School grass he is too good

After the last rehearsal, there was only one hour left before the party started, and most of the people changed into their costumes and waited nervously backstage.

Cheng Tiao was wearing a white robe with silver patterns and sat cross-legged on the item box with a look of lovelessness.

He was the only one who didn't participate in the normal rehearsal just now, and there was no other reason, the sword was not in his hand.

Yesterday, a planning classmate named Zhou Kai suggested that he take the sword body and coat it with a layer of fluorescent light, saying that the performance effect on the stage will be even more amazing.

At first, Cheng Tiao refused in his heart. He felt that this kind of aesthetics was so vulgar. If it was coated with fluorescent light, he might as well just use the laser sword directly, which would be more shining and dazzling.

In the end, the other party turned over several videos for him to watch, and after adding Lin Jian’s recommendation, Cheng Tiao reluctantly gave the sword to the other party, and told the classmate to make a one-time use, not the one that can’t be washed off. .

"Not yet?" Lin Jian looked irritably at the classmate beside him who had been on the phone.

The classmate also frowned and shook his head helplessly, "I can't get through for the time being."

If Cheng Tiao hadn't been sure that his sword wasn't some amazing magic weapon and wasn't worth that much, he would even suspect that Zhou Kai ran away with his sword.

Lin Jian patted Cheng Tiao helplessly and comforted him, "Don't worry too much, maybe it's just a traffic jam, and we might be there in a while."

He himself didn't believe this, and it wasn't because it was a coincidence that he could really step on the scene when making a movie.

Soon, the auditorium gradually began to fill up with people, and there were only 10 minutes left before the official start of the party. Cheng Tiao calmly held a bubble machine in the corner and played with bubbles. His heart was already desperate. , the wait is too painful.

When everyone passed by him, they subconsciously lowered their footsteps. They all felt that Cheng Tiao was really miserable. After so many days of hard rehearsal, it turned out that at the critical moment, it wasn't that the chain was dropped, it was that the chain was gone.

Just now the director has advised him to think about changing it to boxing performances on stage. Even if the time is short, it doesn't matter. The screenwriter is already working hard on writing lyrics. minute.

"Get through, get through!" A male student shouted excitedly, and then ran towards Cheng Tiao with a mobile phone in his hands.

But maybe because he was too excited, he didn't pay attention and let the wires under his feet trip, and the phone flew out of his hand, scraping the ground several meters away.

Everyone seemed to hear two cracking sounds, one was the sound of the mobile phone screen shattering, and the other was the sound of the classmate's heartbreaking.

The phone just flew to Chang Qing's feet, he pulled the corner of his mouth and bent down helplessly to pick up the phone. Fortunately, the tempered film was broken and the phone was not hung up yet.

With a trace of hope in their eyes, everyone looked at him in unison.

Chang Qing was silent for two seconds, then put the phone to her ear: "Hey, what's going on with you, can you still catch up, everyone is still waiting for you."

Cheng Tiao looked at Chang Qing's expression from calmness at first to doubt, and finally gave himself a somewhat embarrassing look.There was an ominous premonition in his heart instantly.

"Okay, then you can do your work first." Chang Qing hung up the phone, and then gave Cheng Tiao a sympathetic look.

"What's the situation, is that idiot coming?" Lin Jian asked anxiously.

Cheng Tiao was injured all over his body during the rehearsal for this gala. Apart from other things, his knee was bruised directly. Somewhat scary.

Chang Qing sighed, returned the phone to the classmate who was still crying, and then said: "I can't catch up, Cheng Tiao, you can change the show later."

After Cheng Tiao slowly buckled the bubble blower, he threw it into Lin Jian's arms and asked curiously, "Why?"

"Zhou Kai said that he ran into a patrolman while taking the subway. Your sword was confiscated as a controlled knife. He is still explaining it in the police station." Chang Qing said softly.

After hearing this reason, everyone was stunned, including Cheng Tiao.They guessed more than a dozen reasons why Zhou Kai didn't come back, including car accidents, fires, being struck by lightning while holding a long sword, etc., but no one thought that such a strange thing would happen.

Lin Jian: "..."

When he turned his head to Cheng Tiao, he found that the other party was already leaning against the wall, his eyes were lifeless, and his mouth was slightly opened with an expression of losing his soul.

Too bad, really too bad!This is what everyone thinks.

"What time is it? Why does he still take the subway? What are you doing to save the taxi fare?" After Cheng Tiao calmed down, he gently knocked the back of his head on the wall behind him with some grief and anger.

Lin Jian hesitated for a moment, and said in a weak voice: "I think this matter, it may be a matter of probability. Things like patrols checking and controlling knives will happen. If he doesn't make sure that he hits the car properly, he may even encounter a driver who drives drunk."

Cheng Tiao took a deep breath, and silently covered his face with his hands. He felt a little pain in his head, not because of knocking!

"Dear teachers and leaders, dear students, good evening everyone!" Several hosts shouted in unison to the people in the audience.

"June is the last moment of struggle, June..."

Cheng Tiao listened expressionlessly to the content of the party host. No. [-] Middle School spent a lot of effort on this party, and even organized an online live broadcast event. Basically, every student was asked to share the link with their friends lock up.

Most of the parents of the students will share it with them after seeing it, especially those parents whose children have participated in the program, maybe they have all the seven aunts and eight aunts to watch it together.

Unfortunately, he also shared the link. Leaving others aside, his grandparents must be holding their phones expectantly and waiting for him to appear.

No, with his uncle's brain, it might be projected on the wall now.

"Damn it." Cheng Tiao cursed with a broken head.

The first program of the party was the cheerleading scene, and he could hear the cheers from the audience in the background, because the female classmate who performed the main dance was said to be the school belle Qin Menghe.

Cheng Tiao also had the contact information of the other party. At first he thought that every classmate who participated in the program added each other, but later found out that Qin Menghe only picked a few good-looking male classmates to add friends, and he understood on the spot.

This girl is just like him, she is also a dog!

Cheng Tiao helped make up the jokes for Lin Gungun and the others, and there were quite a lot of jokes. He would occasionally laugh when he heard a sentence or two in the background.

But with a smile, he remembered that his sword was gone...

"Xiu'er, do you think Taiji sword can be performed with a knife?" Lin Jian asked Cheng Tiao excitedly after going around the outside.

Cheng Tiao was stunned for a moment, and then a gleam of joy welled up in his heart. He gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, it's a big deal to change a few moves temporarily."

Lin Jian nodded excitedly, then ran out again, probably borrowing a sword for him.

Cheng Tiao felt that his hands were trembling a little. After shaking his arms vigorously twice, he let out a breath and began to conceive in his mind what action he would use next on stage.

The background music must be changed with the field controller, otherwise it would be embarrassing to fly out a sword, and the opening...

Taking advantage of the crosstalk performance, Chang Qing went backstage and took a few sips of herbal tea. Seeing Cheng Tiao who had begun to cheer up, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Oh, calm down, you have decided what show you want to change to. ?”

Cheng Tiao raised his eyes and glanced at him, showing a confident smile: "Is there anything else that can bother me?"

"Xiu'er, do you think this is okay?!" Lin Jian carried a knife back excitedly, as to why he still used the word "carry".

Chang Qing took a sip of tea and sprayed it out. He coughed several times, and looked at the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in Lin Jian's hand in disbelief.

After he regained his composure, he murmured to Cheng Tiao in disbelief, "You know this stuff?"

Cheng Tiao was also a little confused when he saw the knife. The knife was indeed a knife, but it was two blocks away from what he imagined.

After staying together for so long, he realized that he still doesn't understand Lin Jian's brain circuit, no, normal people can't fucking understand it!

"How about it, isn't this cool thing! I begged for a long time before I borrowed it." Lin Jian smacked the knife twice proudly, and then looked at Cheng Tiao excitedly.

Cheng Tiao bowed his head and laughed, slowly got up, walked towards the other party with a gentle face, and then raised his leg with a kick.

He roared angrily: "I'm so fucking funny, right? What time is this? You're still fucking playing with me!"

Lin Jian was kicked all the way from the front to the back door by him, and he almost couldn't hold the big knife in his hand. He still felt aggrieved: "Didn't you say you can use a knife?"

"Then did you fucking say it's this kind of big knife?" Cheng Tiao almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Lin Jian turned the big knife in his hand twice, forcing Cheng Tiao to take two steps back, then he stretched out two fingers and yelled twice and said seriously: "Xiu'er, if it doesn't work then we will Go up and sing Peking Opera masks, just that blue-faced Dou Erdun bandit..."

"Master Stealing You, why didn't the red-faced Guan Gong die in battle!" Cheng Tiaofei kicked him again, so angry that his back molars started to hurt a little.

Chang Qing finally understood a little bit, and when he heard the director urging him to return to the stage, he stood still and took a few deep breaths before walking out with the microphone again.

Without doing some psychological construction, he was afraid that he would laugh out loud on stage later.

The director was called into the backstage by Cheng Tiao's phone call. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lin Jian holding up a big knife with an aggrieved face, squatting on a small bench in misery, looking very pitiful.

"Change my program to singing." Cheng Tiao said while holding the rogue rabbit thermos with Pang Dahai in his hand, looking at him with a vicissitudes of life.

The sooner you finish singing, the sooner you can get off stage and beat people, he gritted his teeth silently in his heart.

The director was stunned for a moment, and then hesitantly said: "If you change the program temporarily, you will be a little embarrassed at the scene, right?"

Cheng Tiao stood up immediately, then pointed at the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in Lin Jian's hand, and said with grief and indignation: "No matter how fucking embarrassing I am, can I be more embarrassed than playing Taiji sword with this thing?"

director:"…………"

The author has something to say: Chichi: Isn’t this thing cool enough, go out and burst into aura!

Jumping: I'm so angry, but I still have to keep smiling :)

Thanks to Sanriyue Zongjin, "", Gaokaoing, Jun Moxiao, Yan Chenchen, and Lao Youtiao for their lovely nutrient solutions, what a chirp~