I'm just sorry for plagiarism

Under the leadership of the teacher, the children of several classes went down to the venue. As far as the eye could see, there was a huge playground, which was a bit empty, surrounded by chairs, and a temporary stage was built on it. Still gorgeous, and obviously hard work has gone into it.

It’s no wonder they don’t work hard. This time the friendship is of great significance, and it happened to be stuck at the gate of Zhenhua’s anniversary celebration. For this reason, many people were invited, and a lot of manpower and material resources were spent. At best, even reporters from the provincial TV station were called over.

Li Xia was arranged to the south along with the children in the class, a little closer to the corner, separated by countless rows of seats, the background of the small class representative and Yu Yatou were faintly visible.

Although Zhu Liwen, who has already entered high school, no longer serves as a class representative and has started a project as a literary and art committee member, but the young lady always likes to call her this way, and thinks it is kind.

To the north, at the center of the stage, the teachers in charge of literature and art propaganda in different schools were called over and refused to be together. Behind him was a middle-aged reporter in his early forties, who was wiping the microphone boredly.

Several photographers behind had already brought the machine over. Reporter Zhang followed the host to choose a good location and directed the machine to be put down.

There is a tradition like this, in the friendship, a few outstanding programs will be selected and reported, edited and made into a film, and broadcast on the news. It used to be a small local station, but now even the reporters in the provinces and cities have been alarmed. , the meaning is clearly quite different.

Once it is linked to the ceremony, everything will become extraordinary.This time the recording was also made by the superiors, and they wanted to publicize their Zhenhua High School, so the battle seemed much more luxurious than usual.

Most of the camera seats are placed in the northerly area, which is where the Zhenhua students are located. Although the three cameras cannot pay attention to the whole audience, the one in the center of the stage can be revealed without a doubt .

But even so, the music teacher in No. 88 still hesitated to speak, because looking from that direction, it was impossible for their geographical location in No. 88 to be captured in the camera.

To put it bluntly, this is the task taught to them by the school. Although it is impossible to steal Zhenhua's limelight in the camera, but if they can't even show the corners of their clothes like this, it is not very good for them in 88.

The same is true for Mingde, although he is close to the big stage, but because of the angle, even if he looks from here, he can only shoot one side. The real protagonist is still the host Zhenhua.

Just when the two teachers were about to give some kind reminders, a young man who walked over hurriedly and very acquaintedly took the reporter's side, patted him on the shoulder, and spoke loudly.

"Brother Zhang, the machine is a bit more biased. Yes, yes, just make sure that the shots are all from our Zhenhua students. The program that my class will bring out later is absolutely wonderful. You must help me record it."

The person who came was called Chen Bowen, and he was still a student. He wore a pair of very elegant glasses on the bridge of his nose, but he always had a commanding demeanor when speaking, which made the teachers from other schools a little uncomfortable.

But they didn't dare to say anything more, Zhenhua can be regarded as a premier wealthy school, and the children who come out of it are crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and if they provoke people who shouldn't be provoked, it will be their teachers who can't eat and walk around.

Looking at the students from other schools who had been squeezed out of the camera, the teachers looked at each other, and they all swallowed, feeling a bit embarrassed.

In the end, only Mingde's teacher Zhou still had some confidence, stood up, smiled awkwardly, and interrupted the two reporter students who were chatting happily.

"Teachers from other schools?" Chen Bowen glanced contemptuously. Although he was a teacher, he didn't give any face. "What's the matter?"

It is no wonder that he is arrogant, Mingde is at best just a few more top students, and in terms of background strength, even ten Mingde children cannot be compared with Zhenhua.

"It's nothing, nothing." After all, it was the opponent's home court. Teacher Zhou put on a smiling face and flattered the one in front of him with the attitude of treating a superior, "Brother Zhang, when the time comes for our Mingde children to perform, you also have to take care of it."

Shouting Brother Zhang, lowering your seniority is already the biggest step backward.

But the other party didn't seem to appreciate it much, waved his hand, and said perfunctorily, "Got it."

But he ignored Teacher Zhou and continued to chat about the show with the male students around him.

It seems that Chen Bowen does have some family background, otherwise it would be impossible for the provincial and Taiwan reporters to look at him differently.

Teacher Zhou was a little annoyed, but he could only continue to smile, "We have a program in Class [-] of Mingde, which combines basketball and dance. It's actually quite good. There is also a poetry recitation in Class [-]. The entries are all written by myself, which is amazing. Brother Zhang, you must like it."

He said to himself.

The two of them had already turned their heads away and stopped looking at him again.

Chapter 41 40, isn't that a guitar

Half an hour later, the entire playground was bustling with people.

Crowds from all classes and schools formed a circle around the huge stage that was built. Sitting directly below were teachers from different schools, as well as the leader Zhou reporter.

He was leading Chen Bowen to discuss something enthusiastically, and several teachers from other schools around saw it, and they could only stand aside with a smile.

There is no way, as the tongue of the outside world, I must not be able to provoke it.

Teacher Bai was also called, and he was sitting in a somewhat reserved manner at the moment.She also didn't have a good grasp of Lixia's program.

I was busy correcting the monthly exam papers of other classes before, so I didn't have the time to worry about such trivial matters.He just listened to Liu Dingling saying that the preparation of the show was not bad, so she felt relieved and stopped asking.

But right now this battle is really a bit grand.

Not to mention the reporters from the provincial station were called, even the few seats revealed a serious and formal atmosphere, and she suddenly regretted why she didn't pay more attention to it.

The performance officially started, and Chen Bowen, who was sitting on the left of Zhou Ji, was still chattering about something.

Zhang Ji just nodded with a smile and didn't respond, but the admiration in his eyes couldn't be stopped.

"What program is your class preparing for later?"

"I wrote the poetry recitation, brother Zhang, you must like it." Chen Bowen just laughed, and then patted the reporter's shoulder very closely, "Don't you believe my talent?"

"How can you say that?" Brother Zhang was slapped on the arm, but he didn't mean to be annoyed in the slightest. Instead, he nodded appreciatively, "How could I not believe you? Might it be a hit?"

"Haha, that's good, Brother Zhang, our school leader said that if we can do a good job this time, we can make our reputation known. The school benefits me less." Chen Bowen smiled, "Maybe it's the priority to recommend Quota, Brother Zhang, you must help me."

"Good talk, good talk."

The way the two laughed, there was a bureaucratic air of reciprocal power, and several teachers frowned.

Generally speaking, the selection of programs still requires the judges and the audience to decide which ones will be the best in the end. However, the conversation between the two now has more or less a predetermined meaning.

Bai Linghui looked around blankly, novel?What novel?Then Chen Bowen was only a child before high school at a glance, and he was already able to write popular novels?

And from what that means, it seems that the popularity is not low?

Several teachers wiped the sweat from their foreheads and felt a little difficult to deal with.

No wonder it gets attention.

I have long heard that Zhenhua's children are both civil and military, but I didn't expect to meet one today.

Chen Bowen did deserve this title, but he wore a pair of glasses but still couldn't hide his somewhat handsome face, his angular facial features, and his pair of sharp eyes.

There is some strength in the words spoken, and the vision in the comments is somewhat unique, but after listening carefully, I always feel uncomfortable.

Looking at it like that, isn't it somewhat arrogant?

He's just a student, especially when he was talking before, he didn't take the teacher from another school seriously, no matter how hard he listened.

The previous few performances went very fast. It is estimated that when arranging the order, the relatively short programs were placed first. With a few songs, most of the children's programs will pass.

It was probably not the performance of their Zhenhua children. The reporter just glanced at it and stopped paying attention. Instead, he turned sideways and continued chatting with Chen Bowen about other things. It seemed that he didn't want to waste his attention at all. On these shows that are nothing new.

Especially Chen Bowen patted his chest and said angrily, "Brother Zhang, it's not that this kind of program is not up to standard at all, you can't write it indiscriminately when you report it, what should you do if it lowers the level? "

The teacher from the headquarters of the 88 Middle School walked up with a smile. It seemed that he wanted to introduce the performance of the children in his class, but the other party didn't seem to be very interested and ignored it.

The trouble made the teacher feel a little embarrassed.

The programs in 88 passed quickly, and entered the next round without any suspense.

The children of No. [-] Middle School also started to walk through the scene one by one.

Still with that superior attitude, Reporter Zhang lost interest after taking a second glance.

Poetry recitation, stand-up comedy, all of these are not bad from previous years' shows. At most, a new group of people came up to perform, and there is nothing new.

Especially in the play performed by Zhu Liwen's class when he went up, the protagonist read the lyrics halfway through the performance, which caused the audience in the audience to burst into laughter.

"Which school is this?" Chen Bowen shook his head disdainfully, but he couldn't hide the sarcasm in his tone, "It can't be Zhenhua's."

The teacher of the third middle school who was named was a little bit upset, but he could only smile on his face, and answered bravely, "It's our class six in the third middle school."

"It's "Thunderstorm". The children have been waiting in line for a long time, but they are a little nervous. Brother Zhang, you can watch it."

"Okay, okay." But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the reporter and waved his hand, "The camera can be put away, and you can call me when the children of Zhenhua are performing."

After all, he was about to get up and go to the backcourt to smoke a cigarette.

Yet at this time.

The basketball hip-hop that Zhou Yuze and his class five carefully prepared finally took the stage.

As soon as they entered the stage, there was a burst of cheers, and most of them were girls. It seemed that the audience had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Accompanied by strong and rhythmic music, several people from Zhou Yuze came up in loose sweatshirts.

Although every move is casual, it is also well-done. Coupled with the drumbeat in the background music, it gradually merges with the sound of basketball volleyball on the stage. It looks very cool.

Originally, this thing was spread from the outside world. Compared with the second half of 07, the small county was undoubtedly a violent shock.

Sure enough, even the reporter Zhang who was about to get up was stunned. After watching for a long time, he finally remembered to open his mouth: "This is your Mingde's child? The hip-hop dance? The movements are quite good."

It's so-so, but it's the best compliment to say it from the mouth of this big reporter who doesn't care about other programs.

It was Chen Bowen who was as arrogant as ever, "Bouncing around like a clown, with no background at all, nothing to worry about."

After Zhou Yuze and the others leave the stage, Class [-] and Class [-] will perform together, singing in a chorus.

Two or three people led the singing, and the other students standing in rows had loud voices, but the song was a bit old-fashioned, and it always made people lose interest when listening to it.

Zhou Yuze, who left the stage early, ignored the blazing gazes of the girls in class five, but walked directly across the stage from behind and came to the backstage.

"Are you ready? Audio accompaniment tape, and lyrics, where's Lixia?" Zhou Yuze looked around and almost laughed angrily when he saw the young lady who was snoring with a guitar in her arms in the corner.

"Hey, wake up? Big brother, you will be playing in Class [-] later, and you don't know what to do." Zhou Yuze shouted for a long time before finally waiting for a response from Hun Da, and the latter fought He yawned, looking sleepily at all this in front of him.

"time to eat?"

"Eat your head? Hurry up." Zhou Yuze laughed angrily, but fortunately, Lao Wang had already prepared it. He was dressed in a small suit and looked straight. He was holding the lyrics in his hand, and looked at it for a while.

"Are you nervous?" Zhou Yuze asked.

"Why are you so nervous?" Lao Wang smiled, but looked him up and down with satisfaction, "But Lao Zhou, the hip-hop preparations are pretty good."

"Li Xia taught some movements. How about it? It's okay, right?" Zhou Yuze scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"It's not bad, it's very fashionable." Several people chatted comfortably, without the slightest sense of nervousness about going on stage, especially when Lao Wang thought about it, and pretended to be sophisticated, he came out with an adjective, "Living and vivid." .”

"It's better to be taught by the eldest lady."

"Yeah, you can talk. Then how can you thank me?" The eldest lady put down the guitar and nodded in satisfaction.

I have to say that Zhou Yuze is indeed a very talented child. No matter in his previous life or this life, as long as he enters the state, he will make rapid progress.The eldest lady was a little lost in thought, she didn't know why she could always see those chic times that she had experienced together in her previous life from him.

"Li Xia, it's about to start later, have you all memorized the lyrics?" Liu Dingling hurried over from the backcourt, seeing that the eldest lady was still fiddling with the buttons on her clothes, Instead, Liu Dingling became anxious, and hurried over to give her a hand, "This button is fastened like this, I'll help you, you hurry up and call Zhou Yuze to change."

The little girl leaned closer, and her short breaths sprayed onto the big and small faces, which made her feel helpless. Well, she is really not good at dealing with women's clothing.

At first, the eldest lady thought it was just a formality, and she didn't pay much attention to the costumes themselves. Before, she planned to wear a school uniform and come to perform, but she didn't expect that a few little bandits from He Miaoliang would break into her in the early morning. After entering the backstage, he dragged the young lady to make up, change clothes and do hair, back and forth, this Li Xia's outfit looks like a little literary style.

"What are you afraid of? Come on, this dress is still very precious, so wear it well." Xiao Hemiao smiled, "If you still have hair, ask Liang Tian to do it for you. Lixia, do you want straight hair or curly hair? ?”

"If I want to be bald, don't I..." The eldest lady was particularly helpless.

The little girls giggled and said, "Li Xia, don't make trouble!"

It's not a very expensive performance costume. She is wearing an exquisite and beautiful warm-colored sweater, with a red bow hanging on her chest, a clear smile, and the acoustic guitar in her arms. However, there is always a feeling of being infinitely magnified.

There is also the feverish head that has been cleaned up, covering the bangs, which looks very cute like the girl next door.Although the young lady likes to cut her hair short in a sneaky way, she still grew her hair long before she knew it.

It seems that she is a little different from the usual eldest lady?

"I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow instead." Zhou Yuze said suddenly after being stunned for a long time.

"What are you doing?" The eldest lady raised her eyebrows, strangely.

"Your chest is too flat, eat more to make up for it!"

"……roll!"

The eldest lady choked for a long time before holding back such a sentence.

The three of Liu Dingling watched from behind, feeling a little worried, and waited for Zhou Yuze to change her shirt before she hurried back to her seat.

A seat was reserved for her in the square in the center, next to Teacher Bai. As a member of the art committee, she naturally had to report the backstage situation to her homeroom teacher.

As soon as they saw her approaching, the teachers didn't take it seriously.

However, when the host called out Zhou Yuze's name again during the curtain call, even reporter Zhang, who was absent-minded before, was taken aback, and blurted out a question, "What program does that boy plan to perform this time?"

Liu Dingling was stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting that reporter Zhang would talk to her, but she subconsciously replied, ""Ukulele"."

"Ukulele?" Chen Bowen on the chair, the girl on the stage who was slowly moving up the chair suddenly had a bright eye, but after hearing the reply, the disdainful expression hung up as usual.

"If you're uneducated, isn't that just a guitar?"

Chapter 42 41, you are the Ukulele under the beach

"Next, please enjoy the original songs by Zhou Yuze from Class [-], Li Xia from Class [-], and Wang Wei!"

"Ukulele!"

The host standing on the stage announced a few words with a microphone, and then left the stage.