come on, fight

After Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche fell asleep, the room finally regained light.

At this time, both of them were already in a deep sleep, and they were unaware of the sudden bright light.

When Zhan's father and Zhan's mother returned home, they looked at the bright room and wondered, "Is Ah Che asleep? Why don't you turn off the lights?"

Saying that, they turned the doorknob of Zhan Xunche's room, and saw that Zhan Xunche's room was also brightly lit.

Zhan Xunche's bed was so bulging that he couldn't even see his head.

"I'm not afraid of suffocating." Mother Zhan walked over and pulled the quilt down, revealing two hairy heads.

"What's the situation?" Father Zhou said in surprise when he saw the two people sleeping together.

Mother Zhan stretched out her hand and pinched Zhou Yejin's face, which was still sleeping, "It's true."

"..." Father Zhan turned his head to look at her in silence. Could such a big living person still be a fake?

Zhan's mother let go of her hand, "I didn't expect Ah Che and Xiao Jin to have such a good relationship."

"After all, we met each other when we were young. Even if we used to fight all day long, the relationship will be fine." Zhanfu looked at their sleeping faces and nodded in satisfaction.

They had just chatted a few words, when the door of the living room was suddenly opened from the outside.

"Xiao Jin is gone!" Zhou's mother shouted anxiously in the living room, and Zhou's father followed her, panting heavily.

"Don't worry, Xiao Jin is here." Mother Zhan walked out without haste.

Zhou's mother and Zhou's father looked at each other, walked to Zhan Xunche's room, looked at the two people sleeping soundly on the bed, and expressed the same doubts as Zhan's father, "What's the situation?"

"It means our plan is very effective." Mother Zhan clapped her hands with a smile.

"It's not in vain for us to work hard." Zhou's mother looked relieved.

Father Zhou held her by the shoulders, "I just said it's okay, you still don't believe me."

"I'll definitely believe it next time," Mother Zhou reassured, "Let's go to bed too."

Father Zhou helped her to leave, muttering as he walked, "There is no next time."

Seeing them leaving, Zhan's father and mother turned off the light in Zhan Xunche's room and went back to their own room.

Except for the relationship getting better and better, Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche's lives had no other changes.

Going to school from Monday to Friday, grabbing the computer on Saturday and Sunday, and fighting from time to time, but in the end it all ended in Zhou Yejin's failure.

Since that day, Zhou Yejin never met that boy again, and Zhou Yejin's name never appeared on the school bulletin board.

The days are so ordinary, and before you know it, New Year's Day is approaching.

On New Year's Day in primary schools, most activities are held.

In the past few days before New Year's Day, all the teachers in the school are dizzy and dizzy, collecting class fees to buy things, and arranging programs for evening parties.

"This year is the last time for you to have a New Year's Day party, so cherish it." The head teacher of Class [-], Grade [-] stood on the podium with a loud voice.

Zhou Yejin took a sip of water silently below. The head teacher yelled so much every day, and he felt his throat was tired just watching it.

"What about next year?" A classmate below asked.

The head teacher sneered, "You'll be in sixth grade next year, and you still want to celebrate the holidays?"

The classmate answered, "What's wrong with the sixth grade, the sixth grade has no human rights?"

The head teacher patted the table, "That's the school's rules, if you have any objections, ask the principal!"

The classmate stopped talking, and sat down with his head down, keeping silent like a cicada.

"Okay, whoever wants to perform on New Year's Day, come up to me and sign up."

Immediately, a clean and beautiful girl raised her hand. She has been learning to dance since she was a child. Every time there is such an activity, she is always there.

The class teacher took a look at her and wrote down the name in the notebook, "Is there any more?"

There was silence below.

The head teacher put down his pen, pointed at them and said, "You guys do this every time, so I have to pick them one by one."

Zhou Yejin was as quiet as a chicken below, so quiet that she almost fell asleep.

While the principal was in a daze, a small ball of paper was thrown on his desk.

Zhou Yejin stared in bewilderment at the direction where the ball of paper was thrown.

"Given it by Sun Zhiqing," said the person throwing the ball of paper.

Zhou Yejin rubbed her eyes and opened the ball of paper.

[How about we go up and have a pas de deux?Guaranteed to amaze the audience. 】

Zhou Yejin smiled, and just as she was about to write, she was called by the head teacher, "Zhou Yejin seems to have never performed before, right? In the last year, I will give you a chance to perform."

Zhou Yejin looked up blankly, "Teacher, I have no talent."

"If you don't have talent, you can tell stories. Anyway, you have to." The head teacher obviously recognized him.

"Oh..." Zhou Yejin responded with a sad face.

Afterwards, the head teacher called a few more names, and everyone who was called was without exception, all with sad faces.

After class, Sun Zhiqing ran up to him excitedly, "It's been five years, and I finally won a prize."

Zhou Yejin didn't want to talk to him, thinking about what she should perform.

"Honestly, my buddy will accompany you to a pas de deux, I'll sign up now." Sun Zhiqing was eager to move.

"Forget it, it's just your simple-minded one with shrunken limbs." Zhou Yejin disapproved all over his face.

Sun Zhiqing said unconvinced, "How come you say that I have no merits anymore, I must do it, let's go."

Zhou Yejin shook her head and pushed him, "No, no, you dance with Shu Yun."

After speaking, he buried his head in his arms and thought about it, planning to think carefully about what to perform.

Storytelling is definitely not good. He still remembers that when he was in the third grade, someone came up to tell a story on stage. The lively atmosphere made him feel weak. All the students and teachers in the audience were listless.

Zhou Yejin thought about it all afternoon, and he didn't come up with a result until after school.

On the way home, Zhou Yejin casually asked Zhan Xunche, "Do you have a show?"

"No," Zhan Xunche shook his head, "but I want to make handicrafts for the school exhibition."

"What handwork?" Zhou Yejin asked.

"I don't know, I haven't figured it out yet," Zhan Xunche replied.

"I have a performance, but I haven't thought about it yet," Zhou Yejin smiled, "How about this, I'll help you think about the craft, and you help me think about the performance."

Zhan Xunche thought for a moment, then agreed, "Do you have any range?"

"No story." Zhou Yejin said.

Zhan Xunche hummed.

"Then what's the scope of your handiwork?" Zhou Yejin also asked.

"There is no scope."

"Oh."

The two walked home while helping each other think about it. After dinner, they both sat down and discussed.

"You can try rapping." Zhan Xunche suggested, he thought rapping was cool and it sounded exciting.

Zhou Yejin immediately vetoed, "I can't find the rhythm."

Zhan Xunche clicked his tongue and lowered his head to think again.

"Can stick figures work?" Zhou Yejin helped him think of one.

"Childish." Kindergarten children only draw stick figures, and he is already in the third grade.

Zhou Yejin hugged her head and rubbed her hair vigorously. After a few months, his hair had grown a lot, and he could even style it with a comb.

"You're quite naive yourself." Zhou Yejin pointed at Zhan Xunche.

Zhan Xunche didn't speak, his face clearly showed disapproval.

"How about origami?" Zhou Yejin made another suggestion.

Zhan Xunche frowned, "I'm not a girl."

There are often girls in the class who do origami when they have nothing to do. He has received several origami cranes, so in his opinion, origami is something girls do.

Zhou Yejin made a few more suggestions later, but Zhan Xunche rejected them one by one, and he didn't get any substantive suggestions.

When it was time to go to bed, both of them were ready to give up.

"Think about it tomorrow." Zhan Xunche rubbed his eyes.

Zhou Yejin played games until late last night, and was already drowsy. When he heard the news of his relief, his eyes lit up and he got up immediately.

When Zhan Xunche saw his bright eyeballs, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

"I thought of what to do." Zhan Xunche smiled at him.

Zhou Yejin was puzzled, "What?"

"I won't tell you," Zhan Xunche said mysteriously, "You'll know when it's on display."

Zhou Yejin snapped, "I don't know if I can be selected for exhibition."

"Sure," Zhan Xunche pushed Zhou Yejin out of the door, "That's it, I'll go to bed first."

Zhou Yejin struggled, "But I haven't figured it out yet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Xunche pushed him out of the door, closed the door with a bang, and blocked Zhou Yejin in the living room.

Zhan's father and Zhan's mother were sitting in the living room watching TV, when they heard the noise, they turned their heads and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, he's going to bed." Zhou Yejin said goodnight to Zhan's father and mother, and turned to leave Zhan Xunche's house.

When Zhou Yejin lay down on his bed at home, he suddenly didn't feel sleepy anymore.

Zhou Yejin rested his head on his arm, looked at the light bulb above his head, and couldn't stop thinking about his talent show. After thinking about it, he thought about Sun Zhiqing again.

How about a pas de deux?

Zhou Yejin remembered Sun Zhiqing's proposal, and planned to go to school tomorrow to discuss with Sun Zhiqing.

The next day, Zhou Yejin ran to Sun Zhiqing's seat as soon as she entered the classroom, "Is the pas de deux you said difficult?"

"It's difficult for me, but it's not difficult for you." Sun Zhiqing pointed at herself first, and then at Zhou Yejin.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Yejin tilted her head and asked.

"You learn the pace, just follow me in two circles." Sun Zhiqing drew two circles with his fingers, "I still have to take you, do you think it's difficult for me?"

Hearing that Sun Zhiqing said it was not difficult, Zhou Yejin made up his mind to learn it. There is still some time before the party, so it should be enough for him to learn a dance.

Now that the decision has been made, in the days that followed, Zhou Yejin learned to dance with Sun Zhiqing in her spare time every day.

In fact, he mainly learned it. Sun Zhiqing's grandson did not know when he learned it, so he is called a proficient.

During Zhou Yejin's learning process, he often felt that the part he danced seemed weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Zhou Yejin was busy learning dance, while Zhan Xunche was busy doing handicrafts.

Zhou Yejin looked at it several times curiously, but he never saw what Zhan Xunche was doing. Every time he entered Xunche's room, Zhan Xunche covered up his work and refused to let him see it. .

Zhou Yejin had no choice but to wait until the day of the party to see the true face of this work that he had been thinking about for a long time.

On the day of the New Year's Day Gala, all classes were in class in the morning, and in the afternoon, curtains and ribbons were set up on the big platform in the school playground, and a big red carpet was spread on the ground of the platform.

There are many chairs neatly arranged under the table, and there are four display boards standing on both sides, which are colorful and colorful, and there are all kinds of handicrafts.

Among the bright colors, there is a painting that stands out with its not-so-bright colors.

Zhou Yejin's eyes were attracted by the painting. Because he was standing too far away, he could only see that the main color of the painting was warm yellow, and a small amount of black was used around it.

Zhou Yejin walked to the painting and looked at it carefully.

This is a portrait by candlelight. In the painting, a boy with short hair is propping his chin and looking towards the painter through the candlelight.

The boy's eyes in the painting are bright, and the candlelight in front of him is reflected in his eyes.

Zhou Yejin recognized the person in the painting, and he was very familiar, because he could see him every time he looked in the mirror.

He turned his eyes to the lower right corner of the painting, and saw three sharp words - "Zhan Xunche".

Zhou Yejin laughed silently.

"It looks like you." Sun Zhiqing came over.

"Well, very similar, very similar." Zhou Yejin nodded and said.

Sun Zhiqing noticed the bright eyes of the person in the painting, pointed at the painting and was startled, hey, these eyes are really bright enough, no matter how bright they are, they can shoot lasers. "

"You know what, it's called art." Zhou Yejin gave him a white look.

"Even if I don't understand, it's time to change clothes. Our show will be ahead in a while."

Zhou Yejin turned her head, "Do you want to change clothes?"

"Of course, otherwise it won't look good," Sun Zhiqing slapped him with an elbow, "I brought all the clothes and put them in the classroom. There is no one in the classroom right now, so let's go to the classroom and change."

"Then let's go." Zhou Yejin responded, and walked to the classroom with Sun Zhiqing.

The moment the clothes arrived, Zhou Yejin squeezed the clothes tightly in her hand, stared at Sun Zhiqing without saying a word.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that he didn't move, Sun Zhiqing leaned over and asked him.

Zhou Yejin threw the clothes on his face, "What are you talking about, it's a skirt!"

Sun Zhiqing hurried to appease him, "Just make do with it, pas de deux is a man and a woman."

"You change clothes with me, you wear women's clothes." I should have asked clearly if I knew it earlier, but it was only when I came to the performance that I realized that I was tricked by this guy.

"But the dance steps you learned are female." Sun Zhiqing almost put the word "grievance" on his face.

Zhou Yejin turned her head away, not wanting to look at his aggrieved face at all.

The two were in a stalemate here, and the headmaster's deep voice came from the school's speakers.

"Students from all classes, please gather on the playground in order of class. The New Year's Day party is about to begin. Students who are performing, please take their seats." After finishing speaking, the principal repeated it on the speaker.

Zhou Yejin froze for a while. Seeing that the party was about to start, he finally chose to compromise, put on the skirt, and strode out of the classroom.

When they performed on stage, instead of astonishing the audience as Sun Zhiqing said, they frightened the audience instead.

Zhan Xunche originally looked up to the stage with great interest after hearing Zhou Yejin's name, but he didn't hold on for 2 minutes before he went limp.

Curiosity made him raise his head, and the desire to survive made him lower his head.

The students in the audience watched their performance dumbfounded, and Zhou Yejin's class teacher stood by the side of the stage with a pale face.

In all conscience, this dance was not ugly, but Zhou Yejin's appearance and temperament did not match, and it looked quite scary.

The effect of the whole dance is roughly equivalent to that of a social elder brother with flower tattoos wearing rabbit ears and dancing the rabbit dance.

Compared with them, the other performances of this gala became eclipsed, until the end of the gala, the shock brought by this dance to the audience did not disappear.