Chapter 117 Love You

The art performance is in progress, and the students watching the show are in high spirits and shout loudly from time to time, and the atmosphere is really warm.

In sharp contrast to the warm atmosphere between the students, on the second floor of the theater, there were a few teachers in groups of three or two, watching the students' performance quietly, and occasionally a low voice came from the sound of the conversation.

In the first row of the second floor seat, a middle-aged woman in her thirties, wearing glasses, showing some literary and artistic self-study. The one who smiled and spoke beside him was Wu Wenquan, the vice principal of No. 8 Middle School.

"Haha, Director Huang, I'm sorry, I don't know if you suddenly came to check the work and did not prepare anything. If you were not well received, please forgive me." Wu Wenquan said.

Director Huang pushed his glasses and looked at the fruits, hot tea, pastries and other things prepared for her in front of him. He smiled indifferently, "Principal Wu, you are so serious, but in fact there is no need for these. I came here just to see how low the children of our No. 8 Middle School are. If you tell you the news in advance, it is inevitable that the teachers and students will pay attention to it. If you feel pressured in your heart, how can you see the children's true level with such a performance? This is one of them.

Secondly, I also want to see if there are any good seedlings with potential in literature and art. In a short time, I will be in the province's literary and art competition again..."

As he said that, Director Huang sighed, "Alas, although he talks about quality education and quality education every year, both schools and parents only focus on the children's grades. Good grades are everything. Many children, who are obviously very talented in literature or performance, are forced to become machines that only learn, and their hobbies and specialties have been scrapped. The great seedlings have been strangled to death before they sprout. It's a pity, pitiful. If this continues, I'm afraid that this department of the Education Department, the Sports, Health, Literature and Art Education Department, can be cancelled."

Director Huang’s words are sincere. She does feel sorry for these children nowadays. The children nowadays are too tired. Just as children of the same age abroad work hard for their dreams and sweat, the children in China are like pets kept in captivity and have no freedom at all.

This is the general environment of domestic education. Nothing is important except for grades. Many children have great potential for art development, but due to their troublesome studies, they cannot sing and dance to the fullest. When they have been busy with the most important college entrance examination, the most precious time in their lives has passed. As an old teacher engaged in literary and artistic education, Director Huang feels distressed.

Looking at Director Huang's bad expression, Wu Wenquan never thought that she felt sorry for these children who were tired of studying, and just thought that she was dissatisfied with her hospitality.

Wu Wenquan laughed dryly and said hurriedly, "Well, Director Huang, you can watch the show first. The environment here is a little worse. But it doesn't matter. I booked a private room in Bafu Building. Tonight, Director Huang will ask more advice and criticize our school's work."

But just as she was talking, Director Huang's attention was attracted by the newly-launched girls on the stage. She could not hear Wu Wenquan's words clearly. She waved her hand impatiently, "Principal Wu, it's not easy to give me some advice and criticism, but at least you have to let me watch the performance so that I can know what level the children are, right?"

Wu Wenquan couldn't see Director Huang's impatientness, so he could only laugh twice, "Then Director Huang, you can watch it first, and then talk about it after watching the show..." After that, he also focused on the performance on the stage and stopped talking.

The conversation between the two men was heard by two female teachers not far away. One of the younger teachers pulled a colleague next to him, "Teacher Li, who is that woman? It seems that he doesn't even buy Principal Wu's face."

The older teacher replied, "That was from the Provincial Department of Education, and he was responsible for the literature and art."

"Oh, literature and art? Isn't there any real power? Is Principal Wu so nervous?" said the young teacher in confusion.

"You have just graduated for a while, of course you don't know. Although the Literature and Art Education Department has no great power, if you curry favor with them, it will be of great benefit to school publicity and enrollment. They have the final say on which place there are performances and which school will produce programs.

Have you heard of "Happy Girls"? Even if there are many female contestants in it, they recommend it. As long as students from any school can walk around the TV program, the school's popularity will grow faster. Red Army Middle School knows it? There was a girl with a good singing girl two years ago, and she participated in the selection competition. Although she only entered the top 16 in the country, the number of students enrolled in the second year of their school will be thirty percentage points higher?"

"Ah, so painful..." The young teacher's young face was full of surprise. "I heard that there is a girl who dances very well in the third year of high school in our school. If she also goes to a talent show, then will our school also..."

She said halfway, but was interrupted by another teacher, "Okay, okay, I'm just telling you, you're getting more and more excited. How much school enrolls and how well-known it is, it's all about the principal and director. What does it have to do with our ordinary teachers? Just teach your homework honestly. Now, let's watch the show first..."

"Oh, too..."

...

At this time, five beautiful girls dressed like high school students in island anime, standing pretty on the stage. She was wearing a plain shirt, a sleeveless sweater, and a small tie on her collar. The beige miniskirt was only half of her thighs, and the knee-length stockings made their legs look longer and straight. The five girls were dressed exactly the same, with their hair different in shapes. The girl standing in front had the most peculiar hair shape, and her two carrot-like braids were curiously permed, giving people a lively feeling - in fact, the people off the stage had already seen her, and she was also the female host of this literary performance, and at this time she had just changed her clothes.

But she was in a good mood just now, but she seemed to have suffered some blow. At this time, her eyes were dull and her face was dull, showing her bad mood at this moment.

After seeing five young and energetic girls on the stage, they started screaming. At this time, they seemed to have noticed the girl's depressed mood, and the cheering voices slowly slowed down.

"Hey, Beibei, Beibei, don't be distracted."

Hearing the voice of her friend Liu Meiying coming from behind, Mi Beibei came to her senses and reluctantly moved her eyes staring at the entrance of the theater. How she hoped that the person she wanted to see the most would suddenly appear there, but the facts were far from as beautiful as she imagined. Until she stood here, she had to start performing, and Mu Fei's figure did not appear. Mi Beibei only felt that everything she did was meaningless and could not raise any motivation.

"Actually... I acted in this show mainly to thank someone..." Mibeibei held the microphone, looked at the floor of the stage with her eyes, and said softly and weakly. The audience in the audience really cooperated with her, and even the shouts stopped, waiting for her to say something below.

"He is not strong, but very brave, not handsome, but very confident. He can't find any advantage at first glance, but he has an inexplicable attraction, making people unable to help approach him. He is such a strange person. And he is very kind. When I was threatened by bad people, he risked the revenge of bad people... to save me..."

At this time, the audience was silent. Mi Beibei was not prepared at all, but just spoke nonsense from the feeling, but this unprepared "truth" made the audience feel the "lost" in her heart at this moment.

Lin Ruoyi in the audience couldn't help but hold her hands tightly when she heard her words. Others didn't know who Mi Beibei was talking about and what was going on, but she and Li Ling knew clearly.

The person she said was Mu Fei, and her words showed no disguise on her favor for Mu Fei.

Does she like Mu Fei too? Lin Ruoyi couldn't help asking in her heart.

Li Ling turned her head and looked at Lin Ruoyi in a daze, sighed helplessly, and dipped Lin Ruoyi's head, "Silly girl, my sister has said it a long time ago, let's go first? I know I'm anxious this time."

Mi Beibei on the stage said a few words randomly, feeling disappointed, but she didn't dare to continue talking anymore. She knew that if she continued talking, she would be afraid that she would be unable to help crying again. By then, there would be no need to act anymore.

After a few seconds of ease, Mibeibei smiled as a self-deprecatingly and said with a smile, "Dear teachers and classmates, I just feel too disappointed and said something unrestrained. Sorry, it will no longer affect everyone's time. Next, please enjoy the song and dance brought to you by Class 1 and 3 of High School..."

Mi Beibei was halfway through the words, but she was stunned. Then she almost burst into tears. She saw the boy carrying the guitar, who appeared in the theater for some reason, was gently waving her hand to her, saying that this person was not the senior Mu Fei she had been looking forward to.

Seeing Mu Fei waved to him, Mi Beibei was very happy at this time, and he didn't care about standing on the stage. His eyes were filled with tears, and he waved his hand to Mu Fei hard to respond, as if he was afraid that Mu Fei would not see it.

The audience on the field naturally noticed Mi Beibei's abnormality and immediately followed her gaze and looked at Mu Fei.

Mu Fei was stunned. He was just concerned about watching Mi Beibei's program. He hurriedly ran here to see that Mi Beibei was standing on the stage and had not started performing yet.

While Mu Fei was still glad that he was not late, he didn't know that Mi Beibei had already made a bold speech with half thanks and half confessions in front of all the classmates in the school.

At this time, seeing Mi Beibei's cloudy and clear face, no matter how stupid people know, Mu Fei is the "he" in Mi Beibei's mouth. Now Mu Fei can basically be said to be known to everyone in No. 8 Middle School. When some fun students saw that it was Mu Fei, they actually raised their fists and started to cheer, shouting "Brother Violent" and "Brother Violent".

The more people started to coax, and finally the sound became loud and thoughtful. Mu Fei couldn't laugh and cry, so he had to wave his hand to Mi Beibei and signal her to perform quickly. He hurried to the area of ​​Class 1, Grade 3. When he saw that Lin Ruoyi had an empty seat, he quickly sat there, lowered his head, and avoided those hot gazes.

And just then, Mibeibei seemed to be reborn, with depression and disappointment all gone, and a bright smile appeared on her face again. She held the microphone and said loudly, "Please enjoy the song and dance brought to you by Class 1 and 3 of High School - "Love You"..."

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