It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Wen Ai and Yue Xiao are not in the same hobby class, but the class time is still the same. Every time Grandma Wang has to watch the two little guys walk into the Children's Palace with her own eyes, then go for a walk nearby and wait until a little bit before going to the door. Come pick up people.

Yue Xiao's painting class ended early today. He carried a handbag of paint brushes and climbed up to the third floor.

In the body room, the dance teacher just finished demonstrating the double movements of Latin dance to the children, playing the rhythmic drum music and letting them practice on their own for five minutes.

Wen Ai was standing at the very end of the first row. As soon as Yue Xiao approached the door, he saw him and Miao Miao facing each other, twisting their waists and hips, hand in hand, and the two of them were still holding their arms around.

Yue Xiao unconsciously squeezed the door frame tightly, and the army green paint shavings fell straight down.

After class, Wen Ai walked out with Miao Miao sweating, and did not say hello when he saw Yue Xiao, and walked downstairs by himself.

Yue Xiao followed him, took out the handkerchief and handed it over: "Wipe it."

Wen Ai lowered his eyelids and glanced, twisting and continuing to chat with Miao Miao.

In the evening, An's father took Wen'ai into the bathroom to take a shower, and Yue Xiao ran to the balcony and told An's mother that he also wanted to learn the national standard dance.

"Why do you suddenly want to learn to dance?" An Mu was drying her clothes, unfolding the twisted shirts, shaking them up, and supporting them with hangers. "I heard from the teacher that you have a talent for drawing, maybe you can learn one. road."

"Today I saw my younger brother in class outside the classroom. I jumped so beautifully. I also want to learn." Yue Xiao took out two bamboo clips from the paper box on the stool and handed them to An Mu. "I will paint. Practice hard by yourself."

"It's so good, I know to help me." An mother touched Yue Xiao's head, took the bamboo clip, and clamped it on the shoulder line of the shirt. "If you want to learn, just learn, I will talk to the teacher at the Cultural Palace tomorrow. "

"Thank you mom!" Yue Xiao laughed, "I'm sorry to trouble you!"

With an expression of gratitude, Yue Xiao almost bowed. An mother felt that this child was really sensible, because he was too far-sighted.

She bent over and kissed Yue Xiao on the cheek, and said with a smile: "It's okay, don't be polite with mom."

"Okay..." Yue Xiao touched his face embarrassedly.

The number of students enrolled in the national standard dance class was an even number. When practicing, the students were in pairs and no one was alone.

After Wen Ai’s unplanned transfer was born, the teacher added him to Miao Miao’s group. The three children took turns to be dancing partners, but Miao Miao and Wen Ai had a good relationship, and as they practiced, they forgot the other fat guy. Behind his head, the little fat man was consciously left out, and once sat on the ground crying.

Now, when Yue Xiao came, the teacher happened to marry him and Wen Ai. The little fat man took Miao Miao's hand and smiled so that his eyes were squeezed by fat.

"Shall we start?" Yue Xiao stood in front of Wen Ai a little nervously, "Are you going to jump male or female steps?"

Wen Ai stared at him: "Of course it is a male step!"

Yue Xiao nodded: "Okay, listen to you."

The cassette recorder in front of the physique room was playing enthusiastic and cheerful dance music, and Wen Ai pouted and looked upset, not expecting him to take the initiative. Yue Xiao wiped his trousers with the hand hanging down beside him, slowly stretched out, and carefully took Wen Ai's hand.

Yue Xiao is taller than Wen Ai. During this period of time, he has kept up with the nutrition, and he has grown some meat on his body, which is no longer the thin match before.

Wen Ai braced a small body to dance with him, jumping more and more strenuously, especially when turning in circles, almost unable to trip himself to the ground. Yue Xiao apologized to him embarrassingly. No matter how unreasonable Wen Ai was, he couldn't accuse the parents of being too high. He grunted and refused to dance with him again.

Among the children jumping around the room happily, these two people were sticking straight like a pair of chopsticks, and the dance teacher came over and asked them to change after asking about the situation and let Yue Xiao jump in the male step.

As a teacher watched, Wen Ai could only reluctantly jump up with Yue Xiao again, and the effect was unexpectedly good.

The master Yue Xiao, leading Wen Ai around his waist, slid and flew.

The dance teacher was so satisfied that the corners of his mouth turned straight, clapped his hands to make the other children stop, and dragged Wen Ai and Yue Xiao in the middle to demonstrate, and let them set an example for everyone.

This role model took half a year, Wen Ai and Yue Xiao got used to it, and they could no longer jump out of the male step.

There is a school for children of migrant workers near the area where the knitting factory belongs. It is roughly what level it is. People living in this area have a good heart. An father’s restaurant business is now stable, and he can free up time to pick up and drop off his children. The young couple will discuss it. The two sons were sent to study at a key elementary school three stations away from home.

The head teacher learned that Yue Xiao and Wen Ai were brothers, and arranged them at the same table when they were divided. Old Wen Ai was unhappy, ran to the podium and took a piece of chalk back, and made a stroke on Yue Xiao's table——

"Who is over the 38th line, who is a puppy!"

This line is not fair at all. Wen Ai alone occupies most of the country. Yue Xiao looked at his tall chin, nodded, and kindly gave him one-third of his territory. .

The little boy in the front row was attracted by the noise made by the two of them, turned around and took a look at them, then couldn't turn back.

Children have a simple mind, and only look at their faces when making friends.

"Hey! Hello, my name is Luo Dongdong." Luo Dongdong put on a roll, "Let's be good friends!"

"Dongdong?" Wen Ai tilted his head, "Winter in winter or Dongdong in the east?"

"Both of them." Luo Dongdong took out his own language documents, turned to the title page, and pointed to the oversized squares in the middle, "Look, one before the other, is it very special?"

Wen Ai thought this small scroll was quite interesting, and said to his family: "My name is An Yun!"

"Oh~~" Luo Dongdong pointed his index finger up, "I know that the'jun' is a soldier."

"That's weird!" Wen Ai turned out his own draft, grabbed a pencil and drew a circle on the cover of the word "Jun", "This is the meaning of green bamboo."

Children who are only in the first grade know a few simple words at most. Where can I see so many strokes? Luo Dongdong nodded after watching it for a long time: "Well, I remembered it."

Yue Xiao kept sitting next to him without interrupting, Luo Dongdong raised his chin at him: "Then what about you, what is your name?"

"My name is Yue Xiao." Yue Xiao wrote his name on a white piece of paper, turned one hundred and eighty degrees, facing Luo Dongdong, "'Xiao' represents a good Ma Liangju."

Wen Ai and Yue Xiao are both bamboos and horses. They all sound compelling. Luo Dongdong, unwilling to be left behind, explained forcibly: "My name also has meaning! It's...winter stuff!"

"Puff--" Wen Ai suddenly laughed, turning his head and looking at Yue Xiao subconsciously, his eyes full of smiles.

This was the first time Wen Ai showed a smile to Yue Xiao. Although it was the blessing of others, Yue Xiao was still very excited. The flowers in his heart blossomed one after another, and the corners of his mouth rose.

Luo Dongdong is a good scholar, watching them smile, grabbing the curls on the back of his head, and grinning with joy.

The three children looked crazy at each other and giggled.

Since they started school, Wen Ai and Yue Xiao have stopped attending interest classes, but Miao Miao persevered, and became another pair of best dance partners after them.

Miao Miao and Little Fatty were also the ones with money in the family. Their parents looked down on the children's school next to the family area and sent them to the key elementary school where Wen Ai and Yue Xiao studied.

On New Year’s Day, the school held a presentation performance. Miao Miao and Little Fatty were selected to dance Latin dance. They rehearsed for several weeks. Seeing that they will perform after a few more shows, Miao Miao accidentally swollen ankle and ankle. The old man can't move a little bit.

The planning teacher was anxiously spinning around in the background. The leaders from the area sat below the stage, and the program list had already been sent over. The temporary removal of the program at this time will give people a bad impression of ineffectiveness.

Upon hearing this, Miao Miao immediately told the exemplary deeds of Wen Ai and Yue Xiao in the hobby class. The planning teacher thought this was a play, and went to the audience to pull out the two life-saving straws, Wen Ai and Yue Xiao. .

The planning teacher briefly explained the current situation at a speed that made people's mind confusing. The backstage was noisy and chaotic. Wen Ai heard it in the clouds, and was pushed into the changing room before he could react.

Wen Ai shook off the costume that his teacher had stuffed him, and the bellyband made of red yarn. There was only one belt on the entire back. The super short yarn skirt would fly around to show off the underwear.

The Latin dancers on TV all wear this way, but they are women. Now this costume is in the hands of Wen Ai——

Well, nothing wrong.

Wen Ai began to take off his sweater: "System, why did I feel that the teacher was so unable to refuse when he was talking?"

System: "The kid in the first grade of course does what the teacher says."

Wen Ai took off his autumn clothes and long trousers: "But my soul is not a kid?"

The system imitated his tone: "But your mind is affected by the age of your body."

Wen Ai: "...I really want to hit you."

System: "Then you come."

Wen Ai: "..."

After changing into costumes, the teacher in charge of makeup pressed Wen Ai and Yue Xiao on the small bench and tossed them. Their cheeks were painted redder than monkey buttocks, and lipstick dots were used on their eyebrows. .

In addition, Wen Ai also received an extra big red flower, not the kind that is not on the chest as a reward, but the beautiful pure decoration on the hair.

Before going to the stage, Wen Ai looked down at his outfit——

Once accepted this setting, the sense of violation seems to die on its own.

Wen Ai was used to demonstrating in front of the whole class before, and he developed the courage. Now when he is on stage, he is not nervous at all.

On the other hand, Yue Xiao was obviously shy, his eyes looked down unconfidently, and he almost went out of place several times.

But in fact, Yue Xiao's face was a little red, but there was that heavy blush to help him cover, and Wen Ai, the nearest to him, was concealed.

In Latin dance, you need to twist your waist and hips as a basic exercise. The female step dancer needs to straighten his legs often and stretch out to show off from time to time. Yue Xiao used to dance with Wen Ai in class, and his hands, hands and feet were all covered by normal underwear. Now Wen Ai suddenly put on the little girl's dance skirt and stood opposite him, straightening the pair of white and white. Thin legs--

Yue Xiao's eyes floated straight down, and he couldn't control it anyway.

Back at the backstage, Wen Ai took off the big red flower on his head and kept telling Yue Xiao: "You can dance like this for such a basic set of dance. It's really a waste of paying tuition to the Palace of Culture!"

In this era, air-conditioning has not been popularized. Even if Wen Ai just broke out of sweat on a frosty day in January, when he stopped, a large piece of goose bumps was cold on his back, and his speech was a little trembling.

Yue Xiao picked up the big cotton jacket next to him and wrapped it around him: "Go and change your clothes, don't catch a cold."

"Don't change the subject." Wen Ai put his hand around the neckline to prevent the quilted jacket from slipping off, and glanced at Yue Xiao slantingly, "If it wasn't for me to hold on, you would believe it or not?"

Yue Xiao helped him open the curtains of the dressing room and pushed him forward, and nodded in accordance with his meaning: "I didn't have you as good as I jumped."

"Huh, you **** at such a low level."

No matter what Yue Xiao said, Wen Ai could always pick bones from the egg, but after Yue Xiao was separated by a curtain, Wen Ai still cocked his mouth proudly.

In fact, Yue Xiao's performance was not as bad as Wen Ai's demeanor, at best, it did not reach their previous level, but when they were placed in front of the audience, the two still received a lot of praise.

These days, adults are busy filling their stomachs and don't care about their children's extracurricular education. Although it is a key elementary school, talented students are still relatively rare.

After Wen Ai and Yue Xiao made faces for the class, the head teacher often praised them, saying that they are the golden twins of the third class a year.

The teacher described it very aptly, but the little kids in the class were more self-confident. After watching the New Year's Day performance, they followed Yue Xiao every day and shouted the class grass and caught Wen Ai shouting the class flower.

Wen Ai corrected them very solemnly, but it was not helpful. He turned around and waved his hands and shouted. The sound jumped out of the classroom. The other students in the corridor heard it and ran to the door of the classroom to probe their heads. To find out what's going on.

Wen Ai didn't wait to see Yue Xiao any more, returned to his seat angrily, and pushed his hand against Yue Xiao's desk. The two people's desks were separated, leaving the old wide section in the middle.

Wen Ai played horizontally: "This is the new 38th line. Without my permission, you are not allowed to push the table back!"

Yue Xiao was angered in vain, but he wasn't angry, he just nodded and said okay, and carried this unwarranted disaster.

Seeing that he was like a okay person, Wen Ai held his fire in his heart and lay down on the table, sulking himself.

Yue Xiao looked at the back of his head, and felt that his brother's temper was very cute. He took out the white rabbit toffee that he was not willing to eat from his pocket, stretched out his hand across the 38th line, and gently placed the white rabbit on Xiaobai. Rabbit on the table.