Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

Qiu Li was crawling out with his waist bent, and stood still.Is Fucheng stupid?

Qing Rang held the washbasin and shook his head, he was stupid, let's bury it.

"You let me participate in the big show, don't be ashamed." Seeing that his senior brother still didn't respond, Fucheng rubbed his face repeatedly.

"Fucheng." Jiang Bai started to move closer to him.

"Brother, do you agree!" Fu Cheng's whole body turned red with excitement.

"I didn't agree." Jiang Bai couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth, "Where's your hair?"

ah?Fu Cheng touched his round inch, his hair was too short, it was completely dry after washing and rubbing twice. "The hair is on your head, senior brother, wait..."

After finishing speaking, I went to get Wang's mobile phone, or...try to speak on another bed?Fucheng glanced at it casually: "Hey, senior brother, just let me go, I will turn on the automatic."

Jiang Bai didn't speak, he lay half down with his arms propped up, and frowned.

Qiu Li knocked on the bed rail. "You chat slowly, the three of us go to take a shower...Talk slowly, and talk about a new life." After finishing speaking, they all slipped out of the dormitory.

239 There are only two left, Jiang Bai took Fucheng's mobile phone, researching what is fully automatic. "You... are chatting with Xue Ye?"

"Well, Lord Ye is awesome. He said he is a master of long jump. Whoosh, it's more than 17 meters." Fu Cheng lay on Jiang Bai's chest, rising and falling as his senior brother's chest rose and fell, "That extravaganza... ..."

"What can you chat with him?" Jiang Bai didn't listen at all, just looked at his phone, "When did you add WeChat?"

Hey, Fucheng was taken aback. "At the First Body University, we went to the bathroom together, and he liked my underwear. We were friends in red underwear."

"You show him..." Jiang Bai was annoyed.

"They're all boys, and they don't lose their flesh just by looking at them." Fu Cheng's eyelashes trembled, "You've seen it too, you've seen it since you were a child, and I didn't say anything about you..."

"Can I be the same as him?" Jiang Bai twisted Fucheng's face, "He doesn't know you, I'm your fucking elder brother, can I be the same as him?"

"It's not the same, it's not the same, you're a senior brother, it hurts, don't pinch, you're on your own." Fu Cheng admits that pinching doesn't hurt at all, "Then... let me go to the big show."

"Let's talk about it." Jiang Bai turned off the phone for Fucheng, "In the future, you are not allowed to have too close contact with Xue Ye, he likes men, what if he likes Yuancun."

Fu Cheng subconsciously shook his head. "There are too many round inches, and he doesn't like everyone..."

"If I say no, I won't. I'm your senior brother." Jiang Bai had a sense of crisis, and unconsciously pressed his lips on Fucheng's forehead.

Senior brother is hot, Fucheng likes it very much. "Oh... then will you take me to McDonald's for lunch tomorrow?"

"McDonald's has closed down." Jiang Bai frowned. The 15-year-old Jiang Bai has so much, but he wants too little, "Eat KFC."

"Let's not talk about it, the name is you, me, and him." Fucheng smiled and licked his senior brother's finger, "It's okay to eat a few handfuls."

Jiang Bai grabbed his pointed chin and slid his fingers deep. "sleep!"

The next day was Monday. It was not until after training in the afternoon that the trembling upper body group of 5 barely returned to normal and could lift their arms.After dinner, Jiang Bai was called away by Hu Yihu, and Fu Cheng went to the tough class first to find Zhang Lin, who was in charge of the film and television action team.

The tough class... Fucheng was looking around in Zhengyi Building. In the past, Chongde also had a film and television team, and they were usually responsible for leading students to participate in performances, enter the crew, and act as military substitutes.Because there are few opportunities for students in martial arts schools, there are not many students who are dead in martial arts. Most of them are soldiers. The school will do its best to help students arrange it.

From quite a distance, Fucheng saw a group of boys practicing boxing. The movements were standard and strong enough, and the rhythm was fast. Obviously, they were preparing for the opening ceremony.

It must be here.Fucheng didn't dare to disturb them, and while beating the drums of the lion dance in his heart, he found a rest area to sit.There are already people here, about the same height as the boxing practitioners on the field, all with bald heads.

Fu Cheng sat down, touching his thin round inch, the hair seemed out of place.The people next to him ignored him, he was quiet for a few minutes, and finally opened up the conversation.

"Brothers, what are you doing?" Fu Cheng took out the yogurt in his schoolbag and slurped it.

The students next to him were not in the mood to talk.

Fucheng touches him again. "Why are you so serious? You all want to perform?"

"You too?" Hearing what he said next to him, he finally reacted, "Our team is a substitute, and the team above has a temporary situation and it's our turn."

"Oh... Thank you for your hard work." Fu Cheng nodded.The word substitute is too hurtful, as long as one is serious about practicing, no one wants to do it.Even if the performance costumes are exactly the same, they all shaved their hair to look like monks. They should train and rehearse, but there is no chance to perform on stage just one step away.

Maybe the difference in this step is the basic skills, maybe it's the expressiveness.The same goes for lion dance, they are all lions, and some people are awesome when they dance.

"You guys have such a cool hairstyle." Fucheng chatted again, "I shaved bald when I was young, and it was very cool. Later, when I grew up, my senior brother said that the round inch is good-looking. I worshiped the master seriously and recognized the senior brother What. Are you... Shaolin Boxing?"

"Yes, Neijiagong, how about you?" asked the side.

"From the routine class." Fu Cheng said, "I can also dance lions."

"Routines? Cut, acrobats." The side looked disdainful, "Who still watches lion dances now? It's already outdated, and that was all decades ago, right?"

Fucheng was not happy to hear this. "Warning you, if you talk nonsense again, I will ask my senior brother to come over and beat you up. Who said that lion dance is outdated? You didn't see that the famous post in Foshan is so big. There is a one named Yishitang. There are too many people..."

"Are you dreaming?" The side listened boringly, "Who still does that now... You have a good size. We are going to perform boxing on stage, so we all shaved off. This year we will do Shaolin school."

When it comes to hairstyles, Fucheng protects the top of his head. "Don't come here. Only senior brother can move my hairstyle, and you have no hair. Are you cold?"

As he spoke, he touched the boy's head with his hands, it was slippery.

"You're quite familiar." The boy also started to touch him, but before his hand touched him, another hand had already covered the top of Yuancun's head, his eyes were dark and he was not friendly.

"Brother!" Fu Cheng stood up, smiling so much that he couldn't hide his happiness.

"What?" The boy moved away a little, "Is he your elder brother?"

"I am his senior brother, do you have an opinion?" Jiang Bai asked, rubbing his round hands and slowing down, "Don't recruit my senior brother."

Fucheng put away the yogurt, leaving half a bottle to drink later. "Did you see it? My senior brother is here, and we have bowed our heads three times to worship Master. Senior brother, let's go find Zhang Lin."

Jiang Bai withdrew his palm and slid his fingers through Fucheng's ear hole, warning the boy who was sitting. "Don't provoke my junior brother." After finishing speaking, he took Fucheng's schoolbag and took it to Zhang Lin.

The row of boys on the bench looked at each other. This Jiang Bai might really have a problem with his head. He beat Jin Cheng in Taekwondo, then he played in the routine class in the third year of high school, and finally he beat Li Cong in the Sanda class. , I don't know who to hit.

Zhang Lin is correcting the students' boxing skills. "Yo, here we come, where's that handsome guy in your class?"

"I'm here!" Fu Cheng came to accept the compliment, "My senior brother is here too."

"No, I said that..." Zhang Lin kept his eyes on the students, "The one who yells every day that the score is gone...Xu Jun! He also said that he will participate in the Wuwei interview."

"Impossible!" Fucheng was upset again, "My senior brother is the handsome boy in our class. Your aesthetics are very problematic."

"Don't talk yet." Jiang Bai turned his head and looked at Zhang Lin again, "I brought him here today because I wanted to decline the school's invitation. The show of hand flipping after the drum is too dangerous, I don't agree with Fucheng's participation."

Fucheng raised his martial arts shoes, and rubbed his toes on his senior brother's heels to please him. "No, I've finished my big talk, and now I regret telling others to laugh at me. Don't talk about the routine class, the students in the tough class next to me are also laughing at me."

"If you can't, don't come!" The boy whose head was touched by Fucheng just now took the lead and shouted, "Go down, go down!"

"No, your father and I can do it!" Fu Cheng raised his fist, and was caught by his senior brother pinching the back of his neck, "It hurts, hurts... I didn't want to fight, they recruited me."

Jiang Bai looked around and pulled Fu Cheng behind him.What was it that I didn't remember?The answer is right in front of my eyes, but I can't open it. "Mr. Zhang, Fucheng can't participate in the grand performance. I'm his senior brother, and I have to be responsible to him. The school can't give me an explanation for anything that happens."

"I'll participate!" Fucheng jumped back again, "I also want to ask, is there a lion dance for the opening ceremony of the extravaganza? This is my old profession, and my senior brother and younger brother and I have been doing this since we were young."

"Lion dance?" Zhang Lin was stunned for a moment, "Really? You can dance lion?"

"That's right, Fucheng, the head of the Fujia class of the Beijing Fujia Wuguan Lions Team." Fucheng introduced himself. Go home to play."

"Okay! I'm worried that the opening is not lively enough!" Zhang Lin and Fu Cheng coincidentally said, "Don't worry about the show that is flipped back, it will be held in every show, and the safety facilities are definitely in place. If it can't be done, we can discuss it later. Substitution..."

The boys in the tough class were dissatisfied. Originally, this reserved project belonged to them. This year's quota was given to someone else, but it was still in the flamboyant class. "Coach Zhang, why don't you ask him to turn over 50 now, and if he can't make it through, just replace him, don't talk so much nonsense."

Fucheng's competitive spirit was activated. "Turn it over! Let me tell you, it's not because I can't do it, but because I practiced handstand on Sunday, my arm is sore. If I can't do it, let my senior brother do it! It scares you to death!"

Jiang Bai was silent, his hands didn't move, but he just wanted to pull Fucheng back.Just... everything is in front of me, I can't remember it, I can't see it clearly.

"Well, you can rest for another two days." Zhang Lin said, "Thursday, Thursday, come to me again, and let us see your strength. I'm very interested in the lion dance you mentioned."

"Let's talk about it on Thursday." Jiang Bai pinched Fu Cheng's shoulder and walked away, temporarily ignoring the things he couldn't think of.The priority is not this, it is about the lion dance competition.

The lion in the Fujia class is old, and Fucheng is the new class leader, and he wants to be a lion.But who to ask to do it, whether there is enough time... are all problems.There are two sets of competition scales in the Battle Lion Armor, one is the traditional dragon and lion game, and the other is the free high stakes. They signed up for the free high stakes, because the traditional dragon and lion competition has to draw lots and catch fixed routines. The lion drum team has not had a few years Running-in is absolutely impossible to practice.

The preliminaries of free high piles are on February 2, and everything is imminent.These are all things he needs to consider as a senior brother.

The students in the tough class watched Fucheng being taken away by Jiang Bai, thinking that he was afraid and would not come again.Unexpectedly, at noon on Thursday, this little Yuancun stood directly at the gate of Zhengyi Building, put on a posture of kicking the hall, and shouted to all the students in the Hard Qi class to go out and watch.

Fucheng stood downstairs of Zhengyi, showing off his might. "Anyone of you who says I can't turn it over, come out for me!"