Before the May Day holiday, the first ancient poetry competition of a high school was in full swing.
All liberal arts students in three grades can participate. The judges and teachers used the evening self-study time to go through rounds of screening and finally selected ten students to enter the finals.
The game is scheduled for May 3rd, and reporters from the city TV station have made preparations early to broadcast it live.
"Please help me see if the powder on your face has fallen off?"
What is shocking is that Jin Xiaohui broke through many difficulties and entered the finals.
Surprise, absolute surprise, even if she didn't get the ranking, she was still on TV!
Her mother had already passed the news to her seven aunts and eight aunts, and they would all be in front of the TV at six o'clock in the evening on May 3rd to watch her game.
There was no prescribed clothing for the contestants, so Jin Xiaohui specially asked her mother to prepare a red skirt, her cheeks were rouged, and she had them tied into a pair of ponytails with a red flower on top. When she appeared, she almost blinded Director Guo.
"Why are you dressed like this? It's so ugly. Go and wash your face."
"Director Guo, doesn't this look good? Today's society encourages individuality to be shown, and you can't restrict me with your old eyes."
As expected of a liberal arts student, he talks a lot and talks a lot of fallacies. These are all accumulated from his long-term intrigues with classmates.
She was angry because Director Guo had more important things to attend to, so he left her in a hurry after just a few words.
Su Jian is back. We had communicated with her last night that she and Zhong Li would sit at the judges' table as special guests.
The auditorium of a high school was also designed by Su Jian. The audio equipment and lighting facilities were donated by Pengcheng Group.
An invitation was sent to the parents of a high school student for this final, and a total of 500 parents were invited to sit in the audience.
Zhang Hui did not participate. Watching the TV station staff busy setting up camera positions, testing microphones, and adjusting lights, she, like other students, regretted not signing up.
If she signed up to participate, how could anything happen to Jin Xiaohui?
However, Jin Xiaohui also worked hard. I heard that her parents supported her participation in the competition and bought her a lot of Tang poetry and Song lyrics. During the preliminary competition days, she memorized poetry in class and after class.
Jealousy, crazy jealousy, why doesn't she have such a good life?
During the May 1st seven-day holiday, her parents did not allow her to go out and asked her to do farm work at home.
Her younger brother is fifteen years old this year. He has grown into a big boy. He spends all day doing nothing, does not study hard, hangs out with some hooligans in the town, and does no farm work at all.
She found an excuse tonight and ran out secretly. If she had known that the TV station would come to record the video, she would have signed up to participate. Such a good opportunity would have been wasted.
He Xin held her schoolbag and said "I'm sorry" all the way, then squeezed over from the other side and sat next to her.
"Here, the snacks I bought for you."
Zhang Hui looked around in panic, "Isn't your mother here?"
"I didn't give her the invitation."
"What if the TV cameras catch us?"
"It's okay, I prepared a hat."
Zhang Hui was not satisfied at all. She touched her schoolbag and asked, "Puffed food again?"
"Last time I saw that you liked potato chips, so I bought ten more packs."
Are you sick? Ten packs are more than 20 yuan. Can he give the money to himself?
"I won't eat it, you can take it back."
"What's wrong? Are you angry with me?"
"No."
"But you look unhappy."
"Have you told me yet?" Zhang Hui pouted her mouth irritably.
Seeing this, He Xin took out something from her pocket, folded it into a square shape, and stuffed it into her hand.