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The semi-finals of the school song competition came as scheduled, and the competition venue was changed to the hall on the first floor of the auditorium.

As the evening approached, groups of relatives and friends of other contestants entered the field one after another to occupy seats, and everyone received a cheering plate at the door.These refueling boards were uniformly made by the student union. They were actually cardboards. There were twenty piles in total, each of which had a word representing the player's name written on it.

For example, Guan Tong means "management", and Tan Siming means "talk".

Datou said that this will be like a concert, the audience will definitely hold the board throughout the whole process, and it will be clear at a glance who has the most appeal.At that time, the student union can post posts based on hot people in the school post bar to create momentum for the finals.

The auditorium was quickly divided up: some groups of relatives and friends were engaged in enclosure sports, and one corner was full; there were also those who arrived late, such as Guan Tong’s group of relatives and friends. dispersion.

Xi Hu was the first to arrive, and the big head who was directing the clearing saw him and ran over to ask.

"Come so early?"

"Yeah, come and see our class enter the finals."

"So confident!"

"Have confidence in him, but have no confidence in you."

"..."

Xi Hu grabbed the work permit tag on Datou's chest and asked, "Can you lend me this?"

"What are you doing?" The big head gave him a wary look, "You can't use power for personal gain!"

"It's nothing, it's only good for you," Xi Hu casually showed him two rubber stamps, one large and one small, "Did you see this thing? I'll distribute the program list for you one by one later, and then give it to the audience." Poke it, use it as a commemorative ticket, keep this competition to be qualified, and go up slowly."

The two chapters were hand-drawn and engraved by Xi Hu himself: the big one is more formal, with the school badge of Yuanxing High School engraved in the box; the small one is cute, it is a Q version of the microphone, representing the school song competition.

"It still has this effect?" The big head looked at him suspiciously, took down the sign and gave it to him, then looked at his neck and asked, "Where did you give it to our group of friends and relatives in Banla? Why didn't you see anyone occupying a seat?"

"Guess." Xi Hu made a fool of himself.

In fact, he was very upset.

In just three days, he caught all the people he knew in his spare time.

Everyone in the school team promised Hou Xin to cheer for Guan Tong, except for Li Tianxiao.Li Tianxiao and Tan Siming were not in the same class, so he had no reason to refuse, so he had to abstain directly - Li Tianxiao didn't want to expose his thoughts on Tan Siming too clearly, and he didn't want to cheer others on the spot, so he found an excuse say something is not coming;

Datou and Tian Tian are both members of the student union, so they cannot mix in;

The boys and girls in the class were all persuaded by Xi Hu, but the plan couldn't keep up with the change. It was supposed to be late self-study time, but was occupied by the mad political teacher. Xi Hu himself slipped out with the excuse of going to the toilet.

Xi Hu estimated that Tan Siming might not be able to compete if it was not for the early rehearsal of the contestants.

As for the others, most of them are friends and relatives of the players in his class. No matter how shameless Xi Hu is, he can't persuade them to turn their elbows.

The only thing that surprised him was Xiao Xiao.

She agreed without hesitation, and Xi Hu was still preparing to be rejected.He asked, "Is there anyone in your class?"

Xiao Xiao: "Yes."

Xi Hu: "Then you..."

Xiao Xiao: "I am not familiar with them." It means that I am familiar with you.

Xi Hu thought about it for a long time, and felt that what could constitute an explanation was the big adventure at the birthday party, and the little sister's heart might have been severely injured.

Is she here for herself, or for Tan Siming?

Xi Hu looked at the black mass of heads at the scene.Take one step at a time.

Xi Hu began to distribute the program list from the last row.

In the corner of the last row is an elementary school girl from the first year of high school. Today, she came to cheer for the male god in their class.

Seeing her name tag, Xi Hu smiled at her: "Yang Xiaoya?"

With a smile on his jade-like face, the little girl nodded in a daze.

Xi Hu handed over the playbill and gestured for the chapter in his hand.

"Can you give me your hand? I'll give you a stamp. It's a commemorative ticket. It will glow. When you wave your hand like this, when you refuel, the effect will be the same as that of a fluorescent stick, and it will be more environmentally friendly."

Yang Xiaoya gave him her hand: "Can it be washed off?"

"Of course." Xi Hu poked her and smiled again, "Can you help me cover your entire row, and then return the chapter to me?"

As he said that, he gave her the square one with the school badge engraved on it, took the small one by himself, and stamped several rows below in the same way.

After Yang Xiaoya finished building, she rushed Zhang Zi over and returned it to him: "Do you still need my help?"

The little girl was so enthusiastic, Xi Hu felt a little embarrassed: "No need."

Soon, the entire audience knew that there was a handsome staff member stamping people, and some girls wanted to go out to buy something to eat, but they didn't leave now, and all sat in their seats looking forward to it.

Xi Hu saved a lot of trouble. The original plan was to finish the cover at least until the beginning of the show, but now it is 10 minutes earlier.After he finished his work, he saw that there was still an empty seat next to Xiao Xiao in the second row, so he sat in it.

"Why is no one sitting here?"

"Leave it for you."

"Who?" Xi Hu quickly came to his senses, one by one, as if reporting the names of the dishes, "Big head? Tian Tian? Tan Siming?"

"Me." Xiao Xiao listened to his wild guesses speechlessly.

"Thank you." Xi Hu didn't want to know what she meant to reserve a seat for him.He picked up the program list on his seat and waved to Tian Tian: "Xiao Tiantian!"

Tian Tian came over: "What are you doing?"

"Have you been busy all day? Are you tired?"

"I'm almost exhausted." Tian Tian said so, with a look of no busyness on her face, as if everything was under her control, "I still have to keep busy, wait for me to host."

She reached out to take the mineral water that Xi Hu handed her, unscrewed it, took a sip, and went to go through the procedure one last time.

After that, everything around Xi Hu was quiet.

Xi Hu was also very satisfied with this quietness.He looked at the program list. Unlike the audition, Tan Siming was the last one to appear.

Finale, Xi Hu thought.

The contestants are in the first row, and Tan Siming is now on the right side of the front, sitting upright, but his hair looks limp.

Tan Siming didn't wear a school uniform this time, but a round-neck knitted sweater, which lined his neck very nicely.

After the opening, Tan Siming has been in the stands very seriously, listening to Guan Tong leaning over to talk from time to time.

Xi Hu was also looking at Tan Siming very seriously, and looked back at the auditorium from time to time: There are twenty different words for the contestants in the field, which is really dazzling, and Tan Siming's "talk" is pitifully small.But just like Datou said, no matter which song it is at the moment, the whole audience is holding up the cheering board, and some hands are still waving vigorously towards the stage.

The penultimate group of "There Are Lovers in the World" also finished singing, and the two girls thanked each other arm in arm.

Tan Siming is going backstage to prepare.

Sitting in the back, Xi Hu took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Tan Siming.

[When you get on stage, remember to look at the auditorium. ]

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It may be overhauled in these two days. .