就听到火警声叫...

The masked man picked up a stick and looked at the drum... Shaozhi held a guitar...

Han listened to the music... his left hand rotated... his arm stretched out... his left foot squatted down... he stood up and continued to straighten...

敏:哇..好激情的歌曲..

花弄影:是啊..最适合跳舞了..

Han pointed at the moon, retracted... straightened... and stretched... and then smiled at Chen and the others...

Suddenly jumped down... with both hands supporting the ground. Both feet rotated in the air..360 degrees..

Hua Nongying: My God... He is not dizzy...

敏:好难得舞..

砰啪..

Bang bang...

加油..加油...学生欢呼...

寒一个翻身.翻了过来..

Finish...

Although the dance stopped... everyone was still immersed in the intense dance just now...

Host: It's obvious... The Black Team won and won 2 points...

敏:耶...

Host: This time we were competing for wine... Each team sent a player over... someone came... to serve wine...

寒走下后台..

面具男:好样的..

Han: This time I compare wine... Although I don’t have a good alcohol tolerance...

敏:那怎么办??

寒:我们这里谁会喝酒的??

花弄影:我会喝几瓶..

寒:算了..让我来..

While the host was posing for a drink, he walked to the backstage kitchen of the school.

I heard that before drinking, I wouldn’t get drunk... OK, then I’ll get the whole piece together... Han took a piece of butter and wrapped it in bread... and ate the whole piece...

After eating, I walked to the venue... a 5-meter-sized table... with several boxes of beer...

Chen: Xiaoyu...you are the one who is very drunk among us...you go up...

Xiaoyu: I can drink up to 20 bottles... Don’t blame me if I lose.

晨:去吧..

小雨走了上去..拿起酒..寒也拿起来..

怎么样?整瓶一起来是不是??寒问道..

小雨只是微微一笑..

两人拿着酒喝着..

一瓶..

Two bottles...

10 bottles...

20瓶..

两人开始有点头晕了..

小雨有点喝不下去了..

Han: What a great girl. Fortunately, I ate butter...

小雨看着寒..好像两个寒..

小雨:这家伙什么人啊.这么厉害.

Come on... Keep drinking... Han bang at Xiaoyu...

小雨:怕你啊..来啊..

Han picked up three wines and poured them into his mouth... My God, Han is crazy, right? Where did he get the alcohol tolerance...

It's not cold to drink the light rain...

Xiaoyu: You are so good. I admit defeat...

Host: OK... This sentence is the black team wins... Two points...

Xiaoyu walked off the stage. Chen, who was standing beside him, comforted him. It was okay.. The next time we won, we were only one point away..

Sorry. I disappoint you. Xiaoyu lowered her head and sat on the chair. After drinking so much wine, she had not yet woken up... and sat in a dizzy manner...

寒走了下去.脚有点站不稳...

Han: Mask man. Come on...

Masked man: Ah...me??

Han: Well...go...let me rest.....I've had such a drink...

Han was drunk and lay on the chair...Min picked up a towel and wiped it...

Host: Okay. This time I compare the guitar.. Each side has one person

Chen: Xiao Ling. Come on.

Xiao Ling put on an OK position and walked up... picked up the guitar. Accompaniment...beyond【Like You】Accompaniment

A sad song reminds people of Huang Jiaju... Xiao Ling picked up the guitar and played it seriously...

Streets with drizzle and rheumatism

Erasp the rain and look up without reason

Looking at the lonely night light is the sad memory

I felt countless thoughts in my heart again

The past laughter still hangs on your face for a moment

May you know that it is my sincere voice at this moment

I like your eyes that make you laugh more charming

May I caress your cute face again

Talking in my sleep with hands and talking like yesterday

After the song ended, Xiaoling received applause from many people...

Mask Man: This kid plays a song that kills people...

Hua Nongying: What are you planning to play?

Mask Man: This song is sad. Since that's the case, I will play one too...

Flowers: What song is coming,

Masked man:i    will       missing    you

The masked man jumped up, holding a guitar in his hand, and slowly touching it...

Dong·dong·dong·dong·dong·dong·dong·

This kid is not bad. He can sing English songs... Hua Nongying looked at him in surprise... Yes, yes. Min smiled happily

Shaozhi: Awesome...

Hong: I don't even have the performance..

Shaozhi: What can you perform?

Hong: Sing...

Shaozhi: Forget it, you...

The song ends...

Host: Although both of them play well, the Black Team is better. This time the Black Team wins two points...

Yang Zhiyin: ye                                                            �

Xiao Ling threw the guitar hard...
To be continued...