Perhaps the two programs in Wang Bo's class were too cool and brilliant, and the next programs were pale in comparison and had no excitement. Wang Bo, who was watching the program, first looked at whether there were beautiful girls among the actors on stage. If there were, he could still keep watching them with a beautiful look. If not, he lacked interest. He either looked around and searched for the shadow of Liang Ya or Zhong Jiahui with his eyes, or talked quietly with his classmates and bragging about the empty dragon gate formation.

It was not until the show of Class 8 on the 28th that he was absent-minded. Wang Bo, who was both focused, became energetic and began to focus all his attention on the show that he was about to appear. To be precise, he bets on Zhong Jiahui.

With Zhong Jiahui's figure and appearance, there is no doubt that it is definitely the most eye-catching focus among the group of people in Class 28, high school, but the focus on the stage is not her, but a girl with average appearance and taller figure. This girl is probably the literary and artistic committee member of their class. She walked around during the preparation for the position on the stage, pointing and correcting some of the flaws in the class's position, and looking capable. Zhong Jiahui, the most eye-catching flower, looked a little dull because she was arranged at the end.

Class 8 prepared a Zang dance, and the accompanying song was also a song with a bright rhythm and "Yiyayiya" with a very zang style. The whole dance was average and similar to the dances danced by Zang compatriots that you often see on TV. The actors wore colorful clothes with long white water sleeves, dancing like butterflies, stepping, turning, bending over, sticking their hips, or flying long sleeves. Combined with the smiling faces that show off their youth, they were pleasing to the eye and refreshing.

During the entire dance, Wang Bo's eyes were like a fan shaking his head, moving with Zhong Jiahui's movement, turning with Zhong Jiahui's rotation, either forward or backward, or left or right, just like chasing the light on the stage of the evening party, following closely, hard to give up.

In the past, Zhong Jiahui gave Wang Bo a flat impression. In addition to remembering the other person's "present-minded" figure, there was no sound, no expression, or expression. In his memories, even Zhong Jiahui's appearance and face were blurred; now, Zhong Jiahui finally "moved" and laughed. Wang Bo used his naked eyes to take the other person's "long-sleeved and good at dancing" in a beautiful and youthful and lively smile, pressing the shutter of his mind, "kakakaka" and permanently left in his sea of ​​memories.

He believed that even though he had been in love with this previous life for three years, although he did not like Liang Ya as unforgettable as he liked Liang Ya, he still had no intersection with the unforgettable girl. Today's moment will be eternally recorded in the history of his personal memory, vivid and vivid!

Zhong Jiahui danced and left with her classmates.

After Zhong Jiahui left, Liang Ya was the only reason to let Wang Bo stay here. However, the program in Class 9 was ranked No. 51, which was almost a few at the end. There were 23 programs in front. If you keep waiting, according to the current progress, it will basically be after school in the afternoon.

Wang Bo was determined to watch Liang Ya's appearance and see what form this little girl would appear in. In the last National Day Art Festival, Wang Bo's mind was completely exposed by the accidental exposure on Sun Li's chest, and the two cherry-like bright reds shook and shook. During the entire performance, he was confused and did not notice at all, nor did he want to enjoy other scenery on the stage. So he didn't know what kind of program Liang Ya had performed at that time, and even without any impression she had been on the stage.

He didn't want the rest of the people to accompany the prince to study because of his "self-privateness". After watching a few more shows, he said to Tang Jian and Han Lin a few times: "There is no more interesting later. What's going on over and over are the old tunes that come and play. Why don't you go back to the classroom first? If you go back now, you can catch up with the last class."

From one o'clock to four o'clock, Tang Jian, Han Lin and others were also a little bored when they watched it. If they hadn't accompanied Wang Bo, they would have left long ago. After Wang Bo said this, the few people nodded, and at the same time, they all gave Wang Bo a thumbs up, and glanced back and forth between him and Liang Ya, with an ambiguous expression and full of jokes. They made him a few more jokes, wishing him success, praising him as a great love saint, the other party would definitely be moved, and promised him, etc.

Several people are his friends. Sooner or later, they will know what he likes Liang Ya and cannot hide it. Wang Bo is too lazy to refute it, but just tells a few people to "get out quickly" and don't "annoying" in front of him! Everyone immediately laughed, some turned their bodies backwards and rolling, while others covered their chests, with sad and painful expressions, as if they were shot by Wang Bo, saying that he had a new love, forgot his old love, and that he would not live anymore.

Even Li Junfeng, who often likes to say a few sour words on his back, was ready to leave when he saw Sun Li, and did not insist on accompanying Wang Bo to the end. He was as happy as if he had won a battle. He smiled and kept whispering to Wang Bo's shoulders, saying that he had good eyes and good luck, and he must succeed.

After Sun Li, Han Lin and the others left, Wang Bo, who was standing alone in the same place, suddenly became a little conspicuous. In fact, since Wang Bo walked into the indoor stadium, many people who had heard of his name and saw him honored pointed at him, signaling to some classmates who had only heard of his name but had never met, and quietly introduced him.

When Wang Bo performed the two shows, he undoubtedly became the focus of attention of the audience, with more looking, talking, and more eyes shooting towards his place. Some were careful and sneaking, while others were enthusiastic and bold, with unconcealed appreciation and worship.

But no matter whether it is sneaky or enthusiastic or bold, everyone was just curious about the distance. They dared to come up to find a celebrity in the school to take the initiative to meet and chat, but there was no one.

At 4:30, a female teacher who acted as a judge whispered to the other two judges, immediately tightened her buttocks, clamped her legs, and took small steps, and hurriedly trot towards the toilet. Then, the male teacher immediately announced that the rehearsal was paused for ten minutes with the microphone in his hand, and continued after ten minutes, and then hurried to the toilet.

As soon as the two judges left, Zhang Xinyue stood up from her seat, but instead of going to the bathroom with her, she walked towards Wang Bo who was standing alone.

"Why haven't you returned to the classroom yet?" Zhang Xinyue, who was standing in front of Wang Bo, said with a smile.

"You can't go off the front line if you are slightly injured, and you can't go to the hospital if you are seriously injured! You judges are still standing at your post, how can I be a deserter?" Wang Bo joked.

"Tsk, do you think I will believe you?" Zhang Xinyue glanced at Wang Bo, then narrowed her eyes, blinked ambiguously at Wang Bo, and lowered her voice, "Are you... waiting for which one?"

Wang Bo's heart was thrilled, but his face did not change: "Yes! I'm waiting for you, senior sister!"

"Ah, are you waiting for me?" Zhang Xinyue was shocked, "Why are you waiting for me? Want to know the result? Didn't you tell you with gestures just now? There is no suspense! Hehe, if we don't let these two programs in your Class 7 pass, I'm afraid all the students in the school will hate us to death!" Zhang Xinyue said in an exaggerated tone.

"Then thank you for your grandfather." Wang Bo bowed to Zhang Xinyue and said thank you. Suddenly, he thought of something a little worried. Seeing that Zhang Xinyue, the judge, was right in front of him, and his relationship with him seemed to be good, he spoke up and tried, "But, senior sister, can't you help me, and I will give you a chance again?"

"What do you mean? I don't quite understand..." Zhang Xinyue was confused by Wang Bo's words.

Wang Bo glanced left and right, hooked his hand at Zhang Xinyue, and walked towards a nearby corner. Zhang Xinyue was surprised and curious at Wang Bo's small movements, so she followed her up.

"What's the matter? It's mysterious." Zhang Xinyue walked to Wang Bo and said.

"Sister sister, when the 2nd Class 9th Grade will be on stage later, can you give them a troll?" Wang Bo looked at Zhang Xinyue and whispered in a low voice.

"You are not from Class 9, why do you care if you can live?" Zhang Xinyue asked strangely.

"Please, senior sister! I am a friend of mine who performed the show. I have worked very hard in the past half month. If you beat me down, I will definitely be very sad. Help!" Wang Bo clasped his hands together and bowed to Zhang Xinyue.

Just as high school students rarely care about high school students, and high school students rarely pay attention to high school students. Zhang Xinyue knows not many high school students and has no impression of the 9th class of high school mentioned by Wang Bo. She didn't think much about it, but thought Wang Bo simply wanted to help his friend, so she nodded and said, "It doesn't matter if I check it out. But if the quality of the program is not good, the other two teachers have crossed it, and it will be difficult to pass the test in the end."

"Haha, it doesn't matter. Just have you hooked up. Their program is good. If the other two teachers have good vision, they should be able to live." Wang Bo said with a smile, thinking that this "curve saves the country" was useless, but it was used by Liang Ya. If she knew, would she thank herself, or would she blame herself for taking rats and meddling in other people's business?

The more Wang Bo thought about it, the more proud he became. He admired his inspiration. He even wondered if he might as well just do it and ask Zhang Xinyue to help others to the end, send Buddha to the West, and find a way to help him reveal the news of "doing good deeds without leaving a name" to Liang Ya?

At first, the pride on Wang Bo's face made Zhang Xinyue think that Wang Zian is really good. He is kind-hearted and willing to speak for his friends about "traveling the back door". But then he thought, he felt something was wrong. Is the smile on this guy's face too bright? Could it be that the friend he mentioned -

"Hey, Wang Zi'an, your friend is a... girl?" Zhang Xinyue turned her head slightly, her eyes were bright, and she stared at Wang Bo's face leisurely.

"Ah--" Wang Bo's smug expression suddenly frozen. He didn't expect Zhang Xinyue to ask this question. But this is not unspeakable. Besides, when Liang Ya and her classmates came on stage, Zhang Xinyue would know sooner or later. Wang Bo felt a little embarrassed, touched the back of his head, and stammered: "Uh, yes, it's a female friend..."

"Hehe, female friend? Why is it so complicated? Girlfriend, right? Haha, it seems that my intuition was quite accurate at the beginning. You stayed here and didn't leave yet, just to wait for your girlfriend, right? Why, she is in Class 9? What's her name?"

Zhang Xinyue seemed to have discovered some major secret and let out a hearty laugh, and the smug expression on her face was no less than Wang Bo's just now.

But the laughter made Wang Bo's ears a little "creepy" and "fearing".
Chapter completed!