The transfer boss was teased by the school grass

After the joint entrance examination in April, I finally waited for the Spring Art Festival, a traditional program of No. [-] Middle School.

The art festival first arranges a theatrical performance as the opening ceremony. The program has awards, which is also a very important class honor.Then there are various campus club-themed activities that last for a week.

This kind of good thing has never been related to the third year of high school. It is an excellent opportunity for the first and second year students to release their study pressure and create a bright moment.

There is an undercurrent in the campus, in the cafeteria, on the playground, in the corridors... Everyone is discussing the art festival, and most of the classes are already planning their own programs.

Everyone is very nervous about studying, and the program has to be rehearsed in advance, and it has to be practiced well, otherwise it will not be regarded as a waste of practice.

Each class puts up one or two programs for review. There are a total of 36 classes in the first and second grades, and only 25 programs can be formally performed on stage.

That is to say, half of the program has to be canceled during the audit. If the program is canceled, the previous rehearsals will be in vain. No one wants to do this.

This is the busiest time for every art committee member in each class, but Lin Xiaoxiao is already aware of this matter.Theatrical performances are different from cheerleading. Cheerleading only needs to be lively, bouncing and jumping, and the atmosphere is in place.Besides, the basketball court already has its own atmosphere.

But cultural performances can't do it.

The programs of theatrical performances must either be creative, or have depth, or have exquisite costumes and good looks.

Class 8 is weak and has no talents in this area.

Last year, Lin Xiaoxiao and the others managed to get together 30 people to form a chorus. In the final review, 6 classes were chorus, and the last 5 classes failed. The selected class was because they added a backup dancer to the chorus. It doesn't look so monotonous.

At the flag-raising ceremony on Monday, the principal gave an order, and the art performance was scheduled for April 4.

During the big class break, Du Linglan called the class 8 to the top of the corridor for a meeting to discuss the art performance.

Because Jian Shuai gave up the school's promotion, the extra spot was given to Du Linglan.

Du Linglan accepted the school's recommendation and chose a university in Wu City, which was a safer path.She no longer thought about City B, and at the same time deliberately avoided Jian Shuai.

"How about...continue to have a big chorus?" Feng Hui said, "Xiaoxiao, it's a big deal for you to add a backup dancer."

"You really know how to come up with ideas," Lin Xiaoxiao slapped Feng Hui's arm, "Will you get up wherever you fall? Where is the time to dance now? It's only seven or eight days, and there is so much homework. "

As usual, Xia Yi'an leaned against the wall without saying a word, turned his head and looked at a small flower stand built beside the railing at the top of the corridor.

The winter jasmine in the flower bed is blooming lively, like a bright yellow waterfall, pouring down.

"I don't know what these colors look like in Jian Shuai's eyes, poor kid." Xia Yi'an narrowed his eyes, turned his head to look into the classroom, the thick wall by the window blocked the last row of the classroom that person.

"The chorus is actually okay, we can arrange it more cleverly," Du Linglan said, "Lin Xiaoxiao, why don't you think about it?"

"I don't want to do the chorus anymore, it's boring." Lin Xiaoxiao shook his head, "Besides, how can we make it up? How clever can the chorus be? Why don't we just stand in two rows and start singing?"

"Lin Xiaoxiao, isn't this your style? It's so mournful." Du Linglan asked her with a smile.

"Oh, I've had a lot of trouble with the entrance exam this time," Lin Xiaoxiao pursed his lips, "I'm not in the mood at all."

"You can find Shuai Jian for the arrangement," Xia Yi'an raised his eyes, "He will."

"If scheduling programs delays your study, I can help you read your homework and papers." Xia Yi'an added.

A group of people looked at Xia Yi'an in surprise, when did he take the initiative to do these things?

All right, all right, all right... that's it.

There was a burst of yelling, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if the show had ended.

"Hey, really, why did we forget about Shuai?" Feng Hui clapped his hands together, "Jian Shuai can definitely do it, he can write songs himself."

"Jian Shuai can still write songs?" Du Linglan asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"Well, playing the guitar, writing songs, and singing. I sang them for Brother An and me. It's pretty good." Feng Hui shook his head.

"But he doesn't necessarily agree. I think he's focused on studying. Is he willing to do such a thing?" Lin Xiaoxiao pouted and blew the bangs on his forehead.

Jian Shuai is not concentrating on studying, is he?At least I've been thinking about falling in love!Feng Hui thought so in his heart, without saying anything, he glanced at Xia Yi'an, "With Brother An, he will agree."

"He will agree, because he likes it." Xia Yi'an said.

Jian Shuai likes class activities and singing, and of course he likes Xia Yi'an more.

As soon as the meeting was over, Lin Xiaoxiao dragged Feng Hui to Jian Shuai's table.

Xia Yi'an entered the classroom behind them, and when he squeezed into his seat from behind Jian Shuai, he put his hand on his shoulder naturally.

Jian Shuai was talking to Lin Xiaoxiao with his head up, and on reflex, he put his hand on Xia Yi'an's.

Lin Xiaoxiao pursed his lips and smiled, "Do you agree with this, Shuai Jian?"

Xia Yi'an sat down on his seat, glanced at the papers spread out in front of Jian Shuai, the English paper of the weekly exam, and made a few sporadic mistakes.Jian Shuai is copying in the wrong notebook.

After hearing Lin Xiaoxiao's words, Jian Shuai lowered his eyes and thought for a while, but he didn't say yes or no.

This is rare, Xia Yi'an turned his head to look at him.

"Since it's going to be submitted for review and awards, it's quite important." Jian Shuai raised his eyelids and replied seriously to Lin Xiaoxiao, "I want to think about it."

"Actually, there is no need for such a great pressure. I didn't say that I must perform on stage. We were banned last year. It's okay." Lin Xiaoxiao said.

"Yeah, handsome, it's okay if we didn't do it last year." Feng Hui also said.

"But this is the only time for us in high school. Next year in the third year of high school, we won't be able to participate." Jian Shuai bit his lower lip, held a pen in his hand, and tapped twice on the table, "If you can't be selected this year, then our class It's a pity that the whole high school didn't participate in the art festival performance."

Lin Xiaoxiao: ...

"I'll reply to you before school is over, okay," Jian Shuai smiled, "I'll think about it again."

After Lin Xiaoxiao and Feng Hui left, Jian Shuai lay down on the table and asked Xia Yi'an, "Brother An, do you want to participate?"

"Not participating."

The "Think about it" that Jian Shuai told Lin Xiaoxiao just now was actually thinking about this, wondering if Xia Yi'an would participate.

"Why, let's join, Brother An, let's go together." Shuai Jian tilted his head, and there was a little light in his dark eyes.

"No," Xia Yi'an still refused, "This time you play by yourself."

"Then will you go to see it? Brother An," Jian Shuai asked, "Did you watch the art performance last year?"

"I didn't watch it last year, and our class didn't perform it last year." Xia Yi'an flipped through a blank paper, grabbed a pen in his hand, and was about to brush up the questions, "I won't watch the show, it's too noisy!"

"Go and see this year!" Jian Shuai blinked, "I'll sing for you."

"You're quite confident." Xia Yi'an looked at Jian Shuai, couldn't hold back, reached out and rubbed his head twice, "Okay, I'll watch it if you sing."

"Then you agree, Brother An, a word from a gentleman." Jian Shuai bent his little finger, waved it twice in front of Xia Yian's eyes, and then retracted it, "You have to go if you agree, otherwise I will be angry."

"Go, go, when have I lied to you?" Xia Yi'an smiled, "What are you going to do? Show your love in public?"

Jian Shuai straightened up, glanced at him, moved his lips, but didn't say anything, just lowered his head and continued to copy the wrong questions.

"Did I hit it?" Xia Yi'an reached out and touched Jian Shuai's face, "Really?"

"Don't be too sentimental, okay? This classmate." Jian Shuai gave a "tsk".

"Just keep your mouth shut." Xia Yi'an also lowered his head and began to brush the paper, speaking seriously, "It's fine to show love, but don't allow kisses. There are so many people, I'm ashamed."

Shuai Jian: ...

For the next 7 or 8 days, Jian Shuai was so busy that he couldn't see the end.

I can only have breakfast with my boyfriend, and my boyfriend has to pack lunch and dinner to the classroom.

Liu Chuan secretly found them a spare office on the top floor of the teaching building to arrange the show, making it mysterious.

After discussing with Lin Xiaoxiao, Jian Shuai and Lin Xiaoxiao decided that their program can only focus on the "new", unique and simple, fresh, not too difficult, and the time is too short to arrange too difficult programs.

Then keep it a secret.

It is too easy to be imitated by other classes, and like last year, a lot of programs of the same style get together, and the chances of winning are not great.

This day, I went back to the dormitory for evening self-study.

"Here's the guitar for you." Xia Yi'an pointed to the guitar leaning against the desk in the dormitory, and asked casually, "Hey, what program are you arranging for?"

Jian Shuai said several times that he would take time to go home and take his guitar to school to practice, but he was too busy to touch the floor, so he could only secretly worry.

Taking advantage of the time before evening self-study, Xia Yi'an took a taxi home and brought Jian Shuai the guitar.

"Thank you my boyfriend, our show is actually a small chorus." Jian Shuai hugged Xia Yi'an's waist from the side, ready to kiss him on the cheek.

Unexpectedly, Xia Yi'an suddenly turned his head and kissed her on the lips.

After careful calculation, since Jian Shuai was busy arranging programs for his class, he has been exhausted all day long.It doesn't seem like a big deal, but it takes a lot of energy to arrange and rehearse.

You can't fall behind in your studies. After self-study, you have to continue to do the questions when you go back to the dormitory.

After 12 o'clock, I fell asleep on the bed, and fell asleep after kissing good night.

Seeing him busy, Xia Yi'an also felt distressed, so she couldn't help herself from messing with him.

During this time, the two lived a fasting life at a young age.

The energy is limited, but the memory of the body is unlimited.

It only takes a little excavation, such as putting an arm around, such as a light touch of the lips, and all the feelings can be revived.

In particular, it is still spring, and at night I can hear the little wild cat in the corner of the playground screaming.

Xia Yi'an turned around, the tails of his eyes were red, his fiery breath hit Jian Shuai's face, his arms tightened, and he whispered a few words, "I want it, okay?"

"Hmm..." Shuai Jian has been dishonest for a long time, as if he wanted to make up for the losses of the past few days, and he couldn't do it presumptuously.

Xia Yi'an leaned over, Jian Shuai was in pain, and frowned to push him away, "Well...why did you bite me?"

"I miss you, I miss you so much when you are by my side..."

Jian Shuai has no resistance to his boyfriend's fiery words under his aloof appearance, his heart softens like a little panna cotta, and he is at a loss.

The little whitebait ran aground on the beach, breathed with his mouth wide open, rolled over, grabbed his hand, and went to the summit where his life was hanging by a thread...

Can only answer with one kiss after another, pious and affectionate...

The author has something to say: I'm sorry... I've edited it many times, and I don't know when it will be released.

Thank you for reading the text, little ones, refill.