A song "Song of Special Forces" kicked off the art performance with a passionate dance.

When the music ended and the dancers were frozen on the stage, two men and two women, a total of four hosts, walked onto the stage.

What is surprising is that Xiao Fei actually exists in it.

After a opening remark, the host announced that the "Army Special Operations Academy Welcomes and Mid-Autumn Festival Art Performance" has officially begun.

The first program is a solo, which is considered an old tradition in the army. Most of the songs are mainly melodies such as "For Who", "When Your Hair Brushes My Steel Gun" and "Camel Bell".

After the solo, the team of students participating in the performance performed sketches, group fighting techniques (dagger fuck), crosstalk, magic and other types of programs.

Of course, the most common ones are singing.

The programs on the stage are almost the same as in previous years, which makes many teachers and students lose interest, so the feedback from the audience is not strong, and the applause is sparse.

After another solo song for boys, two hosts from senior grades, one man and one woman, walked onto the stage again.

A series of words are well-known, and the rookies from the new training tour are mentioned in the middle.

"Next, please invite Gao Dazhuang from Class 1 and 2 of Grade 1!

He will bring us a wonderful Shaolin martial arts performance!”

"Smack--"

I heard it was a martial arts performance, and the teachers and students in the audience raised a hint of spirit.

But overall, it still looks like a half-dead bird.

At the same time, the intense music suddenly rang out!

“The passion is in heaven, who can compete with me;

With Qingfeng in hand, who can kill the dragon?

Only by competing in the Central Plains can one show the true nature of a hero;

When the wind in the martial arts world rises, you should swallow the mountains and rivers!"

Accompanied by the music, Gao Dazhuang rushed from the side of the stage and rushed to the center of the stage!

Empty the sky!

480-degree backflip!

Dead!

One move [Bronco Split Mane] is Huang Feihong's signature move.

"kill!"

A loud shout immediately made people feel refreshed.

Just one appearance gives people a feeling of passion and passion.

The teachers and students in the audience couldn't help but slap them!

"good!"

"This kid is really good!"

"What? Instructor Yang and Xiucai Fan are loving talents again?"

The smiles on Yang Shulin and Fan Nan suddenly stopped, and then they turned their heads to look at Zhang Yan at the same time, their eyes full of vigilance.

"What do you want to do if you are a messenger?"

"Hmph! I advise you not to make any decisions about us!"

"Tsk! Boring!"

Zhang Yan curled his lips, showing a look of disdain.

"That kid is not qualified!"

The army has never lacked martial arts practice. If you want to enter the special forces by relying on "one move" to "get the special forces, it is simply impossible!

The two old foxes didn't believe Zhang Yan's words at all, but they didn't continue to ask.

On the stage, Gao Dazhuang's performance has been halfway through. As Zhang Yan guessed, Gao Dazhuang's performance content is too single and still cannot escape the traditional performance routine.

After a moment, Gao Dazhuang's performance ended and two hosts walked onto the stage.

The second male host: "Is the performance just now good?"

"nice!"

"One more!"

The spectators in the audience cooperated very well and even whistled, which made the leaders of the college unable to help but look at each other.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the duty cadres of each company immediately stood up, which suppressed the rookies' "arrogance."

Host male second: "I also think the show just now is very good!

After all, martial arts is one of our national treasures!

The next show is better!

Do you believe it?"

"Don't believe it!"

"Do you do the martial arts again!"

Host male second: "Martial arts must be waited for a while, dance can come up immediately!

Next, please invite female students from the freshman year to bring us a dance performance.

The dance name is "samsara", and the performers are: Xiao Fei, Lin Shiyu, Fu Jialu, Miao Wenwen, Gulinaza Mayinur, and Situ Shan."

Before the host's introduction was over, music started to sound on the stage.

After the host finished reading the lines, six female students had already stepped onto the stage.

A white T-shirt, paired with denim shorts, makes people's eyes hurt!

There was no need for a word of nonsense, and the atmosphere at the scene exploded!

Xiao Fei took off the hat on her head, lifted up her long hair, and threw the hat at the crowd!

"mine!"

"Give me!"

"Get out of here!"

...

“Is it that good-looking?”

Zhang Yan couldn't help but mutter, and at the same time, he frowned involuntarily.

He couldn't understand the performance on stage at all!

"Old Zhang, you can't do this!"

"how?"

Hearing Yang Shulin's slightly joking words, Zhang Yan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Does this guy deserve a beating?

“You have to keep up with the times!

Nowadays, young people like to dance and sing;

You have to play TikTok, Kuaishou, Volcano and so on!”

Before Yang Shulin could explain, Fan Nan got involved again.

"Two masters in the stick making world?"

Zhang Yan's eyes were patrolling the two of them back and forth, and a trace of curve appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"Get out!"

"You are such a messing stick!"

"Hold!"

The three of them muttered, then turned their attention to the stage again.

The dance performance has ended and the host has stepped onto the stage again.

The second male host: "I didn't lie to you, aren't it? The show just now is good, right?"

"nice!"

"Do it again!"

"We want to watch dancing, we want to watch schoolgirls!"

...
To be continued...