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At the end of February, the weather has not yet warmed up. Lin fengxu stood on the main table wearing a thin school uniform. He was stunned to finish the whole song "young rose" without changing his face in the cold wind. During this period, he did not have a sound.

After a song was sung, the shivering students wrapped in school uniforms pulled their hands out of their sleeves and clapped.

"Good! Good singing

Lin Feng Xu seems to live in two worlds with everyone. Even if the zipper of the school uniform is open, he calmly walks up the stairs with his waist and shoulders, and hands over the microphone to his classmates shivering in the cold wind.

After singing, Lin fengxu was dancing.

The dancing students are ready on the stage, and Lin fengxu is also ready to go back to the dormitory for a rest.

Now it's just over four o'clock. The last class in the afternoon ends at half past five, but he doesn't want to go to that class.

"Lin fengxu!" The student in charge of the Art Festival party suddenly stopped him.

Lin fengxu stopped to look at his classmates, a suit of clothes was stuffed in his arms.

"This is the dress you need to wear for singing in the evening. You can go to the toilet behind the main table to change it now and see if it is suitable."

In charge of the festival party is the director of the school's literature and art department. She is a senior two girl who likes to wear a double horsetail. Her name is Song poetry.

Song poetry is a small talk, obsessive-compulsive disorder is particularly serious, when you talk to everyone, you must make everything clear, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable.

"We looked at the weather forecast when we ordered the clothes. It said that the temperature was warmer today, and we didn't choose heavy clothes to look good. So although the clothes are two pieces, the coat and the T-shirt inside are summer style, which may be a little thin. You can change them in the back, and let's see the effect of the change."

Lin fengxu frowned impatiently, "in this case, why don't you just ask me to change it during the rehearsal?"

Song poetry is not afraid of this famous school bully and school grass, bent down and found a blue and white flower ribbon from the clothes bag and stuffed it to Lin fengxu.

"Oh, didn't you just forget it?" Song poetry said, "and this dress is so thin, what if you change it and sing and catch a cold?"

Lin Feng looked at the poems of the Song Dynasty without any expression on his face, and there were three words written on his face: great impatience.

"Don't get excited, Lin fengxu." Song poetry pointed to the toilet behind the main table, "please change your clothes! If you feel cold, you can add some clothes to the dormitory next time

Lin Feng Xu tongue tip under the cheek, a face reluctant to go to the direction of the toilet.

The dress style of the show is very simple, inside a simple white T-shirt, outside a gold and silver splash ink sequins black leather dress, the lower body is very simple black hole jeans.

It can be regarded as a necessary set for young people to play handsome in the new era.

Lin Feng Xu has long hands and long feet, wide shoulders and narrow waist, which makes the whole set of clothes just right, not too loose and tight.

Song poetry and other students saw straight smack tongue: "handsome is good, wear what clothes are good-looking."

Xiao Xiao, a little fat man in the literature and art department nearby, whispered BB: "that's not true. If I wear this set, you will want to tear me up. But the handsome guy is not the same, the handsome guy is good-looking even if he puts a sack on his body

Song poetry quietly joked with other female students: "Hey, hey, it's the best not to wear a handsome man."

The other girls covered their faces and laughed.

Lin fengxu: He's still standing here!