"Stop!" the professor shouted, stood up and said, "Yes! Go back and prepare well! Be more coherent!"

He turned around and pointed at the boys and said, "Look at you, ah, look at you, and you will be moaning."

He suddenly had a light of inspiration and said, "It may be too monotonous to fight alone, after all, our stage is very big. Otherwise, you teach them, everyone will come together!"

Everyone: "..."

Zhao Zhuolu said: "I think it's good to show off my own style."

Another boy said, "I think so."

Zhao Zhuolu took the lead in applauding.

All living beings applauded immediately.

professor:"……"

The professor looked at them with contempt and waved his hand, "Okay, okay, go back and prepare, I'll report to you. I'll ask the Materials Academy to provide you with weapons, tell them what you want. You can do the background and do not waste your efforts."

All living beings said yes repeatedly, then nodded diligently and retreated.

Lian Sheng took out his brain and looked at it, and found that the Hundred-meter Flying Knife had just sent a few messages.

He said: "Your brother of Light Bulb has gone home after taking leave. I decided to have a holiday in the studio. I will contact you after New Year's Day."

Later, he sent her a red envelope.

"Have fun!"

Lian Sheng glanced at the date above. It was only mid-December, and they directly put it in mid-January.

She once again intuitively felt that technical workers are really profitable.

The boy who had been whimpering before was laughing at the moment: "My Military Academy is about to become famous!"

He reached out to try to hold Lian Sheng's hand, but was patted by the boy next to him: "Just worship him whatever he does. She has ten credits!"

Another person corrected: "There are more than ten credits, and there are more than 300 students in the third-level junior high school of our Military Academy, so there are more than 3,000 credits!"

Several people looked at her, as if a holy light shone from above their heads, and said in unison: "More than three thousand credits..."

Winning streak: "…"

The students lined up next to them looked at them as if they were mentally retarded.

Zhao Zhuolu said: "Let's go first, find a place to sit down and discuss it well."

They left the teaching building, found an idle pavilion outside, and sat down and planned it carefully.

Zhao Zhuolu said: "But there is something that the professor said is indeed correct. If there is only one person, the stage will be too big. You must use enough background to make up for it."

"I am very self-aware. It is impossible for us to practice this temporarily. The more people there are, the easier it is to get messy. It is also a mess when we go up." A boy said, "I think it can be compensated by modeling. The command system is B-type and help each other."

The boy said to Lian Sheng: "When the time comes, we will shine from below to make the shadow clearer. Then we can only intercept your figure, model it simultaneously, control the position, and create the momentum of thousands of troops for you!"

Everyone clapped their hands and agreed: "This one can be there."

Lian Sheng nodded. It sounded very powerful.

The boy turned his head and asked, "There are also backgrounds and weapons, winning streaks, do you have any ideas?"

Lian Sheng said: "This is really free. I can cooperate with you."

The boy was so handsome that he looked bloody and said, "Then I'll come as I imagined. Then I'll write a script for you to see. We will rehearse twice, and there should be no problem."

Lian Sheng understood halfway and continued to nod his head passively.

Everyone was lying on the table and began to fantasize about the beautiful scenes afterwards.

"I'll tell you the only one. Nowadays, ancient martial arts are almost lost, and there are not many people who study them seriously. Our military academy will definitely become a legend."

"The next session will be difficult."

"Who cares about them? We are seniors. In life, we always have to grow up through experience. Seniors are to become one of their experiences in life."

Zhao Zhuorui sat next to him, pushed Lian Sheng and said, "Your points are too low."

"..." Lian Sheng said heartbrokenly, "Why did you treat me like this?"

Zhao Zhuoluo: "No, I mean, if you have such a low score, it may not be easy to graduate normally. But if you show your face, you may be selected. Every year, the military department is very willful, one is watching next year's inter-school league and the other is watching our school's New Year's Day party. Ancient martial arts is a very good gimmick. It performs well here and you will reach the final next year. There should be no problem. If you have any ideas and requirements, tell us, and we will try our best to cooperate with you."

Winning Stream: "I understand. Thank you."

They just dispersed here and returned to the dormitory in a row.

After the three roommates came back, they couldn't wait to ask, "Have you chosen?"

Stream nodded: "I've chosen."

Roommate C applauded desperately: "Wow, you are so awesome! I will definitely cheer you downstairs and set the pace!"

Winning streak: "Thank you."

Roommate A clenched his fist and said, "I'll go to our college to promote it, after all, you are the light of our materials!"

In the next half month, Stream Win took time out and rehearsed several times with the people in the academy.

Because there are too many people on stage reservations, they don’t get a long time. In the end, almost all of them are used to adjust the background. The technical workers of the junior command department have loaded a lot of materials from the Internet and are determined to make it into an epic work.

After the background was finalized, I chose a place at will and let Lian Sheng arrange the movements by himself.

Because they were too complicated, they only chose four ornamental and well-known weapons.

Finally, the school chose to hold a New Year's Day party on Friday night.

On that day, the Alliance University opened its doors, and there were endless vehicles and many people in the society.

Ms. Lin Lie was also invited and sent her a message the day before, saying that she would come to the party, and then picked her up to go home in the evening and asked her to pack up her things in advance.

Invited guests watched live performances in the theater, and students watched three-dimensional live broadcasts in the playground.

When it was almost their turn to the Military Academy, several students in charge of the background prepared with her in the background. The teacher in charge next to her kept urging her.

The boy pressed his brain and took a deep breath and said, "Don't be nervous, Sister Lian, don't be nervous!"

Lian Sheng played with the sword in his hand, and said without raising his head: "I'm not nervous."

"It's time for you, Military Academy." The teacher patted Lian Sheng's back and said, "I'll leave the stage to you, come on!"

Stream wins strides to the stage.

She was wearing a white long gown and a pair of black boots. She was wearing a belt around her waist. Her short hair was sparsely removed from behind, revealing her smooth forehead.

She stood in the middle of the stage with a long sword in her left hand, and clasped her fists to everyone.

The audience below whispered to each other and said curiously: "What is this? Play? There are still such projects in League University?"

"Only one person? Are there stage plays?"

"Why didn't I write it on the program list specifically, I only wrote about the ancient martial arts selection."

"Is he a little girl? Military Academy? Haha why don't you fight military boxing this year?"

Lin Lie narrowed his eyes and looked forward. He felt that the girl looked familiar.

The lights dimmed and the sound became less and less. Everyone was sitting and looking at the stage.

At this time, the background was changed to a fiery red maple leaf forest. Lian Sheng raised his left hand upwards, pushed the sword out of the scabbard, and swung his body, beautifully holding the sword in his hand.

Then his wrist shook and the sword body danced forward like a water snake. The metal sword body emitted a cool light, and then stabbed a fallen leaf.

She turned around and slashed. It was the sound of the sword energy breaking through the wind. In an instant, the maple leaves on the ground were swept out of an arc, and the sword was as sharp as a bamboo shoot. Suddenly, it turned around and stabbed to her left.

The same figure appeared at the position she had just stood.

At first, everyone thought it was dazzled, but then they remembered that this was modeling.

The red leaves fell one after another, and two thin figures seemed to be surging through them. The silver light shone, and the sword shadow flew. At the point of the sword, the red leaves dispersed.

Suddenly the figure accelerated the attack, and the wind swept the fallen leaves in front rushed towards her, as if to swallow her. The sword flew around and swung down with one sword, as if it was falling.

True as ancient poems say:

"Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, and was as sharp as the emperors flying dragons.

It comes like thunder and furious, and it stops like the clear light of the river and sea."

Suddenly, the sword was withdrawn.

She turned around and shot her sword at the shelf behind the stage.

The roar of applause rang out directly.

This is real swordsmanship! I didn’t expect it to be so shocking!

Lian Sheng hooked his toes and another weapon appeared in her hands.

It's a knife!

The background fades away, and a new scene emerges like a wave of water.

The clouds are low and the evening is low, and the snow dances back to the wind.

The figure in white put the big knife in her hand and stood on the snow covered with silver. Snowflakes fell layer by layer and floated on the sword that was spread across her.
To be continued...