Zhang Xiaofan also quickly adjusted his mood.
Watch the party with an appreciative attitude.
Because he knew that this might really be his last.
Can really realize that this kind of campus life is beautiful and peaceful.
The first program is the large-scale folk dance "Splendid China" specially organized by the school of performance of Wuzhou University for this graduation party.
A large group of Yingyan, wearing Chinese ethnic costumes.
Stepping on the beat of music, singing and dancing, people feel pleasant.
The second program is by the school's heroes.
Wuzhou university is also worthy of the first school grass Xuanyuan Yunqing.
"You at the same table" by Lao Lang.
In itself, Xuanyuan Yunqing is one of the most popular in the school.
In addition, all kinds of buff auras are more powerful.
In short, this song can be said to be a direct fan of those primary school girls who adore him.
And the atmosphere of the graduation party, to a new high. Tide!
The third is language, crosstalk program performance
The fourth is the art performance department's sketch program.
It has to be said that this sketch program is quite funny.
Especially the students in the performance department, their acting skills are still online.
From time to time, we can make the students and teachers in the auditorium smile.
“...”
Graduation party is still lively, with the passing of each program.
Soon came the end of the graduation party.
At this time, Qian Wenyi, who had been sitting beside Zhang Xiaofan, was more or less sleepy.
At this time, it was like a tightly wound puppet, sitting up straight.
He patted Zhang Xiaofan's arm while excitedly pointing to the curtain that had not been opened on the stage.
Some excited incoherent, the road.
"Xiao Fan, my goddess, my goddess, she will be on the stage soon!"
"Ha ha..."
Looking at the side just because Shen Qianyue is about to appear, and excited some blushing Qian Wenyi.
Zhang Xiaofan can't help but feel graceful.
I can't help sighing in my heart. Are you old?
I always feel that I can't keep up with the rhythm of this little fat man.
In Zhang Xiaofan's heart, Qian Wenyi is full of expectation.
Luo Yurou then stood on the stage and said with a smile:
"Obviously, everyone has been waiting for a long time."
"Next, let's invite Shen Qianyue, a senior in our performance college, to sing a warm lyric song" little luck "for you.
Shen Qianyue's name is like a deep-water bomb.
Directly pushed the already hot auditorium atmosphere to a new peak.
Almost everyone's male classmates, at this time, have been clamoring up.
One by one, or shouting Shen Qianyue's name.
Or you're clapping!
In short, this sudden atmosphere makes Zhang Xiaofan feel like he is in Shen Qianyue's solo concert.
Let him feel quite surprised.
"It's worthy of being the school flower of the performance Academy. It's really not popular!"
When Zhang Xiaofan thought of this, he could not help shaking his head, laughing and sighing.
Zhang Xiaofan is chatting with Qian Wenyi without a word, and his eyes are just looking at the stage.