Chapter 38: The Yellow River is roaring (2)

I am ashamed that Geng Geng, who was so gloomy, used to secretly unplug the two number buttons on the karaoke machine while other children were singing and dancing, and silently abolished 20% of the songs on the playlist.
Owner of Regal Seafood Hotel, would you please let me explain?
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In fact, everyone can sing these two songs. At first hearing this majestic chorus seems to be no problem. I don’t need to practice it. Of course, I have a bad feeling about music. Not going out of tune is enough to bring tears to my eyes.
I have been singing very quietly. At the beginning of the rehearsal, I was shocked by my unfavorable situation, but I observed that all the students around, including Yu Huai, were reading the lyrics while immersing themselves in the questions. I was determined, took out the English workbook, and joined A large force with one mind and two purposes.
Anyway, I can’t let Yu Huai hear me singing.
I hummed with a small voice, and suddenly felt the gaze of Yu Huai beside me.
"What's the matter?" I was like a big enemy.
"...Uh, can you lend me your red pen?"
"Oh," I breathed a sigh of relief, "Take it to use."
Yu Huai reached out and took out the pen from my pencil case, and smiled at me with a tilted mouth.
After singing the "Yellow River Cantata", Wen Xiaoxiao's expression was a little reluctant: "Everyone sang very well, really well, but it's just that there is a little problem with the rhythm of certain parts. Everyone should pay attention, the main focus of the judges is also For these parts, sing a few beats as long as you sing. Don't keep the long notes endlessly. For example, in the eighth bar, there is a quarter-beat rest here. You must stop it!"
We sang this section several times in accordance with Wen Xiaoxiao's requirements. Before each time, Wen Xiaoxiao would tirelessly show everyone the pause that "must be stopped", but even I can hear it, students brake It was not very neat, the last measure was still smoothly slid to the next measure by us.
"No, right..." Wen Xiaoxiao blushed, not sure if he was anxious or angry, "You can't sing like this, why don't you listen to my demonstration!"
Xu Yanliang, who had been standing at the door, suddenly slapped the blackboard eraser on the podium table, and a loud noise shocked most of the class.
"Xu Yanliang, you are sick!"
In the condemnation of everyone, Xu Yanliang cleared his throat with a serious face, and walked off the stage to inspect us and said: "Are you worthy of Wen Xiaoxiao's hard work? Put away the workbook! If you are like this, let's not practice. Yes, all show hands to vote. As long as half of them pass, I will tell the team committee teacher that we will retire! The big deal is that Class 5 will not participate, let the whole grade know that we pay more attention to learning than Class 1 and Class 2, but we still fail the exam. People!"
These rich words are obviously very useful, everyone put down their pens one after another, their expressions are complicated. When Xu Yanliang walked to the back of the classroom with hands behind his back, I had already taken out the camera and quietly took pictures of his rare cadre posture.
Xu Yanliang saw it, and blocked my camera with a big hand, which was even more cold than the village branch's written attitude towards the unannounced reporter.
"Don't shoot the side, show your belly." He explained.
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At Xu Yanliang's request, all the students stood up on the spot, eliminating the possibility of some people burying their heads in workbooks.
However, this does not solve the problem that the quarter rest cannot stop the brake.
"It's better than last time, but the pause is not obvious and untidy." Wen Xiaoxiao helped his glasses and exchanged a helpless look with Xu Yanliang.
"You can't sing one by one."
I looked at Yu Huai in disbelief. It was him, so he suggested single practice.
Wen Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up and nodded quickly: "This is a good suggestion!"
I was so sad that I was bombarded by friendly fire, and it instantly overwhelmed me.
Wen Xiaoxiao pointed to the classmates at the first table of our group and said: "Start with you, just sing this section, and go back vertically."
This means that the seventh is my turn.
While Wen Xiaoxiao carefully instructed the students in the first row to practice the rhythm, I quickly turned my head and said to Yu Huai: "You let me go, I'm going to the bathroom."
Yu Huai didn't notice my panic. He was about to give up his position. I suddenly heard Wen Xiaoxiao's gentle voice in the front row: "This way other students will have a hard time paying attention, or I'll just call them out of order... …"
"That's fine, then...Geng Geng, where are you going?"
...Do you think this world is very unkind?
"I'm going to the toilet." I said with a smile.
"Then you can sing this section first." Xu Yanliang said.
The picture in my eyes is playing at 32 times slower speed. I slowly raised my eyes and saw Yu Huai's slightly compassionate eyes, as if I had already understood everything.
I just sang so quietly, could he still hear it?
"I'm dead," I whispered awkwardly, my entire face burning.
"Don't say that, you won't die."
Yu Huai denied my self-defeating, and I gratefully looked at his gentle face.
"It's us who are dead," he continued.
Yu Huai, I × your uncle!
...
I lowered my head, picked up the numbered musical notation from the table with three fingers, and sang in the softest voice: "The Yellow River-Roaring! Roaring! The Yellow River-Roaring! Roaring!"
After a moment of silence, the whole class turned around and said in unison: "Geng, you better go to the bathroom."
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This is how the day’s rehearsal ended.
When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Xu Yanliang called on everyone to sing the entire "Yellow River Cantata" at the end.
"To sing the momentum, although you have to pay attention to the few places where Wen Xiaoxiao led everyone to focus on training, the most important thing is the momentum! You must sing the momentum of the yellow river bursting with a horse! Now there are all in the corridors outside. Competitors of our fifth class and enemies of the Chinese nation. We must sing them back!"
Xu Yanliang stomped his feet like a rainbow--
"Speak up all to me!... But Geng can be quieter."
I suffocated my stomach and lowered my head to make an English workbook, pretending that I couldn't see every student who passed by my table, hahaha. Jian Jian and β sang "The Yellow River is roaring" and ran out of the classroom. I grouped the rags into a ball and threw them at their backs.
But in order to comfort me, Xu Yanliang really arranged for me an important job according to him: taking photos and writing class notes.
"Anyway, you really like taking pictures. Just take pictures of each rehearsal and the final game, organize them and write them in the class log, but don’t avenge your personal revenge, you can’t deliberately vilify the class leaders, and you can’t take your dissatisfaction with this society. All vent in it."
Xu Yanliang speaks with a long heart.
"Didn't you take a lot of photos? From the beginning of school to now, it's better to post them. The money for washing photos can be reimbursed by the committee of life, but the general principle is," Xu Yanliang groaned, "the general principle is, if you want to wash my photos , Let me have a look first."
I blasted away Xu Yanliang, but simply sat down.
I have a more gentle attitude towards simplicity than β. I think simplicity is a girl with an unshakable conscience. From the bottom of her heart, you can see the kindness and justice that β has long given up.
"Let me see," she brought her head over and pressed the triangle button on the camera. "Are there many pictures of me?"
"Many," I nodded, "he has a lot of them too."
I was simply stiffened by a word that broke my mind for a second, and then kicked me to express my feelings.
I simply held my camera for a long time and tried to delete a few ugly photos of her or Han Xu. I quickly stopped them. In the end, I simply picked out two beautiful photos of her and asked me: "Can you wash it out for me?"
I agreed. There is a chain of digital photofinishing shops opened by Kodak near my home, and a digital photo is six cents. Simple and satisfied, smiling like a little daughter-in-law, trot all the way back to his seat, turning his face to wonder what he said to Han Xu. Han Xu raised his head from the sea of ​​questions for a long time, and nodded with a faint smile.
"What's wrong?" Yu Huai asked casually when he came back from the outside, watching me holding the camera in a daze.
I showed him the two photos that I simply picked out.
One is that she and β are holding badminton rackets, wearing school uniforms, standing side by side in front of the gymnasium, lit from the side of the sunset, both of them have half of their faces sunken in the shadows, but they have a brilliant smile, their faces glowing softly. The matte light is hard to see.
The second one was taken from my seat to her and Han Xu’s seats. She was standing and holding the game console to her annoyance. He was sitting, looking at her with a disgusting expression, but the corner of his eyes was bent up. A sign that a smile is about to bloom.
"how about it?"
"Sure enough." He seemed to have expected it.
"What is it?"
"Sure enough, girls like to take pictures that don't look like themselves."
Yu Huai, you are so poisonous!
"Originally," Yu Huai still looked innocent, "Simple and β are usually so pretty."
I suddenly remembered Chen Xuejun, who made me look like an enemy some time ago. Does Yu Huai's mind really have the conditions for a puppy love?
"Capturing the best moments of people is the photographer's ability," I patted my chest. "If you think it looks better than usual, it means I have good photography skills."
"You are indeed very talented," he suddenly nodded solemnly, "Really, although the composition is not perfect, but each of your photos seems to have a story behind it, anyway, they are pretty good-looking."
Such a serious compliment made me feel that the metal case of the camera in my hand is a bit hot.
It turns out that when people are embarrassed, they will really unconsciously start burrowing on the ground with their toes.
I'm drilling anyway.
"Maybe you are more talented than doing questions." He continued.
I lowered my face.
"However," he lowered his head and took out an old question book in the desk and began to flip through, and said casually, "The most energetic time I have seen you is when you suddenly grabbed the camera and started taking pictures, which is different from the usual The virtues of the dead are not the same."
He quickly entered the state of learning, but I held the heavy camera and froze for a long time.
The sky outside has become dark, and the huge window has turned into a mirror. The classroom under the white light and the sitting or standing us in it are reflected in it. It has become like a slightly distorted movie.
Suddenly I raised the camera, turned off the flash, turned around and took a picture of the window.
In the picture, there is a girl who is not very good-looking, holding the camera that "makes her very energetic" in her hand, but the lens is facing the most usual profile of the boy who is concentrating on the problem beside her.
Yu Huai was wrong. Not all girls like the picture that is not like them. I like this photo very much.
I like the picture of me and him most like us.