The five people silently questioned the person in the know.
Han Shuyun shrugged. "This is the dance led by Chou Chou. Do you want to participate?"
She skipped it once, and it was an unforgettable experience.
"Principal, I still have lessons to prepare, so I'll head back now."
"Principal, I haven't finished grading the assignments, so I have to go now."
"Principal, I also need to highlight the key points for the students' exams."
"Principal, my lower back hurts a bit, I need to go back and get it massaged."
The four teachers walked hurriedly, their backs to the camera showing signs of panic.
The music is good music, the loudspeaker is a good loudspeaker, but as for dancing, forget it, I can't afford to lose face like that.
A gust of wind blew by, leaving only the bewildered principal and the worldly-wise Teacher Han.
"Teacher Han, the children are quite lively, so I'll leave them in your care."
"Such a smart child should be able to learn gymnastics today. Let them relax this afternoon and don't schedule anything for tomorrow afternoon."
Another gust of wind blew by, and the principal was nowhere to be seen. He was afraid that if he ran a step slower, his slender waist would suffer.
He ran to the corner and pinched the loose skin on his waist.
There's not even an ounce of meat, so where would the fat come from?
Where did this little brat learn those words?
When Han Shuyun sneaked into her classroom, she found ten heads peering out of the two windows—heads she knew all too well.
What are you doing here?
Chen Xiao wasn't surprised; he spent every day with the children.
Didn't Xie Lin no longer need to take care of the children?
His entire squad is here. Does that mean they're on a mission?
But it's a bit strange that the leader was also there.
Xiao Dan wasn't embarrassed at all. "I've come to see Xiao Hua... the child."
Last time, all the men in the camp suffered, but this time it was all Boy Scouts, who were more cheerful and pleasing to the eye than the restrained adults.
It's definitely more satisfying to watch others make fools of themselves.
Han Shuyun understood immediately.
Watching the kids is just an excuse; watching the unruly kids cause trouble at school is the real purpose.
The baby was released, and the camera was turned on to capture the innocent and childlike scenes from every angle.
It was patting its leg while recording the video. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't dancing, it was just pouting from laughing.
Composing a march while dancing and sticking out your buttocks is simply unprecedented!
It's going to be made into short videos, and then shown to them when they're older. It'll definitely be a huge money-maker, hahaha.
An elderly woman passing by heard the loud and exciting music and curiously poked her head in. What she saw was an elderly woman with back pain who couldn't squat down.
Finding it interesting, she simply sat at the doorway and watched to her heart's content.
Gradually, more and more villagers were attracted to the area, most of whom were elderly people who had nothing to do.
"Haha, apart from the first few, the kids in the back look like lame old ladies."
"Nonsense, he looks like a hunchbacked old man."
"Those kids in front must play often, they're very skilled. It's more pleasing to the eye to watch them. My grandson is just like those old women who used to jump around, all crazy."
"Haha, my grandson is just like your grandson. My eyes cramp up if I look at him for too long."
"Are they dancing? Is that little girl the lead dancer? She looks like a young girl from a performing arts troupe. But this dance is so embarrassing to watch."
"It's quite embarrassing. What respectable girl would stick her butt out and wiggle in front of someone?"
Several elderly men and women were enjoying the show when they heard these two sarcastic remarks, so they frowned and turned around to look.
They were two young women who had been working in the countryside for several years and were tanned dark from the sun before marrying into the village. However, they always considered themselves city dwellers and would occasionally put on airs of being cultured people, unable to integrate into the village.
"What are you saying? People can dance however they want if they're happy. If you don't like watching, you can leave. We like watching."
"Yes, my little chubby is jumping too, look how happy he is."
“I know that little girl. She gave my little chubby boy two candies. He talks about it all the time at home.”
"Your little chubby one has candy too, and so does my precious grandson."
"What? She's willing to do that?"
"Yes, not only does my son have them, but all of his classmates have them, two each."
Hiss~~
There are dozens of children in a class, so there must be dozens of candies, right?
"Pshaw, you're kidding, right? Would she be that generous? Who would be willing to give away something good to someone else?"
"She has a powerful maternal family and a powerful husband's family, of course they're willing to spend money. She's so old and she can still go to school, which means her family loves her. What's wrong with spending a little something?"
"Alright, stop being so sour. If you don't like it, leave. Don't ruin our viewing experience."
"That's right, they're not eating your food. Come on, the fishing boats will be back soon, let's get back to work."
Just then, the march ended, and Little Fatty ran over, covered in sweat.
"Hey, the Queen is giving out candy again! Everyone who danced got one, so we'll each get half."
The chubby boy unwrapped the candy, took a bite of half, and stuffed the other half into the old lady's mouth.
The old lady chuckled, "Look, it's real candy, oh my, so sweet!"
The two young women left, pouting.
What are you showing off for? You have so much candy, why don't you keep it for yourself? How stupid.
Han Shuyun was afraid that the whole afternoon would be dominated by Chou Chou, so she hurriedly ran out before the next song started.
"Chou Chou, you're not dancing anymore, you have to learn gymnastics. The principal said we only have three classes this afternoon, so we have to hurry. If we don't learn it, we won't be able to participate in gymnastics on Monday."
It doesn't matter if he's ugly, he can still dance in space anyway.
Han Shuyun arranged the team, with the first graders at the back and the other grades at the front, and the rhythm was a collective count of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
The teaching is excellent, and the students are all doing well, but there's just one... unique one.
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