Chapter 144 Everything is ready
In Lin Heng's opinion, with the program having been advanced to this point and the preparations having been made to this point, he can say that he has no regrets in his life.

But Li Yan still had endless things to do. Until Lin Heng found that this person started to draw the layout of the on-site microphone, he could not bear it anymore, so he called Li Ruofei early in the morning and took Li Yan to play a game of ball.

"Don't look back, or you'll get hurt."

After playing, the three of them sat under the basketball hoop to rest. Li Yan held a sports drink in his hand and looked at the sky in the distance.

"Let it go." Li Ruofei said in a low voice.

"That's good. It's time for him to let go."

Learning something consumes energy very quickly. Li Yan felt the need to rest for the first time in a long time.

Good thing, he took a shower at noon, received the long-awaited novel contract, mailed it back, and walked slowly towards Lin Zhiyuan's secret hut.

After collecting the royalties, he took the fat kid to study together and then wandered back to school.

Eat, take a bath, and study at night.

There is no time to be anxious or chase after anything. Just relax, have a good sleep and wait for the challenges of the new week.

Ding!
[Energy +1, Level 26 skill, total 50 (breakthrough %)]

At six o'clock in the morning, Li Yan got out of bed, tiptoed to the balcony, and looked at the still dark sky.

COME ON! Let the world explode, let challenges come one after another, let all the problems come together! Mr. Li is as vigorous as a dragon and a tiger!
If you keep things in your mind and keep your eyes on your goal, the days will pass very quickly.

Li Yan worked at full capacity to fill his daily schedule. He studied ahead of time during class, wrote manuscripts for magazines and newspapers during Chinese class, rehearsed with Lin Heng and his sister during lunch break, and started typing furiously to save up a draft for his novel when he returned to the dormitory after school. He also started a copy of "learning software" and studied extracurricular books at night - psychology, sociology, economics, and even screenwriting and directing, which he read in turn, and wrote book reviews to submit for publication.

When I returned to the dormitory at night, I typed, joked with my roommates, and talked to Chen Fan about programming development.

Even so, he still found time to participate in the track and field team's winter training.

As things accumulate over time, the gains will naturally not be too outstanding. The four subjects of politics, history, geography and biology have all reached 25 points, which is a 50% progress bar. If you want to make a breakthrough, you need some in-depth understanding or some opportunity.

Software learning did make rapid progress, with "Software Technology" quickly reaching 38 points, but the third-level skill "Computer" only increased a little, with 16 points just matching the 32% progress of "Programming", and there was no way to radiate and gain advantage.

The musical instruments and music theory all reach the 40% mark, which is pleasing to the eyes of people with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

As for the physical indicators, they have been in vain, and there has been no increase at all. Li Yan is ready to wait for development with peace of mind.

Painting...will be put into the cold palace for now, badminton...will be put into the cold palace number two.

Let’s complete the performance first, and then deal with these skills that have temporarily reached the top but I don’t know how to break through.

In order to maintain the sense of mystery during the auditions, Teacher Tao did not let Li Yan and the others perform the latest version of the music class. Instead, he waited until noon to arrange the microphone and speakers for rehearsal.

The effect was very good. It was mainly due to the microphone volume and the debugging of the on-site equipment, which was not a big problem. With the help of Teacher Tao, the two of them also easily figured out the harmony design.

On Thursday noon, Lin Heng and Li Yan were brought to the school gate by Lin Zhengmo, who helped her carry the "imperial guzheng" to the prop storage room in the auditorium.

The auditorium is on the mountain. This art performance is a school-wide activity, so it is naturally held in the auditorium in the old campus that is specially used for performances. I heard that it is usually used to host higher-level meetings.

The one who drove the guzheng over was Lin Zhengmo's father. Li Yan was very amused when she saw Lin Heng shyly calling him uncle, and then saw Lin Zhengmo's father greet him stiffly.

This fun was enough for him to move the guzheng several more times.

However, Lin Zhengmo suddenly became the public enemy of some girls in the class. It was said that the reason was that "she ordered the most handsome and the most powerful boy to move the guzheng for her", which was really too much. Afterwards, this group of girls decided to learn the guzheng.

According to whom? Of course, it was Comrade Bai Xiaosheng.

On Thursday night, Lin Heng was so excited that he could hardly sleep, but Li Yan was still typing on the computer.

Suddenly, the QQ flashed, and it was a familiar yet unfamiliar avatar - Wei Yunzhi.

"I saw Zhiyuan's signature. Did you participate in the cultural performance?"

Li Yan clicked on Lin Zhiyuan’s profile picture——“The annual art performance is about to begin, and my best friend is also going to the stage [Come on][Cheers]”

He smiled knowingly and replied, "Yes, I am going to sing "Qing Yu'an: Lantern Festival"."

After more than ten seconds, Wei Yunzhi sent a picture. It was a plastic-covered bookmark with the content of the poem on it. The handwriting was obviously hers.

"What a coincidence. I've always liked this song. Did you write the music yourself?"

"My roommate Lin Heng and I performed together. There was also a girl who played the guzheng."

“We have a program at school, too.”

Li Yan's mind moved, "Can you perform?"

"No, the dance club won't be performing this year. It was given to the choir. But I'll go take a look."

"Dance club?"

"Doesn't it look like that?" "No. I heard recently that Rongxi Middle School mostly recruits students from the district. I remember you live in Xinqiao District? Do you recruit students from other districts?"

"Correct."

It seems that he is an excellent student.

"Didn't you consider New Taipei First High School at the beginning?"

“There is a lake at Rongxi Middle School.”

This is a completely unexpected answer, but it seems very reasonable when applied to Wei Yunzhi. This girl has some personality.

"You are welcome to come and watch our performance then."

“The Rincheng Fireworks is very well written.”

"I think so, but there will be better ones."

"Hehe, looking forward to it. Time to go to bed, good night."

"Good night."

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Heng's sudden words almost scared Li Yan away.

"I call this a happy heart, not a silly smile."

"Tsk." Lin Heng's mind was full of tomorrow's performance, and he had no intention of investigating. "Tomorrow there is only one morning, and there are auditions for three grades. I feel like time is very tight..."

"So the setting won't be too complete, and there won't be any choreography. I heard that if the performance is too immature, the judges will directly stop it."

"It's so exciting..." Zhu Qinglun put on a frightened expression.

"You don't have to worry too much. The third grade basically has two scheduled programs, a crosstalk and a band. The second grade is also mostly organized into clubs, and the number is not large. It's mainly because of our grade's enthusiasm that 19 classes have signed up for 14 programs... This doesn't even include some people who have already participated in club programs. We can actually sign up for 14 programs."

Li Yan sighed. Before her rebirth, she was in Lincheng No. 1 Middle School. In the first semester of the first year of junior high school, she organized a poetry recitation and forced each class to perform a program. In the end, they didn't even make it halfway...

"Ayan, where did you get such detailed information?" Ruofei asked.

"Bai Xiaosheng, he's really awesome." Perhaps Li Yan could learn from him and maybe improve his "intelligence" skill?

As we chatted, the night grew darker.

Excited, the day dawned again.

December 5, Friday morning, New Taipei First High School Auditorium.

After all, it was just an audition, and no one came from the third grade who focused on their studies and had no other programs. However, a group of club members came from the second grade, and many people came from every class in the first grade.

There is no compulsory watching, it all depends on interest. Those who love to study can stay in the dormitory to study, those who want to relax can just treat it as an extra half day off. There are also a large number of boys who rushed to the court with the ball.

The student union members were so busy coordinating the venue, equipment, order of performance, etc.

In fact, this job is quite tiring and tests one's organizational and management skills. When Li Yan was signing in backstage and watching the incumbent student union president running around, she became interested.

All 27 students from Class Zero were present, including Guo Qiwen.

They have watched their own show and are full of confidence, so they come here to show off.

In terms of the performance order, the third graders will lay the foundation first, and then they have to go back to study, followed by the second grade clubs, and finally the first grade. According to the program schedule, Li Yan and his group's performance is the last one.

It seems that this was Teacher Tao’s idea.

In addition to Teacher Tao, the judges also included a vice principal in charge of art and physical education, and the head of the comprehensive subject group for the second grade of junior high school. It seems that New Taipei First High School attaches great importance to this art performance, much more than the school sports meeting.

Li Yan and Lin Heng sat in the front row to watch the performance. The crosstalk performer in the third grade of junior high school only tried out the microphone, muttered a few random words, and then left the stage. The band also went on stage to tune in for a long time before leaving.

The level of the programs for the second grade students was quite good. The most eye-catching one should be the dance club. Although they were all in school uniforms, their postures and movements were very elegant. They practiced their movements on the stage, performed a short piece, and then left the stage.

When we got to the first grade, the relaxed atmosphere suddenly became tense because the first class performed so badly that only two of them sang dryly into the microphone with their voices shaking.

The judge didn't give any face at all and just said into the microphone, "Okay, next one."

The girl who sang was already in tears when she left the stage.

I have to admit that most of the programs in the first grade of junior high school were indeed a bit immature. There were skits where the lyrics were forgotten in the second sentence of the opening, dry poetry recitations, chaotic dancing that made no sense throughout the whole process, and as many as seven singing programs.

There were no more than three programs that received evaluation from the judges: a drama, a piano solo, and live calligraphy.

After the sixth performance was stopped because of being off-tune, it was finally the last one:
"Experimental class one, sing the song "Qingyu'an Lantern Festival"."

(End of this chapter)