Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Zhao Yu has 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?"

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

    Zhao Yu: “…”

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

     Holding back her temper, she just wanted to have a good talk with Song Yan when the owner and sister launched a small tricycle in a grand manner: "Come on, I'll help you send flowers to school."

    Song Yan: "Okay."

    So three men and one woman and a thousand roses struttingly disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.

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

    Several people come back with so many roses.

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

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

    [Little Princess Yueyue]: I'm so mad! I am so angry! In some classes, some people only know how to grab the venue, grab the props and grab the roses. Have you forgotten the glorious history of you walking away from 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.

    [Sixteen class passerby A]: Oh, baby, don't be angry, you won't be beautiful if you are angry

    [Sixteen class passers-by B]: That's right, don't be angry, we are high-level, beautiful people, we still win them

      is ours.

    …

    Kong Xiaoxiao thinks that this group of people is not very good, everyone is from the school art troupe, and they all 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?

    Never childish.

    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.

    But a few other actors were a bit horrific.

    Ruan Tian sighed while putting makeup on them.

    The sigh 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.

    The 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: "This wig and costume are too hot for the eyes. Bar."

    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.

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

    “…”

    They didn't feel comforted at all.

    ·

     Fortunately, the selling point of this show is not them.

    Xia Zhiye and Song Yan have become famous in the whole three middle schools since the last flag raising ceremony.

    The two of them are good-looking, good grades, and things will happen again.

    In addition to Xia Zhiye's inseparable care when Song Yan was injured, she rides a bicycle every day to ride with Song Yan's boyfriend who goes to school, she helped Song Yan stand out at the flag raising ceremony, and she took Song Yan home directly Peachy rumors of sleeping and letting the other person wear their own clothes.

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

    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.

    Little Fatty saw so many girls in the background, he was so nervous that he was spinning back and forth, but he found that the two masters were still fighting the landlords leisurely, and couldn't help asking: "Neither of you are Are you nervous?"

    Song Yan and Xia Zhiye took a moment to glance up from the landlord, and wrote "Why should I be nervous".

    Little Fat: "…"

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

    Xiao Pang decided to give up 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 are too good for the way. No wonder they say that Class 16 is definitely number one this time."

    "Who said that?" Zhao Ruiwen asked.

      It would be too embarrassing to not get the first place."

    "But didn't Brother Yan buy all the roses? They are missing an important prop, so they will stretch their crotch."

    "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. Then he walked past them without looking away.

    Leaving only a proud and disdainful white eye and Zhao Yu holding a bunch of roses behind him: "Sorry, I disappointed you, my mother asked our driver to bring it to me."

    Little Fatty and Zhao Ruiwen: "…"

    "It seems we've been caught speaking ill."

    "Are we dead?"

    "They have roses."

    "They don't pull their hips."

    "Their dance costumes are very good."

    "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 finished losing the bean of Happy Landlord, and stood bored in the waiting area on the side of the stage watching the performance of Class 16.

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

    Although large sections of Shakespeare's lines are a bit long and tired on the stage of the high school campus, both the props and costumes and the physical performance of the actors are more sparse than those in the front. The program is much stronger.

    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 this group of ordinary people who had never seen the world. Happy Sand Sculpture high school students immediately cheered and shouted.

    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 was walking on the European medieval men's high heels, which was one or two centimeters taller than Song Yan, and then raised his chin, raised his chin, raised his eyebrows, and curled the corners of his lips: "I'm sorry, Bai You're wasting so much money."

    It seems to express what is called condescending contempt.

      Condescendingly: "It's okay, it's all a gift for my classmates and teachers, so it's 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 of the curtain, and the girls who received them were all delighted.

    I still come here.

    Looking back, just about to speak up again, the host on the stage had already announced loudly: "Next, let us applaud and invite Xia Zhiye Songyan and other students from the second and first class to lead us. Here comes the adapted play "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai"!"

    Applause and screams exploded in an instant, raging.

    The group of people in the first class, led by Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu in 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 did not 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 obey, immediately increase the volume and shout again.

    Girls with unknown origins 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 anxious.

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

    But the two of them haven't even played yet.

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

    Xia Zhiye put on Song Yan's shoulder lazily: "You said that the flag is set up 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: "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 not only is not ashamed, but even proud, "So it's better to..."

    Song Yan looked at him sideways.

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

    “…”

    Xia Zhiye was kicked on stage by Song Yan.

    Fortunately, Xia Zhiye was accustomed to being beaten in the most handsome posture.

    A group of big men screamed from below: "Ahhhhh! Yanyan is so handsome! Ye Ye is so handsome!"

    The girls are not far behind: "Ah ah ah! The couple's outfit looks good!

    One after another, healthy competition, and common prosperity.

    The two boys who had to shout for them to play the maid were a bit unable to advance or retreat for a while: "Do you think we are going to go, or not? Don't go, the show can't continue, go, go, It's like we're a little out of place."

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

    Two boys who are 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.

    The following bundles also shook smoothly, and those slightly clumsy props became just the right laughing point and did not make people feel embarrassed.

      Grind off.

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

    "Ahhhh! They hug! Hug! Hug!"

    "Song Yan's waist is too thin!"

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

    "But it's really good to be so skilled at 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.

    The presence of all the young teachers was impossible.

    Simply put a stop to it, while laughing and letting them make trouble.

    And this trouble, Song Yan, who didn't think there was anything wrong in the rehearsal before, also began to think that Xia Zhiye's hand was too tight around his waist.

    I pushed my hand and wanted to take a step back.

    Xia Zhiye thought he was not steady, so he hugged him a little tighter.

      down.

    Suddenly weightless, in a panic, Song Yan grabbed Xia Zhiye's shirt by instinct without even thinking about it, and Xia Zhiye also got on it without a second thought. Qian hugged Song Yan's waist.

    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.

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

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

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

    A series of subtle trembling currents are brought on the cool skin, which instantly disrupts the positive and negative ions that follow the rules, and makes the entire brain system completely lose its normal operation in an instant.

    At that moment, the audience threw roses, screaming and cheering.

    The people on the stage only heard their rushing heartbeats at a certain moment.