Chapter 147 Party 2
Lao Yang and Sun Yaoliang were performing the classic . Their professional level is certainly not as good as that of the two crosstalk masters Hou Baolin and Guo Qiru, but they performed this crosstalk very well. Especially Sun Yaoliang played the role of the man who was careless and did not obey traffic rules, which was very lifelike. His every move, hand gestures and words were really like the real thing. A few jokes and slightly exaggerated expressions and movements made everyone laugh, and even Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan who were sitting in the audience were delighted.
"I didn't expect this guy to have some acting talent. It's a pity that he doesn't become a crosstalk artist." Song Yuanchao said happily. At this time, Sun Yaoliang's last extremely exaggerated sentence: "Fell into the ditch!" At the same time, he leaned back and grinned as if he had fallen and was bruised. The laughter in the audience suddenly became louder, and everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"One more! One more!"
"Yes! One more!"
When Lao Yang and Sun Yaoliang took their bows, cheers rang out in the auditorium. Many students shouted for another performance, leaving the announcer standing aside, not knowing what to do.
Sun Yaoliang was smart. He quickly sang a few jokes with Lao Yang on the stage, then changed the subject to talk about the performances to come, asking everyone to continue to watch the more exciting performances patiently. Then he bowed to everyone amid applause, and ended the show successfully.
The next program was a dance by a female classmate from Western Region TLF. When the girl with pigtails and colorful folk costumes came on stage spinning to the cheerful music, everyone's attention was attracted by her dancing. Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan also continued to watch the performance with great interest.
The entire evening party will last for five and a half hours, which is a very long time. It is not even halfway through yet. According to the program schedule, Song Yuanchao's program is scheduled in the second half. As for why it is arranged like this, it may be due to consideration of each program and grade.
Song Yuanchao did not object to this. After all, it was just playing the accordion and singing a song. Time passed quickly and more than two hours passed. As one program after another was performed, all the students and teachers did not feel tired at all. Instead, they became more and more enthusiastic and expectant.
"Yuanchao, it will be your turn soon, so you can get ready." Just as Song Yuanchao finished watching another program and was about to say something to Lin Yan beside him, squad leader Cheng Mengshan appeared out of nowhere, bent over and leaned forward to remind Song Yuanchao softly.
"Okay, it's almost my turn. I'll go first." Song Yuanchao said to Lin Yan with a smile.
"Act well!" Lin Yan said with a smile.
Song Yuanchao made an OK gesture, stood up, and slowly moved forward through the crowded corridor. After a while, he reached the backstage.
"It will be your turn after two more programs. You can rest here first, and when the announcement is made, you can go on stage from here." Taking Song Yuanchao to the backstage, Cheng Mengshan pointed in the direction of the stage and instructed him. After that, Cheng Mengshan apologized and said that he had something else to do. Song Yuanchao didn't take it seriously. He nodded and found an empty chair to sit down.
"Classmate, your name and class are...?" As soon as he sat down, a student union cadre came over with a notebook in his hand to check Song Yuanchao's class and name.
After Song Yuanchao reported his name and class, the student union cadre checked it on the notebook and nodded: "Song Yuanchao, right? Yes, your name is here. You are ranked third after this program. You will need to wait about 20 minutes. You can rest here for a while. Oh, here is some tea. Drink some to moisten your throat."
As he spoke, the student union cadre politely handed a cup of tea to Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao took it and thanked him. The other party nodded and walked away to do other things.
Song Yuanchao held the cup of water but didn't drink it because he wasn't thirsty. Although he couldn't see the performance on the stage from the backstage, he could hear the sound coming from the stage more clearly.
After listening for a while, Song Yuanchao felt a little bored. There was still some time before he went on stage. After thinking about it, Song Yuanchao stood up and walked to the side. He was going to go to the toilet to relieve himself.
The toilet was not far from the backstage. Just walk through a corridor outside the backstage and go forward to the left. When he arrived at the toilet, Song Yuanchao first flushed the toilet, then washed his hands with a relaxed feeling, and then walked back.
Just as I walked out of the bathroom and before reaching the corridor, I heard someone talking outside.
"Did you give him the tea?" a familiar voice asked.
"I gave it to you with my own hands."
"Did he drink?"
"This...I gave it to him and then left. I think he drank it."
"No, you have to watch him drink it with your own eyes!" The voice seemed a little unhappy.
"You can't always force it in, right? That would be too obvious."
"Can't you even do such a simple thing? Don't you think that he will be singing later, and drinking more water now will be good for his throat? There are many ways, can you use your brain!" The familiar voice said unhappily. At this time, Song Yuanchao had already heard who the owner of the voice was. Hiding in the corner, Song Yuanchao poked his head out and looked around quickly. As expected, the two people mentioned were Zhao Minglei and the other was the student union cadre who had just registered him.
The student union cadre nodded helplessly and said that he would do it later. However, he hesitated and said, "I wonder if this is a bit..."
"What's that? It's not poison. It won't kill anyone. I just want to give him a taste of his own medicine. What's wrong? Are you unwilling to do it?" Zhao Minglei had a ferocious expression and stared at the other person.
"No, no, I'm just afraid of getting into trouble later..."
"What kind of trouble can there be? Even if he makes a fool of himself, it's his fault. What does it have to do with us? Don't you think so?"
"Okay..." The student union cadre nodded helplessly.
Zhao Minglei and the student union cadre walked towards the backstage while talking in low voices. Watching them leave, Song Yuanchao frowned. From their conversation, Song Yuanchao already understood what was going on.
After Zhao Minglei and the others left, Song Yuanchao did not return to the backstage immediately, but returned to the toilet again. In the toilet, he directly found a cubicle and squatted down, closed the partition door and lit a cigarette. Just after smoking for a while, he heard hurried footsteps outside, followed by the voice of the student union cadre just now.
"Song Yuanchao! Classmate Song Yuanchao, are you there?"
"Here! I'm here!" Song Yuanchao quickly stood up and pulled the drawstring above. With a loud bang of flushing, Song Yuanchao deliberately tied his belt, pushed open the door of the cubicle and walked out .
"Why are you here?" the other person asked with a slight frown.
"I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach just now, so I went to the toilet." Song Yuanchao covered his lower abdomen with one hand and deliberately pretended to have a stomachache, pointing to the cubicle.
As soon as he finished speaking, the other person's expression flashed with joy for a moment, but soon turned into concern: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay. I just felt a little uncomfortable just now. Now I feel much better after taking a poop." Song Yuanchao said with a smile.
"Maybe you caught a cold. Drinking some hot tea will make you feel better. By the way, it will be your turn soon. Go back quickly and remember not to run around anymore."
"Thank you. I'll be over first." Song Yuanchao nodded gratefully to the other party, and went straight backstage after leaving the toilet. When he got backstage, he glanced at the teacup that had been placed aside and had not been touched. After looking around to see that no one was paying attention, he quickly picked up the teacup and quietly poured all the tea in it into the corner behind him, then pretended to hold the empty cup and pretend to drink.
Just after finishing all this, the student union cadre who had just gone to look for him also came backstage under the pretext of inspection. He walked around backstage, but his eyes were always on Song Yuanchao.
Song Yuanchao pretended not to know and continued to pretend to drink water from the empty cup. In front of the other party, he even tilted his head back and "drank it all in one gulp". After finishing the drink, he smacked his lips a few times before putting the empty cup back.
Seeing this scene, the man's mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes quickly moved away from Song Yuanchao and started chatting with another classmate.
He thought he was being very secretive, but who would have thought that his every move was under the watchful eyes of Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao did not say a word, he sat in his seat with his right hand on his forehead and closed his eyes to rest, but in fact he was still looking around through his fingers.
If Song Yuanchao guessed correctly, Zhao Minglei had colluded with this student union cadre in private and put something in the tea he drank.
As for what it was, Song Yuanchao was not sure for the time being, but he was sure that it was definitely not a good thing, and the most likely possibility was a laxative.
The reason is very simple, because just now Song Yuanchao said in the toilet that he had diarrhea, and a hint of joy flashed across the face of this student union cadre. Combined with his conversation with Zhao Minglei, Song Yuanchao can be basically confirmed.
Zhao Minglei is really not a good guy. Ever since Song Yuanchao humiliated him on the day of reporting, in fact, there has been no contact between Song Yuanchao and Zhao Minglei in these days. Even if they meet at school, they deliberately pretend to be strangers. For Song Yuanchao, as a winner, he does not need to pay attention to the loser. What's more, in Song Yuanchao's eyes, Zhao Minglei has never been a threat to him.
But Song Yuanchao never expected that Zhao Minglei would hold a grudge and keep thinking about making trouble for him. Not to mention the last time he asked Luo Yang to set a trap for him during the class committee election, now he is so bold as to drug him. Isn't he worried that the matter will be exposed and he will get into trouble?
In order to embarrass himself in public, Zhao Minglei even messed up today's party. You know, today's party is the result of the hard work of countless classmates and student leaders, plus it has a special significance across generations. If something goes wrong with the party, Zhao Minglei, as a student union leader, would not consider the consequences of doing so?
Maybe Zhao Minglei had considered it, and he felt that revenge on Song Yuanchao was more important. Regarding this, Song Yuanchao secretly cursed Zhao Minglei as a complete idiot, and was extremely annoyed by his low-level tricks against him.
Fortunately, I was lucky. If I wasn't thirsty and didn't drink the tea, or if I had gone to the toilet on a whim, this guy might have succeeded.
