Chapter 309: gift from cotton
The last night of learning to sing and dance the theme song.
In order to score high, the students averaged less than four hours of sleep these days.
Some students with average singing and dancing ability hurry up to train, lie down on the spot when they are tired, and take a nap for half an hour.
Mu Nuannuan and Xing Xing, who were destined to be roommates, sat down against the wall, with Xing Xing's head resting on Mu Nuannuan's shoulder.
Xing Xing's friend Zhuo Rui leaned against Xing Xing's thigh and hummed weakly: "Xing Xing, I want to eat steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chick..."
Xing Xing covered Zhuo Rui's mouth and said solemnly, "No! You don't want to eat it! Do you remember the lyrics? Have you learned all the dance moves?"
Zhuo Rui covered her ears and fluttered her legs, "Ahhhh!! Why are my sisters so skinny! I want to eat a big meal!!"
After all, it's a talent show variety show, and the show team doesn't want to see the students come in Meimei, and the raised ones go out.
The food in the cafeteria is not bad, but it lacks hard dishes that make people shine.
Mu Nuannuan rubbed her stomach, "I'm hungry..."
"No! You're not hungry!!"
Xing Xing stood up, grabbed Mu Nuannuan with his left hand, and dragged Zhuo Rui with his right hand, "Get up, there are less than twelve hours from now!"
As the three of them pulled together, a fluffy little head stuck out from the door, blinking around the training room No. 1.
"Mr. Cotton?"
The girl resting with her hands resting on her waist was the first to spot Xu Zimian, who was visiting the class, sweating profusely.
Xu Zimian pushed open the half-closed door and asked with a smile, "How is your study?"
Suddenly there was a cry.
"Mr. Cotton, the high-pitched area is so difficult, I can't sing."
"Mr. Cotton, can you teach me this move? I feel awkward every time I do it."
"Mr. Cotton, you seem to smell very good! I see, it's the smell of chicken!"
Xu Zimian raised his hand and sniffed, as if there was a fragrant chicken smell.
The students from the other two training rooms, when they heard that Teacher Xu Zimian was coming, rushed into the No. 1 training room.
The trainees wore T-shirts and sweatpants that were convenient for dance practice. Most trainees did not have time to put on makeup, and their hair was wet with sweat, strands sticking to their scalps.
It is not as bright as the first time, but the smile is very dazzling.
Surrounded by Xu Zimian, you asked questions one by one.
"Wouldn't it be easier for you to take a breath after the word 'sweet' before singing this high note?"
"This action? You dance again and show me."
"No, no, the reason why you feel awkward is that you took half a shot with your hand."
"Can you forget the lyrics when you dance and sing? It means you are not familiar with the lyrics."
"It's hard to dance and sing? It seems that I lack exercise and my physical strength can't keep up."
Xu Zimian patiently answered the students' questions.
Suddenly remembering the purpose of coming tonight, I clapped my hands, "Stop for a while, I almost forgot my purpose of coming tonight."
The students wondered, "Isn't Mr. Cotton here to help us make up lessons?"
"No!" Xu Zimian shook his head with a smile, "Seeing how hard you are, I'm here to give you a gift!"
"Gift?!"
Hearing the word "gift", the students were excited.
"wait a second!"
Xu Zimian trotted out, and when he came back, several staff helped push carts, and each cart was full of chicken legs, chicken wings, hamburgers, and french fries.
There were several rumblings of the stomach, and the sound of swallowing saliva.
No wonder Mr. Cotton always smells like chicken!
Xu Zimian blinked and invited, "Eat it!"
With an order, the hungry tiger rushed for food.
Xu Zimian approached Mu Nuannuan and stuffed the whole family bucket into the hands of the little cousin.
"Ow" Mu Nuannuan hugged her little cousin happily, "Little Mianhua, this gift of yours is a gift!"
"Hehe." The student who was sucking the drumsticks chewed the fragrant chicken in his mouth, "Our teacher, Little Cotton, is kind-hearted."
The student, who was full of oil on his hands, squinted his eyes with emotion, "As expected of Mama's good daughter!"
"No gift has the smell of chicken!"
There was a petite girl who saw Su Chun standing alone.
He grabbed two chicken wings and shared it with Su Chun with a smile, "Sister Su Chun, here it is for you."
Su Chun shook his head and said, "No, I'm afraid of gaining weight."
The girl who got close heard Su Chun's answer, her eating stopped for a moment, and she quickly continued to enjoy the food.
Someone rolled his eyes, "I'm afraid I won't be able to digest it after dancing at a high intensity all night?"
"Mr. Cotton's kindly gift, don't accept it."
"Little cabbage." The girl snatched the chicken wing from the petite girl's hand and waved it with a smile, "I'll accept it!"
"You hate it, give me back the chicken wings!"
Su Chun stood lonely and looked at the students who were fighting.
Looking at Xu Zimian, who came to visit the class, there was no impatience on his face, and he seriously taught the students who came to ask questions.
The students with chicken legs and wings in their hands nodded their heads from time to time and danced to the rhythm of Xu Zimian on their feet.
In just over two hours of getting along, the students became more and more fond of Mr. Cotton, and the relationship between teachers and students was getting closer and closer.
Su Chun felt that she was getting further and further away from them.
When the time was almost up, Xu Zimian waved goodbye to the students, "Come on tomorrow!"
The students waved their hands reluctantly, "Thank you, Mr. Cotton, we will do our best tomorrow!"
"Mr. Cotton, will you come to see me tomorrow?"
Xu Zimian "shush", "This is a secret, I can't tell you."
The daring student asked, "Will Teacher Little Cotton still bring food to us?"
Xu Zimian stretched the tail and said, "Then you have to work hard to get into the class I teach."
"Ah? Are you going to be divided into classes this season?!"
"I, I, I!!" The student who was completely bought by the chicken raised his hands high, "I'm going to Mr. Cotton's class."
After reluctantly saying goodbye to Mr. Cotton, the students once again threw themselves into intense training.
I don't know if it's the addition of food, but my tired body is instantly filled with infinite power.
At eight o'clock the next morning, the students sat in a row.
In a room, five teachers sat around a round table, and the students were being broadcast live on the big screen in front of them.
The names of the students are divided into three columns in the order of class A, B, and C.
Qi Qing asked, "Which student's performance are you most looking forward to?"
Xu Zimian pointed to the three names in Area A, "I went to see them last night, and Mu Nuannuan, Xing Xing, and Zhuo Rui were in very good shape."
Su Wendong pointed to Area C, "Su Chun, who can write "Tian Yuqing", look forward to her performance today."
Qiao Heng pointed to Area B, "Lu Ya's dancing skills are among the best, but unfortunately she's not very good at singing."
Pei Yan pointed to Xing Xing, "She is the most comprehensive student."
The students sitting in rows did not know that their every move fell into the eyes of the instructor.