Tell you to turn backwards?

There were still a few days left before the sports meeting, and all the performers and athletes who participated in various performances were dragged to urgent training. The drummers of the music club were still several times short, and Wang Guofeng hurriedly started from the first year of high school.

As a result, Wu Shifeng and Meng Ze lived up to expectations and were dragged away.

The first requirement for a drummer in the Sixth Middle School is to be tall and have a good mental outlook.

It doesn't matter whether you have a vocal foundation. Anyway, after the training is over in a hurry, the principal can't tell anything wrong if you follow a group of people knocking blindly, unless you deliberately knock out of tune; , students are among the least privileged.

Playing the drums, because Wu Shifeng accompanied him to be an idiot, so although Meng Ze was upset, he only showed his face to Duan Zhang who forcibly pulled them away, and he hadn't lost his temper yet.

Wu Shifeng belongs to the kind of person who not only has no background in music theory, but also has no talent, so he became the key guidance object of the music teacher, but he still didn't study hard. When the teacher went to discuss with Duan Zhang, He took the drum off Meng Ze's body and hung it on the other side of his body.

He held two small sticks, stretched out his left hand to lift his right leg, stretched his right hand to lift his left leg, and beat the drum twice while dancing, which seemed quite sensible.

Looking at the red ribbon on the drum, Meng Ze inexplicably thought of a text, and then blurted out: "An... Ansai waist drum?"

The whole drum team burst into laughter and recruited Duan Chang and the music teacher.

Duan Chang also smiled a few times, and then said: "Our drum team has costumes, just like those girls who dance group gymnastics."

A girl in the drum team asked, "Mr. Duan, what kind of clothes are you wearing?"

"Girls are white and orange, and boys are white and red. I've seen them, and they all look good." Duan Chang said confidently.

Meng Ze thought back to the cultural performance prepared for Teacher's Day not long ago. The boys and girls on the stage were all in photo studio clothes, and their stone-gray faces were blushing.

As far as the aesthetics of their school leaders...Meng Ze felt that it was unlikely that he would be exempt from this difficulty.

Duan Chang continued to discuss with the vocal music teacher, and also greeted several dance teachers, and planned to lead the drum team to get the performance costumes first.

"You all line up in the drumming team and follow me into the sports equipment room. The clothes are all ready inside. You can try them on to see if they fit you."

Before Wu Shifeng and Meng Ze entered the door, they heard the exclamation from the students in front and the "fuck" flying all over the sky. It can be seen how "cruel" they will see next.

"Students, try to change quickly. The girls go to the small room inside, and the boys are right outside, so there's nothing to be shy about." Duan Zhang shuttled through the crowd to maintain order, "Be quiet, be quiet, the classroom building I'm still in class."

"Don't talk, change your clothes quickly, get out of class will be over soon, do you still want to go home in time for dinner?"

Meng Ze sat on the cushion, looking at the cheap clothes rented from a photo studio in his hand, his face was so dark that it couldn't get any darker—is he really going to let them play the Ansai waist drum?

Wu Shifeng didn't seem to care about it, he had already changed his clothes in a short while, and because of his good looks, he was struggling, so he wasn't too ugly.

Wang Guofeng walked towards them and asked, "Why don't you change it, this classmate, I remember you. You see, the monitor of your class has changed, isn't it so handsome?"

Wu Shifeng: ...

Meng Ze said: "Didn't the school always teach us that students can't dress in strange or revealing clothes? Girls show their navels and show off to your school leaders?"

When Wang Guofeng heard his outrageous words, before he could interrupt, Meng Ze took a step ahead.

"It's fine for a girl to show her belly button. After all, I don't understand the bad taste of you middle-aged men. At that time, it shouldn't be a crime to have obscene eyes." Meng Ze said depressedly, "But why do we boys have to show their belly buttons, respect Do leaders still have this hobby?"

Wang Guofeng wanted to sew his mouth shut, but he had no choice but to say earnestly: "Our school has rarely held such a grand sports meeting in decades. If it didn't happen to coincide with the school celebration this time, you would have been selected as the promotional video. The material should be happy..."

He is also always good-tempered, and he agrees with Meng Ze's words in his heart. These clothes are all to cater to the preferences of the school leaders, and it is indeed a bit "immoral" to wear them.

So I didn't blame Meng Ze for being aggressive. After all, according to his grades, he could already be called "the only hope of this year's No. [-] Middle School".

Meng Ze also tried to reason with Duan Chang, but Wang Guofeng got away with "I won't listen, I won't listen, I'm busy" and then quickly slipped away.

Wu Shifeng picked up the suit, and comforted him half-flatteringly: "You can change it up and have a look, you look so good-looking, even in a plastic bag."

"..." Meng Ze raised his eyelids and said helplessly, "Go look in the mirror and be more sober."

"How do you know if you don't put it on? Let's go to the curtain, and I'll pull the curtain to cover you. You put it on and feel it. If it doesn't work, take it off. No one else can see it." Wu Shifeng said seriously, Meng Ze almost Just believe it.

He then glanced at the clothes Wu Shifeng was holding in his hand. After careful consideration, he still couldn't pass the test in his heart.

Wu Shifeng saw that the boys were almost changed, so he urged Meng Ze: "I'm serious, just put it on and feel it."

Meng Ze felt that it would be a bit hypocritical to drag it on any longer, and the girls complained about it, but they still put it on anyway.

"Okay." Meng Ze felt that he had lost half of his integrity in an instant, and took the clothes from Wu Shifeng's hand.

Wu Shifeng stood in the corner, pulled the curtain aside, and Meng Ze slipped in from the side in despair.

Wu Shifeng's original words were "others can't see it", but he didn't say that he couldn't see it, so his eyes secretly glanced inward in a very uncivilized manner.

From Wu Shifeng's obvious butterfly bones all the way down, Meng Ze's neck and back still have obvious color differences, which should be due to the severe sun exposure from military training and he hasn't recovered yet.

Although Meng Ze quickly put on his clothes, Wu Shifeng still had some adverse reactions stimulated by his uncontrollable imagination.

Fortunately, there was a red apron around the bottom of the red pants, otherwise Wu Shifeng might have been lucky enough to experience an epic embarrassment.

Meng Ze turned around after he was dressed, and the moment Wu Shifeng saw him, he almost tore off the curtains with laughter: "Help hahahahaha, my god, it's so funny."

Wu Shifeng didn't see what he looked like, and when he saw other people wearing it, they were all people he didn't know very well, so naturally he didn't feel much, but seeing Meng Ze wearing it, it felt very different.

This dress is really exquisitely designed, and everyone looks like a comedian when they wear it. The key is the big red flower on the neckline, which is really the "finishing touch".Wu Shifeng thought that even Sadako was doomed to have nothing to do with terror when she put on...

Meng Ze kicked him through the curtain, but not really hard.

Wu Shifeng was still twitching with laughter, and Meng Ze had already changed back into his original clothes and came out.

"Abba is very disappointed in you." Meng Ze said expressionlessly.

The smile on Wu Shifeng's face has not completely disappeared, so the apology seems to be without sincerity: "I didn't laugh out loud on purpose."

"Mr. Duan." Meng Ze picked Wang Guofeng out from the crowd, "Let's sit down and have a good talk."

He patted Wang Guofeng on the back with a smile on his face, and stood with him, this smiling Duan Zhang really didn't have any momentum at all.

Wang Guofeng said: "We have already ordered this costume, and it is too late to change it now..."

Wu Shifeng and Meng Ze looked at each other and understood what he meant. He shouted at the group of boys covering his chest with the big red flower: "Comrades, do you think this dress is stupid?"

"Stupid!"

"If Duan Zhang doesn't change for us, will we still come on the opening ceremony of the sports meeting?"

Everyone said with great force: "Don't come!"

Wang Guofeng looked at the high school students in front of him who were all taller than him, and wearing this kind of costume, it looked like an illustration in a history book that he remembered deeply.

Meng Ze always showed him a "good smile".

Duan Chang felt that as long as he said "no", these students would definitely rise up, and Wu Shifeng and Meng Ze were the two leading "Chen Sheng" and "Wu Guang"!

"It's all right, I can't stare at you." Wang Guofeng said, "But let's say it first, you are not allowed to change after the election is over, there is no time."

The many "farmers" who were saved from the disaster jumped up for joy, and threw the big red flower on their bodies into the original sack.

Later, Wang Guofeng directed others to bring in suits with two large sacks. Although the style was rustic and somewhat similar to the school uniforms of the Republic of China, it was still much better than the "Ansai Waist Drum Suit".

The girls were also fortunate enough to change into a normal dress together, and the fan filter for Meng Ze and Wu Shifeng was even heavier.

"Meng Ze, after the opening ceremony tomorrow morning, I will have a triple jump..." Wu Shifeng blinked at him, thinking he could understand what he meant.

Meng Ze tilted his head: "Well, what's wrong?"

Wu Shifeng rubbed his hands calmly, wondering if Meng Ze was really stupid, or pretending to be confused, he thought about his words, and then asked, "Are you coming to my game?"

He looked at today's schedule, there is no match for Meng Ze.

Looking at his expectant eyes, Meng Ze couldn't bear to agree: "Come on, but it doesn't make sense for me to go, and I won't be a cheerleader for you."

Wu Shifeng smiled: "It's good that you come, you... are more important than the cheerleaders."

Meng Ze always felt that what he said was a bit weird, but as far as his sensitivity to feelings was concerned, he couldn't tell what was wrong.