National fitness

From the start of the Waking of Insects, everything is born.

Arbor Day a few days later is the anniversary of University C.

This year marks the 110th anniversary of the founding of the school, and it is a day when the whole school must prepare for special events.

Unfortunately, the day of the school celebration is Wednesday. In order not to delay the teacher's teaching and students' study, the school has pushed a series of activities related to the school celebration to this Friday.

The size and number of faculty, staff and students in the university are naturally different from those in junior and senior high schools. There is no way to pick a sunny morning and then drive all the teachers and students to the playground to stand in line.

But the long-winded speeches of the school leaders are inevitable, not to mention the two or three academicians at the panda level in the school, they have to take this opportunity to shine a light on the teachers and students who are unable to see their true faces on weekdays. Phase, let everyone look up, learn and learn.

So the school's management and the academic affairs department came up with a plan.

This Friday night from 09:30 to 2000:[-], a grand school celebration party will be held in the school gymnasium. The site can accommodate [-] leaders, teachers and students, and tickets will be distributed through various channels.

Leaders and teachers, of course, have invitation letters from the school.

The way students get tickets is more interesting.

School-level and college-level student unions, youth league committees, and major departments all have a certain number of "internal votes". As for ordinary "common people", they can only follow the school's official account and Weibo, and participate in multi-platform lottery draws to get .

The school also spent a lot of money, designing and producing [-] exquisite limited edition commemorative school badges and presenting them with tickets.

Propaganda is in place, promotion is in place, the grand occasion is unprecedented, and it is hard to get a ticket.

In the past few days, the dynamics of the students on the major social platforms are nothing more than a few sentences:

"If you love her, take her to the school celebration party."

"Is there a ticket? If you have a ticket, you have friends."

"Ninety-five new tickets are hot, if you are interested, chat privately."

"Although there is no exam recently, I still want to forward this koi that won the ticket. What if it is useful?"

But no matter how fancy the tickets are, it can't satisfy everyone's needs to attend the party together.

Therefore, the remaining nearly [-] students who "have no place to rest" will follow the organization's arrangement and go to the large classrooms of each teaching building during the party to watch the whole live broadcast of the school's celebration party by the school's multimedia department.

The projection screens on both sides of the big stage of the gymnasium will be set up as two "bullet walls" for friends watching outside the venue to complain, and participating in the comments can draw prizes.

An exception is allowed in the classroom to bring your own snacks and drinks to increase viewing comfort, as long as you take your own garbage away when you leave.

Because which major is arranged in which classroom is recorded, and the best civilized audience will be selected after the party.

In short, the sense of ceremony is overwhelming, and the participation rate on and off the court is very high.

Of course, if you really don't want to go, no one will force you. Although there is a sign-in link, it is not a hard and fast rule. It just simply counts the attendance rate, and there is no reward or punishment.

But after all, there is only one time during the entire university period when there is a special "annual school celebration", and most students are willing to join in.

What's more, courses that conflict with the school celebration party at this time on Friday night can only be temporarily suspended.

Although we will definitely find another time to make up later, the students feel that they are still very happy.

Xin Ran also felt very happy.

Because it happened to be from 07:30 to 09:30 on Friday night, and he had a compulsory class to attend.

Although he also knew that he would definitely make up lessons later, it would be nice if he could procrastinate for a while.

But... it's not for nothing to take a break from busy schedules.

Each college must produce at least two programs, one for students and one for teachers.Unfortunately, Xin Ran, who has a good image and good temperament, cannot escape becoming a member of the teacher group's show performers.

Jian Jian, who also has a good image and good temperament, was also arrested.

However, thanks to the concise "serious and rigid temperament", they successfully shot down the singing and dancing program, and finally set up an extremely simple and featureless poetry recitation in line with the "Literary Academy" style.

Xin Ran, Jian Jian, Hu Lianxin from Zhongzhe, and Shen Yi from Zhongshi served as the lead readers. They had to face the microphone and stand in the middle of the team.

The appearance directors of several literary institutes were ordered to express their voices and emotions, because there must be close-ups of big faces during the broadcast.

The twelve teachers had to dress up as male and female students during the May Fourth Movement.The men are all in black, the women are in blue clothes and black skirts, and with stage effects, it really looks like that.

On Thursday night, at 25:5, there are [-] minutes before the draw of the party tickets.

Yan Yan nestled on the bed, holding his mobile phone, and finally had a "three-in-one lottery draw", liked and forwarded relevant Weibo comments, and then began to mechanically scroll through Weibo, nervously waiting for the final lottery.

Yan Yan, the former vice-captain of the school basketball team, felt a bit bitter in his heart.

He felt that he really hadn't caught up with the good times. Although there were not many places allocated to each school team, he was barely considered "noble status" before, so it should be his turn.

It's a pity that if you quit the team, you will only have a glorious name and no such benefits.

Xin Ran took the key to open the door, and when he came in, he saw Yan Shaoxia lying there with a sad face, more resentful than he who had been rehearsed for nearly a week.

Thinking of the "Yan Yan Yim forwarded Weibo" that was prompted on his phone just now, he couldn't help joking:

"Yan Shaoxia, it's been three days and you're still drawing prizes?"

"Who told you that you can't bring your family with just one invitation letter?" Yan Yan raised his head and complained pretendingly when he heard the door opening, and then asked, "Have you rehearsed on the last day of today?"

"Well," Xin Ran took off his coat, kicked the bunch of people nestled there, and said, "Get up, rub your legs."

Hearing this, Yan Yan didn't care how many minutes were left for the lottery, turned over and sat down on the head of the bed, moved to the middle to make room for Xin Ran, patted his thigh, and signaled Xin Ran to stand up.

He thought to himself, anyway, he did his best, and whether he can get a ticket is up to fate, and the most important thing is to relieve Teacher Xin, after all, he is going to perform on stage tomorrow.

"Which program is your recitation?"

"Young man, you can't just draw prizes, can you?" Xin Ran took Yan Yan's mobile phone, and after unlocking it, there was a Weibo interface. Then she found the school's Weibo, clicked it, and showed it to Yan Yan. one time?"

"Huh? Let me see." Yan Yan was busy pinching Xin Ran's legs with both hands, and couldn't free himself for a while, so he moved his head to the side of Xin Ran, "The sixth one, yes, the number was taken smoothly. "

Then Yan Yan added: "Show me the comments."

Xin Ran, who was "instigated", gave Yan Yan a white look. For the sake of free massage, she kindly helped him open the comment section, and swipe the interface very thoughtfully.

Yan Yan didn't even care much about the programs produced by his own college, and only picked out Xin Ran's poem recitation related to watch, and chanted out loud while watching:

"'I'm really looking forward to the poetry recitation of the Academy of Arts', hey, what is there to look forward to in a poetry recitation, isn't it all aimed at my baby's face..."

"'I'm really looking forward to the Chinese tunic suits from the teachers. The Academy of Arts is the most beautiful.' What Chinese tunic suits? Isn't that your May Fourth youth suit? I'm less educated than me..."

"'I heard that there are still Shakespeare's sonnets, are they in the original English version', is it true or not? Are you still making this gimmick..."

With a snap, Xin Ran threw the phone backside up on the quilt, and said dissatisfiedly:

"Isn't it just knowing a few words? Can you shut up and stop showing off?"

"Hurry up, pick it up," Yan Yan smiled and bumped Xin Ran's shoulder lightly, "I still want to see it."

Xin Ran had no choice but to pick up the phone again, but suddenly remembered something, smiled slyly, glanced at Yan Yan and said:

"Well, your mobile phone is quite quiet, have you canceled the motor function?"

"Huh?" Yan Yan didn't understand, so he said, "Actually, apart from the group, I don't have any close contacts, so you can rest assured."

"Hey, is there a lottery yet?" Xin Ran patted Yan Yan's hand, then threw the phone to him, and said with a smile, "Why hasn't anyone come to notify you to pick up the tickets yet?"

Yan Yan was stunned for a moment before realizing what Xin Ran meant, and immediately wailed:

"Isn't it—I've reposted likes and comments so many times and didn't do it? There must be a black box operation."

Xin Ran smiled: "Shouldn't it be you who are most likely to be behind the scenes? Young Master Yan?"

"Hey...don't call me that, is it gross or not?"

Yan Yan shrank down, flattened himself very depressed, "asked the heaven without words" for three seconds, then turned sideways and hugged Xin Ran's waist, and rested his head on his lower abdomen , complaining hard:

"If I want to delete Weibo, I will delete it immediately."

Xin Ran stretched out her hand and snorted on his head, and said half mockingly and half comfortingly:

"The multimedia equipment that the school just replaced last year should work well, so you can make do with it."

Yan Yan angrily deleted Weibo and asked:

"Really reciting English poetry? Shakespeare?"

"Well," Xin Ran kept stroking his hair, and replied, "Yes, it's for me and my brother temporarily."

The college was afraid that the recitation program would be too monotonous to compete for the "Best Popularity Award", so the planners played a trick and handed over the English recitation of Shakespeare's poems to Xin Ran and Concise, who speak pure English, which was considered a special appearance.

The same love poem, Xin Ran read it tenderly, but the simplicity is surprisingly affectionate.

So this news was treated as a gimmick and posted on the school Weibo.

Yan Yan became interested: "Which one?"

Xin Ran raised her eyebrows: "Did you know what you said? A classmate Xiao Yan who is not very educated?"

"I've improved a lot, okay?" Yan Yan didn't want to be outdone, "Let's hear it."

Xin Ran chuckled twice, lowered her voice, and murmured softly:

"Thebathformyhelplies, whereCupidgotnewfire, mymistress'eyes..."

"Huh?" Yan Shaoxia, who was a little proficient in English, asked, "What's wrong with Cupid? How should I translate it?"

Xin Ran was about to take a bath, so she got off the bed, leaned over and kissed the corner of Yan Yan's mouth, and said with a smile:

"The fire of love ignited in the eyes of the beholder is the only hot spring that heals me."

Yan Shaoxia, who was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that he was teased, only had time to grab a corner of his clothes that had run away.

Xin Ran, who just set the fire on fire, ran away, Yan Yan could only sigh, grabbed his mobile phone that seemed to have regained its motor function, and calmed down.

After dinner the next day, Xin Ran and Yan Yan "parted ways". Xin Ran went to the gymnasium to prepare for the show, and Yan Yan could only resign himself to the multimedia classroom of the second teacher to sign in.

After a long speech by the principal, a speech by academician representatives, and a speech by the chairman of the student union, the school celebration party, which has attracted much attention, finally officially kicked off amidst cheers and applause.

The two seniors, who were preparing behind the scenes, were taking the time to murmur.

Jian Ming turned around and glanced at Xin Ran behind him, and asked doubtfully:

"What are you reading?"

"Well, Senior Brother," Xin Ran said blankly with his eyes blank, "My tongue is a little knotted, and I'm trying to straighten it out."

Jian Ming was surprised: "Are you nervous?"

Xin Ran looked at the familiar book, and nodded upon hearing this.

Jian Ming thought for a while and said, "Don't be too restrictive."

Xin Ran raised his eyes and glanced at his senior brother, his expression was still serious, and he suddenly felt more pressured.

Logically speaking, Xin Ran, who is used to playing tricks in front of people, would not be very nervous when encountering such an occasion—but this time is different.

The flashing red light on the camera in the middle of the field is now to him... the fire of love in the eye of the beholder.

The host's announcement was full of passion:

"... Next, let us invite the teachers of the Academy of Arts to give us a poetry recitation performance——"Youth Talks Dreams" with warm applause!"

Xin Ran took a deep breath, quickly adjusted her facial expression, followed the concise steps, and stood firmly in the middle of the stage.

Beside him and Jian Ming stood Hu Lianxin and Lin Yi respectively, and then, the other eight teachers divided into two groups one after another, facing them, they turned slightly sideways, and stood still on both sides of the stage, like a piece of wrapping around them. short arc.

The female teachers were dressed in blue clothes and black skirts, while the male teachers behind them were all in black, only Xin Ran and Jian Jian were wearing clean and tidy white shirts.

In order not to look pale on the camera, everyone put on light makeup, and the facades of the two literary majors were not spared, but they were wearing natural makeup, which was basically invisible, just to mention the complexion, and the lipstick was replaced by lipstick .

As soon as the light was turned on, Xin Ran's lips were shiny and moist.

In the middle of the first row under the stage were the school leaders and two academicians who had time to come, and the deans and secretaries of each college were lined up in turn.

Xin Ran saw that Yan Ningzhi was clapping vigorously.

He and Jian Jian stood in the middle of the stage. Naturally, they almost came face to face with the cameras in the middle of the stage.

Xin Ran gently closed his eyes, let out a little breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he had put on his usual warm and confident smile.

"The wisdom of the young makes the country wise, and the wealth of the young makes the country rich!"

"A strong youth makes a country strong, and an independent youth makes a country independent!"

"Do you have to go? Please wait for me to walk with you! My feet know every safe path, and I can keep singing the song of forgetfulness."

"Give it to you again, give you the tenderness of your hand again! When the darkness of the night blocks us, you can look into my eyes without turning an eye!"

"Dreams will bloom, dreams will bloom delicate flowers: go and ask for priceless treasures."

"In the blue sea, in the bottom of the blue sea, there is a golden shell hidden deep."

The reason why their recitation program was named "Youth Talks Dreams" is because after the opening of Shakespeare's sonnets, they recited excerpts from "Young China Talk", "Prophecy" and "Dream Seeker".

Sometimes the passion is surging, which inspires the students of C University to work tirelessly and forge ahead.

Sometimes tossing and turning tenderly, like a harbor that gently embraces a cruise ship.

Sometimes full of hope, as a teacher, I teach students to pick up the colored pens to draw their visions and dreams.

With the blessing of the stage effect, it is indeed such a sentimental feeling that is conveyed to the audience on-site and off-site.

But if you change the place or the occasion, it will look very secondary and awkward.

But Xin Ran asked himself, after all, he should have met the standard requirement of "both voice and emotion" issued by the higher-ups.

After their performance, they bowed together and stood on the stage for a while, waiting for the students of the school etiquette team to come on stage and present flowers.

After each teacher's program, some student representatives came to the stage to present flowers to express their gratitude. Generally, boys present flowers to female teachers, and girls present flowers to male teachers.

The four students walked from both sides of the stage, stood one by one in front of the teacher, made a small bow, and then took a small step forward to hand the flowers to the teacher.

Xin Ran raised her eyes and looked at the "Miss Manners" who was not only half a head taller than herself, but also half a head taller than the two students beside him, with question marks all over her face.

Yan Yan took a small step towards Xin Ran, turned his back on the tens of thousands of eyes in the audience and in the field of view of the camera, met Xin Ran's eyes secretly and intimately, and said slyly with the corners of his mouth curled up:

"Is Mr. Xin satisfied with Young Master Yan's secret operation?"

Then he also saw the tender yet passionate fire of love in Xin Ran's eyes.

Sitting under the stage, Yan Ningzhi was dissatisfied for a moment when he saw the unexpectedly uneven etiquette team. After a closer look, he found that the tall and prominent man who had been in it and ruined the overall image was his own son.

Yan Ningzhi was still applauding, but slightly frowned as if puzzled.

After the party slowly ended, Xin Ran and Yan Yan followed the crowd for a walk and returned to Xiao's house in the faculty dormitory, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

As soon as the door was closed, before the lights were turned on, Xin Ran was scooped up by Yan Shaoxia.

The moment he was suspended in the air, he was thinking: After exercising for so long and gaining so much weight, how could he be scooped up casually and easily?

Yan Yan picked him up by holding his buttocks, and let him lean against the gate.

The two could feel each other's breath instantly.

Xin Ran's legs wrapped themselves around Yan Yan's waist, rubbing them loosely and lazily.He lightly touched the corner of Yan Yan's eyes with one hand, and gently pressed Yan Yan's neck with the other hand.

There was still light makeup on Xin Ran's face that he hadn't had time to remove, and it seemed to carry a very light but seductive fragrance.

Yan Yan couldn't help stretching out his hand, pinched the flesh of Xin Ran's leg, then raised his face slightly, squinted his eyes, and asked in a low voice:

"What brand of lipstick is Mr. Xin using today?" Then he paused, and took a bite on Xin Ran's mouth before continuing, "Liang Jingjing, when I was in the audience, I wanted to kiss."

Xin Ran chuckled twice, stuck out the tip of her tongue, licked the place where Yan Yan had bitten just now, and replied:

"Is there any more on my mouth? I thought I had eaten them all... Mmm."

Yan Yan's throat tightened, and he bit Xin Ran's chin, breathing heavily and "carrying" Xin Ran to the soft big bed.

Xin Ran was thrown on the bed, snorted softly, stretched out his arms to wrap around Yan Yan's neck who was following closely, and faltered:

"By the way, did you go to the classroom to sign in?"

Yan Yan approached him and gave him a "boo": "I signed it, and I came here after I signed it."

Xin Ran turned her face, let Yan Yan rustle and kiss him on the neck, panted and asked:

"You snatched the ticket that Fatty Wang managed to get, why don't you thank him first? And what about the little brother from the etiquette team that you... robbed him of his job?"

Yan Yan said vaguely: "Don't say thank you for your kindness, I added WeChat and invited them to dinner another day."

Xin Ran felt itchy, shivered slightly, and said in a nonchalant way:

"Well... then why don't you hurry up and discuss with others what to eat..."

Yan Yan let go of him, straightened up, took off all the clothes on his upper body, and then bent down again, while groping in the bedside table with his outstretched hands, he said:

"Let's discuss later. Before that, let the baby try my new motor."

After a long time, the various sounds in the room slowly subsided.

Yan Yan rubbed Xin Ran into his arms and picked up the phone.

"Wang Dapang watched the broadcast for me in the classroom. When he saw me go up to give you flowers, he was denouncing this kind of dog abuse."

"Pfft, Maomao and Chen Jingjing are still sighing, it's great that I have a relative like you."

Xin Ran was tormented until the corners of her eyes turned red, and the tip of her slightly sweaty nose rubbed against Yan Yan's bare chest.Seeing Yan Yan's surprise on the stage, and the lingering feeling after coming back all slowly hibernate, and his sanity gradually returns.

He belatedly became uneasy.

"Young man, well, don't be so... blatant next time." Although the atmosphere at the time, the people off the stage might not be able to see anything, but Xin Ran still felt guilty, "Your old man is in the first row. .”

Yan Yan carried Xin Ran into the bathroom, and kissed the beautiful red at the end of his eyes.

"nothing."

"Sonnet153" Shakespeare

"Young China" Liang Qichao

"Prophecy" He Qifang

"Dream Seeker" Dai Wangshu