On the first day of school, Yao Feifei started to show off to the class that her parents were wealthy businessmen in the city. Her mother was also the president of the Jiangzhou Women Entrepreneurs Association. She often invited everyone to eat at KFC on weekends and attracted a large number of second-tier people.

classmates.

This makes Jiang Mengjie, who comes from a scholarly family, very dissatisfied. Jiang Mengjie's parents are both teachers at Jiangzhou University, and her father is an associate professor in the Chinese Department. She has practiced piano hard since she was a child, and she is quite beautiful. When she was in elementary school, she

He was still the captain of the school, but he didn't expect that he would only become an entertainment committee member in No. 1 Middle School.

So seeing Yao Feifei frustrated, she was very happy, and even said: "Wang Ping, please stay, just in time to help us come up with ideas, what kind of program should our class put on during the Art Festival?"

Although Yao Feifei was slapped in the face by that boy just now, she still held back the breath in her heart. Therefore, when she saw Jiang Mengjie asking Wang Ping for advice, she couldn't help but snorted, and she wanted to earn back her face even more and show those people what she was doing.

Because of his ability, he said first: "Ask her, what does she know? I think we should rehearse the group dance. Our whole class will participate, and it will definitely be huge."

When Wang Ping heard that everyone was being roped in to dance, her mind suddenly went dark. She remembered that in her previous life, she was roped in to gather the number of people for a group dance at the art festival in junior high school. As a result, during the performance, in front of seven or eight hundred people, she

I was so embarrassed that I tripped on my own skirt and fell down on the stage in the school auditorium.

I even remembered seeing He Zhihui dancing in the dance studio last night. She would definitely go dancing that day, and everyone would be watching. With a gem like He Zhihui in front, it would be really embarrassing if Class 6 was dancing.

It’s over!

When Wang Ping thought of this, she couldn't help but shook her head: "No. No, group dancing is definitely not possible."

Seeing Wang Ping's rebuttal, Yao Feifei immediately sneered and said: "Why are you interrupting again? I asked you to stay and listen. If you say this is not possible, then you can tell me what program our class will produce?"

Seeing Yao Feifei questioning her sternly, Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, but she quickly had an idea and remembered the kung fu that Ye Hui was going to teach her today, and immediately blurted out: "How about we do military boxing?

?”

"What?" Yao Feifei was stunned when she heard this.

Wang Ping had already clarified her thoughts at this moment: "Yes, it's military style boxing. Didn't you say before that the whole class should be very loud? I thought about it. Dancing is not about being loud, but military style boxing is

Okay. Ye Hui, you can teach me."

When Ye Hui heard the words "Military Body Fist", her eyes immediately glowed with glazed eyes. However, she looked at the classmates around her and thought about the qualifications of the students in the class, and couldn't help but wonder: "

Can they?"

Wang Ping hurriedly added: "I'm not asking you to teach real Kung Fu. It's just a performance, quick-fix kind of thing, you know?"

Ye Hui continued to wonder: "Is there such a thing?"

Wang Ping said decisively: "There must be some, go back and find out." Wang Ping was very sure, because she saw it with her own eyes when she was in college.

When Wang Ping was in college in her last life, unlike the military training in junior high school that ended in a week, the military training in college lasted for more than half a month. At the end of the military parade, it was not just the troops from each square who were lining up.

After a process, outstanding students were selected to perform military boxing and dagger exercises on the playground.

At that time, I was unknown and mediocre. Naturally, I would not be selected as an outstanding student. During the performance, I sat on the steps next to the audience and watched the audience. At that time, I saw two to three hundred people wearing green camouflage military uniforms.

They rushed up from the playground, waving their daggers amidst murderous shouts, shouting slogans of "Kill, kill, kill!", which made the onlookers below them excited and wanted to rush down and follow "Kill, kill, kill,"

kill!"

Except for that one time, I have only experienced this effect of empathy when I saw He Zhihui dancing. But if their class also goes to the art festival to do a set of military boxing, then there is no need to worry about dancing with He Zhihui.

The car crashed.

Unlike He Zhihui, who is full of soft charm, Juntiquan is a condensed masculine spirit, full of strength and beauty, with that kind of momentum and fierceness. Wang Ping believes that if it can be practiced well, it will definitely give all the teachers and students in the school a

It was a huge shock. This kind of shock is definitely not inferior to the charm of He Zhihui’s dance.

Ye Hui couldn't help but nodded when he saw Wang Ping was so sure: "Okay, I'll go and ask when I go back this holiday."

Jiang Mengjie didn't expect that everyone would settle down so quickly. Her role as a cultural and entertainment committee member had not yet been fully utilized, so she asked hesitantly: "Is it settled like this?"

Ye Hui and Fang Hua nodded repeatedly after hearing this. It was more normal to do a group dance or do military boxing. They would rather do military boxing.

Unexpectedly, Yao Feifei retorted: "You said military style boxing is military style boxing! Is military style boxing an art? I object, I think it is better to do group dance. After all, that is more normal, what you said

I've never heard of military style boxing before, and Ye Hui hasn't confirmed that it exists yet! Dancing looks good, I choose to dance!"

The former sports committee member who opposed Yao Feifei's attempt to expel Wang Ping couldn't help but shout at the thought of doing some bullshit group dance: "Military Boxing!"

"Group dance!"

"Military Boxing!"

"Group dance!"

When Jiang Mengjie saw the two people arguing like black-eyed chickens, she couldn't help but cover her head: "Stop arguing, let's vote!"

The boy shouted: "Okay, Wang Ping counts as one vote."

Yao Feifei's eyes widened immediately after hearing this: "No, she is not a class cadre, she is just here to observe, how can it be counted? It doesn't count!"

"Calculate!"

"It doesn't count!"

Wang Ping couldn't help but feel confused. She didn't seem to remember being so naive when she was in junior high school. Even the elementary school she just graduated from didn't seem so naive. Why do these junior high school students who are known as the proud sons of heaven keep returning to their hometowns as time goes by?

She could only smile and said Wen Yan: "I don't count, you just vote."

Yao Feifei immediately became happy after hearing Wang Ping's words, and glanced at the boy: "Look, I've given up on my own, why are you so excited!"

However, Yao Feifei was not happy for long, because in the voting results, except for Yao Feifei's own vote, everyone agreed with Wang Ping's military style boxing.

In this way, it was decided that the sixth class of the Art Festival would perform military boxing, but everyone agreed to keep it a secret and give everyone a big surprise at the Art Festival!

Naturally, the heavy burden fell on Ye Hui and Jiang Mengjie.

Yao Feifei was naturally very dissatisfied with this result. She was even more aggrieved that Yao Yao did not vote for her. When she got home at night, she cried and threw herself on the bed. Seeing her daughter like this, Yao Feifei's mother couldn't bear it.
Chapter completed!