self-deprecating

The beginning of April is the spring campus sports meeting of No. [-] Middle School.

Tang Yuan just came back from the office, holding the registration form, "The sports meeting will be held soon, everyone sign up enthusiastically! The registration form is here with me, and those who are willing are first come, first served."

Everyone's interest is still high, and the long jump, medicine ball, sprint and other relatively simple events are quickly filled up.

After a while, Tang Yuan came over with the registration form, "Brother Ze, take a look at this project."

Gu Ze raised his head and raised his chin at him, "What's left?"

"The 400-meter run, the 800-meter run, the 1000-meter run, the 3000-meter run, the first and last legs of the 4×100-meter relay, and interesting sports, such as kangaroo jumps, and two-person dribbling."

"What? Interesting project?" Gu Ze asked suspiciously.

"The competitions on the last day of our school are fun sports, a school tradition. There are also three-legged, rope skipping, and fancy relay races, but some people have already signed up." Tang Yuan explained to him.

Gu Ze nodded, "Only the normal ones in front, you just need to sign up for two of them for me. Don't sign up for that fun sport, I won't be able to play it."

Tang Yuan suddenly smiled happily, "Brother Ze, you are my real brother, I love you!"

Gu Ze was amused and laughed too.

"Brother Zhou, what about you? Is there anything you want to report?" Tang Yuan transferred the object.

After listening to the explanation just now, Han Zizhou said, "Just like him, just give me two of the normal ones before, and I can run if I don't choose."

Tang Yuan immediately laughed happily, "Thank you Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou, you are also my own brother!"

"Don't be poor." Han Zizhou smiled.

The literary and art committee members in the class hurriedly asked Tang Yuan to discuss how to go to the square for the opening ceremony.

Tang Yuan looked puzzled, "How else to walk, isn't it just walking on two legs?"

"Yes, you walk on two legs, or you can try to walk on two arms. Why did you go to the sports meeting last year? You don't even know?"

"I broke a bone playing basketball last year. I rested at home for a month. I missed it perfectly." Tang Yuan said confidently.

"..." The literary and art committee had no choice but to explain to him, "Each class must prepare a special square formation at the opening ceremony, and then there will be a short performance when they walk to the rostrum to show the style of the class."

Tang Yuan nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Now we need to determine the theme of our class, and then the form of the performance, as well as the costumes." The literary and art committee continued, "It is said that in order to show their diligent and studious side, the first class decided to hold a copy of "May Three" on stage. The class has decided to wear Hanfu, just to show the excellent traditional Chinese culture."

The literary and art committee took a look at Tang Yuan, "So what should our class do?"

Tang Yuan's eyes turned dark and he was completely confused, so he could only smile at the art committee, "I'll follow your orders. You know, I don't have much experience in this field, so I'll leave it to you to be in charge."

The art committee glared at him angrily, "Well then, I'll be responsible, and don't blame me if you're not satisfied."

"Never complain. If someone in our class dares to disagree, I will help you educate him." Tang Yuan immediately assured the art committee.

"Okay then, I'll discuss it with someone." The art committee had no choice but to agree.

Yuhara immediately expressed his gratitude, "Thank you! I'll treat you to a drink."

"So this is the one you selected in the end?" Tang Yuan looked at the dance on the classroom projector with a little breakdown.

The literary and art committee member nodded, "You don't know how much effort I spent. I almost inquired about the opening ceremony performances of all the classes. There is no candidate for this one, and no one will collide with our class."

The corner of Tang Yuan's mouth twitched, "I really can't dance this one."

"I also specially picked the dance. Although it is a Korean girl group dance, we only dance a short section, and the boys can also dance." The cultural and art committee explained, "Whoever promised me at the beginning, I will never complain."

Tang Yuan: "...It's me, it's me, it's me."

After a pause, he sighed again, "Look at how strong I am, I definitely don't look good when I jump up, it's a hindrance to my perception."

The literary and art committee looked at Tang Yuan, a standard basketball player, 1.9 meters tall, with obvious muscles, very strong, and looked at the soft waists of the girl group members on the screen, "Then...you stand at the front with the class card."

"Okay, okay, no problem."

As long as you don't dance, you can talk about anything...

After convincing Tang Yuan, the rest is to convince the students in the class.

The selection of clothing is quite satisfactory, ordinary jk uniforms, there is nothing to be picky about, everyone quickly agreed.

But when the art committee released the dance video, all the boys in the class objected.

"Are you sure we boys will dance this too?"

The literary and art committee member nodded, "The boys in our class are all in good shape, tall and not fat, so there is absolutely no problem in dancing this dance."

"No, look at how soft Miss Sister's waist is in the video. My bones are so hard that I could break them."

"Don't look for excuses, just learn for a short 2 minutes, I believe everyone can do it." The literary and art committee said, "This kind of surprise can often get everyone's attention. Maybe you can dance well and get an excellent award." return."

After speaking, he glanced at Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan immediately answered, "That's right, as long as everyone works hard, our class may win the prize. Protesting is invalid, and if you have any problems, talk to me in person. If there is no problem, we will start learning tomorrow."

"Little glutinous rice balls!!! I'm going to eat you!!" There was a roar in the class.

"Hahahahahaha."

Suddenly the whole class laughed.

Gu Ze sat in the first row against the wall, and waved his hand at Tang Yuan, "Come on, Tang Yuan, let me ask you something."

"Brother Ze, what's the matter?" Tang Yuan leaned over.

"I won't dance."

"No!!!" Before Tang Yuan could speak, the literary and art committee rushed over, "Brother Ze, you and Brother Zhou are the face of our class, I'm counting on you two to help me attract those ignorant girls, you I can't help but dance...you still have to stand in position C."

"What C position?" Gu Ze was a little confused.

"It's in the middle." The literary and art committee member explained, "Put you and Brother Ze in the middle of the line, and focus on the beauty of the two of you, and you will be able to fascinate all the girls in the school, cheering for you and screaming for you." Call!"

"..." Gu Ze, "So I have no choice?"

"Yeah." The art committee member nodded at him, looking at him expectantly.

"Okay, don't embarrass others." Han Zizhou touched Gu Ze's arm with his arm.

"Thank you Brother Zhou, thank you Brother Ze, I'm going to order clothes for our class." The art committee member slipped away immediately.

"I'm also going to order clothes." Tang Yuan also oiled the soles of his feet and followed the art committee out of the classroom.

Gu Ze watched the two go out one after the other, and turned to Han Zizhou helplessly, "Can you dance?"

"No." Han Zizhou replied quickly.

"then you……"

"I want to see you dance." Han Zizhou smiled brightly, which made Gu Ze feel a little glaring.

"..."

Gu Ze paused, "You have to dance anyway."

"It's okay, if you can't dance well, you will be with you."

Gu Ze rolled his eyes, "I won't accompany you, if you want to dance, dance well, and you can embarrass yourself."

"What program did you prepare for last year's sports meeting?" Han Zizhou asked casually.

"I don't know, I'm sick, I went to the store. No one cares anyway, it's not like this year, dancing and standing in the middle." Gu Ze patted his head irritably.

For the collective performance of the class, the lunch break of the class was taken up.

After eating at noon, everyone pushed the table aside, leaving an open space in the middle for learning to dance.

A few girls who have learned to dance first learned the movements, and then divided everyone into several groups and taught them separately.

The bones, tendons, and muscles of boys are relatively hard, and they have basically never learned to dance, so they are always a little stiff when they dance.

The literary and art committee watched everyone's stiff movements and sighed helplessly.

"Let's get familiar with the movements again, and dance together after a 5-minute rest."

After practicing for a week, the movements are basically memorized, but the most important thing is to be neat and graceful.

Gu Ze sat on the table while taking a break, "Are you tired?"

Han Zizhou took a sip of water, "It's okay."

"Can you dance?" Gu Ze tilted his head and asked.

"Have you met?" Han Zizhou asked with a smile.

Gu Ze looked at Han Zizhou provocatively, "Of course, he dances better than you."

Han Zizhou smiled, "Then I am looking forward to it."

Five minutes later, the art committee clapped at everyone, "Are you ready? Let's try it first."

There is no queuing form yet, everyone just automatically disperses and stands according to their height.

Because everyone in the class played together, except for a few people who had other arrangements, holding class cards and slogans, but there were still a lot of people.

The movements are basically memorized, and everyone dances fairly neatly.A few basic girls danced well, and they were still very youthful and eye-catching.

The literary and art committee paid special attention to the appearance of the class.

Gu Ze and Han Zizhou stood in the back row of the classroom, their movements were smooth and coherent, full of tension.

It doesn't have the enchanting softness of women's group dance, but it is chic and neat, very powerful.

I didn't follow the dance video very deliberately, but some small unconscious movements, casual and natural, chic, but still as neat as the overall performance of the class.

The art committee's eyes lit up, and he felt that this was probably the most correct decision he had made.

The 2 minute dance was over quickly.The literary and art committee members clapped their hands excitedly, "Everyone danced really well. We will perform next week. Let's line up and practice for a few days. I think there will be no problem."

Gu Ze raised his eyebrows at Han Zizhou, "How is it?"

"Extremely handsome." Han Zizhou stood beside him with a low voice, "I'm fascinated by you."

Gu Ze raised the corners of his mouth at him, and smiled naughtily and seductively, "That's right, Brother Ze is very powerful."

There was a bead of sweat on the temples, the eyes were bright, and the corners of the mouth were curved just right, flamboyant and dazzling.

Han Zizhou raised his hand to cover Gu Ze's face, "I can't take it anymore... I want to kiss you..."

Gu Ze froze, "Kiss, your face is sweaty."

The author has something to say: Thank you everyone.