Chapter 57：

"Old class is here with clothes, everyone quickly change clothes! Don't break it, this is what I rented hard." The female squad leader with a ponytail came in, carrying two large bags of clothes in her hand, nagging Talking interrupted Jiang Mingqin's thoughts.

Everyone swarmed up immediately, took their own number of clothes and changed them, the boys were driven to the toilet, the girls stayed in the classroom, closed the curtains and put on them.

Every time when the sports meets, it is time for the eight immortals to cross the sea and show their magical powers. The rare carnival makes the enthusiasm of the whole school soar. This year, they are not to be outdone in the first and fifth classes. They plan to follow the theme of the Republic of China, and the girls wear blue. In school uniforms, the boys wore long gowns and gowns, vowing to compare Gege and the elder brothers in the next class with a clear and bookish air.

"Has everyone changed?" The female squad leader repeatedly urged, her face very nervous, "Move faster! We are going to enter the venue, and we will follow our previous rehearsal position! We are freshmen, and we must walk in front of the school. You can't be ashamed in front of the senior elder sister!"

Someone wailed: "Squad leader, don't talk about it, the more you talk, the more nervous I get!"

"No way, I'm also nervous." The female squad leader clutched her heart and looked around. "Where are classmates Yin Minglu and Jiang Mingqin who are in the lead? Haven't changed their clothes yet?" This is the first time she organized since she started high school. Don't go wrong with the activity!

"Come, here! They changed their clothes! Squad leader, we can go out!"

"Brand, brand! Zheng Jiangning, hold up the brand!"

After a rush, with the rehearsal experience the day before yesterday, the class quickly recovered orderly, and they walked out amid the loud broadcast.

"The autumn is high and the sun is high, and the colorful flags are flying on the sports field. In this light and cloudy day, we are now approaching us from the Republican phalanx from the first and fifth grades of high school. Their slogan is: a young student, beautiful and vigorous. Watch me give directions to Fang Qiu and scold Fang Qiu, the future belongs to our stage!" The host's voice was loud, and when he uttered his lines, he was also full of enthusiasm and excitement.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the phalanx that was about to step out, and so was the audience. After seeing a group of elder brothers and even the eunuchs and the emperor Lafayette's phalanx, everyone's interest was completely lifted.

Yin Zhongyuan is not interested in what these young children are tossing about "cospy". He is wearing a suit and lazily squinting his eyes, until he hears the words "Grade One and Five", he stabs his brother's elbow to remind him Said: "Baby is coming out, my camera is here, get it now!"

Hearing this, Yin Yunqiu looked far away, and he saw his youngest son in the crowd.

The children in their class are very special. The girls wear blue blouses, black long skirts, white socks and black leather shoes. Hair or pretty short hair or two braids are unspeakable and graceful. The boys are dressed up in long coats and gowns, or dressed in a straight black Zhongshan suit, which is full of vigor and vitality.

The headed boy has red lips and white teeth. He wears a dark robe with soft eyebrows under his black hair. He wears a pair of old-fashioned western glasses on his face, with a smile on his face, almost like a firefly in the night. Just one glance, Can attract everyone's attention, many people immediately issued a stunning voice.

The girl next to him is also very beautiful, wearing a lavender cheongsam, clinging to a paper umbrella, frowning, and looking melancholy, like a "lilac-like girl" coming out of a textbook. The two people's natural temperament of the times has aroused Everbright's praise, and the teachers are full of praise.

If Yin Minglu's handsome looks attracted the attention of most girls, then Jiang Mingqin's innocence and delicacy with weak Liu Fufeng and no fandai made the eyes of the boys in the audience straight.

In the stadium filled with voices, Yin Yunqiu's eyes were restrained, and he kept watching the headed boy until the other party led the classmates behind him and gradually disappeared from his sight.

I felt stunned, thinking that the little boy who used to crawl on him when he was lively, and put his little face on his chest when he was quiet, really grew up, he still remembered to hold the child. In his arms, the fleshy, warm touch, embracing each other as if the years are peaceful. Every time he looked at that smiling face that seemed to have gathered sunlight, his exhaustion after working all day would be wiped away. In a blink of an eye, the child faded away from his immaturity, and his stature was gradually raised like a wicker twig, like a gentle jade, blooming in the crowd.

In the life of the other party, many people gradually appeared, including friends, classmates, teachers, and all kinds of characters. His father's existence is gradually shrinking. He is not lost, but when the child grows up, he always has to take his time. Let go, this may be the only way for every parent.

——The tall father protects the weak children, and the children gradually grow up, and sooner or later they will support the aging father. This is a kind of strength to care for and accompany each other over the years.

He thought, now that the child is under sixteen, he still can’t rest assured. He will live to be at least sixty years old. He will support a sky for the child whose shoulders are still slightly thin, and see that child marry a wife and have children. Completely relieved.

As if telepathically, sensing Yin Yunqiu's gaze in the audience, Yin Minglu suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of his father. After seeing people, his mouth bends, he winks his eyebrows, purss his lips, and blows a kiss to them. All of a sudden, the beautiful scroll has no temperament, but like a mischievous bad boy. Yin Zhongyuan, who was being filmed, was amused, and the corners of Yin Yunqiu's straight mouth curled up slightly.

He wanted to remind the youngest son that the head teacher and school leaders were staring at him, and the local TV station's camera also recorded his performance. Looking back, he might be called by the teacher to go to the office for tea. Thinking of the pitiful look that the child might have been trained by the teacher to lower his head, his eyes filled his eyes with a small smile.

Seeing this scene, the Jiang family, who were sitting not far from the Yin family, couldn't help but laugh.

Originally, their attention was focused on the daughter who had been more brilliant in recent years, but gradually, their eyes were attracted by the teenager next to her daughter. Seeing him walking gracefully with his back, seeing him with great demeanor, speech and demeanor. Seeing him with handsome appearance and clear eyes, as if he was really like a beautiful teenager from the Republic of China full of poems and books, with a temperament like Lang Lang sun and the moon, his heart could not help but be filled with love.

They thought to themselves that their daughter, a male classmate, is also very good. Standing next to her daughter is not only not inferior, but it is even better. It is said that good people are always sympathetic, and my daughter will get better in the future if she gets along with such people.

Only Jiang Mingyao frowned and looked at the young man with glasses in amazement. He always felt that the other party was amazingly familiar. Just for a moment, the other party looked back and smiled, making him seem to see the shadow of his father when he was young. In their family's photo album, when Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were young, they also took a group of wedding photos from the Republic of China period. At that time, Jiang's father's dress was very elegant and gentle, which was actually somewhat similar to that of a teenager.

The water glass in his hand shook and almost spilled water. After returning to his senses, he rubbed his temples and sneered, wondering if he was dazzled by the sunlight.

So I didn't dare to think about it, but the boy's face was still imprinted in his heart, and ripples appeared.

At the lively and busy sports meeting the next day, the entire school knew that the first-year senior man named Yin Minglu was very sturdy and thin, but his physical fitness was amazing. He was calm and relaxed without sweating after running five kilometers. Yes, the hair doesn't seem to be messy.

Tender gun, good guy, it broke the record. The jumping ability is even more amazing, jumping higher than that of a sports student. Every record is refreshed. Seeing that guy is surrounded by several layers of girls, many people are suspicious of life.

For three whole days, the boy was in the limelight. Jiang Mingqin was frustrated, seeing the other person appearing on local TV stations countless times, and his heart was irritated. Every time a teenager's highlight performance appeared, the camera stayed away, and there was no shadow of others at all, and she was almost pierced by the screams of her classmates' eardrums.

The girls screamed and jumped, too excited, rushing to quench each other's thirst. Sometimes she dragged her to go together, the reputation is that we are a group.

God knows, who wants to send water to each other? She couldn't wait to pour water on the other party, cursing in her heart, why didn't the other party fall while running, why did she run faster and faster? Is this still a human? Not only did the opponent not make mistakes, they even performed better and better.

It's all because of her useless mother who was kicked out by the Yin family because she was so profuse to be with other men. Otherwise, how good was it to raise the other person like she did in her previous life? How to make the other party have a healthier body than her in the previous life, unlike her, it looks like a long life. Thinking of this, Jiang Mingqin's heart felt like a sigh of relief.

Everyone looked at each other, including the mayor's son, whom she had been paying attention to. She also often fixed her gaze on the teenager, as if she was unconsciously attracted. This made Jiang Mingqin very uneasy, for fear that her efforts would be invalidated during this period of time. , So I racked my brains to find a topic to divert the other's attention.

To her fortunately, Yin Minglu is still a mortal, not a monster with three heads and six arms. He doesn't know how to ecstasy. It is already staggering to take over ten competitions by one person, and he hasn't taken more projects.

With the end of the lively sports meeting, the Mid-Autumn Festival also began.

Many parents and leaders were sitting in the audience, and the photographers of the local TV station were here at the request of the school leaders. Three trophies were placed in front of the principal, ready to be awarded to the champion, runner-up and runner-up who performed the best on the show.

Jiang Mingqin smiled eagerly. Her time has finally come. The skills she has worked so hard since she was a child are to make a blockbuster and stand out on these high-profile stages.

After performing in the first few nondescript and purely round-up classes, her repertoire soon arrived. Amidst the sound of hot music, she swayed her skirt and stepped onto the stage with her male partner's hand.

Jiang Mingqin dances Latin dance, she actually can also ballet, but she thinks ballet is too elegant and not suitable for mobilizing the atmosphere. The students may find it boring and bored, so after thinking about it, she still chooses the passionate and lively one. Latin.

Latin dance is a kind of athletic dance. It has a strong style, which tests the dancer’s skills and requires a strong explosive power. She is inherently frail and has less physical fitness than Yin Minglu. After the complete dance, she may be exhausted, but she doesn’t care. .

She wants everyone's eyes to be on her, only for her, only her in the eyes! Thinking that after the dance tonight, she is likely to become famous throughout the school. Young Master Chen's eyes may be hot and hot. Without the slightest shadow of Yin Minglu, her heart is surging and uncontrollable.

The **** the stage really attracted all the attention of the audience. She was wearing a tight black dress that was exposed, and her swaying hem was blooming like a flower. With the passionate dance steps, two white and straight long legs and the Yingyingyi The slender waist that he held firmly occupies everyone's field of vision, making people almost forget the male companion who has no sense of existence like a wooden stake.

Not to mention, the girl’s small face with big palms, big and moist eyes, long wavy hair, how exquisite facial features are, like a **** fairy in the night, completely different from the non-sticky powder during the day. , It is easy for men to develop a strong desire for protection and purity. The strong double-sided contrast of the Yiren caused whistles and constant noises in the audience, and even the school leaders could not suppress it when they were there.

"Cough cough." The cough of the school leader was like a small stone thrown into the sea, and was instantly overwhelmed by the overwhelming shouts of applause.

A fast-paced Latin dance has completely turned this beauty into a well-deserved campus goddess and the most beautiful school flower in the minds of boys in one fell swoop.

After the dance, Jiang Mingqin panted and was supported by her male partner. He barely had any strength, his face turned pale, and he returned to his position, seeing everyone around him staring at her, as if she was peerless. The dancing posture was conquered, and she was amazed by her appearance.

In the love of boys of the same age and the jealousy of girls of the same age, she can't express the pride in her heart. This is what she deserves.

"Are you okay?" Young Master Chen cared gently, his tone softer by three degrees than during the day.

She shook her head, with a sickly blush on her cheeks, she smiled timidly and said: "It's okay, I'll just take a rest."

"You are too reluctant. Don't try to do anything in the future. Why do you always count on you for the honor of your class? You are too soft in your heart to agree to any request." Young Master Chen did not approve of the authenticity, his expression was cold, for the girl's strength. Distressed.

"Don't say that. Everyone is responsible for the honor of the class. I am also a member of the class. They really can't help it. They can't send people. They can only ask me."

Mr. Chen shook his head helplessly, witty words for the girl to favor her classmates, which were gentle and kind and pitiful.

What he didn't know was that class honor had nothing to do with dancing. This physically-consuming dance was requested by the other party. At the beginning, the monitor called for someone with special skills in the class to take the initiative to stand up and win the honor for the class, but no one came forward, so Jiang Mingqin pretended to "self-recommend" under the instigation of a girlfriend. Everyone knew that she could play the piano, so they were all pleased. accepted.

Unexpectedly, the other party was planning to dance. It really shocked their eyes. For countless times, they worried that the other party would jump and fainted on the stage. They persuaded the girls to change the show, but for some reason, the other party refused to agree.

What Jiang Mingqin thought was that although I started playing the piano at the age of three, I gave up for a while and only picked it up at the age of eight, because she usually concentrates on dancing, interrupting, painting, and learning, and she can’t specialize in piano at all. , So the piano level is actually average.

When she heard that the senior school girl in high school was going to perform piano at the Mid-Autumn Festival, and that the other party came from a music family and was heavily influenced, and the piano professional level was almost tenth grade, she decisively gave up her plan to play the piano and changed to her good Latin. , Save the time to take the humiliation.

As she had expected, she succeeded in making a blockbuster, and presumably the performance of the schoolgirl from the third year of high school would not be able to win her limelight.

And where is Yin Minglu? You know that your former suitor can now sit next to me and give me a cold call. Where are you? The girl lowered her head, and the smile at the corner of her mouth showed a trace of contentment in a place that no one could see, and when she raised it again, it became soft and harmless again.

She really wanted to see the other person’s expression at the moment, was it like a loser, she could only look up at her performance on the stage, so she found a female classmate in the same class, and pretended to ask unintentionally: "What about classmate Yin Minglu, why didn’t you see? To him?"

The female classmate said: "Oh, he should be preparing to perform in the background."

What performance? He actually wants to perform, why doesn't she know? Jiang Mingqin's face became stiff, and there was a feeling that things were about to be out of control.

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