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    Everyone¡¯s eyes then went to find the reserved ¡°young man¡±: Tao Zhijie didn¡¯t know where he had gone.  Maybe it was because I had no choice but to see the teacher playing with this, and I was afraid that the teacher would tell me to find a quiet place to hide.

    Teacher Lu patted He Xiangyu on the shoulder and criticized the escaped classmate Tao: "I'll call him back, and you take him to the KTV to dance at the disco. How can he be so quiet? He will soon become an old man. He is still young."

    He Xiangyu was very happy after hearing what Teacher Lu said teasing her senior brother, and her face turned a little red.

    Turning around, Teacher Lu told the new favorite the secret: "Let Cao Yong play the guitar and sing for you."

    Xie Wanying was surprised: Could the handsome Senior Brother Cao be as she imagined, like a sparkling singer on the stage who could play the guitar?

    "He can sing a fire in winter." Teacher Lu revealed the student's information again.

    This matter attracted Mr. Zhang¡¯s attention, and he asked his mother: ¡°I didn¡¯t know this before.¡±

    "I won't tell you, you have bad intentions." Teacher Lu told his son frankly.

    Everyone was very surprised. It was hard to imagine Cao Yong singing "A Fire in the Winter".

    Mr. Zhang touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Mom, I can't play the guitar with a fire in the winter."

    "Are you saying I'm bragging?" Teacher Lu rolled his eyes at his son, "Can I brag? Ask Cao Yong himself."

    Boss Zhang¡¯s eyes shot over.  Consistent with what he thought, Cao Yong ignored him as a man.  Boss Zhang had no choice but to wink at Mr. Xie: You ask.

    Xie Wanying: How dare I.

    Speaking of Cao Yong, those smiling eyes have been waiting for someone to ask.

    He Xiangyu and Teacher Lu sang together to add fuel to the fire: "Yingying, when the time comes, ask Brother Cao to go to KTV together and sing Sailor together."

    "I can't sing, Second Senior Sister." Xie Wanying whispered to Second Senior Sister in a hurry.

    "It doesn't matter if you don't know. Karaoke means singing based on the lyrics."

    "It's not that I forgot the lyrics, I'm tone deaf."

    People can never be perfect.  She admires singers because she can't sing.  After saying this, Xie Wanying realized that many people were listening around her.

    High and low laughter flew up.

    Boss Zhang was still bad and said to her: "Then you have to sing."

    The scene burst into applause.

    The game reached the final round, and the pole was raised to the players' first challenge limit: two meters.

    Everyone turned around and found that there were only three contestants left.

    The first player raises his hand to the referee.

    Start, run, take off.

    Bang, the body and the pole fell onto the soft cushion together.

    Didn¡¯t pass.

    The people behind me are feeling stressed.

    It¡¯s the turn of Uncle Zhai, who is second to last.

    The 40-year-old veteran is very stable. He is extremely familiar with his elegant take-off arc. A series of approach and take-off movements do not require thinking, and he can easily clear the pole.

    The applause from the capital city at the scene was deafening: "Come on, capital city, come on, capital city."

    ¡°Come on, come on!¡± cheering teams from the Chinese National Association and the national capital cheered.

    Dai Nanhui couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and he took a deep breath.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The National Association cheerleading team thought excitedly: It¡¯s done.  Unexpectedly, the calf of the athlete behind suddenly hit the pole, and the pole fell with the athlete's body: bang, failed.

    This jump failed to hit the boss.

    Dai Nanhui raised the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

    It¡¯s past twelve o¡¯clock at noon, and the sun above our heads is getting hotter and scorching, consuming more and more of the physical strength of the athletes on the court.

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