Wu Xiaoqi came on stage. He used a vest and denim shorts to perform a basketball dance in public, which shocked everyone with his skills.
The noise all over the place stopped.
In the square formation of Class 1, Wei Xiuyuan said to Dong Jiayi: "Don't you girls like boys who play basketball? Do you like it?"
Dong Jiayi emphasized: "No, it's not like this."
Cui Yu has emerged from the cloud of the show's failure. He picked his teeth and said: "People like handsome people."
Wang Longlong asked, "Isn't my brother Qi handsome?"
Lin Zida didn't care whether he was handsome or not. He took a video and sent it to Zhuang Jianhui who was recuperating at home: "This guy's basketball level has reached its peak."
Zhuang Jianhui made a few comments, and then changed the subject: "I forgot to tell you, I was looking at the scenery on the terrace this afternoon and saw something strange."
Lin Zida: "What?"
Zhuang Jianhui described: "There was a wild duck with a red strip of cloth tied to its leg. I definitely saw it right. It must have been marked by someone!"
Qingyu Lake has always been a closed area. Since Zhuang Jianhui broke his bone, he often spends half the day recuperating on the terrace. He has never seen anyone able to step into the boundary between Qingyu Lake and Huqi Mountain.
That's why he felt strange.
Lin Zida is well-informed. He explained: "When we traveled to the grasslands before, we saw some cattle and sheep with colorful cloth strips tied on their ears. This is a local tradition. Legend has it that they are used to pay tribute to the gods and no one is allowed to slaughter them.
, is equivalent to a gold medal to avoid death, maybe the purpose of this red bar is the same."
Zhuang Jianhui: "I'm curious who tied the cloth."
Lin Zida replied naturally: "Do you still need to ask? He must be from Changqingye."
He tapped the screen to chat with Zhuang Jianhui. Ding Shuyan was also in the same formation. Thanks to her temperament, the classmates around her subconsciously arranged some positions.
In the square formation of Class 16, Grade 1, Wu Yunzhilue slapped his thigh directly, almost laughing out loud!
"What the hell? Who asked him to come up and make fun of you!"
Wu Yunzhi had a grudge against Wu Xiaoqi, and seeing his enemy making a fool of himself made him feel happy.
Everyone around me disagreed, and some boys even said that they would not dare to claim to like playing basketball when going out in the future.
Lan Zichen said calmly: "It's actually quite funny."
…
Shan Kaiquan looked at his watch and said, "It's 9 o'clock. The program should be over soon. The principal will say a few words at the closing ceremony and it's time to go straight to the usual school dismissal time."
Guo Kunnan was still under the cloud of the failure of the show. When he thought about the scene where he made a fool of himself and was seen by all his classmates, he couldn't help but worry about the bleak future.
Shan Kaiquan patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Nan, after the party, let's go eat Malatang."
Guo Kunnan shook his head: "Forget it."
He was really in no mood. When he thought about how to find a partner in school in the future, he found that his whole life became gloomy.
Hu Jun came over and said, "Let's get together."
He had been having a heated chat with the female netizen recently. The female netizen told her that she liked spicy food and missed the old-fashioned Malatang that she used to eat. Hu Jun decided to show her some of it.
Guo Kunnan said: "It's not good to eat too much Malatang, it's too greasy."
Shan Kaiquan used his ultimate move: "I invite."
Hu Jun: "I'll give you fried skewers."
Wang Longlong: "I'll buy you a drink."
Ma Shicheng: "I'll treat you to fruit snacks after the meal."
Several people knew that Guo Kunnan had suffered a brutal blow, so they considered him from a brother's perspective.
Guo Kunnan said seriously: "Actually, it's okay to eat it once in a while, so let's go!"
The program on the stage changed again, and a group of first-year high school boys and girls came on stage to perform a stage play, The Seven Dwarfs and Snow White.
Shan Kaiquan: "This is a bit interesting. It was rarely seen before."
Wang Longlong: "Indeed."
Liu Chuandao was shocked to find that Snow White was the beautiful sister of the junior schoolmate he was chasing. Under the background of the dwarf, she became particularly outstanding and became a popular existence.
When Liu Chuandao first came to Class 8, he fantasized about beauties. Later, he was scolded by Yang Sheng and others, which seriously dampened his ambition.
Therefore, Liu Chuandao decided to solve the quantitative problem first and then the qualitative problem.
But Qianqiu's achievements failed miserably at the school girl's side.
'Although I have failed now, I am still in the conflict period of passionate love. If I can save it in time, I may be able to reconcile with my school girl. By then, I will be able to speak loudly in front of Gangzi, Quanzi and Yuzi!'
Thinking of this, Liu Chuandao was excited.
Well, first of all, we must find the point of contradiction. The school girl must be jealous of her sisters, so she turned against me.
Then all I need to do is antagonize her sisters, and I will definitely be able to win back the school girl.
Liu Chuandao asked his brothers for advice: "Brothers, I want to ask, how can I make a girl hate me? Urgent!"
Wang Longlong: "Simple, just behave normally."
After the stage play ended, Yan Chuchen returned to the stage. She held up the microphone and said with a smile: "The next show is also about fire."
Thanks to Jiang Shanyue's "Fire Dance", everyone is extremely looking forward to the effect of this type of program.
As soon as her words came out, the students on the playground became curious.
Ding Shuyan tensed her waist and kept her concentration in a slightly unfocused manner: 'Here we come.'
To the north of the stage, Jiang Shanyue changed into regular clothes, and the twins said, "Just wait and see, it will definitely shock your eyes."
Yan Chuchen: "Let us appreciate [Vulcan] brought by Jiang Ning from Class 8, Grade 2!
In the audience, Cui Yu opened his mouth: "Ah, why was the name changed?"
Guo Kunnan: "Maybe the previous [Mars Star] was too low, so I just picked one that is symmetrical to Jiang Shanyue."
Wang Longlong: "Isn't this making me, Brother Ning, compete on the same stage?"
Ma Shicheng: "Then isn't Senior Jiang a sure loser?"
Wei Xiuyuan from Class 1 came over and argued passionately: "What the hell, Senior Sister Jiang's dance is definitely at the top of the list in the whole school. I have rarely seen dances of this level on TV."
Cui Yu: "Don't say anything if you don't understand."
When school first started, everyone regarded Wei Xiuyuan as a figure. He was handsome, he was in the experimental class, and his family owned a small supermarket. He was a real man of the hour.
So when the news came out that he was pursuing Dong Jiayi, everyone was envious!
At that time, everyone in the back row continued to resist and refused to go to his small supermarket to buy food to avoid smearing the enemy.
As a result, after a year and a half of chasing, I still haven’t caught up. There are so many people making sarcastic remarks.
Wei Xiuyuan: "No, buddy, are you too confident?"
Cui Yu: "Our culture in Class 8 is self-confidence. If Jiang Ning's show is good, will you let Dong Jiayi come to dance in our class?"
Wei Xiuyuan stopped talking.
Qi Tianheng was originally quite pleased with the members of Class 8, but now he was displeased.
When he stepped on Yang Sheng's bicycle, Jiang Ning went to his class to arrest him and captured him in public!
His magnanimity is no longer what he was before, but now he knows what his own advantages are!
…
The stage lights were bright, and Chen Haiyang wanted to help carry things, but was refused.
The two workers carefully lifted the furnace and saw that the iron in the furnace turned into water, which was scary.
Dai Yongquan guessed what he was going to perform. Old guys like them had naturally seen it before. He didn't expect that there were students from our school who could perform it. He was speechless: "It's too dangerous. If we can't perform it, we'll cancel it."
Director Yan agreed: "Yes, this is certified by Changqing Liquid."
Thus, a furnace of molten iron was delivered to the stage.
The lights on the stage went out and it became completely dark, but this stage was even more attractive than when it was bright.
"Jiang Ning, come on!" Chen Siyu waved to him.
Jiang Ning was dressed in black: "Okay, I'm leaving, don't forget you."
Chen Siqing: "Don't worry, even if my sister forgets, I will go by myself."
Jiang Ning said: "It's best to do it together."
He walked onto the stage slowly and faced thousands of students, who were also looking at him.
Jiang Ning rarely experienced this kind of thing when he was a student in his previous life. He was born in a rural area and was mediocre in all aspects. It was extremely strange for him to perform on stage in front of all the students in the school.
He has always been an unknown person in the audience, and there is a high probability that many years after graduation, even if they meet at a class reunion, people will not be able to remember his name.
The speakers at the north and south corners of the stage emitted slight drum beats.
Jiang Ning took out a soaked willow wooden spoon from the furnace shelf, and then took out a heavy wooden stick.
Within the scope of his consciousness, the eyes of the students in the audience moved with his movements.
Jiang Ning suddenly felt that this experience was quite good.
He put the willow wooden spoon into the molten iron and scooped up a spoonful.
Then, the wooden stick in his right hand came up from the bottom and suddenly hammered the willow wooden spoon. In an instant, the hot molten iron stirred into the sky and exploded into countless golden flowers, lighting up the night sky.
At this moment, Jiang Ning's slender figure was in the rain of flowers, bright and dark.
"Handsome!" Cui Yu was shocked. He was a country boy and had never been out of Yuzhou. He had never seen such a scene.
Jiang Yanan shook Shen Qing'e's arm: "When did he learn this? This is so difficult!"
She had seen it on TV, but never thought that she would see it with her own eyes today.
I used to feel shocked through the screen, but seeing it is better than hearing it. This time I saw it with my own eyes, and the shock was even greater.
Shen Qing'e didn't say anything, how could she know?
Jiang Ning scooped up another spoonful, and the molten iron exploded again. The rhythm of his tapping became faster and faster, gradually coinciding with the drum beats in the sound.
Under the night sky, countless sparks lit up, slowly overlapping each other, and the sparks continued for a long time.
Guo Kunnan: "Hold the grass!"
Wei Xiuyuan: "Hold the grass!
Wang Longlong recited a poem: "The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain."
Dong Jiayi took out her mobile phone to take pictures, feeling that every frame could be used as wallpaper.
There are countless people like her, such as Lan Zichen, a freshman in high school, who also picked up his mobile phone to take pictures, not only of the iron flowers, but also of the figures standing under the sparks.
Jiang Ning's action of striking the iron flower was not that of exerting all his strength, but was extremely relaxed, and naturally contained a kind of freedom and ease.
Wu Yunzhi's face darkened. He had seen Jiang Ning act cool several times, but now he was performing at the New Year's Day party again.
Wu Yunzhi slandered: "It's just ironwork. I've seen it several times. Compared with those old masters, the skills are far behind."
Lin Zida from Class 1 said: "Jiang Ning is pretty good, but it's a pity that I have seen many performances."
Students who had seen this kind of performance before were shocked, but without the shock of the first time, it was much duller.
Most of them think that it is rare that there are students in our school who can perform well. They are really capable.
But that’s as far as it goes.
Jiang Shanyue off the stage commented: "It's amazing, but not innovative enough."
Jiang Ning held the willow wooden spoon. This time he did not hit it with a wooden stick, but gently flicked it and sprinkled it into the sky. This was the second way to make iron flowers.
The molten iron drew a huge arc in the air. This time, no sparks appeared, but turned into a red flame, floating in the air.
Lin Zida was startled, "What the hell!"
Ding Shuyan's eyes flashed.
Fang Qiuyue from Class 2: "Isn't this an iron flower? Why are the flames floating in the sky? Is it a will-o'-the-wisp?"
Xue Yuantong, who was at the front of Class 8, said to his friend Shang Caiwei in the game: "Look good, this is magic!"
Jiang Ning flicked the spoon, and streams of flames shot into the sky and merged into the flames.
The flame grew bigger and bigger, floating in the sky, and finally became as big as a truck, as if it wanted to set the stage on fire.
To the north of the stage, Chen Haiyang's eyes widened: "What?"
Many teachers also found it incredible.
Chemistry teacher Guo Ran was stunned. With her knowledge of chemistry, she was unable to figure out the principle in a short time.
How many secrets does her closed disciple hide?
The students in the front row of the stage only saw Jiang Ning stop throwing flames. The bright flames made the students in the front row's skin turn red.
Jiang Ning's hands suddenly closed, and the drums of the music gradually became compact and rapid, making people's hearts tremble.
Under the gaze of everyone, Jiang Ning separated his hands little by little, and the night seemed to be torn apart. The huge flame followed the guidance of his gestures, as if being pulled apart by invisible hands.
The flames shook wildly, and the students in the audience could clearly see the delicate reorganization process, like a shadow puppet show, with two giants taking shape from the air.
One is holding a halberd, and the other is holding a sword with both hands. They are both majestic and solemn.
"Hold the grass, hold the grass!" One after another, exclamations resounded from the square array.
The next second, Jiang Ning put his hands together again, and to the sound of gongs and drums, two flame giants held halberds and swords, attacking and colliding at extremely fast speeds.
The audience in the audience couldn't help but lean back to avoid it. With a "boom", the two giants collided and exploded with sparks. The fireworks burst out and poured down like a torrential rain.
There was a rainstorm of fire from the sky.
The firelight in the sky dyed everything around it into gold, and the whole stage became overflowing with light. Gentle strings played, and a beautiful figure covered with white gauze stood out in a graceful and graceful posture, like a person from the sky dancing and floating into the stage.
Her figure danced under the heavy rain of fire, and her face was looming in the firelight.
The violence of fire and the tenderness of a girl are like two extremes.
Guo Kunnan opened his mouth wide and blurted out: "Bai Yuxia!"
His Taoist heart actually broke the bond with his good brother, breaking for the first time because of Bai Yuxia!
Cui Yu: "Hold the grass!"
Duan Shigang: "Hold the grass! He's so handsome!"
Wang Longlong praised: "The beautiful neck and fragrant shoulders, the light gauze covering the moon, the beauty is stunning!"
Dong Qingfeng, who was in the front row, murmured: "When the person you like appears, the light takes shape."
