The cold school god can't move

After entering the school gate, Chi Cheng led "Liang Shanbo" all the way, and there was a commotion all the way, all kinds of noisy discussions and uncontrollable screams that dropped the decibel were heard endlessly, and many girls even hurriedly took them secretly. I took a picture with my cell phone.

Because it is the weekend, the school does not force all students to watch the program, but there are still many students who stay in school.Students in each class are marching to the auditorium in an orderly manner with chairs, and sit in rows under the command of the teacher.

The students in the third year of high school have already finished their graduation ceremony, and they are waiting for the college entrance examination in a few days.The third-year students who were still in school also walked to the auditorium under the leadership of the teacher.

Dai Guochao walked halfway, only to find that the camera specially brought to take pictures of Chi Yuan had been left in the classroom, so he threw the chair to Mao Jiang, and then went back to get the camera.

Just as he was about to go out, a girl appeared in front of him.Dai Guochao recognized it as Moran, a senior in the front row of the liberal arts class in the third year of high school. She has won many speech contest awards in the school and in the city. At the graduation ceremony in the morning, she even gave a graduation speech as a representative of the liberal arts class!

"Student, are you Mao Jiang's deskmate?"

"Yep."

Dai Guochao blinked his big eyes, nodded with a cute expression on his face, looked at the senior standing opposite him holding a book in his arms, and slowly took out a shallow book from the book with a shy expression. The blue-colored envelope has a pink love heart on it, and I can vaguely guess the intention in my heart.

Mo Lan's bright eyes drooped slightly, he handed over the envelope, and asked softly, "Then can you hand over this letter to him for me?"

Dai Guochao took the envelope dully and replied "yes", Mo Lan pursed his lips and said "thank you" with a smile, turned around and ran away with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

Dai Guochao stuffed the envelope into his wide trouser pocket, found his class area with his camera in hand, and sat down next to Mao Jiang.

Mao Jiang looked at Dai Guochao's face, took the camera back, and wished he could directly write the young master's displeasure on his face.

"What's the matter? Who made our children unhappy again?"

Dai Guochao took out the envelope from his pocket and patted it in Mao Jiang's hand.

"Congratulations on getting out of the ranks of single dogs. From now on, I will live with Brother Cheng. Wherever you fall in love, you will get tired of falling in love with each other. Take it easy!"

This tone of firecrackers is completely hard to understand where the joy comes from.

Mao Jiang was choked by Dai Guochao, as if he had eaten a mouthful of raw meat.With a look of surprise on his face, he repeatedly looked at the extra envelope in his hand. Except for the words "Mao Jiang's relatives" written on the cover, there was no trace of his handwriting.Mao Jiang turned his eyes back to Dai Guochao's face, and was about to ask him where the letter came from.

"What? Why are you looking at me? I didn't write it. You still can't bear to open it? Are you shy?"

Mao Jiang looked at Dai Guochao's eyes waiting to eat the melon, opened the envelope, didn't read the content, and just turned to the end. Sure enough, the one who left his name was Moran.Mao Jiang has some impressions of this girl. She looks pretty, has an orchid temperament, has high grades, and has won many awards. She is also the student representative of the liberal arts class this year. She is a very good girl.

Knowing who the letter came from, Mao Jiang read the contents of the letter.Although there were girls who confessed their love to him before, it was the first time he received a serious love letter when he grew up, and he felt a little excited in his heart.

Dai Guochao looked away from Mao Jiang with pursed lips, but his eyes ignored the brain's command and glanced at the letter paper from time to time. Nothing could restrain his desire to peek.

For as long as Mao Jiang watched it, Dai Guochao peeked at it for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

In Dai Guochao's subconscious mind, Mao Jiang shouldn't have girls chasing after him, shouldn't fall in love, and he should always maintain his current state, hanging out with him and Chi Cheng all day long.

He couldn't figure out why someone would write a love letter to Mao Jiang?What's even more exasperating is that Mao Jiang is still watching with relish and forgetting about it.After being silently followed by girls for two years, and being told to wait for you at your favorite university, it has become like this. I don't know why?

Dai Guochao was also deeply confused. How did this girl know which university Mao Jiang liked?He felt that this matter seemed to be something that only he and Chi Cheng knew about!

When Mao Jiang finally folded the letter back to its original shape and was about to put it in an envelope, Dai Guochao stretched out his hand to Mao Jiang mercilessly with a false smile, and said with these teasing meanings:

"Handsome Mao, I have never seen what a love letter looks like when I grow up. Don't you want to share it so that I can appreciate it?"

Mao Jiang hesitated for a moment, but still handed the letter to Dai Guochao.

Dai Guochao opened the letter paper, and the elegant fragrance from the letter paper wafted into Dai Guochao's nose.He pretended to read it, but in fact, he had followed Mao Jiang to watch it several times.

"So, Moran invited you to the stands at 08:30 to have a chat, are you going?"

"Let's go, after all, I'm going to take the college entrance examination soon."

"Then why don't you watch our show? Humph! Prefer sex over friends!"

"I'll go after watching the show. She shouldn't be leaving so quickly."

Dai Guochao couldn't be happy.Although the letter just expressed his heartfelt heart, Moran left enough room for Mao Jiang, and also for himself, but he just hoped to hear Mao Jiang send her a blessing before the college entrance examination.But Dai Guochao didn't know what Mao Jiang was thinking, his heart was hanging inexplicably like that, and he couldn't explain the unexplainable discomfort.

All the students and audience in the auditorium were seated, and it was almost time for the opening of the party.Director Gao took the microphone and talked about the discipline and order of the venue. After emphasizing these things repeatedly, the old principal led a group of guests and judges into the table, and the party officially kicked off.

Between thoughts, Dai Guochao seemed to see a familiar figure among the guests, but he was seated in an instant, and he had no chance to confirm it.

After the leader's speech and other procedures were completed, the art performance finally officially began.All the classes selected for the finals are carefully prepared to show their talents.

Gao Wuyou and the two sisters carefully recorded the scores of each program. The scores of the previous programs were relatively tight, and no class had an absolute advantage yet.

The next program will be the turn of Class [-], Grade [-].Chi Yuan and Meng Xiaoyu stood at the entrance of the stage waiting to go on stage, inevitably feeling nervous.

The lights at the entrance of the stage were dim, and Tong Yan mingled here with Chi Cheng under the pretext of helping with the props, but in fact they were just two pieces of gauze used as wings.

Tong Yan smiled and chatted with Meng Xiaoyu to ease her nervousness.

Chi Cheng took off Chi Yuan's tied wig and straightened it out, and arranged his clothes again.

Chi Yuan watched Chi Cheng finish all this, took advantage of the darkness to hold Chi Cheng's hand, and squeezed it slightly.Chi Yuan's palms were slightly sweaty, and he was a little nervous, afraid that he would not be able to win the grand prize promised to Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng patted Chi Yuan's shoulder, raised his head slightly and put his head next to Chi Yuan's ear to comfort him:

"Don't be afraid, just do your best, I'll wait for you at the entrance!"

"it is good."

With Chi Cheng's words, Chi Yuan suddenly felt relieved.

The eighth program has started reporting points.Tong Yan quickly ran up to the stage, put the props in place, and then ran down, made a cheering gesture to the two costumed actors, then left the stage with Chi Cheng, and went over there.

Dai Guochao moved early to occupy the most favorable terrain for taking pictures, and held up the camera to capture pictures at any time.Mao Jiang adjusted the angle and anxiety of those mobile phones, ready to record the video.Lu Weiqi and the others also wandered around, preparing to take pictures from different angles.The extremely small photo area reserved by the school for each class is simply not enough.

Chi Cheng's face is easy to use anywhere in the school.The teacher guarding the entrance heard that they were going to help remove the props, so he let them in.

Standing at the entrance to watch the program, although the effect is not the best, but it is the closest.Chi Cheng watched Chi Yuan's every movement, flowing water and flowing clouds, showing the bodybuilding and elegance, using the powerful tension of the dance to express the plot and emotion of the story appropriately.

Chi Yuan and Meng Xiaoyu's performance directly pushed the party to a new climax.Seeing Chi Yuan walking from the center of the stage to the entrance with great vigor and applause, Chi Cheng felt sincerely happy. He stood at the entrance of the stage to welcome his young man to return with victory.

When the host reported the score, the audience erupted!Their score was four or five points higher than the previous program, directly leaping to an unprecedented height.

Meng Xiaoyu was so excited that she didn't know how to express her emotions, so she hugged Tong Yan and directly kissed her with a bright red lip mark on her face.When Chi Yuan saw it, he pouted and rushed towards Chi Cheng.

Seeing this, Chi Cheng pressed Chi Yuan's face with disgust on his face. Chi Yuan blinked through Chi Cheng's fingers, and waved his arms with open teeth and claws. Unable to speak, he could only "oooo Expressing his excitement, he finally put his lips on Chi Cheng's palm.

Although I don't know how powerful the show will be, but as far as the current score is concerned, Chi Yuan's heart is ironed.

Coming out of the backstage, Tong Yan accompanied Meng Xiaoyu into the auditorium to watch the show.

Chi Cheng didn't want to join in the fun, so Chi Yuan dragged him along the avenues around the playground aimlessly and slowly.The days of summer have become very long, and it is almost nine o'clock, and the sky is still deep blue.

Chi Yuan was very excited, chatting non-stop.Chi Cheng smiled lightly, watching Chi Yuan dance his sleeves from time to time, circling around him like a satellite, night fell, and the years were quiet.

In the stands of the playground, Moran sat alone on the highest floor, holding his head and looking at the sky.There are still players playing on the illuminated court. I don’t know which grade they are in, but the cheers and shouts are equally enthusiastic and beautiful.

The first time she saw Mao Jiang, it was in such a scene. On the evening of the early autumn weekend, when the lights were on, a group of passionate teenagers were still greedy for the stadium.She passed by the side of the court, attracted by that muscular figure, couldn't help but stop and watch for a long time.Later she learned from Lin Congyu, a classmate who also played at the scene, that the boy's name was Mao Jiang.

The dark blue of the sky gradually faded, and stars gradually lit up in the night sky.

Moran stood up and looked at the empty entrance of the stands, wondering which classmate hadn't brought the letter yet?Or did Mao Jiang not pay attention to the content of the letter?Or... In fact, Mao Jiang didn't plan to come here at all.

Although Moran had made psychological preparations that Mao Jiang would not come, she still had a little expectation in her heart like a small island in the heart of the river.However, when the result was really like this, it was like the loss from the torrent of the river, and the small island in the middle of the river was completely submerged in an instant.

Just as Moran stepped off the stands, a voice behind her stopped her.

The author says:

I am preparing to start work recently, and I am actually asking for an essay "Li Li Yuan Shang Cao", welcome to support!