Two days into the weekend, the much-anticipated sports meet finally arrived.
On Monday morning, the principal gave a speech and announced the official opening of the art festival, followed by artistic performances from each class. The school required that each class must have two programs.
Chorus is basically the first choice for every class. The other options are either poetry recitation or individual performances by talented students.
Lin Jingbei's class chose chorus and poetry recitation.
The music teacher is also a face lover, so Lin Jingbei, an outstanding talent with good grades and good looks, naturally attracted his favor.
Originally they wanted him to lead the singing, but Lin Jingbei's hoarse voice was not suitable, and he also expressed strong reluctance, so they gave him an easy job - conducting.
Not only does he not have to sing, but the judges can also see him at a glance. If they are in a good mood, they will naturally give him a higher score. This is called the beauty trap.
Lin Jingbei was not really interested in taking this job, because he knew nothing about keeping rhythm.
I could only pretend to move left and right and up and down like the teacher.
However, his interactions with his classmates were like throwing a wink to a blind man.
The classmates couldn't understand the beat he was making, and he couldn't direct the rhythm. They just sang when they opened their mouths and he moved when he raised his hands.
I went on stage after two days of practice.
"Next, please enjoy the performance of 'On the Songhua River' by the students of Class 1, Grade 2. Stay tuned."
The team had already formed up on the steps, and one after another ran up to the podium, with Lin Jingbei being the last one.
After he came on stage, there was warm applause from the audience and all the students in Class 1 bowed.
Then, Lin Jingbei turned around and everyone started their own performances.
Fortunately, he had his back to the judges below, so they couldn't see his gestures clearly. After two days of practice, the students sang in unison much more effectively.
"My home is on the Songhua River. There are forests and coal mines there, and there are soybeans and sorghum growing all over the mountains. My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China..."
After singing, Lin Jingbei turned around again and unexpectedly saw his parents standing under a tree outside the playground.
The school is open today and parents are allowed to come in and watch their children's performances, but because it is a busy time of year, not many parents come, and there are only a few people around.
Lin Jingbei's eyes lit up. After he got off the stage, he didn't return to his seat in the classroom, but went straight into the arms of his parents.
"Why are you here?" The voice was filled with strong joy.
Before he left, he said there would be a cultural performance this morning, but his father said he might not have time.
It turns out they were all lying to him.
Lin Lu: "Your dad said he has a surprise for you."
Song Chen crossed his arms in front of his chest and said, "How is it? Are you surprised or not?"
Even during the sports meet, Lin Jingbei wore his school uniform. The clean blue and white uniform fit the boy perfectly, zipped up to his chest, and the clothes had a faint scent of soap. His smile was clean and clear.
Lin Jingbei scratched his head: "Didn't I tell you not to come?"
Linlu joked: "Then let's go back."
"No need, there are performances from other classes, you can watch for a while longer." Lin Jingbei said quickly.
To show that he had watched the performance carefully, his father Song Chen praised: "I just watched it. You played the beat pretty well. You have a good sense of rhythm."
Lin Jingbei: Uh, you don’t actually have to say this.
"Dad, you really watched it carefully."
"Yeah, if you don't believe me, ask your mom. She was watching very carefully and could tell where you were at a glance."
Lin Lu's intuition told him that this man would be in trouble soon.
As expected.
His shrewd son, Lin Jingbei, asked, "What song did our class sing?"
What song? Song Chen didn't really listen to it, he was just chatting with his wife.
"Well, someone from the factory is looking for me. I'll go over there. Good luck in the next competition, wife, let's go."
The change of topic was so abrupt.
Lin Jingbei pouted, "I'll have my 1000m race tomorrow, remember to come and watch."
"Got it. Go back quickly. Your homeroom teacher is looking for you."
Lin Lu was holding a bag of snacks that she had bought for him on the way. "Abei, share them with your classmates. Your dad and I are leaving first."
Song Chen pulled Lin Lu down the stairs and left. Lin Jingbei's heart was filled with sweetness from the extra snacks.
In the past, his father and grandparents were very busy, and except for parent-teacher meetings, he never dared to tell them about any activities at school. He was often the only one watching other classmates talking and laughing with their parents.
Carrying snacks back to the class, before he could say anything, Shi Lei, the cheeky one, said, "Brother Bei, our parents came to see our performance. Did they bring us some snacks?"
The girls in the class were speechless at Shi Lei's shameless behavior.
Lin Jingbei saved a few candies and a bag of snacks for himself, and handed the bag to Shi Lei: "Share them with your classmates. Don't just give them to the boys, give some to the girls too."
Listen, this is what a gentleman does.
By comparison, there are only two types of boys in the class: one is the high-quality human Lin Jingbei, and the other is the remaining twenty or so ordinary boys.
The male god is completely defeated, okay?
"The clothes are cleaner than mine, a girl's."
"That's right. I've observed him for two years. He always cleans all his shoes. Other boys may not even change their shoes once a month. It's really smelly sitting behind them."
"I don't know what kind of soap Lin Jingbei used on his clothes. When I asked him a question last time, it smelled so good."
"His hair is always clean and flowing."
While everyone was discussing this enthusiastically, Huang Yingjiao said, "You should not only thank Lin Jingbei, but also his mother, Teacher Lin. These things were sent by Teacher Lin. I also think that Lin Jingbei has such good tutoring because of Teacher Lin's good teaching. Her clothes smell so good because of Teacher Lin's good taste. He is smart and good-looking because of Teacher Lin's ability to choose a good partner."
After studying with Lin Lu for so long, Huang Yingjiao went from liking Lin Jingbei at first, to liking Uncle Song, and finally being conquered by Teacher Lin's personal charm.
Super cool.
She wants to become a person like Teacher Lin in the future.
The other students were impressed. You know what, it really makes a lot of sense.
Seeing the essence through the phenomenon, so what they like is not Lin Jingbei, but Teacher Lin?
Lin Jingbei's mouth twitched when he heard this. He wanted to thank his mother even more for giving him all these superior things.
Their class's poetry recitation was in half an hour. He had rejected the class teacher's invitation. The ones chosen were Huang Yingjiao, Wang Youwei, class monitor He Hao and cultural and entertainment committee member Qiao Rong.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke in an exaggerated tone. Lin Jingbei chose to put on his Walkman to listen to English. Usually, at this time, as long as you stay in your seat in the class, no one will bother you.
The fate of the third-year junior high school students is quite difficult, because the high school entrance examination is coming soon, so they don’t need to participate in cultural performances, and participation in track and field activities is also voluntary.
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