Zhao Yu had nothing to say: "Okay, you have money, but you have nothing to buy so many flowers, are you going to take them back to the grave?"

"If you like it, I don't mind." Song Yan took the card and said coldly, "I will send it to your dormitory at night, and I will wish you a happy Qingming in advance, no thanks."

Zhao Yu: "..."

God damn happy Qingming, it's not yet Mid-Autumn Festival.

Holding back his temper, just as he was about to have a good talk with Song Yan, the owner and sister launched a small tricycle in a grand manner: "Come on, I'll help you deliver the flowers to school."

Song Yan: "Okay."

So three men and one woman vanished into the sunset with a thousand roses.

Zhao Yu was left standing alone, feeling like a dog.

How flamboyant a few people must be when they come back with so many roses.

In addition, Song Yan said that these expenses were his own, and that he did not pay class fees, so Kong Xiaoxiao could not wait to offer him directly as a bodhisattva.

I happily took a photo and posted it on the Moments, but as soon as refreshed it, saw Yang Yue posted a post.

[Little Princess Yueyue]: You're mad at me! I am so angry! Some people in some classes only know how to grab the venue, grab the props and grab the roses. Have you forgotten the glorious history of you taking the principal because the show was too ugly! Hmph, don't think that we are good-natured just to be bullied! See you tonight if you can! akimbo, exhaling.

[Passerby A from Class 16]: Oops, baby, don't be angry, you won't be pretty if you're angry

[Passerby B of the Sixteenth Class]: That's right, don't be angry, we are high-level and beautiful, we can still beat them

[Passerby C from Class 16]: They don't even have a heroine in their class, so why should they compare with you if they don't even have a heroine?

[Passers-by from Class 16]: Don't worry, Yueyue, I've already made an agreement with our class and the 15th class. If you kill them and don't vote for their class, the first place will definitely be ours.

...

Kong Xiaoxiao thinks that this group of people is not very good. They are all members of the school art troupe and have added WeChat, thinking she can't see these words, right?

Or does it mean that she knew she could see it, and was deliberately angry with him?

Childish not naive.

She wasn't interested in playing the kindergarten version of Zhen Huan's Legend with this group of people. She turned off her phone and ran to the base of Class 1 to see these big men put on makeup and change their clothes.

Song Yan and Xia Zhiye have a good foundation, their skin has no flaws, and their facial features are three-dimensional. They can almost go straight to battle with a headgear.

But the other actors were a bit horrific.

Ruan Tian sighed while putting on makeup for them.

Sighing made them panic: "Don't, Sister Tian, ​​your reaction makes me feel a little unsure."

Ruan Tian didn't speak, just took out the mirror.

Those boys in ancient college uniforms looked at themselves in the mirror after putting on hoods and changing into ancient costumes, and they were so ugly that they gasped: "The wigs and costumes are too hot for the eyes."

As soon as they finished speaking, Song Yan and Xia Zhiye, wearing the same wig and the same costume, drifted past them silently.

"..."

They looked at Song Yan and Xia Zhiye, and then looked at themselves.

After a short silence, I analyzed rationally: "Actually, it is so ugly, we and the wig have to take some responsibility."

Ruan Tian patted their heads lovingly: "It's okay, comedians are always uglier, the more funny they are, the teacher is optimistic about you, come on."

"..."

They really didn't feel comforted at all.

Fortunately, the selling point of this show was not originally them.

Xia Zhiye and Song Yan have become famous in the whole No. 3 middle school since the last flag-raising ceremony.

The two of them are good-looking and have good grades, and things will happen again, and they are very eye-catching wherever they go.

Coupled with the inseparable care of Xia Zhiye when Song Yan was injured, riding a bicycle every day with Song Yan's boyfriend who went to school, helping Song Yan to stand out at the flag-raising ceremony, and taking Song Yan home to sleep and letting the other party wear his own clothes. Peach rumors.

The focus of the majority of high school women has gradually changed from "how handsome these two men are" to "how sweet these two men are".

After the news that the two were going to perform "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" on the same stage, the girls in the entire high school went crazy.

A group of first-year and third-year students resolutely gave up their precious evening self-study time and decided to come to the concert hall to witness the birth of love.

Xiaopang saw so many girls in the background, and was so nervous that he was spinning back and forth, but found that the two main owners were still fighting the landlords leisurely, and couldn't help asking: "Aren't you two nervous?"

Song Yan and Xia Zhiye took a moment to glance up from the Landlord Fighting, and wrote "Why should I be nervous" on their faces.

Fatty: "..."

Okay, the boss who arrogantly provoked the dean under the five-star red flag is different.

Xiaopang decided to abandon them and went to the waiting area on the other side to find his companions to communicate with normal human emotions.

In the past, I happened to see the people from Class 16 moving the props to the stage during the announcement time, and couldn't help but "fuck off": "They're too bad for their costumes, no wonder they all say Class 16 will definitely be number one this time."

"Who said that?" Zhao Ruiwen asked.

"Tieba and Moments say so, don't believe me." Xiao Pang took out his mobile phone, "They also said that this time Yang Yue and Zhao Yu have both made a lot of money to send milk tea, and they won't get the first place. It's so embarrassing."

"But didn't Brother Yan buy all the roses? They're missing an important prop, so they can stretch their hips a little bit."

"Who pulled the crotch? Who is short of props? Who cares about roses?" As soon as Zhao Ruiwen finished speaking, Yang Yue walked over with a big skirt and high heels, and then walked away from them without looking sideways. Just pass by.

Only one arrogant and disdainful white eye was left and Zhao Yu, who was holding a bunch of roses behind him, said, "Sorry for disappointing you. My mother asked our driver to bring it to me."

Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen: "..."

"It's as if we were caught speaking ill."

"Are we completely vengeful?"

"They have roses."

"They don't pull their hips anymore."

"Their dance costumes are awesome."

"We're getting cold."

Silence, long silence.

In the end, it turned into a sentence: "It's okay, we have to believe in the power of male sex."

The two men still don't quite understand the heavy burden on their shoulders.

Just after losing the bean of Happy Landlord, stood in the waiting area on the side of the stage and watched the performance of Class 16.

In all fairness, Class 16 is considered an art class after all, and the drama lineup is really good.

Although large sections of Shakespeare's lines appear to be long and tired on the stage of the high school campus, both the props and costumes and the physical performance of the actors are much better than those sparsely put together before.

At the end, Zhao Yu and Yang Yue, the young couple, gave a kiss on the forehead on the grounds of devoting themselves to art, which stimulated the group of ordinary happy sand sculpture high school students in No. 3 Middle School, who had never seen the world. call.

Screams, whistles, and applause are endless.

The response was good.

Yang Yue and Zhao Yu were very proud when they came off the stage, their walking posture was like a peacock opening the screen, as if the first art festival was already in their pockets.

Zhao Yu even deliberately stopped in front of Song Yan.

He stepped on the European medieval men's high heels, which was finally a centimeter or two taller than Song Yan, and then raised his chin, raised his eyebrows, and curled the corners of his lips: "I'm sorry, I made you waste so much money. "

It seems to be trying to express what is called condescending contempt.

However, before the contemptuous eyes could be delivered, Xia Zhiye took a step forward lazily, stood in front of Song Yan, lowered his eyelids, looked down, and performed a real condescending on the spot: "It's okay, it's all Buying gifts for classmates and teachers is not a waste."

Zhao Yu and Yang Yue looked back and saw a group of people handing out roses one by one through the gap in the curtain, and the girls who received them were all delighted.

Still this set.

Looking back, just wanting to speak up again, the host on stage has already announced loudly: "Next, let us applaud the adapted drama "Liang Shanbo and Song Yan" brought to us by Xia Zhiye Song Yan and other students from the first class of high school. I wish Yingtai"!"

The applause and screams exploded in an instant, surging.

The group of people, led by Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu from the thirteenth class next door, shouted shamelessly: "Zhiye Zhiye! The third middle school is the wildest! Song Yan, Song Yan, Nanwu is the most beautiful!"

After shouting, the girls who didn't know where they came from immediately shouted in a louder voice: "Xia Song, Xia Song, Nan Wu is the most favorite! Wild hate wild hate, the world is the sweetest!"

The voice was overwhelmed, how could a group of rough men be able to accept it, and immediately increased the volume and shouted again.

The unidentified girls will never admit defeat and keep up.

A group of men overtook again, and the wild girl fought back.

You come and go, the war is hot.

It sounds more intense than when Zhao Yu kissed Yang Yue's forehead just now.

But obviously the two of them haven't even been on the field yet.

Zhao Yu, who was still complacent at first, turned a little ugly, but he couldn't do anything in public, so he could only take a look, and then took Yang Yue and left angrily.

Xia Zhiye lazily put on Song Yan's shoulder: "You said that the flag has been established like this, what if we lose in the end."

Song Yan didn't want to answer this question, because his face was no better than Zhao Yu's to see where he was going: "Is your school actually a secret experimental base of a mental hospital?"

Xia Zhiye: "?"

Song Yan: "Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain the aggregation of such high-density mentally abnormal groups."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

"Don't say that, this is just the tip of the iceberg in our campus culture of tolerance, openness and seeking common ground while reserving differences." Xia Zhiye was not only not ashamed, he was even proud, "So it's better..."

Song Yan looked at him sideways.

He stared back seriously: "So why don't we have a kiss at the end, so we won't lose."

"..."

Xia Zhiye was kicked onto the stage by Song Yan.

Fortunately, Xia Zhiye was used to being beaten in the most handsome posture. Not only was he not embarrassed, but he also pulled Song Yan out of the way.

Immediately below, there was a group of pretentious screams from the big men: "Ah ah ah! Yan Yan is so handsome! Ye Ye is so handsome!"

The girls are not far behind: "Ahhhh! The couple's outfit looks good! Ye Yan is a good match!"

One after another, healthy competition, common prosperity.

The two boys who shouted for them to play the role of the maid were a bit at a loss for a while: "Do you think we are going to go, or not? If we don't go, we can't continue the show. Go, it seems that we are a little unworthy."

Kong Xiaoxiao directly kicked one by one: "Don't fuck it."

The two boys who were five big and three thick just appeared on the stage in one red and one green maid outfit, and there was a burst of laughter from the audience.

The atmosphere was immediately brought up.

Immediately after that, the burdens also shook smoothly, and those slightly clumsy props became just the right laughing point, and did not make people feel embarrassed.

In addition, the plot is compact, the dialogue is easy to understand, the laughter is dense, and the interaction between the two protagonists is naturally amusing.

However, the anger belongs to them, while the excitement and laughter belong to everyone present.

According to the plot of the script, Song Yan accidentally fell, and when the hero Xia Zhiye pulled him into his arms, the concert hall turned directly into a screaming chicken slaughterhouse.

"Ahhhh! They hug! Hug! Hug!"

"Song Yan's waist is too thin!"

"Is this really something we can watch for free!"

"However, is it really good to be so skilled in hugging the waist!"

The school spirit of No. 3 Middle School was stagnant, and there was no judges for this art week, so the old principal and the dean did not come.

There were all young teachers present, and they couldn't hold back.

He simply tried to stop them pretending to be, while laughing and letting them go.

As for this trouble, Song Yan, who didn't think anything was wrong during the rehearsal before, also began to wonder if Xia Zhiye's hand was too tight around his waist.

Pushing his hand, he wanted to take a step back.

However, Xia Zhiye thought that he was not standing still, and hugged him a little tighter.

Song Yan could only push harder, but the force went too far, her center of gravity lost stability, she stumbled, and her foot just stepped on the hem of the clothes, and she fell straight backwards in an instant.

Suddenly weightless and in a panic, Song Yan grabbed Xia Zhiye's shirt by instinct without thinking about it, and Xia Zhiye also stepped forward and hugged Song Yan's waist in that second without even thinking about it. .

However, this step also happened to step on Song Yan's clothes.

So the two of them fell unstoppably towards the ground in a way of pulling and hugging each other in full view.

"Bang——" Song was tired of it.

There was no sharp dull pain and concussion of the brain as expected.

Because a slender and broad palm protected his head for the first time, and then the tall and slender boy couldn't control his body and pressed him up.

The boy's body temperature is hot, his shoulders are wide and his legs are long. The whole person covers Song Yan, and the citrus scent instantly squeezes all the air around him, causing him to fall into a moment of suffocation and hypoxia.

Then some kind of warm and soft touch lightly touched the corner of his lips and wiped it lightly along the side of his cheek.

A series of subtle trembling currents were brought on the cool skin, which instantly disrupted the positive and negative ions that followed the rules, causing the entire brain system to completely lose its normal operation in an instant.

At that moment, the audience threw roses, screamed and cheered like thunder.

The people on the stage could only hear their beating heartbeats at a certain moment.

Like a naughty boy who suddenly ignited a firecracker, it exploded with a bang, and the sound of shock was heard, but no trace was found.