Host, You're Targeted

The Art Festival starts at 7 o'clock on time. The students sit down on the football field according to the order of senior one, senior two and senior three. The teacher of each class sits in front of the class.

The interns haven't officially met the students yet. I'm sorry to get involved in the students' team. They can only sit in rows under the tree next to the main table.

Shen Yang and Liu Nan are very gentlemanly. They let others sit in the front and the two of them sit in the back.

The symmetry of the tree species on both sides of the main table, Shen Yang, is the residential area behind the place where they sit, and there is only a high barbed wire fence between them and the school.

Houses in residential areas close to schools are built on a very high foundation, much higher than the large screen on the main podium.

Shen Yang and they are just sitting against the wall, in a position that can't be blocked by big trees.

They sit far away, across the runway, facing the students of senior one.

There was a big street lamp on their heads, which made them shine brightly, as if they were specially designed to light them.

The pursuit of beauty is the instinct of every young man and girl.

Shen Yang heard the commotion coming from the first grade of senior high school and glanced at the other side of the runway slightly.

The students of grade one in senior high school said in a neat and uniform way: "wow --"

hearing the sound, Liu Nan turned his head and found that the students in the back row of senior one all stood up and looked at this side.

When the students of grade two saw the students of grade one standing up, they thought something had happened, and they also stood up.

The students of senior three saw that the students of grade one and grade two all stood up, and they stood up one by one like the bamboo shoots that sprouted after the rain.

However, from the perspective of senior two and three students, Shen Yang can not be seen at all.

Liu Nan takes back his eyes and sees Shen Yang, who is sitting beside him with his head down and fiddling with the camera, instantly understands what happened.

Well, it's just exciting to see a handsome guy!

I don't think this is a new teacher. I hope the new teacher will teach them.

Liu Nan understood the students' thoughts very well. He laughed twice and slapped Shen Yang on the shoulder.

"Hey, friend, you're on fire again."

Shen Yang was adjusting the camera, and without raising his head, he asked, "eh?"

Liu Nan stopped talking after two voices, holding her chest against the wall and looking at the male and female students on the main stage in full dress.

Shen Yang fiddled with the camera in his hand, but he didn't wait for Liu Nan's words.

He picked up the camera rope and hung it around his neck and looked at Liu Nan.

Liu Nan noticed his eyes and grinned, "Hey, hey."

"Hey, ghost." Shen Yang raised his elbow and stabbed him, "what did you just say? Don't say half of it? "

"Next, let's invite class 13 of senior high school to bring us a poem recitation," I love you, dear teacher. "

The host went to the control room behind the main stage, and several students in school uniforms walked to the center of the stage holding the folder.

Liu Nan pressed his bulging cheek and shook his head: "Hey, nothing. Listen to the reading, my dear teacher

Shen Yang pursed his lips and stared at Liu Nan for a moment. Suddenly, he stepped on his stool and shook it.

Liu Nan was almost shaken down by Shen Yang's act of pulling the stool. He held the stool and called out: "ah!"

The students in the front row all turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry, it's OK, it's OK. You keep reading." Liu Nan smiles apologetically at the students in front of him.

Before the students turn back, Liu Nan lowered his voice and bared his teeth to Shen Yang: "what are you doing?"

Shen Yang leaned against the wall, his hands encircled his chest: "I'll tell you, if you talk half, you'll be punished."