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The master of ceremonies of the show generally arranges an equal number of men and women.

Girls are easy to say, but there are always more beautiful girls than handsome guys these days.

But boys, to be honest, after Miao Wan picked and picked at the radio station, there was still one male emcee position vacant.

The master of ceremonies has high requirements on the body shape. Girls who are not tall enough have the magic weapon of high heels, and the skirt will not affect the audience's vision.

But boys can't, the heel of the leather shoes is too high, it will be particularly attractive, and it will also appear to be in bad shape.

Don't say anything that is too far away to see clearly, the auditorium of Jinghai No. [-] Middle School is not on the same level as other schools.Even if you sit at the back, with the help of the huge LCD screen, you can clearly see the situation on the stage.

Miao Wanchou has been choosing candidates for a long time. For example, Fang Ling is not as tall as he is handsome, and he is not as calm as him.

Originally, there was one that barely fit, but I didn’t know what I ate recently, and my face was full of pimples, one by one, and it grew into acne. It seems that it won’t get better in a short time.

I don't know if Fang Ling left such a deep impression on her during the school sports meeting that she had a strong filter. Anyway, Miao Wan thought about it and couldn't think of a more suitable candidate than Fang Ling.

"He is part of the show that our class is going to perform, and he may not be available." Zhao Shun beeped beside him.

To be the master of ceremonies?

Doesn't Fang Ling have to go to the radio station to check the manuscript or something?

Zhao Shun remembered that there was a student on the radio station who talked a lot, as if he had a speaker on his body, and often before and after "Senior Fang Ling", Fang Ling had better refuse her directly and ignore her.

Zhao Shun thought carefully.

Regarding Zhao Shun's excuse, Miao Wan obviously had already thought up a countermeasure, "It's okay senior, when your class performs, I'll find someone to fill your vacancy, and you can just come back after the performance."

Zhao Shun: "..."

Fang Ling didn't expect Miao Wan's request to be this.

He knew that it was a lie that Zhao Shun said just now that he was the part of the class performance, and his class hadn't even finalized the program yet.

But it was impossible for him to expose that guy's lies in front of Miao Wan. In the end, Fang Ling said, "Sister, let me think about it."

Miao Wan nodded, "Senior, just think about it, and I'll come to you tomorrow afternoon after the second class."

Zhao Shun: "?"

Are you in such a hurry?

Fang Ling: "Okay."

There was not much time left for the students to tidy up the housework, so Miao Wan left with the two of them after hastily saying good night.

On the way back to the dormitory, Zhao Shun whispered to Fang Ling, "Fang Ling, are you going to be the master of ceremonies?"

Fang Ling: "I should have to go. It's easy to pay back money, but it's hard to pay back favors."

Zhao Shun pursed his lips.

Fang Ling glanced at him, "What do you want to say?"

Zhao Shun took the route of saving the country with curves, "You are the cultural and entertainment committee member in the class, you must have a part in the show, you have to be on stage. Since you are going to be on stage, you must rehearse. You may not have so much time to get in touch with them."

Fang Ling: "Let's have a look again."

Zhao Shun opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he seemed to think of something in the middle and immediately closed his mouth. His eyeballs rolled around, and a faint light flashed in the light brown pupils.

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, Zhao Shun finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Fang Ling glanced sideways, "What are you thinking, are you thinking of bad ideas?"

Zhao Shun: "...No."

Fang Ling was dubious.

***

After the cultural gala was put on the agenda, each class began to discuss the type of program one after another.

It took less than a day for Class 9 ([-]) of senior high school to finalize the program. There was no other reason. This program captured the hearts of all the girls, and there was a big traitor on the boys side.

Zhao Shun, the deputy squad leader, raised his hands in favor of the costume dance. He is quite authoritative in class nine. Once he agreed, many boys did not object.

So the program of Class Nine was finalized.

It's just that the type of program has been determined, and the specific performance items are still to be discussed.

So after the last class in the morning, Weng Qiaojian went to the podium, "Brothers and sisters, please be quiet first, let me say a few words."

It soon became quiet below, and the students who had taken their meal cards and were about to rush to the cafeteria also stopped.

Weng Ruo didn't waste time, and cut straight to the point: "The type of program for our cultural performance has been determined, but the specifics have not been discussed yet. Students who intend to participate in the program, or want to give advice to our cultural performance, come back to the classroom after lunch. Let's discuss it together."

"Okay, no problem!"

"Okay, I will definitely come when the time comes."

Weng Ruo: "Let's go to dinner, and those students who are interested will try to come back before 12:30."

So everyone ran to the dining hall in a swarm.

"Come on duck, hurry up!"

"In the past, there must have been a long queue on the first and second floors, so go to the third floor to eat today."

"Hey, heroes see the same thing~"

Fang Ling and Zhao Shun also went to the third floor of the dining hall. There were far fewer people on the third floor than on the first and second floors, and they could eat without queuing.

The boys from class nine came together, and finally sat in a pile.

"Brother Shun, why did you propose to dance in ancient costumes? And it's not limited to boys and girls. Boys wearing Hanfu will not turn into women?" Ding Dayan was curious.

Ding Dayan is straight, he doesn't usually watch costume dramas, nor is he interested in ancient culture.He always thought that Hanfu belonged to girls, and it was cute and good-looking for girls to wear it, but it would be weird if boys wore it.

As soon as the words came out, pairs of eyes looked over.

Zhao Shun plausibly said, "Of course it is to get high scores. The majestic dance is so shocking, it will definitely scare the judges. Besides, the girls in the class are all clamoring to wear Hanfu, so let's just satisfy their wishes." chant."

With meat in his mouth, You Su tilted his head and nodded after hearing Zhao Shun's words, "Brother Shun is right, I specifically checked the classes that won prizes in previous years' cultural performances this morning, and found that they were all dancers. There are a lot of stage plays, anyway, they are more eye-catching types. Among them, almost 80.00% of the dancers are team dances."

Fang Ling felt that things were not that simple.

Zhao Shun is not the kind of character who cares about women and girls. It is better to expect him to fully understand the issue of biological genetic ratio than to expect him to be concerned about the needs of girls.

But at this moment, Fang Ling really couldn't think of Zhao Shun's hidden thoughts.

The boys ate very quickly, starving ghosts reincarnated one after another, and cleared the plates in front of them by devouring them.

Fang Ling used to eat fast, but as he got older, he changed his bad habits.

Seeing that he hadn't finished eating, Zhao Shun sat beside him and waited. He was eager to be alone with Fang Ling, so he found an excuse to send the students next to him away. .”

"Good Le!"

So the boys left.

After the group of people left, Fang Ling looked up at Zhao Shun, "Zhao Shun, are you planning something secretly?"

Zhao Shun's eyes wandered for a moment, "Absolutely not. I have a heart for the class and vow to win glory for the class."

Fang Ling stared at him for a while, then finally moved his eyes away.

All right, then he will see what kind of medicine this guy sells in his gourd.

The two returned to the classroom after eating. Since Fang Ling ate slowly, when he and Zhao Shun stepped back, there were already quite a few people in the classroom.

Seeing them come back, Weng Ruo said, "We're almost all here, let's start the small meeting now. Brothers and sisters, since we have confirmed the group classical dance, let's finalize the song now."

Tan Feizhou: "Squad leader, I have a suggestion. Since we plan to involve both boys and girls, it is best to choose a song that combines hardness and softness."

Weng Ruo held his chin, thought for a while, and nodded slowly.

"Then it's better to find a well-known song with a rich story. The stage play tells the story. If the song we choose contains the story, then we also take into account the effect of the stage play, killing two birds with one stone!" Zhao Shun suddenly Open your mouth.

When he spoke, many people looked at him.

Some students nodded frantically in agreement, "This idea is good, it must be Wang Zha!"

But some students hesitated, and then whispered, "But Brother Shun, is this too complicated? It takes a long time to rehearse. It's mid-December, and there are less than two weeks left before the art performance at the end of the month. Excluding weekends If there is no rehearsal time, we can only rehearse in PE class, and we only have two PE classes a week."

Ding Tian wanted to wear Hanfu, so she quickly said, "I don't think rehearsal is a problem. We can also do it from Monday to Friday. We finish class at [-] o'clock and start evening classes at [-] o'clock. There are two hours in between, eating and cleaning housework. Lose an hour, and there is an hour left for rehearsal."

After a pause, Ding Tian curled her lips, "Don't think I don't know, you boys often go to the playground to play ball after class in the afternoon."

That boy turned off the mic just now.

Zhao Shun glanced over, "Is there any disagreement?"

No one speaks.

Zhao Shun grinned, "Okay, then it's decided!"

Fang Ling's eyebrows twitched when he saw that he was smiling very happily.

Weng Ruo frowned, "For a song to tell a story, it has to be both hard and soft, and it's best to be widely known? It's hard to find..."

You Su scratched his head, "What do you think of "Will Enter the Wine"? This is Li Bai's poem, which was later made into a song. Even if you haven't heard the song, you must know this poem. It is definitely famous enough."

The computer in the classroom was turned on, and Weng Ruojian searched for "Jiangjinjiu" online, and turned on the stereo for everyone to listen to.

The accompaniment is majestic and majestic, corresponding to the heroism of the poets of the Tang Dynasty. The male voice at the beginning is fast and low, like a hammer beating the drumhead; the female voice is high and thick, equally astonishing, like an invincible sharp knife.

The song is not long, and "Will Enter the Wine" will end soon.

Tan Feizhou smacked his lips, "It sounds good, but there are almost no soft parts in this song."

The girls nodded.

Geng Lin suggested in a low voice, "What about Su Shi's "Shui Tuo Ge Tou"?"

Ding Dayan vetoed it in a second, ""Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is too soft, and this kind of lyrics that have been handed down, later generations will always feel that the tune is weird when they make their own music."

Weng Ruo comforted Geng Lin, "Geng Lin is fine, it's good to have a proposal."

Ding Dayan's heart felt cold.

Fang Ling was looking through the song library with his mobile phone. Since he chose classical dance, he would look for it in ancient songs.

When it comes to combining hardness and softness, Fang Ling thought of one thing——

Dramatic.

Opera tune is the quintessence of the ancient style. Songs with opera tune and songs without opera tune are completely different artistic conceptions.

With a flick of his fingertips, Fang Ling found a song that he thought was quite suitable, "I have a recommendation."

The people who were discussing fell silent and looked over.

Fang Ling: "What do you think of Teacher Yu's "The Drunken Concubine"? The background tells about Concubine Yang and Tang Minghuang. The story has been written. The overall tune of the story is sad, and it is paired with classical dances. It must be impressive."

Among other things, this song has a very wide audience, not to mention students who often surf the Internet, and even many elderly teachers have heard it.

Everyone was shocked.

Tan Feizhou snapped his fingers, "Fang Xiaoling, your proposal is wonderful! At that time, we can do another reversal, let the boys play the imperial concubine, and when the song reaches the male voice, pass the mic over, and let 'the imperial concubine' sing a few lines. It can shock the audience!!"

"Hahahaha, Tan Feizhou, how good you are~"

"Dazhou's proposal is great! When the time comes, the reversal will definitely startle a group of people's eyes,"

"And more, I think it's better to arrange Tang Minghuang too! The noble concubine and Tang Minghuang appeared together, lingering, and finally came out of Mawei Slope and went down to the end of the world."

Everyone is excited, you talk to me, and there is no end to it in an instant.

The classroom was too noisy, everyone was high, and Weng Ruo couldn't speak, so she turned on the microphone on the podium.

"Everyone calm down!"

The sound effect is huge, and the classroom quickly quiets down.

Weng Ruo continued: "The song proposed by Fang Ling is very good, so we will use Teacher Yu's song. I heard everyone's discussion just now, and I also think it is very good, very imaginative and creative, but now there is a problem. "

Weng Ruo froze for a moment, with confusion in his eyes, "We have to choose a noble concubine, which male student will volunteer to play this role?"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole classroom fell silent.

The boys who had been discussing in full swing just now looked like ducks with their necks strangled, and they didn't dare to quack again.

A few seconds later, the girls burst into laughter, "Hahahahaha!"

"Tan Feizhou, why don't you cover up the imperial concubine, who made you so thoughtful!"

"I think Genglin can do it~"

Tan Feizhou and Geng Lin said in unison: "No!!"

Geng Lin shook his head like a wave drum, "I'm too dark, I'm not as dark as a noble concubine."

Tan Feizhou immediately said: "I can't do it either. My facial contours are too hard. Even with makeup, I can tell that I am a boy. And it's not like you don't know how powerful the auditorium's equipment is. It's ultra-high-definition. It's hard to sit in the back." I can see clearly. I was seen through as a noble concubine at a glance, what suspense is there?"

The other boys also shook their heads frantically.

"I can't do it either. I'm tone deaf, and I'm sure I'm out of tune when I sing, even if it's just one sentence."

"I panicked when I came on stage, and even forgot who I was."

"I'm 1.8 meters six, how can there be a concubine as tall as me? So don't think about me!"

A group of girls: "Goose goose goose goose."

They had a great time watching the play next to them.

You Su suddenly looked at Fang Ling, "Fang Ling, why don't you come, you chose the song, and you should also play the role of the imperial concubine."

Fang Ling: "?"

Tan Feizhou looked at Fang Ling, looked him up and down, and suddenly nodded, "Fang Xiaoling, I think you can do it. Your face can hold up to the scene. After putting on makeup, you shouldn't be very manly, and you won't be seen through at a glance."

Fang Ling: "??"

Weng Ruo also looked at Fang Ling carefully, nodded slightly without concealing it, and then looked forward to it, "In ancient times, the Buddha cut meat and fed it to eagles. Cultural and entertainment committee members, why don't you give up your life for the class now."

Fang Ling: "???"