Chapter 962: Eight-year Zhang Yunmeng

"My goodness."
Bai Yilin walked to the podium and was surprised:
"Open your eyes, Zhang Yumeng, you really let the teacher open your eyes and sing too well, definitely will!"
"listen well!"
The students have echoed:
"It’s better than the big stars."
"..."
"But I still dance, martial arts and magic. I don't know which one to perform?" Meng Meng actually missed the thought.
Martial arts is very simple, and some good-looking moves are now played out casually.
Magic, fire, fireball, fire whip, and those small treasures, just take out a few, can make the stage effect burst.
Too many will be very entangled.
Meng Meng does not know what to choose, I plan to go back and ask my parents.
"Well, let's Zhang Yumeng have a good example. I will take a show first. If Zhang Yumeng's songs are not rehearsed, I will eat this teaching building." Bai Yilin was full of confidence.
These songs of the day, plus the value of the sky, can go to be a star, she feels that if the parents of Meng Meng agree, it is estimated that it will soon be on the streets.
As everyone knows, in the past few years, the Baby Awards, Golden Awards and other awards have been soft.
"Is there any other programs? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid to sign up, and focus on participation. If everything is over, we can fire eight times a year," Bai Yilin said.
"Teacher, I want to talk to Xiaobai."
"I can perform poetry reading."
"..."
In a short while, Bai Yilin recorded eight shows.
Of course, he is only confident about Meng Meng, and other programs may not be able to pass the rehearsal.
The class began and the students studied hard.
After school, sit in the car.
"Mom, I want to attend the Christmas Festival at school. The teacher asked me to prepare a program. I said that I can sing, dance, martial arts, and magic. The students let me sing. I sang a little good look, then we Teacher Bai said that I can definitely rehearse, but what to do, I dance, martial arts, and magic are also very good."
"Arts festival?"
The enthusiasm of Zi Yan is not on any program, and quickly asked: "Can our parents go to see it?"
"Amount?" Meng Meng stunned: "I don't know this, it seems that it is not possible. We have so many people in the middle school, and parents can't sit down."
"This way."
Zi Yan looked at Zhang Han inadvertently: "Nothing, anyway, have your dad, when he takes me to see your show."
"What do I want to perform?" Meng Meng asked.
"The magic is not going to happen. The treasures in your hands are very powerful. If you blow up the stage, you have to go to the news."
Zi Yan grinds and says: "The martial arts does not perform. You perform martial arts alone and do not sing and dance properly."
"Singing, okay." Meng Meng shook her legs.
"Singing and dancing are together, singing and dancing. These days, my mother taught you, first we have to choose a song, what to sing..."
The two of them talked in the back seat.
For the Meng Meng performance, Zi Yan still has some expectations.
"Do I want to sing my mother's song?"
"No, my mom hasn't made a new song recently, looking for a recent better song, and then my mother will study dance for you."
"What song do you want to choose?" Meng Meng is thinking about some nice pop songs that have been heard recently.
"I don't know." Where does Meng Meng know what to sing, and in the face of this multiple choices, Meng Meng is also rarely entangled.
"When we go back to listen to the song, we are looking at which one to choose." After the purple singer finished, she suddenly looked at Zhang Han: "How come you have nothing to do? Give advice."
"Okay, the suggestion is coming."
Zhang Han smiled and opened the music broadcast.
While listening to the song, drive the car and let the girls in the back seat study for themselves.
In this aspect of the song, he has no talent other than the two porters.
Later, Zi Yan also called the big liar, and thought that it was really a versatile god-level songwriter, who knows that it is a lie.
But this does not delay the handsomeness of the child.
Back home, the two girls ran to the music room to listen to the song, and chose two hours before they selected the prepared program.
"In this way, choose a good song, my mother studied the dance action, and then train you for a few days, ok." Zi Yan smiled.
"I finally finished, I can..."
You can practice spells, then play with them for a while, go back to the castle and play black games for half an hour, go to bed, and have a wonderful life.
"You can go to work."
A word of purple 让, let Meng Meng face stiff, then became a resentment.
"Mom, why do you say such terrible things."
......
The homework is very simple. After half an hour, I basically finished writing, dinner, practicing, playing, and life is very fulfilling.
Eight o'clock the next day.
Purple and Meng Meng began to practice in the dance studio.
"This song is light and mellow, not suitable for too intense dance, just use some popular simple moves, like this..."
Industry specializing in surgery.
Zhang Han sat at the door and watched the purple dance, feeling the pinnacle of life, great.
Meng Meng has the foundation of martial arts, the speed of learning is very fast, basically practice two times to pass, the rest is to remember the order of the action, singing is very tiring, but this is not a thing for Meng Meng child.
Two days on the weekend, I am honestly staying at Xinyue Mountain.
The one who brought back the good news this time is Zhang Guangyou.
Zhang Han and Zi Yan are sitting in the pavilion under the Leiyang tree, watching Meng Meng and Chen Chuan draw a martial arts.
"Meng Meng, finally there is news of the relics."
Zhang Guangyou gathered in front of Meng Meng and smiled: "A c-level relic, in Zhuhai."
"amount?"
Meng Meng immediately stopped the action, eyes brightened: "Which day?"
"Christmas Day, twenty-five, about 9:00 am to 10:00 am." Zhang Guangyou said with a smile: "This grandfather took you to play, to ensure that you do not intervene, let you play a happy, killing countless, good or not ?"
The first two times, Zhang Guangyou was also somewhat depressed. He thought that Meng Meng liked to wander around and watch the scenery. Who knows that Xiaotoutou is quite fond of fighting, and did not perform well.
"I won't go with you."
Meng Meng scorned: "I am not going this time..."
"Ah? Don't go? Really fake?" Zhang Guangyou stunned.
"Really, I still have something to do, Grandpa, go on your own." Meng Meng put a small hand, but the depths of his eyes, but flashed a trace of embarrassment.
Hey, people go to play this time.
"What do I play with myself, a small c-level relic."
Zhang Guangyou was speechless and uninteresting. He went to Zhang Han and said: "Okay, then the two of you will continue to practice here."
Not far away, Zhang Han saw the shape, and the corner of his mouth was slightly tilted.
A little bit of a cute look, Zhang Han probably guessed the thoughts in her heart.
Want to play by yourself?
nonexistent.
Although knowing the treasures in her space ring and the treasures on her body, it is enough to ensure safety, but Zhang Han will be worried.
"son."
Zhang Guangyou sat down and his face was positive: "There was a movement in Kunlun. The night wolf just called me. If there is no accident, the passage in the past will be opened. The people in Kunlun fairyland will appear. Your grandfather can came back."
"When?" Zhang Han asked.
"Probably the New Year's Eve." Zhang Guangyou sighed: "Your grandfather is not easy. Only when I see you, will you smile and be happy. This time I will see you and Lily so much, he will also Very happy."
"I will pick him up when I get there." Zhang Han nodded.
If you don't see one side, it will be strange, and the feelings will take time and companionship. You can know that Grandpa is the wooden uncle who was next to the village. More or less, he has the basis of feelings.
"When I wait three days, the passage opens. Within three days, he won't come down, we will go up." Zhang Guangyou said: "Don't be like the last time, you go to Kunxu, my mother and you come out to look for you, still anxious not like Look like."
"it is good."
"But Kunlun Fairyland is not a general place. It should also be called a cultivator. It is very strong. The level of Jindan is very common. You also said that there is a gap between the early, middle, late and peak. We are There is no rival in this world, and there are many people who have to be scrupulous." Zhang Guangyou exclaimed: "The days of calm may be over. In recent years, it is also time to cultivate and strengthen.
"There is no big crisis. Kunlun Xianjie is just a barren place. If there is no rule suppression, it is not as good as this main world." Zhang Han smiled.
"No, I am very curious about what is the level of your strength?" Zhang Guangyou looked at Zhang Han strangely.
Whether it is Muzhangmen, Jiangjiangmen, or Dong Shu, himself, the militant three elders, etc., many people have reached the level of half-step Jindan, but they can face Zhang Han, but they are not the enemy of one blow. What level is he?
"You will know when you get there."
Zhang Han smiled and did not answer.
Because the Kunlun fairyland is wide open, his strength will have a qualitative improvement. Of course, he must first enter the Kunlun fairy world to break through.
"The world will be surging, and it has been more than five years since the people from the top."
Zhang Guangyou smiled and laughed: "Remember the Guangming Cliff Subeimu, Luofu Jianzong Ding Jiu Ming, Xiaopeng Wang Shifeng waiting, from the soul of the sect of the dust, the mixed world of the devil Wang Yeyuan, the group of Tianjiao disciples, into Kunlun, afraid of being like a fish, the strength is unknown What happened?"
"Maybe it will become the backbone, and the qualifications of the few guys are still okay." Zhang Han smiled.
In the past, Zhang Guangyou felt very arrogant, but now, it feels normal.
Because his own son is too bad.
Time is fleeting.
Finally, on the afternoon of the 23rd, the show rehearsed.
As an art festival, of course, no show will be on stage, and it will take a rehearsal.
In the middle school, thousands of students, there are always some versatile.
Playing piano, cymbals, guitar singing, cross talk, etc., there is really a magic show to be accepted.
Meng Meng, very simple performance, did not dance, directly picked up the microphone to sing.
The crisp and full of personality sounds like the magic of indulgence.
Easy to pass, directly through the rehearsal.
Zhang Yumeng, who worked eight times a year, was soon famous in the rehearsal venue.
The inaction of Fan Waiyue has been published in the public version of Wang Zhang, and everyone is concerned about viewing.