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Act I "The Sound of Music" 1

The first pass of this story originated five years ago.

"Xiang Guai, your transfer application has been approved on our side." Chu Ping came over from the desk. She wanted to pat the boy's shoulder, but when she met his quiet eyes, her hand All he could do was fall weakly, and landed lightly on his arm. "... In short, on behalf of the singing and dancing major of Huawu High School, I welcome you."

"Thank you." Bending to Guai's eyes, her eyelashes blinked slightly, showing a seemingly well-behaved smile. "Mr. Chu, please give me more advice in the next two years."

"Yes, it should." Chu Ping said that he was the head teacher, but he was actually a few years older than this group of students. She looked at the 17-year-old boy in front of her and wanted to say a lot, but in the end she just pushed her glasses and asked softly, "Do you know anything about our song and dance profession?"

Xiang Gu answered, "To be honest, no."

"Did you read the professional book?"

"To be honest, no."

"Uh ..." Chu Ping was helpless, but she was good-natured and explained kindly. "Our major in singing and dancing is mainly to train performers with a dance aesthetic. Singing, acting, and dancing are all important."

As she spoke, Xiang Gui stood there quietly, looking down at her.

Chu Ping sighed in his heart and looked at him unconsciously.

The seventeen-year-old boy is fully developed. Because of practicing dance from a young age, Xiang Guai's figure is very good. When he was admitted to the first place in the ballet profession by the Huawu High School at the age of eleven, his leg length exceeded 18 centimeters in the upper body. He was born to dance. He was very hard-working and very aura. Before his accident, the head of the Huawu Ballet Department had visited him many times, and the **** procedures had to be completed.

unfortunately……

Thinking of this, Chu Ping glanced vaguely at the boy's feet.

She softened her voice again and said, "In short, most of our students majored in acting after graduation. Now many of the" small flowers "and" fresh meat "are from our major! Of course, there is a small Some students went to the musical drama department ... Your application for transfer is written, do you want to apply for a musical drama in the future? "

"Well." Mentioning the future, Xiang Guai's eyes finally got glory. He did not want to give up dancing, but because of the accident that should not have happened, his feet lost the ability to jump on the stage. In the balance, the musical series is the only goal left on his long journey.

"That's good--" Chu Ping nodded. "You and your classmates have dropped too much in professional classes in the direction of acting. You must catch up with everyone as soon as possible. By the way, how many musicals have you seen now?"

"..."

Seeing his eyes flicker a little, Chu Ping guessed that he didn't do much homework.

"It's okay, you say it boldly." Chu Ping calmed him. "Either ten or twenty, or five or eight." She paused and asked suspiciously, "You won't even have one. Have you seen it? "

Xiang Guai said, "I have seen one."

"Oh? Which one?"

""sound of Music"."

"..." Chu Ping thought, if you just grab a primary school student, you will have seen the Sound of Music?

After completing the transfer formalities, Chu Ping took Xiang Guai towards the singing and dancing specialty classroom.

The Huawu High School is a residential system. Classes are held six days a week, and two days off before the end of the month. All students take three major classes a day. By the afternoon of the small class in culture, they are exhausted and exhausted.

Xiang Guai wondered where to pull out a piece of bubble gum, throw it in his mouth and chew, chew a few mouthfuls, blow a bubble, burst, and blow another.

Chu Ping heard the "snap" and "snap" softly, and wanted to stop it, but eventually swallowed it back.

The application to Guai's transfer department was approved by the school leader. Prior to him, there had never been any students in the school who had changed majors. The only ones who didn't jump well and couldn't keep up with the school's teaching progress were crying out of school.

When the school leader handed Xiang Guai's file to Chu Ping, he repeatedly told her: "You also know the child's condition. He was born on the stage, but unfortunately he had such a parent ... The school held a meeting to study for several days. I ca n’t bear to let his life go down like this, so I put him in your hands. At the beginning of this day, he will definitely have resistance, you must do enlightenment work well. "

Chu Ping is a young teacher. She could not have been her teacher in class, but the teacher in charge of this song and dance major was pregnant and expecting to give birth, so she pushed Chu Ping who had just graduated for a few years.

It is better to say that she is a teacher—when she graduated from the Chinese Dance High School, she heard that there was a dazzling little swan in the ugly duckling of the first day. Eye-catching ".

Art schools have always been a gathering place for handsome men and women, but as early as when Xiang Gu was 11 years old when he first stepped into the school, he could have older sisters who were several years older than him to go to the dance studio to watch.

The same practice clothes, the same long-handed, long-footed, small-faced physique, can be guessed to look better than everyone. They kindly called him the little ballet prince: when they lined up for lunch in the cafeteria, the aunt in the cafeteria would give him a spoonful of the flattest fish and plump shrimp; each time the TV station came to interview, he was also the one who appeared as a student representative. .

But it was such a proud and noble little prince, but after a year off school, he turned to song and dance major.

Immediately after the accident, the school leader sent someone to visit the hospital. I heard that Mr. Yang, who taught quality skills, cried all afternoon in the office after returning from the hospital.

Such a glorious future star, which is expected by everyone, has no time to bloom in the future.

Fortunately, Xiang Gui finally returned to campus. I just do n’t know, can he really fit into the new collective of song and dance profession?

Chu Ping led Xiang Gu into the classroom.

This is a self-study class. Of course, there is no difference between a self-study class without a teacher and a free activity class. String-seat, chat, backgammon playing backgammon in the field ...

But all this, after Xiang Guai entered the classroom, all stopped.

These lawless little guys seemed to be thrown into outer space with no oxygen and no sound. They could only open their mouths and looked awkwardly at the boy who entered the classroom.

Xiang Gui didn't let Chu Ping introduce, nor did Chu Ping introduce at all.

His name, his appearance, his dance, his story ... When he didn't know it, he had already put wings on the campus.

It's just that these young people have never thought about it. One day, they will become the classmates of the last legendary superior student Xiang Guai.

"That ... Xiang Gu, you sit in the third row." Chu Ping took care of him and pointed him to the best position in the class.

"Thank you teacher, but I like to sit at the back." Xiang Guai said, carrying his bag and walking to the last row.

Chu Ping was quite helpless, and she felt that Xiang Guai's actual character was completely different from the rumors.

But if you think about it, he has experienced such terrible things, and he is still in his sensitive adolescence, and his personality change is normal.

The window to the guessed seat, at the same table, was a girl with a rounded shape, with a small round face, which looked like an orange cat.

Xiang Gui threw the flat, empty schoolbag on the ground, and before sitting still, the round girl covered the desk and handed over a bag of spicy dried fish.

"I'm Kee." She said, "Come, eat!"

Xiang Guai took a look at the package of dried fish, and asked cautiously, "Don't take the liberty to ask, does the song and dance profession not need to measure body weight every week?"

Qi Yan's eyes stared roundly: "... You're so brave."

"..."

"The song and dance profession is not so strict," Qi said. "I heard that you do ballet once a week?"

"Yes," Xiang Guai said in a more ambiguous tone than he had just said, "as tall as you, girls' weight is controlled below 42 kg."

The girl sighed twice: "I have never seen this number on a weight scale, only on a thermometer."

"..." Xiang Guai thought he had a lot of words at this new table.

While they were chatting, the other students in the class had been buzzing. It's just that the head teacher was in the presence of the class. None of them dared to speak loudly, they all pressed into their throats, saying that they sounded like a bee, and they said that they looked awful like a fly.

When Chu Ping left, the class exploded directly.

Countless double eyes, and those whispering mouths after the eyes, like the continuous heavy rain in the middle of the night, stuck on Xiang Guai.

But Xiang Gu used to it.

This year he has become so used to the sight of regret and sadness.

Pretending not to hear them, he turned to look at his new table: "What are you listening to?" He pointed to the headphones on her ear.

Her cell phone was hidden in her trouser pocket, and a long black headphone cord was worn from the neckline of her uniform and hung on her ears by covering her hair.

Schools are not allowed to bring cell phones. When the class teacher came in, she tore the headphone cord off.

Qi Yan did not expect that the male **** on campus would take the initiative to talk to himself. She blushed a little and whispered, "You can't sue the teacher. I have been confiscated on three mobile phones-my favorite cv has finished the active radio drama. I'm listening to recording and broadcasting!"

"..."

This is really awesome. In one sentence, it touches the four knowledge blind spots of Xiang Guai.

What is cv, what is the active duty, what is a radio drama, and what is recording ft?

But Xiang Guai has always been proud of himself.

So he said in a very familiar and sophisticated tone: "It's a coincidence that I also like radio dramas."

"Really ?!" Qi Yan asked incredulously, "Which cv do you like?"

Xiang Gu hurriedly replied: "I don't chase a certain cv, but I know about those on the leaderboard."

If Qi Yun discusses the team, game, and star with him, he will answer in the same sentence.

Qi Yan was really bluffed by him. She looked at the ballet prince delicately like a ceramic doll, and then looked at the earphones she bought for ten dollars on the stand. After hesitating for a while, she handed out the earphones and asked, "Would you like to listen?"

The earphones lightly clasped on the boy's ears, and the rustling noise caused by poor-quality earphones made him frown subconsciously.

And in that second, a gentle, gentle male voice came from the headphones.

The sound spread through radio waves, penetrating time and space, like a thunder that was enough to split dark clouds, penetrated Xiang Guai's eardrums, and shocked his soul at the same time.

——Just stop joking with me, I'm really bad at singing, let me read a poem for everyone. From the "Voice of Music" episode "myfa / voritethings", for everyone. 2k novel reading network