: "Snow, I have something to say to you."

"What is so mysterious?" Mu Xueyu looked suspiciously at Meng Meng: "Are you unable to find someone to secretly send you to the ruins, then come to me? I can tell you, don't think about it." You don't want to hang on to this little girl. On this mountain, an ant can't escape your father's palm, let's not say us, but he is a big demon, we are too tender, not an opponent."

"amount?"

Meng Meng suddenly stopped.

I don't even know what to say, how can I guess it is so accurate?

"Giggle, see you stay cute." Mu Xue could not help but laugh.

"I don't want to stay cute, you stay cute! Hey, don't like you."

Meng Meng grinned heavily, immediately released Mu Xue's arm, turned and left.

"Okay, this thing has to be your father nodded, let's go find him."

Mu Xue is funny, go two quickly, and pull the sprouting hand to run to the back hill.

"No, my mother would not agree what to do?" Meng Meng shook her head: "Don't go, I still secretly went to my father at night."

"It doesn't matter, the teacher is reasonable, as long as the teacher nods, she will not refuse." Mu Xue said.

"It seems not like this."

Meng Meng snorted and pondered.

Forget it, let's just ask.

"father!"

When I reached the palm of my hand, I quickly ran to the side of Zhang Han, and sat on his lap, leaning against his chest, very tired.

"Want to go out to play tomorrow?" Zhang Han laughed.

Just how can I escape Zhang Han’s eyes?

"Snow wants to explore with me."

"Going to the ruins again?" Zi Yan stretched out his slender arm and pinched his cute face: "Are you still addicted to the ruins now?"