Chapter 117 The show has begun

"Indeed there was one, I thought I had heard it wrong."

"Wang Mei is not in the choir, why is she going?"

"One person from Qiao Xiaoyun's choir quit, and they couldn't find anyone, so Wang Mei joined."

Later, after their observation, they found that Qian Hong and Wang Mei were indeed absent from evening self-study for several days a week.

When Teacher Xu asked, they said they went to rehearse singing. However, after Gao Hui said that, they didn't dare to go back to the dormitory too late.

Finally, it was May 4th, the day of the arts performance competition.

The competition was held in the school auditorium. Students from each class sat in the audience seats according to their seats, and it was dark.

"Which program is Shu Lan and Xiao Xi's?" Hao Sanmei raised her head and looked at the empty podium, and asked Gao Hui beside her.

"The last one from the bottom."

"This order is really bad. The judges must be tired of watching."

"I think so too. Qiao Xiaoyun's chorus program is ranked third. This order is good."

"I want to see what they can sing." Gao Hui snorted softly.

Two boys and girls in the third grade of high school are the hosts. They are wearing formal dresses and walking to the rostrum to start the show.

"Why is the art performance of Ningcheng No. 1 Middle School the same as on TV? This is too big." Hao Sanmei whispered.

After the host finished the opening, there was applause from the audience.

Gao Hui whispered back in the applause: "I have never seen anything like this. I feel like a bumpkin now."

"I can't imagine Shu Lan and Xiao Xi daring to perform on the stage later. If it were me, my legs would tremble." Hao Sanmei whispered.

As they were talking, the first piano performance began.

Hao Sanmei and Gao Hui were watching with great interest, and everything they saw was new.

When Qiao Xiaoyun's chorus performance came out, there were a lot of people.

The song was "Grandma's Penghu Bay". The girls wore white shirts with red half-length dresses, and the boys wore white shirts and black suit pants. They stood on the stage and were very eye-catching. They sang in unison, and some people sang along while they were singing on the stage.

After the performance, there was applause.

Qiao Xiaoyun, who was standing in the middle, led them off the stage with a proud look on her face.

Gao Hui said to Hao Sanmei, "I didn't expect the singing to be good, but not as good as the solo performance before."

There were several singing programs and poetry recitations later, which made "Grandma's Penghu Bay" not so outstanding.

Soon, Han Yi and his team came on stage. Before the performance started, there were screams from the audience.

It can be seen that the popularity of the group has risen.

The melody of "Clouds of Hometown" played by guitar and accordion sounded, and the collision of beautiful vocals caused another round of screams from the audience.

Chen Hongjun, who is usually carefree, amazed everyone when he opened his voice.

Slowly, everyone began to calm down and listen quietly.

Han Yi, who played the guitar, was sunny and handsome, Zheng Shunli, who played the accordion, was gentle and elegant, and Chen Hongjun, who sang, was passionate and unrestrained. The double enjoyment of sight and hearing made the audience burst into great enthusiasm.

Zhang Shulan and Li Wenxi, who were watching behind the scenes, were also fascinated.

"Theirs are beautiful." Zhang Shulan couldn't help but say, "I'm a little nervous now."

"It's okay, theirs is beautiful and ours is also beautiful." Li Wenxi encouraged Zhang Shulan, "We have rehearsed many times, but there are problems."

Zhang Shulan nodded.

When Han Yi came down, the applause from the audience continued for a long time.

Several people went to the backstage with grins on their faces, and suddenly saw Zhang Shulan and Li Wenxi applauding them.

Li Wenxi was wearing a red embroidered top with a slanting collar, a black skirt, her sleeves tied with black ropes, her waist tied with a red rope, her hair tied up high with a red ribbon, and a sword in her hand, looking like a cool female warrior.

Zhang Shulan was wearing a white flowing Hanfu, her hair tied up with a jade hairpin, looking like a lady from an ancient family.

Han Yi and the others looked at them with their mouths open.