Chapter 962 Zhang Yumeng, Class 8, Year 1

"OMG."

Bai Yilin walked to the podium in a daze, with a surprised tone:

"It's an eye-opener, Zhang Yumeng, you really opened the teacher's eyes, you sing so well, I'm sure you'll pass!"

"listen well!"

The students echoed:

"It's better than those sung by big stars."

"..."

"But I can also dance, martial arts and magic. I don't know which one to perform?" Mengmeng revealed a thoughtful look.

Martial arts are very simple, and now Mengmeng can play some good-looking moves casually.

As for magic, flames, fireballs, fire whips, and those little treasures, any number of them can make the stage effect explode.

There are too many meetings and it is very tangled.

Mengmeng didn't know what to choose, so she planned to go back and ask her parents.

"Okay, let Zhang Yumeng set an example and win a show first. If Zhang Yumeng's songs can't pass the rehearsal, I will eat up this teaching building." Bai Yilin was full of confidence.

This kind of singing voice of Tian Lai, coupled with the sky-defying appearance, can become a star. She feels that if Mengmeng's parents agree, it is estimated that it will soon become popular in the streets and alleys.

As everyone knows, Haierniang has won various awards such as the Golden Horse Award and the Golden Statue Award in recent years.

"Are there any other programs? Don't be afraid, sign up enthusiastically. The most important thing is to participate. If all of them pass, our eighth class a year will also be popular." Bai Yilin said encouragingly.

"Teacher, Xiaobai and I want to talk about cross talk."

"I can perform poetry readings."

"..."

In a short while, Bai Yilin recorded eight programs.

Of course, he only has confidence in Mengmeng now, other programs may not be able to pass the rehearsal.

The class began, and the students studied hard.

After school, sit in the car.

"Mom, I'm going to participate in the school's Christmas Art Festival. The teacher asked me to prepare a show. I said that I can sing, dance, martial arts, and magic. My classmates asked me to sing, so I sang a short section of beautiful expectations, and then we Teacher Bai said that I would definitely pass the rehearsal, but what about performing, I am also very good at dancing, martial arts, and magic.”

"Arts festival?"

Zi Yan wasn't interested in any programs, so she hurriedly asked: "Can our parents watch it?"

"Eh?" Mengmeng was stunned: "I don't know about it, it seems impossible, there are so many people in our junior high school, even the parents can't sit down."

"That's it."

Zi Yan glanced at Zhang Han inadvertently: "It's okay, anyway, there is your dad, and he will take me to watch your show."

"Then what am I going to perform?" Mengmeng asked.

"Don't use magic. The treasures in your hands are very powerful. If the stage is blown up, it will be on the news."

Zi Yan pondered for a while, and said: "I don't perform martial arts, you perform martial arts alone, it's not suitable for singing and dancing."

"Singing, okay." Mengmeng shook her leg.

"Singing and dancing are all together. Singing and dancing, my mother will teach you these days. First of all, we have to choose a song. What should we sing..."

The two girls chattered in the back seat.

Zi Yan was still looking forward to Mengmeng's performance.

"Shall I sing Mama's song?"

"No, mom hasn't released any new songs recently. Find a recent, better song, and then mom will study dance for you."

"Then what song should I choose?" Mengmeng was thinking about some good pop songs she listened to recently.

"I don't know either.

" Mengmeng didn't know what to sing. Faced with such multiple choices, Mengmeng was rarely entangled.

"When we go back to listen to the music, we will see which one to choose." After Zi Yan finished speaking, she suddenly glanced at Zhang Han: "Why don't you move at all? Give me some advice."

"Okay, here comes the suggestion."

Zhang Han smiled slightly and turned on the music radio.

While listening to music while driving, let the girls in the back seat do their own research.

In terms of songs, apart from being a porter twice, he has no talent.

Later, Zi Yan called her a big liar, thinking that she was really a versatile and god-level songwriter, who knew it was all a lie.

But this doesn't detract from Haier's father's handsomeness.

Back home, the couple ran to the music room to listen to the music. After two hours of selection, they chose the program they had prepared.

"That's it, after choosing the song, mom will study the dancing movements, and then I will train you for a few days and it will be OK." Zi Yan smiled.

"Finally the selection is over, I can..."

You can practice spells, then play with Dahei for a while, go back to the castle and play games for half an hour, and then go to bed. It's a wonderful life.

"You can go to do your homework."

Zi Yan's words made Mengmeng's face stiff, and then it turned into a grudge.

"Mom, why did you say such a terrible thing."

 …

The homework is very simple, and it took half an hour to basically finish it. Dinner, exercise, play, life is very fulfilling.

Eight o'clock in the evening the next day.

Ziyan and Mengmeng started practicing in the dance studio.

"This song has a brisk melody, not suitable for too vigorous dancing, just use some popular and simple movements, like this..."

Industry specializing in surgery.

Zhang Han sat at the door, watching Zi Yan dance, feeling like the pinnacle of life, great.

Mengmeng has a foundation in martial arts, and she learns very quickly. Basically, she can pass the level after practicing twice. Son.

For two days on the weekend, I honestly stayed in Crescent Mountain.

It was Zhang Guangyou who brought back good news this time.

Zhang Han and Zi Yan were sitting in the gazebo under the Leiyang tree, watching Mengmeng and Chen Chuan performing martial arts.

"Mengmeng, there is finally news about the ruins."

Zhang Guangyou leaned in front of Mengmeng and said with a smile, "A C-level relic is in Zhuhai."

"Forehead?"

Mengmeng stopped immediately, her eyes brightened: "What day is it?"

"Christmas Day, the 25th, about nine to ten in the morning." Zhang Guangyou said with a smile: "Grandpa will take you to play this time, and promise not to interfere, let you have a good time and kill countless enemies, okay? ?”

The first two times, Zhang Guangyou was also a little depressed. He thought that Mengmeng liked to hang out in it and watch the scenery. Who knew that the little girl liked to fight, so she didn't perform well. She planned to make up for it this time.

"I'm not going with you."

Mengmeng snorted softly: "I... will not go this time."

"Ah? Not going? Is it true?" Zhang Guangyou was stunned.

"Really, I still have things to do. Grandpa, you can go by yourself." Mengmeng waved her little hand, but there was a hint of cunning in the depths of her eyes.

Hee hee hee, I will play by myself this time.

"What am I playing by myself, a small C-level ruin."

Zhang Guangyou was speechless and dull, walked towards Zhang Han, and said at the same time: "Okay, then you two continue to practice here."

Not far away, when Zhang Han saw this, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

cute little

With fluctuating expressions, Zhang Han probably guessed what she was thinking.

Want to play by yourself?

nonexistent.

Although she knew that the treasures in her interspatial ring and those on her body were enough to ensure safety, but she would worry if she couldn't see Zhang Han.

"son."

Zhang Guangyou sat down and straightened his face: "There is movement in Kunlun. Ye Tianlang just called me. If there is no accident, the previous passage will be opened, and people from Kunlun Immortal World will appear. Your grandfather, you can came back."

"When?" Zhang Han asked.

"Probably New Year's Eve." Zhang Guangyou sighed softly: "Your grandpa is not easy. He only smiles when he sees you. Be happier. When he comes back this time and sees you and Lily doing so well, he will also Very pleased."

"I'll pick him up then." Zhang Han nodded.

If you say you haven't seen each other, you will be unfamiliar. Relationships also need time and company, but I know that grandpa is the uncle Mu who was next door to the village. More or less, there is a basis for relationships.

"Wait for three days and the passage will open. If he doesn't come down within three days, we will go up." Zhang Guangyou said: "Don't be like last time, you go to Kunxu, your mother and I come out to look for you, and we are not in a hurry. look."

"good."

"However, the Kunlun Immortal World is not an ordinary place. It should also be called an immortal cultivator there. It is very powerful and the level of golden core is very common. As you said, there is a big gap in the early, middle, late, and peak stages. Invincible in this world, if you go there, you will have a lot of scruples." Zhang Guangyou sighed: "Perhaps the peaceful days are coming to an end, these few years of self-cultivation, it is also time to exercise your muscles and bones."

"There is no big crisis. The Kunlun Immortal World is just a barren place. If there are no rules to suppress it, it is not as good as this main world." Zhang Han smiled lightly.

"No, there is one thing I'm curious about, what level is your strength?" Zhang Guangyou looked at Zhang Han strangely.

Whether it is head Mu, head Jiang, or Uncle Dong, himself, the warlike third elder, etc., many people have reached the level of half-step golden core, but facing Zhang Han, they are not enemies with one blow. What level is he?

"You'll know when the time comes."

Zhang Han grinned and didn't answer.

Because the Kunlun Immortal Realm is open, his strength will be improved qualitatively. Of course, he must first enter the Kunlun Immortal Realm to break through.

"The world will be surging again, and it has been more than five years since the last batch of people entered."

Zhang Guangyou smiled: "I still remember Guangmingya Subeimu, Luofu Sword Sect Ding Jiuming, Xiaopeng King Shi Fenghou, Lihun Sect Yanchen, Hunshi Demon King Ye Longyuan, those group of Tianjiao disciples entered Kunlun. How did you improve?"

"Maybe they will become the backbone, those little guys are not bad enough." Zhang Han smiled.

In the past, Zhang Guangyou would have felt arrogant if he said this, but now, it feels normal.

Because his own son is too against the sky.

Time flies.

Finally, on the afternoon of the 23rd, the program rehearsal ushered in.

As an art festival, of course not all the programs will be on stage, and only after going through rehearsals will they be able to perform on stage if the effect is good.

In the junior high school, there are thousands of students, and there are always some versatile ones.

Playing piano music, pipa, singing guitar, cross talk, etc., there is really a magic show that was recorded.

As for Mengmeng, her performance was very simple, she didn't even dance, she just picked up the microphone and sang.

The crisp and individual voice seems to have the magic power to make people addicted.

It was easy and went directly to the rehearsal.

Zhang Yumeng, Class 8 of the first year, quickly became famous in the rehearsal venue.

Fan Wai Yue Wuwei's identity has been released on the public account Shan Wang Zhang, everyone pay attention to check.

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