I Am the Sister of the School Grass

    Fang Zheng said so, in fact, he didn't mean to be jealous of his sister.

    He just wanted to call Yunyan 'sister' in person.

    Since Yunyan has promised him, let's charge some interest now.

    You have to ask my sister to be a good enough book.

    Mother Fang saw that Yunyan didn't show any rejection or indifference this time, and looked at Father Fang.

    You can see the surprise in each other's eyes.

    The earliest, ever since they learned that their lost daughter was raised in a small mountain village, they had been worried that Fang Zheng would look down on his sister.

    Unexpectedly, Fang Zheng wanted to recognize his younger sister, but his younger sister didn't want to call him brother at all.

    It has been more than half a month, although Yunyan has not yet called her brother, but her expression finally loosens up, and the whole family is very happy.

    Mother Fang said: "I heard from your little aunt Jiang that she also prepared a show at home this time, and she insisted on taking me to watch it together. I originally wanted to rest at home here. , I couldn't beat her, so I had to follow."

    If Mama Fang hadn't laughed so much, the family would have believed that she was 'forcibly' pulled away.

    Auntie Jiang's name is Jiang Le, Cheng Li's mother.

    The two have had business dealings, and since Cheng Li has a good relationship with Fang Zheng, the wives of the two will be in frequent contact.

    Mother Fang said with a smile, "You guys go first, I'll be late with Xiao Jiang."

    Mother Fang thought that her son was originally a cold personality, and the last time he performed was in kindergarten.

    My daughter was finally found.

    This time, her son and daughter are performing on the same stage, how could she miss the opportunity to watch it live?

    Definitely go no matter what.

    When she walked out the door, Yunyan was still immersed in the news of 'mom is going to go to the art show', shocked to the point of being in a trance.

    This time, she intends to fall under the witness of the whole school.

    How can I think that people are not as good as heaven, my mother suddenly said that she would also participate.

    Yunyan feels that in her mother's eyes, the image of 'gentle, obedient, well-behaved, soft and cute' will be gone forever.

    Her breath stagnated, feeling a little out of breath.

    Yunyan said, "What identity does our mother take to participate in the school art show?"

    Isn’t it said that in addition to the school leaders, there are students in the audience.

    School leaders are dealing with all kinds of problems every day, and they will definitely not care what the students are high.

    But as a mother, Yunyan felt that her mother would definitely get to the bottom of it when she heard the news about her daughter.

    When Fang Zheng heard the word 'our mother', his voice became an octave softer.

    "Our mother is one of the managers of No. 1 Middle School."

    It is also the most invested school manager.

    Yunyan: "…"

    She completely gave up on herself. Anyway, she was never the kind of character that others bullied to the top of her head and thought of forbearance and peace of mind.

    It's not the kind of little girl my mother imagined that she will always need protection.

    Yunyan is gentle to others, but she is never timid when it is time to be strong.

    In the past seventeen years, she followed her grandparents to seek a living at the bottom of the society, and her character is destined to not be particularly silly and sweet.

    Otherwise, people who love to take advantage of it will eat it, and there will be no bones left.

    Yunyan sighed: "This is going to subvert my impression in my mother's mind."

    Fang Zheng, who did not understand what his sister was saying at all, continued: "From a cute little girl to a little fairy?"

    Yunyan: "..." Sometimes she really doesn't understand the brain circuits of a creature like her brother.

    As soon as Yunyan arrived at the school auditorium, Zhang Qiaoqiao pulled her over to change her clothes and make up.

    Sister Qiao has a resolute temperament: "Let's change our clothes, make up, and braid our hair while there are few people now. Otherwise, there will be too many people in a while, and there will be no time to prepare."

    "Good."

    After half an hour, there are more and more people in the background.

    However, everyone in Class 7 was ready and sat in the waiting area of ​​their own class.

    "My God! This is a real fairy."

    "That's right, our sophomore flowers are the best."

     "I'm envious, brother, I can't wait to repeat a year."

    Yunyan didn't hear the discussion around, she and Tong Qiu squeezed their heads and browsed the forum together.

    There is a new thread on the forum today.

    [BUY STOCK! Buy and leave! Guess who the **** is! 】

    Landlord: This building lists the intersection of the grades in the second grade of high school within 100, and all the girls who participated in this art show. Seven in total.

    There are also girls who call themselves y, Guangya and Fang Yunyan.

    This building lists nine girls one by one according to the serial number, please vote for the y **** in your mind.

    Finally, the lucky draw will be drawn from those who voted correctly.

    Of course, if God y is not among the nine, a lottery will be drawn from all those who voted.

    First Floor: Voted, but I want to know what's going on with us. Our flower is so beautiful, I don't allow you to black her!

    Second floor: agree with the first floor!

    Landlord: Don't make trouble, the landlord is not malicious. There was a post before that Fang Yunyan's WeChat name was y, and everyone in the seventh class knew about it. So I just mentioned it.

    Seventh floor: Well, the landlord is so warm, I'm throwing smoke.

    Host:…

    Tong Qiu looked at this post and muttered: "What, the landlord doesn't put photos, only the name, how can I vote, then vote blindly."

    Yunyan made a nasal voice: "Huh?"

    Because of the threat from the same table, Tong Qiu voted for Yunyan.

    By the time it was nearly half past ten, Yunyan's votes were already ahead of the previous students by a slight advantage.

    A watery reply in the post.

    70th Floor: Well, I don't know each other, I'm just throwing smoke.

    72nd floor: Yunyan is so beautiful today, if I want to marry, I will vote first.

    80th Floor: Even if the old witch said in our class that Yunyan's study was a bit scum, I still couldn't help voting for her, it was so beautiful!

    Landlord: At 10:30, the voting is closed, please wait patiently for God Y to appear.

    82nd Floor: Is this polling post a joke? The grade flower actually got the first vote.

    Eighty-fifth floor: So this is a face-seeing world...

    The eighty-sixth floor: Oh, there are many silly and realistic people who only look at their faces, so I will post them.

    Landlord: This is just an entertainment post, don't be so serious! Please respect each other ua!

    At this moment, Fang Zheng, Yunyan and the others have already gone to the backstage to prepare.

    After two or three shows, it will be their turn to classical dance.

    The forum posts almost exploded.

    91st Floor: Weakly speaking, has anyone noticed that the two good-looking representatives of the second and seventh class of high school quietly left?

    92nd Floor: I'll go! It really is! Everyone in their classical dance class has left.

    95th Floor: Calculate the time... Is God Y really a fairy of Yunyan?

    100th Floor: Don't scare me!

    101st Floor: Didn't the old witch say that Yunyan learned scum, stop guessing.

    Guang Ya originally planned to do a belly dance and make a splash in this cultural performance.

    But because of the fact that she pretended to be a god, although the classmates treated her no different on the surface, not many people were willing to learn belly dancing with her.

    The school art gala is a big stage, the number of people is not enough, and there is no such a charming feeling when jumping.

    Guang Ya can only give up and watch the performance offstage.

    Guangya apparently also saw this post about voting for God.

    At half past ten, when she saw her poor three votes, she gritted her teeth angrily.

    She thought: "Why, that Fang Yunyan also pretended to be God Y, why should everyone vote for her?!"

    It's still number one!

    Then she saw the reply from the eighty-sixth floor, and felt that she had finally met someone who was in the same camp.

    Guangya click on that person's personal interface and send a friend request.

    —you? add me for what?

    —I see that you are very dissatisfied with everyone voting for Fang Yunyan, and I am also dissatisfied. I think everyone's eyes are blinded by Fang Yunyan.

    The person over there received this message and slowly typed a: ?

    Guang Ya: Can I add you as a friend?

    —No, I am afraid of neurosis.

    Guang Ya's face turned green, she never expected that she would get such a response.

    She typed a long story and just clicked send.

    After seeing your message, a red exclamation mark appeared, 'The system prompts: The other party has blocked you, you cannot send any message to the other party'.

    About sixteen or seventeen minutes later, the host was on the stage talking eloquently.

    "In the past, there were high-rise buildings that sang songs and night strings, and there were dancing sleeves that allure the city and the country (note)... Let's invite the second and seventh class of the senior high school to bring the program "The Moon in Smoke."

     "Damn it! It's really class seven!"

    "Y God is actually in the same class as the grade flower!"

    "There are still school grass in the class, woo woo woo what kind of fairy class is this!"

    "Suddenly regretted that I didn't study hard in junior high school. If I can get into the top 500, maybe I can take a class with the three of them."

    The curtain at the front of the auditorium slowly rose, accompanied by the smoke of colorful lights and dry ice, everyone took their place.

    Get started.

    Screams erupted from the audience.

    "School grass! Fang Zheng!"

    "He's so handsome that I can't put it together... What am I talking about, I'm only eighteen!"

    "Fuck me, that wipes my forehead! Ahhh, Fang Zheng, I love you!"

    "Yunyan is really a fairy!"

    "She has this figure, this waist! awsl!"

    "Come on! We all support you!"

    The seats of senior three and senior two are not in the same area, but it does not prevent everyone from being infected by the atmosphere of senior two students and cheering together.

    Yesterday, the boy who lit a cigarette looked at the girls with wide sleeves and fluttering figures on the stage.

    He said: "I'll just say, how could that group of high school sophomores know how many of us hate them. Don't worry about it, look at the beautiful women and wash their eyes."

    He looked at Yunyan more and more recklessly.

    But Yunyan danced with Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng took her to the beat of the dance music, and the two cooperated perfectly.

    Yunyan dances wholeheartedly, she has no dance skills, she must concentrate fully.

    However, Fang Zheng noticed the undisguised possessiveness mixed in many envious and admiring eyes.

    He determined the approximate area without a trace, and could only speculate that the person was in the third year of high school.

    At this point, the dance music is halfway through.

    Everyone began to switch positions—

    Ten o'clock.

    Fifty-two points.

    Complete.

    Yunyan separated from her dance partner and stepped firmly on the entire stage at one o'clock.

     Fingers and sleeves.

    With increasingly soft music.

    The audience suddenly became quiet.