Chapter 15: The Audition Troupe of No. 1 Middle School
Yamazakura looks good and has a good figure.
It is very exciting to think about being tender with a cold female killer. Ling Cang further felt that the doggy style should be used, because this position is full of a sense of conquest.
It was a pity that Jasmine and Hosta had died before. Whenever Ling Cang thought about it, he always felt that their boss was arrogant.
Shan Ying moved her body sideways to avoid the kick, then grabbed Ling Cang's pants, pulled them back, and pushed forward suddenly. Ling Cang's strength was immediately disturbed, and he couldn't stand still after falling.
Slide to the ground.
If Yamaying could have struck a blow in time, Ling Cang would have died. Fortunately, Yamaying had not recovered her breath yet and her movements were sluggish. When she tried her best to pull out the sword and rush over, Ling Cang had already stood up and moved out of the way.
Shan Ying did not dare to continue attacking rashly, otherwise she would die faster. She just stuck the sword on the ground to steady her body and looked at Ling Cang bitterly.
Ling Cang could see that Shan Ying needed time to adjust her breath now, and he couldn't give Shan Ying this time. So Ling Cang pressed forward again, raising both arms to the chest. When Shan Ying wanted to parry, Ling Cang's fists suddenly turned into palms.
, and slapped it firmly on Yamazakura’s ears.
Human ears are a huge weakness. If both sides are attacked in this way at the same time, they will be injured even if there is not much force. Because the air pressure brought by the palms enters the ear holes, it will compress the fragile eardrums, thereby affecting the brain.
Shan Ying suddenly felt dizzy and said "Ah" involuntarily, and her body movements slowed down. At the same time, Ling Cang shot Shan Ying's abdomen with a kick. Shan Ying tried to dodge but failed. Relying on her own foundation
Yes, Shan Ying still made Ling Cang miss his target, and his kick finally landed on the pubic bone.
However, Ling Cang is very proud of himself, because he has unknowingly mastered the trick that everyone in the world talks about - the ultimate trick of lifting the vaginal leg. Although this trick is more useful for men, Shan Ying has this
Shi also felt very uncomfortable, and his face suddenly turned purple.
Ling Cang's body tilted to the left, and his right leg was raised at the same time, right in the middle of Shan Ying's face. After Shan Ying was knocked to the ground, Ling Cang raised his foot and stepped on it so hard that Shan Ying's whole head almost sunk into the ground.
"Damn it, that's too harsh!" Ling Cang was thinking in his heart when Shan Ying's body suddenly exploded, and the air wave lifted Ling Cang several meters away.
The burning flames ignited the clothes and rolled around on the ground several times before Ling Cang put out the fire. He stood up and lifted up his trouser legs. Ling Cang found that his legs were bruised and his upper body was also covered with scars. It was probably because of luck and the power of the explosion.
I couldn't give full play to it, otherwise I would have been preparing for reincarnation at this time.
Shanying obviously wanted to die together with Ling Cang. Although Ling Cang escaped by chance, he became very embarrassed, with several holes in his clothes and pants, and his body was covered with sand, dirt and grass stalks.
The wall was full of people. Everyone was busy putting out the fire. It was impossible to go back along the original route. So Ling Cang patted his clothes and walked around the wall to the school gate. He was praying not to be seen by others, but he didn't expect to bump into him.
Huang Xianli.
Huang Xianli was holding a bag and seemed to be waiting for someone. After looking Ling Cang up and down, she smiled slyly: "Carry a gun, are you going to die or become necrotic?"
Huang Xianli's Mandarin was really annoying. Ling Cang shook his head helplessly: "I didn't understand, can you say it again?"
"I mean, did you do something bad?"
"No!" Ling Cang opened his eyes wide and shook his head innocently: "Why do you suddenly think so?"
"Look at you, you are in such a mess, and your clothes have a lot of holes." Huang Xianli looked at Ling Cang, smiled and nodded: "There is a fire on campus. Honestly, did you set it?"
"How could I... set a fire? It was obviously an accident!"
"In order to vent their dissatisfaction with the school, someone has done this before!" Huang Xianli pursed her lips and said proudly: "You must also be dissatisfied with the school. If you don't want me to tell others, just buy me candy!" "
"Ah?" Ling Cang sighed when he heard this: "What kind of school are you in?!"
"Hurry up and buy some candy."
"Okay, okay, I'll buy you some candy, just don't talk nonsense."
"Um."
At this time, Shen Fanlei came over and asked strangely: "Hey? Ling Cang, what did you do to look so embarrassed?"
Huang Xianli immediately rushed to say: "I suspect he just set a fire!"
"Don't expect to eat sweets!" Ling Cang glanced sideways at Huang Xianli and explained helplessly: "I was shopping outside just now and found a fire somewhere. I burned myself while putting out the fire. I don't know what happened. Campus There’s a fire inside and out, maybe it’s a terrorist!”
"How can there be so many terrorists? Maybe some classmate is playing a prank." Shen Fanlei smiled, and then asked Huang Xianli in confusion: "By the way, when did your Mandarin become so standard?"
"Yeah..." Huang Xianli didn't realize the change in her accent just now. When Shen Fanlei reminded her, she held her face in her hands and said in surprise: "I have been practicing hard recently, maybe I have moved God..."
Huang Xianli's God is actually Ling Cang. This sentence made Ling Cang suddenly feel how fun it is to decide a person's destiny.
Shen Fanlei encouraged Huang Xianli a few words, and then handed a box he was carrying to Ling Cang: "Tomorrow, Sunday, the art festival will start at nine o'clock in the morning. There is nothing to do this afternoon, so you can find a place to practice hard.
"Is this the violin you borrowed?"
"Well, this piano is quite expensive, you should cherish it."
"No problem." Ling Cang opened the box and started playing with it, plucking the strings with his fingers from time to time. It looked like he was playing with a guitar.
Shen Fanlei felt that Ling Cang was simply an amateur, but now she could only let it go: "By the way, there are bonuses in the art festival, and the first place will get 5,000 yuan."
"If I can get the bonus... I will definitely buy myself a mobile phone, otherwise it will be too inconvenient to contact others."
"Oh, you can figure it out yourself." Shen Fanlei originally thought that Ling Cang would use the bonus to pay for living expenses, or buy a bunch of teaching aids, but she didn't expect that Ling Cang had higher pursuits.
A few people chatted for a while and then entered the campus.
The fire had been put out, and after a while, the police arrived at the scene. After some investigation, the cause of the fire was never found. Since no damage was caused, the matter was dropped.
Here in the ancient martial arts club, second-hand Chen-style Tai Chi is still being practiced, but everyone's morale has been much higher.
When Lin Xuening saw Ling Cang, she immediately raised her beautiful eyebrows: "Where were you just now?"
"Oh, I... went to the bathroom."
"It takes you a long time to go to the bathroom."
"I have a little diarrhea."
"Really, I hope you didn't hide out..." Lin Xuening whispered, and then told Ling Cang with excitement: "An Tenglong defeated Jin Zhiren just now. I guess the Taekwondo club will never dare to cause trouble again."
"Yeah."
"Also, there was a fire over there in the woods for some reason. It was said that some students might be playing a prank. Everyone went to put out the fire just now, but I didn't see you."
"I asked why it was so noisy just now..." After a moment of silence, Ling Cang looked at Lin Xuening and suddenly asked: "By the way, why did you join the ancient martial arts club?"
"Because..." After a moment of hesitation, Lin Xuening replied: "I don't feel safe and I want to protect myself."
"After the results came, I felt very disappointed, right?"
"yes."
"Then why not quit?"
"Now that you have joined, you should not quit easily. If you change to another club and feel the same bad feeling, should you quit again?"
She is very dedicated and a girl suitable to be a wife. Ling Cang nodded slightly: "That's right."
"However, I believe that our club will definitely flourish." Lin Xuening said, with excitement in her brows: "This time, defeating the Taekwondo Club is the beginning!"
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No. 1 Middle School is a school with more students in Minghai City, with more than 4,000 students in total. Including the teaching staff, the total number of students in the school is close to 6,000. The only place that can accommodate so many people is the gymnasium.
On Sunday, the Minghai Gymnasium was crowded with people. Not only did the entire Minghai school come out, but many people who got the news also came to join in the fun. Speaking of which, many students are not interested in the cultural and sports activities organized by the school, but the art festival is different. You can see all kinds of people.
Such people and things. In almost every art festival, several stars are born.
After the event began, the school leaders gave speeches to express their gratitude to the superior education department and encouragement to the students, and then the performance officially began.
As the benchmark school of Minghai City Middle School, the various activities of No. 1 Middle School have attracted much attention, and the education committees at the district and city levels have sent people to participate. Each leader sat on the stage, looking at the program on the stage sanctimoniously, and sighed in his heart: "
Today’s students develop really early.”
The order of appearance in the program was determined by drawing lots to prevent certain classes from trying their best to be in a more important order in order to stand out. According to the final result, the first one to appear was the play "Romeo and Juliet" from Class 3 and 4.
The second one to appear was the Ping Opera "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" from Class 2, Class 3, and the third one was the modern song singing "Liang Shanbo and Juliet" from Class 5, Year 1.
The students in No. 1 Middle School are very talented and can perform all kinds of dramas. Just when everyone can no longer figure out the relationship between Liang Shanbo, Zhu Yingtai, and Romeo and Juliet, the fourth program begins.
The modern dance "Song of Green Onions" performed by class six in the first year.
Class 6 of Year 6 is a class specializing in literature and art. Most of the class is girls, many of them pretty. Only a dozen tall girls lined up to walk onto the stage, all wearing black dresses and sun hats on their heads.
When "The Onion Swallowing Song" played, all the girls pulled in unison and took off their dresses, turning into strips of black cloth flying quickly. Look at these girls, they are wearing everything underneath.
They were wearing long black stockings, high heels, and a black tights that resembled a one-piece swimsuit. Their powerful figures looked even more alluring under the tights, making people forget that they were students for a moment.
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Immediately afterwards, the girls danced wildly according to the rhythm, and the stage was turbulent for a while. Below the stage, whistles and shouts were heard, and many boys sprayed nosebleeds on the spot.
There are many girls who wear stockings, but like these girls, they have exposed the bottom of their stockings and even put on garters, but they have never been seen. Look at the bottom of the tights, they are even smaller than their underwear, and they can only
It barely conceals its shame, and a sharp-eyed dead pig can even see that there are ravines in the middle of the narrow strips of cloth below. The top of the tights are two semicircles, which just cover the two mountain peaks, but reveal the deep
The Fuyigou Valley is full of white flowers as far as the eye can see.
Principal Li Wentao looked at the towering breasts and round buttocks in front of him, shook his head helplessly, and asked the dean Zhang Zhi in a low voice: "What's going on?"
"I don't know either..." Zhang Zhi, the person in charge of the art festival, almost cried when he saw this scene: "When they signed up for the show, they didn't say they would dress like this."
Ding Han, director of the Municipal Education Commission, came over, smiled and joked: "Principal Li, the students at your school seem to be very open-minded."
"Haha, thank you, thank you." Li Wentao smiled awkwardly, knowing that the other party was not really complimenting him, but he could only say so.
There is no rehearsal in the art festival. You only need to roughly explain the specific content of the performance when registering. No one expected such a situation. But since the performance has already begun, it is absolutely not allowed to interrupt and stop. All school leaders and teachers can only
Watching helplessly.
These girls waited until the performance was over, and amidst the crazy shouts of the boys in the audience, they blew kisses to the audience and finally left the stage.
It is impossible to win awards for such a show, but these girls don't care at all, all they want is to be famous. Sure enough, from the next day, the name of the Black Silk Beauties Audition troupe resounded throughout the campus, and the video of the performance was posted to
After going online, the click rate quickly exceeded one million.
The person who announced the curtain was Xue Bing, the monitor of the first-year class, a very beautiful girl. She really couldn’t agree with the performance of the Audition of Black Silk Beauties, so her brain was distracted and she mispronounced the name of the next show:
"Thank you to the beauties from Class 6 of Year 1 for their wonderful performance. For the next fifth program, please listen to the flute performance of Class 8 of Year 1 - Langxie Charm."
The audience burst into laughter, and Liang Xiangyu laughed so hard: "Holy shit, it's so damn funny. This art festival is really not in vain."
"When you have time to laugh at others, you should worry about Ling Cang." Shen Fanlei sighed softly: "He will be the next show. I am always a little worried about him."
Xue Bing blushed on the stage and hurriedly corrected her: "I'm sorry, I read it wrong... The next program is a flute solo - Langxie Shen Yun."