In the following battle, Ye Ming relied on the occasional sequence ability assistance and his own flexible movement to successfully win the championship of this military exercise.
Time came to night, and under the dark night, a furnace specially used to melt iron was set up on the playground.
"Hurry up, the new round of molten iron is almost ready, who will be the next one?!"
Song Chen picked up the crucible burning in the fire with pliers and shouted to the people nearby.
"I'll do it, I'll do it! I'm the champion of this military exercise and I haven't even made a single iron flower!"
Ye Ming was holding a wooden ladle and a big wooden stick and shouting.
"Okay, okay, I'll just give it to you and give you a face as a champion."
As Song Chen spoke, he picked up the crucible and poured the molten iron into the ladle in Ye Ming's hand.
"Come on! Grandson, try your best to make a super big iron flower!"
"Come on, Dad!"
"Come on, grandson!"
Not far away, Ye Shouben, Ye Yueyue and Ye Mengxia were cheering loudly for Ye Ming.
Children can easily get burned, and the elderly are not in good health, so Ye Ming arranged for them to stay in a relatively far place.
"Okay, watch me!"
Ye Ming walked to a place where the ground was covered with iron filings, placed the wooden ladle filled with boiling molten iron forward, and held the wooden stick in his other hand. The muscles around his arm suddenly tensed up.
A silver light flashed in Ye Ming's eyes, and the power of the wind turned into propulsion to add an engine to the wooden stick.
The stick hit the bottom of the wooden ladle with lightning speed.
"Bang!"
A ball of red liquid flew up into the sky from the wooden ladle and finally exploded in the sky.
A silver iron flower bloomed in the sky, looking very beautiful.
Ye Ming looked at the iron flowers falling from the sky.
When these iron flowers fly into the sky and scatter, the heat in the scattered liquid begins to dissipate rapidly as they become smaller, turning into iron filings whose temperature is not too high and will not cause any serious burns.
However, Ye Ming still used his power of wind to blow away the iron filings.
"He's already knocked over the stinky leaves, so I should be the next one to knock over the iron flowers, right?!"
Yi Zhiyue stared with her pink eyes, looking at the melted iron in the dry pot excitedly and said.
Song Chen looked at Ye Ming's threatening eyes and nodded sincerely.
Yi Zhiyue used the wooden ladle in her hand to catch the molten iron that Song Chen had brought. She excitedly ran to where Ye Ming had just stood, picked up the wooden stick in her hand, and hit the bottom of the wooden stick hard.
The same iron flowers exploded in the sky. Because the force was relatively small, the iron flowers that exploded this time were smaller than the iron flowers that Ye Ming had created before with the help of wind propulsion.
But it still looks very beautiful.
After the iron flower making project was completed, a thick layer of iron filings accumulated in the place where the iron flowers were made.
These iron filings may not seem like a lot, but they are actually quite a lot, and not only are they large in quantity, they are also very heavy.
Anyway, every time the volunteers sweep a bag, it takes at least seven or eight people to lift the iron filings.
"Tonight's evening party at the end of our military training will feature many activities, including the lion dance, which students can sign up for on their own..."
Yan Xiaoyan said this while standing on the stage.
"First, please watch the simple Yangge dance performed by our school leaders. Yangge has..."
After Yan Xiaoyan finished speaking, a group of school leaders wearing red clothes and holding two fans in their hands walked onto the stage, using the fans to block you as they went on stage.
It was obvious that they felt their actions at this moment were extremely embarrassing.
after all……
Let these old men who had just learned it in the afternoon dance the Yangge for the students on the stage...
Not to mention the students, they themselves feel disgusted...
But what can be done about this?
The school principal said so, so they had no choice but to do this...
after all……
At this moment, Yan Xiaoyan was holding a round fan, wearing a red cheongsam, standing in the center of the front row, and began to twist her body and wave the fan to the rhythm of the music.
At this moment, the scene in the audience was quiet.
The students were all staring in amazement at the school leaders who were dancing the Yangge on the stage.
It seems festive when women like Yan Xiaoyan dance the Yangge, which is normal, after all, Yangge is a festive music.
As long as the skills are not too bad and the dancing is acceptable, I find it pleasing to the eye.
But...
There are a few male executives mixed in with these female executives, which is like a pot of good soup mixed with rat shit.
I feel terrible no matter what.
Moreover, these colleagues all have one characteristic: a bald spot on their heads that symbolizes knowledge, fat accumulated over the years on their bellies, and a pear-shaped butt.
Anyway, with their characteristics, when they dance the Yangge, I always feel that the more they dance, the more unpleasant it becomes.
"Ugh~ I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I have to go vomit for a while, there's rat shit mixed in the delicious soup, I really can't stand it!"
"Who on earth thought that there are men in the upper echelons of this show? Before, my three views and five features were the only ones here!"
"I...hiccup!"
"Brother! Brother! Don't fall asleep! You can't fall asleep here!"
…
Some people in the audience couldn't stand it anymore. Some covered their mouths and ran away, some closed their eyes and put on headphones. There was one weirdo who stared with wide eyes for a while, then rolled his eyes and fainted...
I believe that after watching this opening "performance", many people will have a very favorable impression of some of the less favorable aspects of the subsequent performances.
Yan Xiaoyan was fanning herself on the stage, looking at the scene below with a barely perceptible smile on her lips.
After all, she had already arranged the most torturous performance, so as long as the following performances were not too bad, they would be acceptable.
"Alas... the principal is still like this. But after this performance, no one will think the program is bad anymore..."
Ye Ming sat on a blanket in the audience, holding Ye Yueyue in his arms and said.
"That's true. Principal Yan's plan is truly brilliant. The opening scene is a thunderclap that lets everyone see the most destructive show. Even if there are minor flaws in the following shows, some people will think of this show to protect it."
Yi Zhiyue beside her nodded and said.
"Dad... this music is so nice. The grandpa and grandma on the stage said they can dance. Do they dance like that in the village square often?"
Ye Ming pointed his head at Ye Yueyue's chest, not giving her any chance to turn her head towards the stage.
"I want to see the grandparents dance..."
"Good boy~"
Ye Ming rubbed Ye Yueyue's white hair helplessly.
"Xiao Yueyue, I can't look at this. It will cause stye..."
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