MTL - Male God’s Freestyle Flirting-Chapter 79 Performance

Each class has prepared two programs for the report performance. The six classes are sketches and women's hip-hop. The students who participated in the performances some time ago have been rehearsing.

Tang Xia knew that Zou Ziyu was the lead dancer of the hip-hop show, and as a tablemate, she was looking forward to it.

After all, Zou Ziyu is good-looking and has a slender figure, so she must be a wonderful dancer.

When they entered, more than half of the people in the small auditorium were already seated. In the front row are the school leaders and the person in charge of the base, and Brother Song is also in front. The position of Class 6 was not arranged very well, it was at the back, not in the middle, and it was not very comfortable visually.

The hosts of the show were Ying Xuefu and a boy from the student union. They stood on the stage. The guy was wearing a suit and the girl was wearing an A-line skirt. They looked very eye-catching.

Tang Xia and the others sat together in a dormitory, leaning against the wall, in a corner position, and they couldn't see clearly without stretching their necks.

After all the students were seated, the boys on the stage cleared their throats and said in unison with Ying Xuefu—

"Respected leaders, teachers, dear students, good morning everyone!"

A very official opening statement.

The audience in the audience applauded in a timely manner, occasionally mixed with naughty whistles from boys.

Ying Xuefu had a sweet smile on her face. She wore a sleeveless dress in the early spring, revealing a pair of jade lotus-like arms with clear skin. She was tall and slender, standing next to the boy who was over 1.8 meters tall, she didn't look frail at all, but she had a kind of graceful calm, decent and dignified.

Qi Hui laughed silly, "My goddess looks so pretty when she smiles." He crossed his legs and reached out to Han Yu's chest.

The boy frowned, "Why?"

"My mobile phone has been confiscated, can I borrow it from you?" Qi turned his head and smiled obsequiously.

"What is it used for?" Han Yu asked back.

"Take a picture," Qi Hui raised his head, "I'll take a picture of my goddess."

"Oh." Han Yu replied lightly.

Qi Hui just put his hand under Han Yu's chin, but after waiting for a few minutes, his arm was sore, and his hand was still empty.

He turned his eyes in surprise, but saw that the boy had closed his eyes with his hands resting on the armrest beside the seat.

Qi Hui choked, and patted Han Yu's shoulder politely, "Hello!" He was dissatisfied, "Didn't you want to borrow my phone?"

"I didn't say I would borrow it." Han Yu half-opened his eyes unhappily, "No." His tone was cold and hard, beyond doubt.

Qi Hui was annoyed, and pushed the young man hard, "Is it brother! This is not helpful! What's wrong with borrowing the phone, you won't lose a piece of meat!" He muttered, folded his arms and rolled his eyes to express Displeased.

Han Yu ignored it and began to take a nap on his own.

He was so sleepy that he didn't sleep all night, and now he was sleepy when he sat down, and his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them.

Seeing that Han Yu was unmoved, Qi Hui turned his head away angrily.

The host strung up the program in a few words, and the atmosphere in the small auditorium gradually heated up.

Class 1’s classic song medley and Class 2’s drum performance won full applause. Class 3’s saxophone solo and Class 4’s tacit double reed were also very exciting.

Zou Ziyu, who was preparing in the background, was a little nervous, and her palms began to sweat.

She cared too much about this performance, the more she cared, the more she hoped that she could become a blockbuster.

The companions were all around, and compared to her, they were more relaxed, talking in low voices, with a little excitement in their tone.

The host in front of the scene was about to finish his interlude lines, Zou Ziyu took a deep breath, adjusted her makeup, and prepared to go on stage.

The teacher in charge of the rehearsal put some light makeup on the girls, not too heavy, but in that era when makeup was not popular, it was enough for the girls to be amazed at themselves for a moment.

Zou Ziyu has good facial features and a good foundation. She slightly lowered her eyeliner and put on some blush, and then a smear of lipstick, and her whole body immediately became charming.

"Next, please enjoy the female hip-hop dance brought by the sixth class, performers: Zou Ziyu, Fang Yi..."

At the end of Ying Xuefu's announcement, the students of class six in the audience sat up straight.

The curtain opened, and six girls lined up.

All T-shirts and denim shorts, with knee high socks, and a peaked cap buckled on the head.

It was a very fashionable way of wearing at that time.

Before the performance started, there was a burst of expectant applause and cheers from the auditorium.

The music sounded, and the girls on the stage moved to the rhythm.

The background dance music Zou Ziyu chose was "feedback" by the queen of rhythm, Janet Jackson, a very trendy song back then. Janet and Michael are brothers and sisters. They are recognized as the most dancing female artists in the European and American music circles and have made outstanding achievements in western pop music.

"feedback" translates as "response", Zou Ziyu hid some thoughts in it.

The lights on the stage were so bright that everything around them was blurred. She kept rehearsing the familiar movements according to her memory, trying to perfect the performance.

"Do you like my style."

"Yeah that **** sexy sexy."

"Like Irockitdown."

"Yeah that **** sexy sexy."

Janet's voice became more and more alluring in the dance of several girls. The boys sitting in the back row of the auditorium stood up one after another, whistled loudly, and kept booing.

"Before we go any more further."

"Let me put you up on this secret babe."

“I got novelties so appeasing.”

"Feed my fetish please."

"Satisfy mebabe."

The rhythm was strengthened, and the tension of the dance movements expanded. Zou Ziyu, who was combing her bun hair, had broken hair falling on her forehead, which was stained with dense sweat from her forehead. Her breathing was a little short, maybe it was because of too much movement, or because of nervousness.

She didn't dare to think now that Han Yu was sitting down and looking at her. Because once she thinks of this, she will blush and her heart will beat, and she will forget the beat and movement.

The more I look forward to his attention, the more I fear his attention.

"Crankitupgiveittomecomeon."

"I'm gonna feed back feedback oh."

The dance music is about to end, Zou Ziyu made a very difficult move, the ending poss is very beautiful.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and the hormonal erupting boys put their fingers in their mouths excitedly, whistling full of jokes.

Teacher Luo turned around, her eyes full of warning turned back and forth on the boys in her class, but there was an obvious smile on her lips. It seemed that she was very satisfied with the wonderful performance of Zou Ziyu and the other girls.

After the song ended, the lights on the stage were turned off, and the auditorium instantly became clear to Zou Ziyu.

She took the curtain call with her companions, and when she looked up, she subconsciously looked at where Han Yu was sitting.

With just one glance, Zou Ziyu's excited and shy expression froze instantly.

She saw the boy propping his head on his arms, leaning halfway on the back of the chair, with a delicate sleeping face.

He fell asleep.

Zou Ziyu felt a lightning strike on top of her head.

Her companion pulled her off the stage, but she didn't even know how she walked on stiffly.

Didn't Han Yu even watch her performance?

Zou Ziyu suddenly felt wronged.