shut up you bitch

"Performance?"

"No way, Li Yang, didn't we only sing and dance last year?"

"Who came up with this moth? It's so unrealistic. Is our No. [-] Middle School so much like an art school?"

All of a sudden, everyone started talking loudly, and the voice was louder and louder than the last, and the ceiling was almost lifted.

Natural Juan stood on the podium, a row of black lines hung on his forehead like an illegal building.

He doesn't want to either!God damn it, this new Minister of Literature and Art is simply out of his mind!It’s fine with the acting, it needs to be original!

But... Natural Juan took a deep breath, carefully recalled the content of the meeting just now, and shouted with a fluke mentality: "Students, be quiet! Be quiet! This thing is not so bad! There is a turning point!"

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads in unison, and paid sincere attention to the natural scroll that occupied a place on the podium.

He knows...

Natural Juan sighed deep in his heart.

The comrades in Class Eight have no acting talent at all, no, to be precise, they have no artistic talent at all.He still remembered that they had a big chorus at the art festival last year, not to mention that they were out of tune, and at the end of the singing, the accompaniment was only played halfway...

At that time, their former class teacher was sitting under the stage, his face was green.

"Students, it's true. I asked the Minister of Literature and Art. All classes will draw lots, but there are only a few lots for 'performance', and the rest are all singing and dancing." Natural Juan said very firmly, as if everything was in his As if grasping it, "Look at the combined middle and high schools of our school... there are more than 100 classes in total, and there are only a few lottery tickets..."

Before he finished speaking, the whole class understood and breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

Also, the probability of more than 100% is still quite difficult.

Everyone instantly felt that there was nothing to worry about, and when they were about to disperse like birds and beasts, Xu Zeming's cadenced voice sounded at the door.

"Students are all here, you should know about the art festival... Well, I went to draw lots just now." Xu Zeming walked into the classroom with a smile while talking.

When everyone saw his radiant and happy face, they immediately felt that this person must have been drawn.

See how happy he is.

However, Xu Zeming is born with that kind of tepid character, even in the face of the end of the world, he can still show a peaceful appearance.

I saw him walking slowly to the podium, and then slowly took out a crumpled piece of paper from his coat pocket.

He shook the piece of paper in the air, and said in a gentle voice, "Students, it's a show. I helped you get a show."

Everyone: "..."

my day?

Isn't it a probability of more than 100%!

Teacher, are you so European!

Naturally curled up beside him and stiffened into a piece of sculpture, staring blankly at Xu Zeming, as if he didn't expect his head teacher to be so powerful.

Looking at it, Xu Zeming also looked over, and patted him on the shoulder very kindly: "Li Yang, come on, let's lead the eighth class to show off their demeanor together!"

Natural volume: "..." Can I die for a while?

So, this evening self-study, I naturally scratched my head, racked my brains to prepare the script, and while preparing, I was sobbing.

The voice was quite loud, startling Xu Jiashu in front of him.

Maybe it's sympathy at work, or maybe it's just that this person's sobbing sound is too annoying, Xu Jiashu turned around suddenly: "Is there anything I can help? If I help you, don't cry, or I will beat you up."

"..." Ziran held his breath for a moment, "Brother Jia...are you really willing to help me..."

"Ah, if I can do it." Xu Jiashu originally thought of doing odd jobs and doing logistics, but he didn't know that the natural volume said something directly.

"You play the lead role."