Senior Class Three

Not to be outdone, the boys yelled even more amazing words: "Your Majesty, please choose me as this year's champion."

"Long live the emperor, long live, long live."

"Your Majesty, please return my son's concubine to me."

The one who said this was a student in Class Three (2) of Senior High School.As soon as this remark came out, there was a lot of laughter and curses. Some people stomped their feet with laughter, more people laughed, and some students responded, "Ma Muzhi, you have such a big son!" lol.The teachers didn't stop them, they all laughed and said nothing, as if they didn't want to spoil this rare good atmosphere.

Amidst the laughter, a voice floated from under the folding fan: "Imperial Concubine Lian, you can't afford it."

There was a smile in this voice, and upon listening carefully, it was faintly majestic.Ma Muzhi quickly entered the role, which attracted praise from the students.

The students of class 17 arrived at the booth and put on their poses in a short while.Zhao Shuwen stood in the most conspicuous position in front of him, reciting with emotion: "The emperor of the Han Dynasty paid much attention to color and thoughts, and Yuyu couldn't ask for it for many years."

Ma Muzhi took away the folding fan covering his face, and he was shocked that the appearance of heaven and man was exposed in full view, and there were gasps from the audience.Ma Muzhi, who usually wears school uniform, has a smile like a warm sun, and his exquisite facial features exude a charming brilliance all the time.

Wearing the royal robe, he has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and he is heroic.Her hair was tied neatly with a white jade crown, looking clean and neat, with an outstanding temperament.The folding fan in his hand whirled, and his figure walked back and forth, like a handsome young emperor.All eyes were on him, even the students from Class 17 on the stage couldn't help peeking.

Zhao Shuwen continued to recite: "The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up and was raised in a deep boudoir without anyone knowing her."

People in chest-length shirts and skirts took down their round fans, and there was another sound of gasping from the audience. They were too shocked to make a sound, and they kept leaning back. Everyone was so frightened that they didn't know what to say.Later, a collective recitation brought back their thoughts, and someone complained: "It's so ugly..."

"Why is Yang Guifei, one of the four beauties, so ugly?"

"Oh my god, it seems that Concubine Yang Gui was pulled down and beaten up."

"Why is the emperor so handsome and the imperial concubine so ugly..."

"The one who wants the princess, hurry up and grab it!"

"..."

The girls in the audience laughed, and the boys laughed and scolded their relatives.Qingmei danced slowly on the stage.The cloak was like a piece of hemp rope on his body, and he flicked it around without any sense of beauty.He swayed to the left, swayed to the right, and then looked up at the sky, with both hands out, like swatting a fly.

The most surprising thing is not his dancing posture, but his attire.A face is full of blood, with a frown and a smile, the powder on the face falls down, like a fairy air.There was a fiery red flower on his forehead, and his rouge cheeks were like two big cakes stuck to his face, stiff and abrupt.The most terrible thing is a pair of flaming red lips, which take up more than half of the chin. From a distance, it looks like a monster with a big mouth, which is very funny.

He turned around, and the students in class 17 were also terrified. Except for Cheng Jing, everyone forgot to read aloud, and they were all dazed and dumbfounded.The group recitation became a special recitation with only Zhao Shuwen and Cheng Jing.The students in the audience, who didn't know why, thought it was a deliberate stage effect, and clapped their hands and applauded.One person takes the lead, and the others follow suit.

Wang Ruohan and others turned around and continued to recite together.Because of the fragment just now and the fact that he couldn't recite the fifth building, he was stunned. He whispered to Zhang Yongqiang next to him, "Brother Qiang, I forgot everything."

"I would have said the last sentence, but I was taken aback and couldn't remember anything."

The fifth building pretended to recite, opening and closing his mouth: "I didn't see Cha Nan."

Zhang Yongqiang hummed the lyrics in a low voice, "I haven't seen her tonight."

"Doesn't she want to graduate?"

"impossible."

Ma Muzhi took Qingmei's hand, and the two of them strolled on the stage, silently warming each other, Ma Muzhi smiled slightly, "You are so pretty."

"There's something wrong with your aesthetics." Qingmei's body froze, and her face dropped again, dyeing his long eyelashes as white as snow, and he could only speak softly, with a little effort, pink Fall even worse.

He is not as handsome as Ma Muzhi, nor is he as beautiful as Li Youming, but he is still considered above average.The stylist gave him a coquettish hairstyle, and after the makeup artist sculpted and polished it, it was also good, at least it would not be ugly, making him have the urge to self-destruct his eyes.

After seeing his overall attire, Ma Muzhi found fault everywhere.He asked the master to change Qingmei's clothes many times, but he was not satisfied with them all.Seeing that the performance was about to start, he grabbed the tools of the masters and went into battle himself to create the amazing effect today.

Ma Muzhi said, "Do you still remember how to act later?"

Qingmei took two or three steps back, the pearl hairpins on the top of her head were tangled together, jingling, he frowned and thought for a while, "Remember to give me Brother Wu's autograph."

Ma Muzhi found his home last night and gave him a script to play the role of Concubine Yang. Without thinking about it, he directly refused.Isn't it a joke to ask him to act as a noble concubine by himself?Ma Muzhi didn't give up and proposed various benefits, and he took the bait properly.

"I'll give it to you after the school celebration." Ma Muzhi approached him and put his arms around his waist. Qingmei wanted to escape instinctively, but Ma Muzhi didn't give him a chance. He leaned close to Ome's face, and finally turned to his mouth.

After tasting the sweetness, he kissed even more urgently, Qingmei wanted to escape again, Ma Muzhi pinned the folding fan to his waist, and pressed his free hand against the back of his head, stabilizing him, not letting him move a bit.Ma Muzhi wanted to kiss deeper, Qingmei seemed to be suffocating, her expression was painful, and her cock fell to the ground again.

The fifth building saw the two kiss affectionately, still in front of the teachers and students of the school, and admired Ma Muzhi in his heart.

However, why did Banhua dress up so ugly?

Cheng Jing, who was next to him, was reciting poems earnestly on the surface, but she was pulling the hem of the fifth building behind her back, trying to remind him to stop watching the performance of the two on the stage and return to reciting.

The fifth building glanced at Cheng Jing, lowered his voice and said, "Cheng Jing, Ma Mu kissed Yuan Xiaoling, will Xiao Xing be jealous?"

Cheng Jing was taken aback, and almost forgot what he was going to recite next.He pretended not to hear what the fifth building said, retracted his hand, and recited collectively calmly.

Zhang Yongqiang looked at Wang Ruohan in front of him, suddenly his heart fluttered, and he poked him on the back a few times.As if bitten by a mosquito, Wang Ruohan moved her body to express her dissatisfaction.

……

Although Ma Muzhi was reluctant, he let go of Qingmei.He smiled all over his face and looked at Qingmei affectionately.Qingmei's cheeks were hot, his ears were all red, and his neck was red.Fortunately, there was thick powder covering his face, otherwise, he would be ashamed.

Qingmei said: "Fortunately, you painted me this makeup."

Ma Muzhi took his hand and said with a smile, "You didn't like it then."

"I thought it would be stress-free to play a kissing scene with you."

Ma Muzhi raised his eyebrows: "I took your first kiss away."

"This kiss is not counted, it can only be regarded as a brother's kiss. My first kiss will be reserved for my girlfriend,"

"Oh?" This word has a rising sound, provocative, suspicious, and even a little angry.Ma Muzhi's handsome face smiled intoxicatingly. When the stage lights came on, he shook his fan again and again, and the students in the audience screamed.

"Why did the god of learning kiss an ugly girl?"

"Do all handsome people have such peculiar taste?"

"I'm going to die. The number one scholar is in love, and the god of learning is also in love. Will you let me live?"

"Cheng Jing broke up long ago! You are reading news from 800 years ago."

"Good guy, I finally made a move." On a seat in the third year of high school, there was a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses and a black mask on his face. Turn around.

"Student, your figure looks like our school..." The girl next to him stared at him, looked left and right for a long time, and asked uncertainly.

"You've got the wrong person." He adjusted his glasses, pulled up his mask, stood up carefully, and left sneakily.

Zhao Shuwen continued to recite: "The emperor and his ministers care about each other and wear their clothes, and they look east to the capital and believe in their horses."

Suddenly, the stage was surrounded by a cloud of thick smoke, which rose from the bottom of the stage, covering the red carpet and flowers.People in the audience can only see the flickering decorative lights on the stage, which are either on or off, like cute elves in a fairyland.Zhang Yongqiang couldn't see Ma Muzhi and Qingmei clearly, and Zhao Shuwen, who was further away, couldn't see clearly, only heard her loud and full recitation.

Before going to the booth, Ma Muzhi told them that several dry ice fog machines will be prepared during the performance to release a large amount of smoke at one time. In order to create a better visual effect, they don't have to worry.

The students in class 17 were not affected, and the recitation was still going on, but those who couldn't recite still couldn't recite.For example, in the fifth building, taking advantage of the blurred vision, he lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms. There were words written on his skin, row after row. He filled the cheat sheet, looking for the corresponding verses.

Cheng Jing just glanced at him casually, then grabbed his arm with one hand and covered the place where the fifth building fell.He looked ahead, and even though the people in the audience couldn't see what they were doing, he continued to recite responsibly.When the fifth building went to break it, Cheng Jing was merciless and would not give in.His hands were getting hotter and hotter, and his heart was beating faster. Even he himself couldn't figure out whether it was because he was just and selfless and didn't let go, or to satisfy his own selfish desires.

The fifth building gave up resistance and wanted to lower his hand, but Cheng Jing actually trapped him tightly, and he whispered in Cheng Jing's ear: "I won't copy anymore, let me go."

Cheng Jing's blood was surging, she grabbed him and refused to let go.The fifth building babbled in his ears, and he treated himself as a deaf man, and automatically blocked all noises.

Zhao Shuwen recited aloud: "In the spring breeze, the peach and plum blossoms bloom, and in the autumn rain, the sycamore leaves fall."

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the people on the stage reappeared in front of the students.Everyone thought everything was as usual, but found that Tang Minghuang and Concubine Yang were replaced by two other people.