"Oh my gosh, this smells so good, doesn't it?"
"Zhou Chen, you are so good at your craftsmanship. I can see clearly. A few days ago, I was playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong!"
“It’s delicious, these mutton skewers are really good!”
Not long after, as Zhou Chen grilled the mutton skewers and sprinkled them with cumin powder, the fragrant barbecue smell immediately attracted all the people in Class 11.
Barbecuing may seem simple, but controlling the heat is crucial.
No one expected that Zhou Chen not only had good academic performance, but also had such great barbecue skills.
The taste is not inferior to those barbecue stalls. ?.?????.???
"tasty!"
Cheng Yushan sat next to Zhou Chen, enjoying the delicious food, and looked at Zhou Chen with a little more love.
As for Bian Xiaoxiao, Jiang Qinglang and others, they also gave Zhou Chen a thumbs up.
Although their class has all rented together in a community, this is the first time they have tasted Zhou Chen's craftsmanship.
"Hey, I'm only good at this, I really can't cook!"
Zhou Chen smiled modestly.
Interest is the best teacher. Although I was a street writer before time travel, I got bored at home, so I went out to a farmhouse with a few author friends to have a barbecue. After going back and forth, I developed this skill.
The night is getting darker. Not only is the air in the countryside good, but you can also see the stars in the sky at night.
Under the starry sky, a group of energetic young people gathered together, eating, drinking, chatting, and having a great time.
Of course, there are also some men and women who are secretly in love, hiding in dark corners, talking about something unknown.
"Shh!"
Not long after, with a whistle, the annoying dean Xiao Rui appeared again.
Xiao Rui walked up to everyone and said with a smile,
"Everyone should have had enough to eat, right? We might as well have a show where we beat drums and pass flowers around!"
"Let's randomly find a classmate to come to my place to play the drums. Students from each class will form a circle and start passing the microphone from my side. When the drum stops, whoever gets the microphone will come over and perform a show!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden buzz of discussion from all around.
This visit to Baita Village is called "Xue Nong". In fact, for Alexander's senior high school students, it is just to relax.
Now they have almost enough food, and playing games is their favorite!
"good!"
Many students responded.
Those students who signed up for art classes in their spare time were naturally very excited. They were not good at studying, but what they lacked most was talent! Some people even secretly regretted that they did not bring a violin or flute with them when they came, otherwise they could use it as a conspicuous bag.
And many students who have no artistic cells but only artistic bacteria are feeling nervous.
I don’t know anything, and I can’t even sing without being tone-deaf. What should I do if I get selected?
In the midst of everyone's discussion, Xiao Rui asked the head teachers of each class to take their students and sit in a big circle around the bonfire in the middle. There were about 600 people in the third grade of high school. They couldn't fit in one circle, so they had to ask Extended outside, sat two more times.
Zhou Chen and his classmates from Class 11 were all sitting in the first row.
"Okay, who's going to play the drums?"
At this time, Xiao Rui, the teaching director, had borrowed a drum from the Baita Village Committee, holding a drum hammer in his hand, and shouted to everyone.
"I come!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone raised their hands.
It's Bi Yuntao from Class 3 of Taoli.
In the previous fishing competition, their class was completely beaten by Class 11, which made Bi Yuntao very dissatisfied.
And now is a perfect opportunity for revenge.
There are six people in Class 11. Except for Jiang Qinglang who is good at RAP, the others all have no talents and are just ordinary people.
How can people who can barely afford to pay for school uniforms still have the money to enroll in those art classes?
Bi Yuntao has no other abilities, but he still has a lot of memory. He has locked the direction of Class 11. As long as he controls it well, the microphone will most likely reach Class 11.
Haha, when the time comes, in front of the whole grade, if you guys in Class 11 can’t put on a show, let’s see if you are embarrassed or not!
Thinking like this, Bi Yuntao ran directly in front of Xiao Rui and took the drum hammer from Xiao Rui's hand.
For the sake of fairness, Xiao Rui directly put a mask in front of his eyes.
"Okay, let's get started!"
Xiao Rui said with a smile.
Although he was usually stern, seeing the students having so much fun made him feel a lot happier.
Being young is really good.
"Dong dong dong!"
"Dongdelong, dongdongqi, dongqi!"
Under everyone's nervous gaze, Bi Yuntao from Class 3 began to beat the drum head quickly, and the microphone in Xiao Rui's hand also began to spread quickly among the students.
Snapped!
However, soon, Bi Yuntao, who was playing the drum, stopped what he was doing.
Because according to his analysis, the current microphone should be almost reaching Class 11, right?
And as the drums stopped, everyone looked over.
"It's Class 11!"
In the darkness, someone shouted.
Bi Yuntao felt happy, his rhythm control was so accurate.
I just don’t know which unlucky guy from Class 11 took the microphone.
In a daze, I saw the students starting to shout,
"Jiang Qinglang, come one!"
"Jiang Qinglang, come one!"
Bi Yuntao, "..."
Damn, am I too unlucky?
Six people from Class 11, myself
