Rebirth of the tea art man

2009 12 Month 30 Day.

In a blink of an eye, it is already the end of the year.

According to the tradition of Beiyang Middle School, there is no evening self-study tonight, but changed to the annual New Year's Day party.

For the high school students who suffer from the pile of test papers every day, it is like a long drought and rain, and they will live all at once.

What's more, I will stay up for a while tomorrow until 3 o'clock in the afternoon, which is the New Year's Day holiday.

The classroom of Class 11, Senior Three, also changed from the dullness of the past, to a scene full of vitality and everything competing to develop.

Bang!

Another bottle of fresh milk was placed on the desk.

The cold air was visible to the naked eye.

Song Yi picked up the bottle and poured tons and tons of it.

It's the third day!

Song Yi had a bottle of fresh milk every day, and it was already the third day.

If nothing happens today, Lin Cheng's 100 yuan conscientious membership in the campus supermarket will expire soon.

"Look at what?"

"Is it because I drink ice every day and I don't have a stomachache, which makes you mad?"

Song Yi's lips were stained with a little milk.

A smug and playful smile appeared on his delicate and pleasant face.

Pure and lustful!

If this is a set of photobooks, it will be a big seller!

"It's nothing, I just remembered some happy things, good memories."

Lin Cheng smiled slightly, took out two tissues, and handed them to her.

A classic line, blurted out - "Wipe it yourself!"

"Oh!"

Song Yi took the tissue and wiped his lips.

The pretty face was shy and flushed.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Liu Li, the class teacher, slammed the classroom door a few times as if she came to collect debts.

moment!

The noisy group of students was silent.

"Take your stools and line up in the corridor."

"Don't be so noisy, you'll embarrass me!"

Liu Li adjusted her glasses, like a charter woman in the Kowloon Walled City, pacing and watching her "subjects" with cold eyes.

The four NO.50 students immediately picked up their stools and skillfully stood in two rows in the corridor.

"Song Yi, how are you preparing?"

"it should be no problem?"

Liu Li rarely showed a bit of tenderness, and asked softly.

"Teacher, I didn't..."

Song Yi's expression suddenly changed.

Slightly whitish, obviously showing pain.

"Song Yi, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you okay?"

Liu Li supported her and asked worriedly.

Although the charter wife is cruel and merciless, she has always treated the top students very well, with all kinds of special treatment.

"No, nothing, I just have a stomachache, maybe..."

Suddenly, Song Yi seemed to have thought of something, and his face became paler.

"Teacher, let me go to the bathroom first!"

Song Yi lowered his head, timidly, as thin as a mosquito.

"Okay, then be careful!"

Liu Li, who is also a woman, understood it all at once.

A few minutes later, Song Yi came back.

However, he was still clutching his stomach, his face was pale, and he looked like he was in unbearable pain.

"How are you doing?"

"Can you still perform on stage later?"

Liu Li frowned, becoming more and more worried.

They are in the third class of high school, and this year is the last year's New Year's Day party.

If Song Yi can't play, she really doesn't know what to do?

"It should be fine, I'll just bear it."

Song Yi bit his lip lightly, but his face became paler and paler.

"How do you dance like this?"

"or……"

Liu Li hesitated to speak, but she couldn't continue when she reached the point of her mouth.

If not Song Yi, who else could it be?

From the second year of high school to the third year of high school, she worked as an English teacher for one and a half years, and as a class teacher for half a year. She knew what was going on in the class better than anyone else.

"What happened to Song Yi?"

"It seems to be a stomachache!"

"What about the New Year's Eve party later?"

"What else can I do? Let's make it cold!"

"Why don't you go!"

"Don't, don't, I don't have the guts! Besides, what can I do up there?"

"It's over, without Song Yi, our class will be cold this year!"

……

The classmates in the class, chattering, all saw the situation.

Every year at the New Year's Eve party, Song Yi belongs to Wang Zha in his class.

As soon as she comes on stage, the first prize will be guaranteed!

Not to mention that he has practiced ballet since he was a child, and he dances very well.

Just for that appearance and that figure, you only need to stand on the stage.

Sure win!

Who is fighting?

But this year, looking at Song Yina's condition, his face turned pale from the pain, and he broke out in cold sweat.

"Hey, who of you knows how to be talented?"

"Singing and dancing are fine, and cross talk sketches are optional."

Liu Li looked at the students helplessly.

Standing in two rows with benches in hand, when they heard that they wanted to play, they all stopped.

Just like an ostrich, he lowered his head vigorously, for fear that the head teacher would click on him.

"Teacher, I can do it!"

"It's only 3 minutes, I just have to bear it."

Song Yi grabbed the corner of the head teacher's clothes, and raised his eyes slightly, full of begging.

"But you look like this..."

Liu Li supported her forehead with a look of dilemma.

On the one hand, it is the New Year's Eve party of the last year, and there must be a program in the class.

On the other hand, Song Yi, who was about to perform ballet, was in such pain, how could he have the heart to let her play?

Even if she endured it and won the prize, it would be embarrassing if it got out in the future!

It's too ugly!

"I'm fine, it's only been 3 minutes, and I'll be fine soon."

Song Yi took a breath slowly, his smooth forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Class 11, hurry up, the auditorium is short of your class!"

"It's slow, the whole school is waiting for you!"

Guo Lichun, the teaching director not far away, shouted at the top of his voice.

"That……"

Liu Li hesitated.

As if making the last bit of determination, the hand in the sleeve slowly clenched.

"Teacher, I can do it!"

"Do not worry!"

Song Yi gritted his teeth lightly and walked towards the auditorium.

however……

A hand grabbed her arm.

Song Yi turned around and looked at him in surprise.

Lin Cheng?

The number one scumbag in the school, staring at him lewdly all day long, and his deskmate Lin Cheng with a strange smile from time to time?

"What are you doing?"

Song Yi was angry, shook his hand, and tried hard to break free.

But the force from the arm firmly pulled her back.

"Lin Cheng!"

"what are you doing?"

Liu Li's eyes were fierce.

The charter woman's aura dissipated, and she was about to kill someone.

"Fuck!"

"Awesome!"

"What does he want?"

"Who knows!"

"Watch the play! Watch the play!"

……

The students standing in two rows turned their heads one after another.

Dozens of eyes were all focused on him.

"I can sing, let me do it!"

Lin Cheng said lightly.

"You go?"

"Can you do it?"

Liu Li looked him up and down suspiciously.

Lin Cheng has good academic performance, good sports, good looks, and good family conditions, she knows all these.

but……

Can sing?

She doesn't know the extent and level of the word "will".