Senior Class Three

The dance room is twice the size of the usual classroom and can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time. It is mainly used for student performance rehearsals.There are snow-white walls on all sides, and a huge mirror hangs on one side, reflecting everything in the room; on the side with doors, there are many illustrations in rich colors; on the other two sides, there are several arched windows with simple shapes.The floor was covered with thick rugs and swept immaculately.The sun shines in, and the room is bright and clean. It seems that as long as you enter this room, your body will become light and agile.

Yuan Xiaoling's body looks light and light, and her every move and gesture is simply flexible.Her movements are graceful and natural, and she is wearing a pink Hanfu, graceful and graceful. During her actions, the long skirt dances, and the silk cloth cuts through the air. The person in front of her is like the real Concubine Yang, dignified and soft.The few people present were fascinated by it, and there was no sound, falling into a deathly silence.

On the other side, Ma Muzhi was wearing a golden imperial robe.He didn't have a hairstyle, and his light and short hair didn't feel out of place.Impeccable and beautiful facial features, fair skin, and handsome figure.There is no anger in his eyes, and his temperament is awe-inspiring, quite like a young emperor.

Both of them were very good looking. After a practice session, there were sparse applause.In addition to the two leading actors, there are 6 people in the studio, including the trio of "Golden Wanliang" and "Dream Jia".The six of them sat on the floor casually, each holding a tool in his hand—a notebook and a pen.

Yuan Xiaoling stood at the fixed position of her performance, her face flushed because of her hard work.The six audience members were full of praise for her, and she smiled so captivatingly.Ma Muzhi walked up to her according to the script, and Yuan Xiaoling whispered, "Can you give up the role of Tang Minghuang?"

Ma Muzhi remained silent, with a sunny smile on his face.

Yuan Xiaoling raised her head, and the boy on the opposite side was known as one of the second handsome men in high school. His skin was beyond words. Most of the girls flocked to him when they saw him.As Zha Nan said, he is undoubtedly the best candidate to play Tang Minghuang.In order to solve Cha Nan's recitation problem, she had no choice but to make unreasonable demands with the cheek.

Ma Muzhi smiled brighter, he approached step by step, Yuan Xiaoling backed away consciously.Ma Muzhi is a person who loves to laugh. He wears a kind smile all the year round. He looks approachable and has no offensive power.He is now wearing an imperial robe, although he is smiling, he has an inexplicable coercion.

"It's better for you to withdraw from the role of Concubine Yang."

"Okay," Yuan Xiaoling replied simply.Ma Muzhi refuses herself, and she can't force it.There is a scene of holding hands in the script. She is not familiar with Ma Mu, and performing hand in hand with him against her own will will only appear blunt and unnatural, which will affect the result of the competition.And he doesn't seem to want to cooperate with her, so it's better to fulfill him and let him find a girl he likes to play.If she quits, it will free up more time to help Cha Nan remember.

The six people below disagreed and expressed their opposition one after another.Tomorrow night is the school's celebration, and there is only one day left. If there is a sudden change, the result can be imagined.The six of them discussed it and then retreated silently.

Yuan Xiaoling didn't want to waste time either, she looked up for a while, and planned to leave the dance studio.Suddenly, she stretched out her hands and hugged Ma Muzhi who was opposite her. She leaned hard, and the two embraced tightly, rolling on the blanket for a few times before stopping.Ma Muzhi was pressed down by her, his face was pale, his eyes were closed and he frowned.

She anxiously shouted: "Ma Muzhi, wake up."

The person on her body was called by her for 10 minutes, but there was still no sign of waking up.She got up from him, and there was a small half of the ceiling at Ma Muzhi's feet.She pushed him just now because she saw that the ceiling above his head was crumbling and was about to fall down.If you don't push Ma Muzhi away, you may hit him on the head, and the consequences will be disastrous.

The people on the ground did not move, and she was frightened and cried.Crying and calling his name.A person was attracted by his cries, squatted beside her, and gently called the people on the ground.Yuan Xiaoling looked up, and the person who came was her classmate Qingmei.She often sees the two coming in and out in pairs, and the relationship is very friendly.When someone came to help, she calmed down a little and asked softly, "How is he?"

Qing Mei pressed against Ma Muzhi's chest, listened carefully for a moment, and comforted her, "It's nothing, he just passed out."

"I'm sorry." Yuan Xiaoling lowered her head in shame, "When will he wake up?"

"Soon..." Qingmei glanced at Yuan Xiaoling, took a jade hairpin from her head, blew on the tip of the hairpin, put it on Ma Muzhi's arm, and slowly and firmly penetrated it bit by bit. On his skin, he muttered: "I got an injection."

As soon as the words fell, before Ma Muzhi woke up on the ground, his hand moved first, struggling to get rid of the hairpin in Qingmei's hand.Qingmei called his name again, he frowned slightly, and slowly opened his eyelids.

Ma Muzhi turned his head, and a familiar figure came into view, and he forced a smile on his face.When his sight became clearer and his smile returned to its former brightness, Qingmei helped him sit up, "How do you feel?"

Ma Muzhi said: "Pain"

Yuan Xiaoling squatted beside her and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Don't forget what you promised me." Ma Mu looked her up and down, the corners of his mouth full of interest.

Yuan Xiaoling promised him to withdraw from the role of Concubine Yang, and since she agreed, she would not regret it.After repeatedly confirming that Ma Muzhi was fine, she left.

Qingmei helped him stand up, sighed and said, "Oh, another girl is so obsessed with you."

Ma Muzhi said, "She doesn't like me."

"You fainted just now, and she cried to death."

"Because she thought I was going to die." Ma Muzhi looked at Qingmei with a smile, "Fortunately, you saved me."

"If other students know that our god of learning is most afraid of pain and injections, I don't know what their expressions are."

"Yuan Xiaoling already knows."

"..."

Yuan Xiaoling told Zha Nan to give up acting. Although Zha Nan was angry, Yuan Xiaoling had already made up her mind, and it was useless for her to talk more.The two recited together, and with Yuan Xiaoling's best help, she made rapid progress. In less than half a day, she had already finished a quarter of the recitation.

In Chinese class, Shen Chuan never left his thermos. He said: "Ma Muzhi plays Tang Minghuang, Yuan Xiaoling plays Yang Guifei, you two are not allowed to change."

Yuan Xiaoling was startled, she turned her head to look at Ma Muzhi, he seemed to be unaffected by his leisurely and natural appearance.The two returned to the dance room to continue rehearsing, Shen Chuan was determined, she no longer thought about changing people, and the matter of teaching Zha Nan to recite had to be shelved.

There were only the two of them in the dance room, and Yuan Xiaoma practiced hard.Ma Muzhi stood there without moving, and suddenly said, "I have a solution."

"..."

The school celebration party kicked off.

A tall circular booth was built in the middle of the playground, covered with a red carpet.The edge of the stand is decorated with fresh flowers, surrounding the stand.The flowers are tied into bunches with decorative lights, which are constantly flashing, making people dazzled.At this time, the booth was crowded with people, and the students sat in the fan-shaped area fixed by the class.

Senior one students sit closest to the booth, senior senior students sit on the outermost side.The students in Nanmo were divided into four large blocks, each of which was a fan.There are four separate places, and four paths are decorated with balloons, leading directly from the periphery to the booth.Before the performers enter the booth, they enter the arena through these trails, so that the audience can observe them closely.Likewise, they departed by these four trails.

The biggest highlight this time is Class Three (17) of Senior High School.When the announcement was made, Nanmo students guessed that they would not participate. Class 17 has a lot of privileges, they can do whatever they want, a class wish is dispensable to them.But for other classes, the attraction is strong.If they are lucky enough to get No.1, they can make their class the second high school (17) class and enjoy various privileges.Therefore, almost all classes are full of enthusiasm and high morale.

The sequence of programs is decided by random selection by Vice President Wang.Most of the time has passed, and the performers on the stage are the students of Class 1 ([-]) of Senior High School.

Fifth Xing wears beautiful makeup and sings Qingyue's songs. She is the leading actor of this show.Light from all directions came, and the eyes of the students focused on her. Even Ye Linchun, the school flower who led the dance behind her, lost color and acted as a foil.

The most attractive part of this performance is the beauty.All beauties gathered together, Yingying and Yanyan, their waists twisted and their dances were soft, it was really a visual feast, and it was a fantasy paradise for boys.

The boys in the audience were restless, and they watched it very well. Some naughty students even whistled very provocatively.The cheers and shouts continued to rise one after another, and it was very lively.

After the show ended, Class Three (1) got the highest score.The subsequent programs proceeded in an orderly manner, all mediocre, with no bright spots to be found.Many students were drowsy and didn't have the energy to applaud.If it weren't for the fact that Class 17 of senior high school didn't play, they would most likely leave the field.

Vice-principal Wang took out a note from the paper box and said loudly: "The program "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", the performance class—Grade 17 ([-]) class."

The grand finale is Class 17 (17) of senior high school that Nanmo students have been waiting for.On the path decorated with various balloons, Zhao Shuwen walked in the front, followed by two people, one wearing a royal robe and the other wearing a chest-length shirt and skirt.The two held hands, and each of their free hands held a well-formed folding fan and a round fan. They covered their faces with their fans and walked towards the booth calmly.The last ones are the other [-] students in school uniforms.

They hadn't boarded the booth yet, and the students below couldn't hold back and stretched their necks to look over.Especially the students who were close to the balloon, they wanted to run over immediately, take off the two fans that blocked people's sight, and see what kind of face was behind them.They scanned the people behind the line, but they didn't find the most dazzling figure of Ma Muzhi. Everyone guessed that the person wearing the imperial robe must be Ma Muzhi, and his height was also suitable.Thinking of Ma Muzhi playing the role of emperor, the girls automatically made up their minds and couldn't help screaming again and again, and some fanatics shouted: "Your Majesty, please let me into your bedroom."

"My concubine welcomes the emperor."

"Your Majesty, please be sure to turn over the signboard of my concubine tonight."

"..."