The fifth graders weren't divided into groups yet; they're about to enter middle school, and their workload will be slightly heavier.
The fifth-grade teacher was a high school student. At home, he was the kind of person who worked like a workhorse and had to earn money to support himself while he was in school, so he had even less opportunity to come into contact with the leisure items that rich people used to have.
At this moment, all I feel is envy.
The principal, too lazy to listen to their excuses, waved his hand and ordered everyone to review the broadcast gymnastics in preparation for firing the first shot next Monday.
What a powerful argument! Han Shuyun was giving them a heads-up.
“ChouChou is the lead dancer. Anyone who joins is not allowed to run away until the music stops, or the children will be sad. You can’t just watch without joining either.”
Several people shook their heads.
I rarely get to enjoy the luxuries that the wealthy have, so why would I run away?
Han Shuyun gave them a look that said, "Don't try to run away later," and led them over.
Actually, you don't need to bring it.
Because the loud music had already resounded throughout the entire campus, it sounded like the prelude to a march.
As expected of a king who led a large zombie horde, he can fool even ghosts with his little mouth.
At this moment, students from grades one to five were already lined up neatly by class, waiting for the music to start.
Actually, Shishi gave everyone a piece of candy.
The scene of bribery was quite spectacular.
Today we're doing the "weight-loss dance".
Music is music, rhythm is rhythm, the dance king starts the beat.
"Tap, tap, tap."
"Stomp your feet and clap your hands, nod and say hi."
"Twist your waist to the left, and shake off your fat to the right."
"Take a deep breath to replenish your energy, and shout out to promote growth."
"You follow her lead, he shouts with me. Everyone shouts together: Get up~~"
Ugly's music is full of energy, and the snapshots are subtle. When everyone shouts, the record player also "starts up~".
When the principal and several teachers arrived, all they saw was a bunch of kids shouting "Get up!" but unable to get up.
They were all bent over, their hands on their knees, wiggling their little butts and swaying their non-existent fat.
It feels like a muscle cramp.
Principal and teachers: ? ? ?
The song and the dance don't match at all.
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