“…There is no banquet that lasts forever, because people will eventually be full.
...A face that is not sad is my youth, eyes that are not anxious are waiting for the years to change...
…Because of dreams, we gather here, because of dreams, we take off from here…
Next, we invited all the class cadres from Grade 1, Grade 2, and Grade 3 to recite poems for everyone: ‘Teacher, you have worked hard.’”
Everything was like in the previous life, and the class meeting was going on as usual. Zhang Lin once again thought that this was a dream, so there was another red mark on his arm, and the pain told him that this was not a dream.
"I heard that your show is singing?" When Zhang Lin was bored, his best friend An Peng looked at Zhang Lin like a giant panda while cracking melon seeds.
"Don't you also recite poetry?" Zhang Lin glanced at the other person and looked at the other people. They were basically the same, but the names had changed. It was indeed a parallel world.
"It's different. Brother Lin is still cheating. What song are you planning to sing?"
"I'm just kidding, I was tricked by Li Jue!" Zhang Lin rubbed his forehead, spread his hands and sighed helplessly.
The only way to be caught off guard in life is when the other party takes advantage of you while you are sleeping.
"No? Then what are you doing? There are nearly a hundred or so people in three classes watching..."
"Take it one step at a time! If it doesn't work, use my supreme escape technique!"
"What's the escape method?"
"People have three urgent needs. I have mastered the three major escape methods. Today's escape method is the reincarnation of grains!" Zhang Lin smacked his mouth and laughed gloomily at Li Jue who was reporting the program in front of the podium.
"Brother, although the Grain Reincarnation Escape Technique is powerful, you have to think clearly. Firstly, you will be embarrassed if you go up there. Secondly, she will hate you for the rest of her life and even enroll in the same university as you to take revenge on you..."
"Hiss! So cruel!"
"That's how cruel! So you have to think about it, you are not as good at studying as she is..."
"Good brother, remember to burn a beautiful girl for me today next year!" Zhang Lin looked at An Peng and solemnly explained the funeral arrangements.
"You kid, you don't really want to..." An Peng made a humanoid figure with his fingers and ran away, looking at Zhang Lin in surprise.
"Hehe! I'm just teasing you. Even though I have the heart, I don't have the guts! If I run away, let alone Li Jue, it will be a problem whether the old class will give me a diploma. At this time, I can't afford to provoke these things.
Boss! If you talk about your classmates again, if you do this in these last days, I’m afraid you won’t be welcome in this life..."
"Huh! I'm shocked. Speaking of Li Jue, why don't you recite poems like me? Sing like a hammer! Just your singing voice of ghosts and gods... tsk tsk!" An Peng saw Zhang Lin.
Saying this, I feel relieved, but when I think of Zhang Lin's singing voice, I can imagine that it will definitely be unforgettable.
"A prize, a prize! Maybe everyone will remember me for this life. Isn't it beautiful?"
"Hey! An Peng, the next three are your shows! Go and get ready!" At this time, Cheng Jinmei reached out to the window behind the two of them and touched An Peng's junior with her pen, asking him to go out and prepare for the stage.
"I'll go first!" An Peng put down the melon seeds in his hand, patted Zhang Lin on the shoulder, stood up, left his seat and left the classroom.
"Go, go!" Zhang Lin waved his hand and saw An Peng leaving. He lowered his head and thought for a while about how he should perform to make his show less miserable.
"Next, we have invited Liu Ling, a classmate from Class 2, Grade 3, who is still in love with the moon, to sing a love song for us: 'Flame'."
"It's your turn after the next two! Are you ready for the accompaniment?" Zhang Lin was looking down and thinking about how to use his strengths and avoid weaknesses in order to improve his performance and avoid his own shortcomings. Li Jue, who was unwilling to give up, came to ask for gossip again.
"Oh! Okay! Should I go and get ready to go on stage?" Although it was strange that Li Jue was so active today, Zhang Lin wanted to drag the scene from hell to the scene of the car accident and didn't think much about it.
Attributing all this to the fact that he was about to graduate, Li Jue was just more concerned about organizing such a rare 'grand event'.
This bastard, the song is on that platform!
Li Jue looked at Zhang Lin angrily through the guardrail of the window as he stood up and left the classroom.
"Now, I would like to invite Li Jue, the monitor of the first class of the third grade of high school, who is as beautiful as a flower and has great talents, to bring us an ancient song - "Shui Diao Ge Tou"."
Li Jue planned to go and ask for details, but unexpectedly it was his turn on the show, so he had to put on his clothes and go on stage to sing his best song "Shui Diao Ge Tou".
"It would be a waste of talent if the class beauty doesn't go to an art school to debut!" An Peng shook his head and sighed as he listened to Li Jue's natural voice.
"Tch, if she dares to show such signs, she will be strangled to death by her father in minutes!" Zhang Lin said with a disdainful smile, going to art school? What a joke, with her father's traditional thinking, Li Jue can only follow the path of politics and religion in this life.
Already.
"Yes!" An Peng nodded when he heard this. Li Jue is the dean of education in the school. Because Li Jue is relatively familiar to everyone, with his traditional scholarly family background, Li Jue can only be a political educator and be an educational gardener.
"It's almost time for your show, how about it? Are you sure about it?"
"Don't worry, you can get out of singles today. If you don't succeed, you will be successful!" Zhang Lin heard this and nodded solemnly.
"Go away! Speak humanly!" Unfortunately, no matter how cool you are, you will never be handsome in front of your best friend for three seconds. If you are handsome, he will use you to be handsome for six seconds...
“Everything is ready!”
"Come on! Let's brew it before singing, so that I have time to stuff the cotton!"
"Get out! I'll stuff your second uncle!"
While the two were chatting and laughing, finally, the twenty-second show came.