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Since Fang Ling wanted to play the imperial concubine, Zhao Shun didn't think too much about it, and directly asked for the role of Tang Minghuang.

He thought it was a sure thing, but he never expected that someone would snatch it from him.

Not only Zhao Shun, but others also looked at Fu Dadong. This tall boy showed a silly smile, "I also want to contribute to the class, but I seem to be too tall. It would be awkward to go to the backup dance."

The corner of Zhao Shun's mouth twitched, "Don't worry, it won't be abrupt."

Weng Ruo felt that what he said made sense, "That's right, we can't find many boys with such a tall height in our class, so it seems inappropriate to put him in the dance team."

Fu Dadong nodded.

Zhao Shun quickly said: "Why is it inappropriate? Isn't he tall, then put him in the lead dance position."

Weng Ruo's eyebrows moved slightly.

Tan Feizhou laughed out loud, and when everyone else was looking at him, he said without hesitation, "Zhao Shun, is that why you want to cooperate with Fang Ling?"

Zhao Shun's breathing was tight, and he paused for two seconds, but in the end he didn't make any excuses, and responded directly, "Yes, Fang Ling and I are at the front and back tables. The distance is also close, in the same community, I can rehearse with him during the holidays."

The people in the class looked at Fang Ling with a little surprise.

Fang Ling has always kept a low profile. If Zhao Shun hadn't said it, they really wouldn't have known that Fang Ling also lived in Mansion No. [-] in Dijing.

Ding Tian agreed, "I think what Brother Shun said makes sense, or else it's just like that."

Cannibals have short mouths, and there is a supper that Zhao Shun ordered for them in front of them, so the others also agreed.

Fu Da looked at Fang Ling, hesitant to speak.

Zhao Shun looked at him warily.

The two most important roles in Class Nine's cultural program were thus finalized.

The rest of the casting took less than half a day, and Weng Ruo classified the students who signed up for the role.

Including Zhao Shun and Fang Ling, a total of 37 students signed up to participate in the performance this time. Except for two important roles, there are a total of 35 backup dancers.

The number of people is not small, Weng Ruo first roughly classifies the students with similar heights, and then divides the students into five groups according to Fang Ling's proposal before.

After grouping, the next step is rehearsal.There is definitely no way to rehearse in the classroom, so I have to apply for a dance studio.

Zhao Shun: "Leave the application to me and I'll handle it. How many dance studios do you plan to open?"

Weng Ruo thought for a while, "We're divided into five groups, so we need five rooms. But wouldn't it be too much to ask for five rooms for one class?"

Before Zhao Shun could answer, Weng Ruo continued, "Forget it, let's not go too far, we need two rooms, anyway, we are dancing the same piece, and the singing will be the same."

Zhao Shun didn't think so, "Although the same song was played, the rehearsal progress was different. It is impossible to keep the music in sync all the time. I can get five dance studios."

Fang Ling said at the right time: "According to Weng Ruo, we need two rooms. If there are any surplus later, we will apply for more, and now we will open two rooms first."

Fang Ling absolutely believed that Zhao Shun would win five dance studios for Class Nine, but that would be too high-profile.

They occupied five rooms in one class, and it was not only the class leaders of Class Nine who were under pressure, but also the class teacher Zhang Zhiguo.

Zhao Shun was stunned, although he didn't understand, but since Fang Ling said so, he didn't insist on asking for five rooms.

Zhao Shun walked over immediately, and immediately returned with two keys to the dance studio.The dance music was also determined one after another after a heated discussion among the girls.

Everything is ready, starting from Friday afternoon, all the students in Class [-] who participated in the program started intensive training.

Fang Ling agreed to the invitation from the broadcasting station, but since he himself had to participate in the rehearsal of Class Nine, the broadcasting station gave him a pack of cards directly.

The need for tacit understanding between emcees is not that high, but they must remember the lines, remember when to say what words, and remember what to say after the other party's line.

Therefore, after the programs of each class were reported, Fang Ling directly recited the lines according to the program settings.

As the art performance at the end of the month approached day by day, more and more classes went to the dance studio.

It is often seen that the doors of the classrooms in the Literature and Art Building are open. Walking through the corridor, all kinds of music are played interlacedly, which makes people feel like they are traveling through different worlds.

After the morning self-study on Saturday, Jinghai No. [-] Middle School had a holiday as usual, but many students chose to stay in school this weekend instead of going home.

After class, Weng Ruo came over, "Fang Ling, you shouldn't be going home this weekend, right?"

Zhao Shun: "Not necessarily, there may be something wrong with his family."

Weng Ruo was a little speechless, "I'm talking to Fang Ling."

Zhao Shun felt good, "I'll answer for him."

He knew that something happened to Fang Ling's family recently. If Fang Ling didn't go back, Aunt Ye would be at home alone.

Zhao Shun felt that this was not very good.

Fang Ling said, "I stayed at school this weekend, and my mother went away. Even if I go home, no one will be there."

Yesterday afternoon, Ms. Ye sent him a message, saying that she was going to leave City A for a while, to walk around, to travel and relax, and she probably wouldn't be back before New Year's Day.

It's very clever that last night he swiped through Moments and saw a photo of the airport in Uncle Zhou's Moments.

Although there is no accompanying text, but looking at the picture, Fang Ling thinks... well, there is something about that.

So Fang Ling is very relieved now.

Zhao Shun was stunned, and then smiled, "Auntie Ye is away? That's good. Let's go to the dance studio after we have dinner together."

Weng Ruo looked at Zhao Shun and then at Fang Ling, and that strange feeling came up again.

She always felt that Zhao Shun seemed to be overly enthusiastic. She had been in his class for more than two years, and it seemed that he was so enthusiastic about someone recently.

Just, weird.

But Weng Ruo didn't have time to think about it, so he was called by the little sister to the canteen to form a team for dinner.

After eating, a group of Class Nine set out for the dance studio in a mighty manner.

The young people are full of vigor and tirelessness, writing the youth envied by many teachers on campus.

***

The gears of time keep turning, the city A is getting darker and earlier, and the dawn is getting later and later, and the clothes on the students are getting more and more complicated.

This year's New Year's Day Gala will be held on the 12th and 30st of December.

Yes, the gala will be held two nights in a row.

There is no other reason, the scale of Jinghai No. [-] Middle School is too large, and there are many students.The upper level without arts and sciences has a relatively large number of students in each class, so the number of classes is relatively small, only twenty classes.

In the second and third years of high school, in order to allow teachers to better supervise students, the number of students in each class was reduced.And then, the number of classes will naturally increase.

So the whole school adds up, there are five to six thousand students, a total of eighty classes.

With so many classes, even if the performance of some classes is only a solo piece of less than 5 minutes, one night is not enough.

So the New Year's Day party was held for two consecutive nights, and gradually became a tradition in Jinghai No. [-] Middle School.

The 30th of this month is Thursday. After the class ended on Wednesday morning, the monitors of each class were notified to go to the radio station to draw lots.

The order of classes in the theatrical performance depends entirely on the luck of the class monitor.

Weng Ruo went and finally drew A20.

A represents the day on the 30th, and B represents the 31st.

As soon as the number was drawn, Weng Ruo took a photo of it and sent it to the class.

[Weng Ruo]: Our class will be the 20th player tomorrow. I think this order is okay.

[Ding Dayan]: It's pretty good, it doesn't matter if you are the first one, otherwise some students may lose their mentality.

[Ding Tian]: Sister Ruo is lucky!

[You Su]: (come on.jpg)

[Genglin]: This position is really good, and the judges' scoring is not as strict as it was at the beginning.

"Our class will be the 20th on stage tomorrow night." Tan Feizhou ate while swiping his phone. After speaking, he raised his eyes to Fang Ling, who was on the other side, "By the way, Fang Xiaoling, how is your emcee's preparations?"

Fang Ling nodded, "It's okay."

Tan Feizhou clicked his tongue softly, "Look at you, you don't look nervous at all, it seems that you have a plan in mind. I don't know which area our class will sit in. If it's close to the stage, I'll take a picture for you!"

For the cultural performance tomorrow night, when Tan Feizhou returned to school from home on Sunday, he specially brought the SLR at home.

"Did the broadcasting station tell you what time they want you to come over tomorrow?" Tan Feizhou was curious.

Fang Ling: "Already notified, we have to arrive before six o'clock."

Tomorrow night's cultural performance will start at 45:[-] and end at [-]:[-] in the evening. The next day will end earlier, and it will be completely over before [-]:[-].

Tan Feizhou took a mouthful of rice, and then said: "Then after school tomorrow afternoon, you should eat quickly. If you want to take a bath, please let me know in the group. We will move a seat for you and let you wash first."

Fang Ling shook his head, "No need, wait until the performance is over before washing, after all, you have to put on makeup at night."

Tan Feizhou thought about it, yes.

Suddenly thought of something, Tan Feizhou looked around and saw that there were no students from his class nearby, then he smiled, with playful eyes and brows, "Fang Xiaoling, what's the matter with you and Zhao Shun?"

Tan Feizhou is not blind, especially when Zhao Shun inexplicably said that day "near the water", and when he looked at the relationship between the two later, he tasted something else.

Fang Ling rolled his eyes, "Actually, I have nothing to do with him."

Tan Feizhou was upset, "You don't even tell me now?"

Fang Ling sighed, "It's not that I didn't tell you, but that I really have nothing to do with him now."

Tan Feizhou rolled his eyes, "Just now?"

Fang Ling smiled without saying a word.

Tan Feizhou smacked his lips, "That's what might happen in the future? Okay, in fact, there is no rush. Our college entrance examination is not over yet. If he really pursues you sincerely, he will definitely be able to persist until after the college entrance examination."

After dinner, the two went back to the dormitory to tidy up the housework.

The god of time stepped forward one more day, and the bell for the third class on Thursday afternoon had just rang, and two seconds later, Fang Ling's cell phone vibrated.

It was a small group of four from the master of ceremonies.

[Miao Wan Wan Wan]: @恩明斑@班静@方陵, how about having a meal together, and go to the auditorium together after the meal.

[Ban Jing]: OK, where to eat?Big dining hall or small dining hall?

[Geng Mingzhe]: I have no problem, @方陵学长, come quickly!

[Fang Ling]: Good.

[Miao Wan Wan Wan]: Then let's meet at the small ladder restaurant on the third floor of the big dining hall~

"Fang Ling, do you want to have dinner together?" Zhao Shun usually wants to have dinner with Fang Ling.

Fang Ling took back the phone, "It probably won't work. I just promised the radio station that I will have dinner with them. I guess I will go straight to the auditorium after dinner."

Zhao Shun: "Oh, well then, I will ask you out again when you are free."

These afternoons, everyone rehearsed together, and actually ate dinner together, but Zhao Shun wanted to be alone with Fang Ling instead of a bunch of classmates around him.

But it looks like it won't work tonight.

Zhao Shun thought regretfully.

Fang Ling went to the appointment.

Whether it was Ban Jing or Geng Mingzhe, Fang Ling had seen each other at the school sports meeting.

Contrary to her name, Ban Jing is a very lively girl with two dimples on her face when she smiles.

Geng Mingzhe was also a sunny boy, and he was also the one who Zhao Shun felt babbled in Fang Ling's ear before.

Geng Mingzhe felt that he and Fang Ling really had a good chat. Fang Ling had just turned out of the stairs. When he saw someone, he waved wildly, "Senior, here!!"

Fang Ling walked over, "Sorry, I'm a little late."

"It's okay, we just arrived not long ago." Geng Mingzhe laughed with a row of white teeth.

Fang Ling went to order food first, and then took the only vacant seat at the table for four.

Ban Jing: "The makeup artist will arrive at our school at 45:[-], so we have to hurry up."

Geng Mingzhe was a little excited, "Speaking of which, I haven't worn a suit yet, I heard that I would be very handsome in a well-fitting suit."

He happened to be ill at last year's cultural performance, so he was not able to be the master of ceremonies, so Geng Mingzhe was very regretful.

Ban Jing smiled dimpled, "I'm looking forward to it too."

The service of the class is provided by the class itself, but the service of the master of ceremonies who is in charge of hosting is the responsibility of the school.

Sooner rather than later, the four of them went directly to the auditorium after eating.

The financial resources of Jinghai No. [-] Middle School are reflected in all aspects, but if you interview a random student of the school, ask him where in the school can best reflect "wealth".

Then ask ten people, ten people will give the same answer: Jinghai Town Hall

It is not a three-story dining hall full of high-priced restaurants, nor is it a dormitory building where every dormitory is equipped with air-conditioning washing machines, but a Jinghai Great Hall that can accommodate more than 7000 people and has LCD monitors everywhere on the upper and lower floors.

A student once joked that if the Jinghai Great Hall was lent to third-tier singers in the entertainment industry to hold concerts, it would probably not be full of people.

Fang Ling's memory of the Jinghai Great Hall gradually became clear when he re-entered the place.

A high stage is built on one side of the tall building with cylindrical columns, and in front of it is an audience area arranged in a trapezoid.

A large display screen has been released from the hidden storage compartment above, hovering in the upper areas of the audience area.

"You guys are here, the dresses have just been delivered, first go to rooms 1 and 2 backstage to change." The janitor recognized Miao Wan, saw them and said quickly.

Miao Wan thanked her, and led a few people to the backstage room.

***

The third floor of the small dining hall.

Ding Dayan suddenly noticed something was wrong with Zhao Shun. He scooped up a large spoonful of fried rice, but he didn't move. He stared at the big bowl in front of him, as if he was looking at the fried rice in the bowl, but he didn't seem to be looking at it.

"Brother Shun?" he called out, but there was no response. Ding Dayan was surprised, "Brother Shun, are you fugue?"

People eat for food.

My mind can wander while eating, what important thing is this thinking about?

Ding Dayan teased, "What are you thinking about? Could it be that... um~"

You can only understand it later.

Zhao Shun came back to his senses, "Yes, I'm looking forward to tonight's cultural performance."

Ding Dayan was stunned, "It turned out to be this one. I was really looking forward to it. Just after class, I heard some girls say that they have to change into Hanfu before going to the auditorium."

How cute are girls with makeup and Hanfu!A large group of them is simply too seductive.

Of course, Ding Dayan believed that Weng Ruo must be the cutest one.

You Su took a mouthful of rice, thoughtfully, "Then we boys, should we change our clothes first, so as not to be in a hurry and accidentally forget to move when we are in a hurry."

Geng Lin, who was sitting on the other side, nodded, "I think it is necessary. It is better to have plenty of time than to be short. And I heard from Weng Ruo that because of the lighting on the stage, heavy makeup must be worn, otherwise it is easy to not see the facial features."

Fu Dadong also felt that we should go early, "In this case, we will go directly to the classroom after dinner. Change clothes in the teaching building, and then let the girls help with makeup. The clothes and makeup are complete, so it's not so strange."

Everyone nodded.

However, after eating, Zhao Shun said: "You go to the classroom first, I have to go back to the dormitory."

Geng Lin was puzzled, "Go back to the dormitory? Brother Shun, we're sweating all over after the show, so let's take a shower when we get back. Anyway, there are only four people in a dormitory."

Zhao Shun said, "It's not about taking a shower. I brought a DSLR to school, and now I have to go back and get it."

Tonight Fang Ling will be the master of ceremonies, and he will take more pictures of Fang Ling with his camera.After the party is over, he will go to the school to get a full set of videos!

And he also specially ordered some things, which must be brought.

After returning to the dormitory, Zhao Shun first found out the SLR camera.

Thinking of something, he looked back and saw that the door was empty and no one came in, so Zhao Shun took out his backpack from the cabinet.

Unzipping the zipper, Zhao Shun pulled out a long square box from the inside.

Opening the box and looking at the contents inside, Zhao Shun grinned, a little flattered, "No matter how dark the audience area is, Fang Ling will definitely be able to see me."

And what is contained in the box are some small brands that look a bit like Yingyue.

These small light signs were specially customized by Zhao Shun online. He took out one of them, pushed the button on the handle, and the sign lit up.

"□ Mausoleum", the icon and the word are shining.