There are still a lot of talents in class one of the second year of senior high school, some can play the piano, some can play the violin, and some can play the melodica.
After some discussion, everyone decided to make a sitcom.
With music accompaniment, others chose ancient Chinese texts in Chinese textbooks, and selected some scenes for performances.
Ye Qianqian had a nice voice, so she was chosen to read the narration.
In the more than ten days of rehearsal, there were those who didn't cooperate well with the music. It wasn't that everyone's skills were not good. It was because Yang Yao was a little proud and didn't want to be with other people.
After several twists and turns, it was Gu Feng who finally spoke, and Yang Yao put away her arrogance.
After all, he is a professional rank, and he is a little picky, which makes sense. But it seems hypocritical to be so picky with classmates.
Ye Qianqian didn't say much, and she shouldn't be in charge of these matters.
Everyone also has a personal personality, and there is no one to worry about everything for you.
The students began to make their own props again, and they did it by themselves, so that they had enough food and clothing.
Not to mention, there are a lot of talents in class one of the second year of high school, and it is really easy to make these props.
On this day, the day of the school celebration has arrived. The students in Class 1, Grade 2 also carried props and walked towards the auditorium.
The auditorium for talents is not small, even if all the students from the school are here, they can all sit down.
This is the auditorium, but it took a lot of money to build it back then.
Fortunately, there are many talented and outstanding alumni, and Haishi is also a rich place, so there is no shortage of money.
On such a festive day, everyone is in a good mood.
Ye Qianqian smiled and talked to Jiang Chen and the others, one of them didn't pay attention, and was bumped into.
The props in his hand were not held and fell to the ground.
The students in the back didn't care, and it was broken after a few feet.
"Ah! Ye Qianqian, how did you get the things?" Yang Yao shouted loudly.
Ye Qianqian opened her mouth wide, not knowing what to say.
Jiang Chen angrily glared at Ling Zhiran who was at the side, and said, "Ling Zhiran, what do you want to do?"
Ling Zhiran actually didn't expect things to be like this, he just didn't like Ye Qianqian. I don't like Ye Qianqian's indifferent personality, I don't like her laughing, and I don't like her going to the same school as me.
But Ling Zhiran has no choice. He can't decide the school's affairs.
There is no way to act like a baby with my mother, and there is no way to let the family stand out.
He still has to go to school.
Therefore, I often pretended to accidentally bump into Ye Qianqian, but today, when I bumped into Ye Qianqian, the props in Ye Qianqian's hand were scattered.
"I, I was also careless"
Jiang Chen sneered: "You are so careless, so many. How many times have you been careless? Have you forgotten what I said to you last time?"
At this moment, Ling Zhiran regained his composure, looked at Jiang Chen, and said loudly: "Jiang Chen, this is a matter between me and Ye Qianqian. What does this have to do with you? You fought with me a lot because of her since childhood. You're doing well!"
Jiang Chen's face changed, he didn't want to talk about this matter.
Looking back, I saw Ye Qianqian's strange eyes.
Too bad, I'm afraid I can't hide it.
Jiang Chen actually didn't want to hide it, but didn't he think about how to say it?
Jiang Chen had no choice but to solve the immediate matter first.
"Ling Zhiran, you have nothing but small reports!"
"It seems that the few punches I punched you that day were not hard enough!"
This seemed like a farce, and the students watched it with great interest.
But the school celebration was about to begin, and a group of people had to rush to the auditorium to get ready at the back of the auditorium.
But on the side of Class 1, Grade 2, it was gloomy.
With the props gone, I don't know how to continue this melodrama.
Yang Yao said coldly: "I told you, if you don't have the strength, don't do this. There is nothing wrong if you don't do it, and no one forced you to do it!"
Ye Qianqian didn't speak, although this matter was indeed forced by Li Tiange.
This thing was originally what Li Tiange should have taken.
Ye Qianqian is just to be a narrator, just hold the manuscript.
Ye Qianqian glanced at Li Tiange, but this time was not the time to talk about it.
When Li Tiange was stared at by Ye Qianqian, he panicked and said, "I was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, so I asked you to help me. I didn't ask you to hold it all the time.??¡¡±
Jiang Chen said suddenly: "Okay, at this time, it's not a matter of caring about anyone. This prop was made by ourselves, but now it's broken, just see if it can be repaired."
Chen Zhao checked and shook his head: "It's useless."
Jiang Chen said again: "Then bring back the tools, let's make some again. I remember that when I bought materials before, I bought some more on purpose. When I made props before, didn't there still be a lot left?"
Gu Feng said in a deep voice: "But there is not enough time. The school celebration will start soon, and our program is at the front, so there is not enough time."
Jiang Chen pondered, paused, and then said: "Well, let me talk to the host about the situation. This matter is not what we want. Let's change the order and move the show to the end."
Jiang Chen went to negotiate and came back soon.
"It's okay, let's switch to the later show, we have time."
Then someone went to get the props, and others had to familiarize themselves with the lines and sequence.
The props were quickly brought, and the students began to make them.
However, the props were not ready in a short while. By the time the school celebration was about to end, the props were still a little short and hadn't been finished yet.
Jiang Chen has no other choice, and the school celebration cannot be delayed.
Ye Qianqian thought about it, this matter also has its own problems, and she must find a way to solve it.
It's not easy to let the class program just give up, right?
Ye Qianqian suddenly thought that a house was being built next to the auditorium, and there was a lot of fine sand.
Ye Qianqian: "Let me delay for a while."
After finishing speaking, he walked towards the host without waiting for other students to speak.
After a while, when Ye Qianqian came back, he asked people to borrow things.
Soon, the host came to the stage: "I will invite Ye Qianqian, a student from Class 1, Grade 2, to bring a sand shadow painting, "Warrior of Hundred Flowers"!"
Ye Qianqian's fingers nimbly slid on the glass, turning the fine sand into flower Sailor Moons one by one, and a lot of fine sand into various sandstorms, sand scorpions and other monsters.
Jiang Chen looked at it with relish, and Ji Rui said with great interest: "I didn't expect that Ye Qianqian still has the ability."
However, Jiang Chen remembered that in his freshman year of high school, Ye Qianqian seemed to have brought the comics he drew with him once.
However, the plot I saw at that time seemed to have changed somewhat from this.
"Is it redrawn? Or modified?"
The principal also nodded, and the director beside him couldn't help sighing: "Your school is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I see, this girl is very good!"
Director Hao interjected: "This is the champion of the senior high school entrance examination the year before last, and now he is firmly ranked first in the school."
The director said with emotion: "Incheon is amazing. Over the years, it has sent many talents with both morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor to the country!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com