Chapter 11: : Face is given by others, face is lost by myself

"The cow, the cow, the cow, the cow, the donkey does not say, one word: cow!"
"This is warming up?"
"Wait, is this program an acrobatic show?"
"Throwing a flying knife is also one of the acrobatics. There is nothing wrong with it. It’s just that this kind of precision is too bullish. The oranges thrown up can hit, it’s terrible."
After a while, some students are already desperate. At this time, the leader, the principal, the class teacher, the parents of Baimeiren, and a leader of the Gangyang Yingwu stood up and waved to stop the program from continuing. Six flying knives and six nailed oranges are too scary. To know that oranges are not fixed, they are thrown up. The position of Tang Shidao Station is far away. This can still hit the level of students, and even professional people may not be able to do better.
It is not difficult for the principal to stand up and stop: it is too dangerous!
"Wait a minute." The leader of Gangyang Yingwu shouted loudly and walked to the stage in a few big steps. I took the flying knife in the hands of Tang Shidao and saw that the brow was immediately knotted.
This is the real knife!
Very sharp.
A knife that can scratch the skin with a stroke!
The headmaster also came to power, regardless of the buzz of the audience. He didn’t pay much attention to the performance of the show, but the white beauty stood opposite. In their hearts, this is a performance that accidentally kills a person, and definitely can't go on. In the face of this change, everyone knows what to worry about, and now I will see how the principal handles it.
Lei Dazhuang did not hurt at this time, rushed to the stage to reason.
The principal felt too dangerous and the show must stop.
Lei Da Zhuang can not do it, trotting a few steps away to pick up a stick of oranges, shouted: "It is not dangerous, the Taoist never missed. You look at me..."
Before the principal and the leadership responded, Lei Dazhuang had already thrown up the oranges, and there were six throws. It seemed like a wild bee flying overhead. Don't need to put a hundred and a hundred spells in the Tang Shidao, you can get it with a quick aura. Six small flying shots, easily nailed six oranges. Lei Dazhuang still wants to continue to demonstrate, the headmaster has already rushed to the front of Lei Da Zhuang, the whole chicken is like an eagle.
The leader of the British martial arts also blocked the face of Tang Shidao and indicated that he would not continue.
"I said that there is no danger. The Taoist priest has never lost his hand." Lei Dazhuang has practiced many times and is not afraid at all.
"No, what if you miss it?" The principal disagreed.
In the eyes of adults, there is always an unexpected factor of 'just in case'. This is not distrust, it is a kind of protection. In the hearts of adults, the farther away the child is, the better. Even if you bathe in a bath, it is best to bring a lifebuoy. Seeing such a dangerous flying knife performance, the principal had scared the soft legs, and dared to let the performance go on.
This is his student, not a target.
Lei Da Zhuang can't win and can only tell: "Then we remove some performances, only do some people who don't need people, do you have a light brand?"
When the principal heard that he did not need anyone, he immediately said a few words with the leader of the British military.
The final decision: you can let the show, but we must look around, stop the show once it is found to be dangerous.
Negotiated.
The show continues.
Bai Meiren appeared again, picked up the tools and worked on the wooden wall, and nailed a small piece of lanyard. The leader of the face of Yingwu has been stopped in front of Tang Shidao, and the principal is not even allowed to touch the knife. Until the White Beauty completely nailed the wooden sign, he took out a long wooden stick and shouted: "Yes."
Tang Shidao nodded and took the masked towel from Lei Dazhuang.
At this time.
"Wait a minute, what are you doing?" The headmaster looked at Tang Shidao and his eyes hurt.
"Nothing, this is the method of 'listening to the sound'. It's knocking over there, throwing a knife here, hitting a small wooden sign to count. The headmaster, the stick is so long that it won't be thrown into people, you can rest assured. "Lei Da Zhuang is speechless. I trained him a few days ago and dared to knock on it. It is impossible to have something."
The principal’s life and death are not allowed, indicating that there is danger for people to stand there.
The leader of Yingwu said: "Tang classmate, let me knock it?"
Tang Shidao nodded: "Of course, this is not a fake."
Seeing that the headmaster of the leadership can't say anything, he knows that the leader is the one who works in that department and is the one who has the ability. Bai Meiren handed over the stick and whispered softly: "You are a little farther, you can knock it one or two times. We have practiced many times, no accidents, don't worry."
Yingwu’s leader smiled and nodded.
The performance continues.
Tang Shidao still blindfolded, the leader of the British military extended the stick and slammed one of the wooden cards. After knocking, I was just wondering if Tang Shidao would like to knock it again. A flying knife instantly nailed a small wooden sign that was still shaking slightly. The students at the stage looked at them and immediately screamed. This is a blindfolded knife. The accuracy is not to say, the ear is also superman level.
Knock again, shoot again; knock again, shoot again.
Ten small wooden cards shot five, and none of them fell into disappointment.
At this moment.
Tang Shidao turned gently and completely turned his back to the wooden wall. As soon as I saw this action, the students shouted again. Before facing the front, it is possible to do some hands and feet on the masked towel. Now I can't see it even if I turn around. The leadership of Yingwu was a bit worried, but he continued to knock and carefully guard against the angle of Tang Shidao throwing a flying knife.
Two strokes and a stop, Tang Shidao slightly throws sideways.
Nothing unexpected.
The small flying knife hits again accurately. The venue was shocked, and the students watched the final five swords perfectly.
At this time, Lei Dazhuang jumped out and did things.
He took out the long-stabbed shelf that was prepared early, and placed it under the wooden wall. He waited for the principal to shout and immediately rushed: "Don't worry about the principal, this time I don't throw a flying knife. We throw oranges. Have you ever eaten skewers? This is Strings are thrown. There is an orange thrown over there, a string of ten, a total of ten. Come, Baimei, you throw one first."
Bai Meiren also played, and threw a hand, the orange is half a meter away from the target.
The classmates laughed aloud, but they wouldn’t be surprised. The level of ordinary people and ‘Little Tang Fei’s knife’ is so far away.
Lei Dazhuang tried six of them to barely string one, not in the middle, only wearing a little skin.
The leader of the British martial arts only threw two and hit one, the level is quite good. The headmaster also threw a face to the face... Well, throw it directly to the side of the opposite side. The students laughed and Tang Shidao began to perform. Throw one by one, and soon throw ten and ten in a string. The classmates were amazed, but Lei Dazhuang was not big enough, and he randomly called several classmates to throw them up.
This section is about the atmosphere and the whole people have fun.
Tang Shidao slowly throws one by one, and the other classmates throw it together, throwing a few oranges and then rotating other students to play.
It’s noisy.
Soon, only ten of the ten long thorns remained. The other students were only lucky to hit a few, and the rest were all Tang Shidao.
"This time I want to throw them together." Seeing the remaining two long thorns, Lei Daqiang is decisive and adds difficulty: "The Taoist priest uses one hand and throws two oranges at a time. You can't use your hands, only one hand. Throw, one of them is not counted."
"Okay, no problem." Tang Shidao picked up two oranges in one hand.
Easily.
Quickly finish the last twenty oranges.
At this moment.
"Taoist, come on, finally play this." Lei Dazhuang unplugged the other flying knives and threw a high tennis ball.
Tang Shidao flying knife shot.
This is not pegged.
Just let the tennis ball bounce on the flying knife.
When the tennis ball bounces.
Then the second flying knife was shot again.
Bounce again.
Shoot again.
Bounce again.
Shoot again. The tennis ball was nailed until the seventh flying knife. Everyone was amazed, and the arrangement of the seven flying knives was just the tilted Big Dipper.
In the blink of an eye.
Applause, whistle, snoring, snoring like a huge wave, and the students who threw the oranges themselves smashed the palm of their hands. Seeing that Tang Shidao put back the small flying knife, Bai Meiren came out to the curtain, and the principal was relieved. Parents also applauded, saying that the show was really amazing. After a long, long time, the school scene barely calmed down.
The vote begins.
No doubt: 40 votes! A pitiful number.
"Well?" The headmaster was a little worried.
This is not right.
Just now you shouted so loudly, praised so high, now how to vote for it? Thousands of students voted for 40 votes. Is this unscientific?
The scene was silent for a long time.
The voting number has not changed, it is still 40 votes.
Teachers, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know how to react. The headmaster’s face was a bit ugly, and the leader of the British army also frowned. The leader of the middle position in the audience whispered: "This is the program of 314 classes? How many students are there in 314?"
"40."
"Hey." Looking at the number of votes on the screen 40, the leader of the theme was thoughtful.
For a while.
The voting time is over, and in the end, dozens of votes have been added, perhaps the teachers have voted. As a result, the program of 314 classes was ranked last with the lowest number of votes. The head of the principal was black and the bottom of the pot. Even the last speech made the vice-president hold the manuscript and read it. He ran to the leader and explained it softly. On the other side, Ji Ziyu of Class 1 is also dumbfounded.
Find an empty child.
Ji Ziyu sneaked through his own support: "Hold the grass, how is this going? I let you all vote for me, didn't let you not vote for 314 classes. Now everyone knows that there are ghosts. What do you do? , pit me?"
Toto is also very scared: "Ji Shao, I don't know. Weixin Group has paid ‘no vote’ 314 classes, I thought it was yours...

Ji Ziyu was stunned and shouted: "Let you not vote, don't vote? You are stupid. Just performing so well, don't you even click on ‘Like’?

"The other party only gives half the money, and says 'no vote' to receive the other half, so..." The road came out of the truth.
The show is good, not as good as money.
If you fly a knife or a missile, we wait for the other half of the money.
Ji Ziyu is stupid.
I have always been very clever, I did not expect that the other party's means are more sophisticated. I can't expose each other! The prestige group is built by oneself, and the one is to find it by himself. The red envelope is made by himself. The other party played a hand in his own position and also successfully attacked himself. Can you say that this is not my trust, is it someone else's care?
Do not!
Must not!
It is time to clear up the relationship as soon as possible, stating that it has nothing to do with these ‘t’.
"The prestige group immediately disbanded, you all flashed, don't tell me." Ji Ziyu tried to get out of the way for the first time, too lazy to control other people. Then call the father again and let the adults come up with ideas. This matter is not big, it is not small. Playing this hand in front of a group of leaders, you know what people think.
"Yi Ziyu, the first place in your class, took the stage to receive the award..."
"Hey!" Ji Ziyu was shocked and shouted: holding the grass! Forgot this, this time is not awkward!
When I received the award, Ji Ziyu never dared to laugh. I only felt that the parents’ expressions were weird. The principal’s expression was weird, and the leadership’s expression was strange. Hearing the host and letting himself talk about the acceptance speech, Ji Ziyu could not put a microphone into his mouth.
Scattered.
Lei Dazhuang also came over to fill the knife: "I don't want to be a class. We lost, and I have all the bags for a week and a week in your class, let go of the belly and eat. Hahahaha!"
Seeing the other side's expression of alms, Ji Ziyu hated the teeth. At this time, other passing students greeted each other, but their eyes were different. Seeing the 314 class of those goods, they poured a look of the star. In particular, Tang Shidao, obviously is a humble, but now it is like a hero of everyone.
At this moment.
Ji Ziyu suddenly remembered a sentence: face is given by others, face is lost!