I became beautiful by eating melons

In the last row of the auditorium, Wang Honghong could no longer sit still when she saw that the person who came up was not her sister-in-law.

"Brother Jiang, which one is your sister-in-law?"

Jiang Chen's long legs shrank and he said lazily, "The sixth one."

"This is the fifth one, so the next one is my sister-in-law!"

Wang Honghong finally felt some hope.

He had never been to school and could only recognize a few words, but he learned them just by following Brother Jiang. He felt that he couldn't lose face, so he forced himself to learn.

The shallow vocabulary he had accumulated was only enough for him to understand the price list of the supply and marketing store. He could not understand or appreciate the lofty poems and literary works.

Meng Guan, who was standing aside, had already been annoyed with Wang Honghong.

After watching only five programs, Wang Honghong couldn't sit still anymore. It felt like there were nails under her butt, and she kept moving back and forth, and Meng Guan couldn't enjoy the program properly.

He said disdainfully: "If you don't understand, just go to sleep and don't move around."

Wang Honghong snorted, "I am like this. If you have the potential, don't sit with us."

Meng Guan’s face turned dark.

Wang Honghong noticed something and immediately became interested.

"By the way, didn't you say your boyfriend is from University A? Why aren't you sitting with your boyfriend? How did you get dumped?"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became.

Meng Guan's face darkened as he pushed him away. "I'm sorry, I didn't get dumped. I disappoint you."

"You haven't been dumped?" Wang Honghong touched her chin, "Then why don't you sit with your boyfriend instead of staying here with me and Brother Jiang, two grown men?"

Jiang Chen and the others were bored, and looked at Meng Guan when they heard this.

Seeing that Jiang Ge was interested, Meng Guan didn't want to say it, but he still said, "She doesn't want to make our relationship public."

"What does that mean?" Wang Honghong was filled with questions.

"Our relationship must be kept secret from anyone else." Meng Guan said gritting his teeth.

Wang Honghong looked at Meng Guan suspiciously, "Don't tell me you want to be a scumbag, don't want to take responsibility for dating a girl, and are deliberately trying to pass the buck?"

Meng Guan's face turned completely black, and he glared at Wang Honghong fiercely.

Wang Honghong quickly overturned her own words.

Among them, Meng Guan is the most honest. How can it be impossible for a nerd to play with people's feelings?

"Is it true that your partner doesn't want to make it public?" Wang Honghong looked Meng Guan up and down.

"That shouldn't be the case. You're a student at A University, and you'll be assigned a job in the future. Your mother is the director of the obstetrics and gynecology department, and your father is a military officer. You're also fair-skinned and not ugly. Why don't you want to make your partner public?"

Meng Guan looked depressed and said angrily, "I don't know."

Wang Honghong put her arm around his shoulders and said, "Talk to me. Maybe I can help you analyze the situation and give you some advice."

Meng Guan was suspicious: "Just you?"

Two words, full of sarcasm.

"What do you mean?" Wang Honghong could not stand provocation and she became anxious.

Meng Guan said calmly: "Literally, you are someone who has never even been in a relationship, and you are giving me advice."

Wang Honghong choked, and he said unconvincedly: "I can't do it, but Brother Jiang can do it!"

Meng Guan admired Brother Jiang the most. He hesitated for a second before confessing, "I asked her, and she seemed a little afraid of getting married."

Wang Honghong was surprised: "Are women afraid of getting married?"

Meng Guan also looked depressed. He didn't believe this reason at first.

He looked at Jiang Chen for help: "Brother Jiang, what do you think my partner is thinking?"

Jiang Chen doesn't understand the issue of love at all. The reason he was able to marry a wife is because she is beautiful and kind-hearted. It has nothing to do with him.

He coughed softly, "Ask my wife later."

“……”Meng Guan was speechless.

I knew I couldn't count on you.

He looked towards the stage with burning eyes, hoping that his sister-in-law could save his life.

The fifth group performance is over.

The girl sitting in the middle of the second row of the audience had thick black hair, big eyes, a high nose bridge, and thick eyebrows. She had a very heroic appearance.

The first five groups were all reciting poems, and Gao Ya was already tired of listening to them.

She propped her chin on her arm and yawned repeatedly.

She originally wanted to catch up on some sleep in the dormitory, but was dragged out to watch this competition which she thought was of no standard at all.

She yawned again and looked at the person next to her helplessly, "Baozhu, which one is Ye Rou?"

"The next one is here." Zhang Baozhu said excitedly.

The short hair brings out her delicate features, completely eliminating her previous dullness and gloom.

She was shy but kind, and Tao Yan didn't deliberately exclude her, so she quickly made friends.

Gao Ya is the girl who shares the same dormitory with her. Her parents are both teachers. She grew up in a cowshed and only recently returned to Beijing after being rehabilitated.

Although she had a hard childhood, her parents loved her very much, and their love gave her the confidence.

She is talkative, optimistic and righteous. When Zhang Baozhu was bullied by Tao Yan before, she was the only one who stood up to defend Zhang Baozhu.

Zhang Baozhu naturally didn't want to miss Ye Rou's competition today, so she happily brought Gao Ya here.

Seeing Zhang Baozhu's expectant face, Gao Ya swallowed back the words that were about to come out of her mouth, wanting to go back to the dormitory to sleep.

"What is she performing?"

Zhang Baozhu: "It seems to be poetry recitation as well."

Upon hearing it was also a poetry recitation, Gao Ya shrugged.

Gao Ya has no interest in poetry, but her parents are both masters of poetry recitation. She has been influenced by them since childhood and has a certain level of appreciation.

Compared with Zhang Baozhu's confidence in Ye Rou, Gao Ya is not optimistic that Ye Rou will win.

She admitted that Ye Rou's speeches were powerful and infectious, but reciting poetry was different from giving speeches.

To recite poetry, one must first understand the connotation of the poem.

Secondly, we must grasp the rhythm. Poetry has its own inherent rhythm and rhythm, which needs to be expressed through reasonable pauses and the speed of speech.

The most important thing in recitation is voice technique. The volume and changes in volume can make the recitation more vivid.

It's okay for people who don't have a certain level to rashly challenge poetry recitation and fool those who don't know much about it.

But to people like Gaoya who have a certain level of appreciation, it just feels like torture to the ears.

For example, the performance of the fourth group, the poem "Climbing to the Top and Striving for the Day" is more inspirational in style, requiring a positive emotional tone, and the voice should be more powerful.

The fourth group of three girls in work clothes at least had enough momentum and volume.

But Zhu Bingying was a complete disaster.

When she was reciting, she couldn't open her mouth and her voice was sticky and weak. Such a positive poem sounded soft and discouraging to her.

She had heard Ye Rou's voice, which was even softer and gentler than Zhu Bingying's. Could such a voice perfectly interpret the charm of poetry?

Gao Ya expressed doubt.

She was not the only one who was not optimistic about Ye Rou. After knowing that the next group was Ye Rou's group, more students expressed doubts.

Those who saw that Ye Rou was always in the limelight and were afraid of her background and dared not confront her openly had already been privately speaking ill of Ye Rou.

Amidst a variety of emotions, the sixth group took the stage.