Miss Lady Professor

The music that was still playing stopped abruptly.

All of them were so tired that they sat down on the ground, panting.

In particular, the boy of solo street dance can't even speak now.

"Ann Ruoxi, don't give up."

"Yes, I don't think we can do it."

"The school sports meet is about to start. We can't succeed."

"And Gong CE hasn't come back yet. He's our heavyweight weapon. If he jumps in front, others may not notice."

When one says to give up.

Other people are getting frustrated, too.

Originally, class Z, who had high morale, became depressed at this moment.

"Give up?" An Ruoxi chewed the two words.

She looks down slightly, in everyone's eyes, she is thinking about the feasibility of this sentence.

The other students looked at each other.

At this time -

the girl looked up again.

The stubbornness in her eyes seems to have told everyone her answer.

"I'm sorry, I don't have these two words in my dictionary!"

The girl's voice is sonorous and powerful.

Every word is beating people's hearts like substance.

"Well said!"

An Ruoxi's voice just fell, the position of the door came to the voice of Gong CE.

At the moment, he has recovered his carelessness.

That languor manner, but with a rebellious handsome.

"There are no these two words in Gong CE's dictionary! Now that you've learned it, if you don't come back with the first three, you'll lose a lot. "

Everyone stood up slowly.

If you say, if you are an Ruoxi, let their fighting spirit come back again.

What Gong CE said was to re ignite their fighting power.

Now.

In everyone's body, it's like a small universe exploding.

The strength lost in the body miraculously returns.

"Yes! We will never give up! "

"We want to fight for the first place!"

"Don't give up until you reach your goal."

……

Looking at that piece by piece again to restore vitality, vigorous face, an Ruoxi's heart is also filled with a strange emotion.

That feeling of satisfaction, I don't know where it comes from.

But for a long time.

"We're going to have the last rehearsal now, and we'll all cheer up!"

Gong CE stands at the front.

Lin Zhan and Xia Dongdong stand behind him.

All of them line up in pyramid formation.

The music starts.

This time, it was miraculously flawless.

When the dance was over, everyone was relieved.

Personal solo part, everyone also played very well.

Finally, it's hip-hop.

Hip hop with floor action, cool moves let everyone can't help but scream.

"Handsome, handsome, handsome!"

"Good job!"

"Cool!"

At this moment, it was like a star giving a solo concert.

In the middle of the classroom, the boy who is making a big windmill is shining with cool light all over his body.

Suddenly

Dong -

ah -

the sound of heavy objects falling on the ground and the cry of pain sounded at the same time.

An Ruoxi's heart sank and rushed to the boy who was dancing hip-hop.

He had a cold sweat on his head and pain on his face.

"How about it?" Ann Ruoxi asked anxiously.

"Hand, I've twisted it..." The voice of the youth with a bit of forbearance, the blue veins of the forehead are protruding: "give me a rest, I can..."

"Yes, what can!" An Ruoxi directly interrupted the youth's words.

The boy was stunned for a moment.

"You don't want your hands anymore. Do you need enough arm support to complete these actions? You've tried hard, haven't you?" Ann Ruoxi is a little angry.

"What?"

"So his hand has just been twisted?"

"That's too much."

Those who said that they would give up before, even some feel guilty.

"Why are you..." Know

The boy looks at an Ruoxi in surprise.

Enroxi gave him a bad squint and took the towel off his wrist.

"When you just started to do the floor movement, you were already very painful, and if you just twisted it, would it be so swollen?"

The game is important.But the body is more important.

"But what would you do without me? It's too late for the rehearsal. " The voice of the boy was a little anxious.

"Jingling --"

the bell rings.

It's already eight o'clock.

"Dear teachers and students, good morning! Today... "

The sound of the broadcast also reverberates in the classroom.

Other classes have begun to queue up.

The boy's face was full of remorse. He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind: "I don't make the floor. I can just dance hip-hop."

As long as you don't need wrist strength, it should be OK.

Ann Ruoxi gently shook her head: "you don't have to worry about this. I'll help you finish your part. The most important thing for you now is to go to the infirmary for treatment."

An Ruoxi has no responsibility to say, directly pulling the teenager to stand up.

Some of the teenagers looked at an Ruoxi in disbelief. The thin body, as thin as a broken arm, didn't seem to be able to complete those actions.

"Don't believe it?" Ann Ruoxi picked her eyebrows.

The boy nodded directly.

Others didn't say it, but they didn't think it was possible.

"That's good!" An Ruoxi did not waste time, directly completed all the movements arranged by the youth.

Now, it's not just teenagers.

Others were surprised.

Ann Ruoxi, it's hidden.

Every move was done to the right place.

Especially because of her slim figure, she looks more explosive.

An Ruoxi made a street dance professional "small meaning" gesture to the youth and raised his chin: "it's OK to rest assured."

The teenager responded to an Ruoxi's gesture of "Hi, blow up the whole scene". He left and walked in the direction of the medical room.

Adjusted the formation.

Ann Ruoxi takes class Z to the school playground.

The huge playground is full of people at the moment.

The whole school is gathered here.

Three grades, more than 50 classes entered in order.

Each class has its own uniform clothing, when entering the stadium, clothing is also a competition.

When the host announced that one class a year was officially admitted.

A team of orderly steps, from the entrance of the playground slowly into the direction.

No matter it is in place, step by step, a class is as perfect as a textbook.

In particular, super high appearance and expensive clothing are more enjoyable.

White coat, blue skirt (trousers), people seem to see the interweaving of blue sky and white clouds.

In the stage of performance, everyone quickly changed their clothes, which made people think that they had come to a senior banquet.

The melodious music, the handsome man in the high-end custom-made tuxedo and the beautiful woman in the fitting evening dress are dancing with each other.

That light action, every rotation is touching people's hearts.

Every veneer makes your heart beat faster.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the stage, and even the conversation stopped.

When the last action stops.

The scene was full of applause, and some even yelled loudly --

"one year, one grade!"

"Other classes, no match!"

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