Wang Bo was still one of the four great poets. The most outstanding person. Wang Bo’s alias is Zi’an, so he is also called Wang Zi’an. Haha, Wang Bo in your class is quite interesting, and he has all the glory of being a celebrity.” After saying that, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Wang Bo was still one of the four great poets. The most outstanding person. Wang Bo’s alias is Zi’an, so he is also called Wang Zi’an. Haha, Wang Bo in your class is quite interesting, and he has all the glory of being a celebrity.” After saying that, he couldn’t help but laugh.
When Xiao Jinsong saw Wang Bo among the dancing team members, he just thought that he was just being raped by Sun Li and wanted to “step in” for fun and be an insignificant backup dancer. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be the lead dancer! What made him even more stunned was that in addition to singing and dancing, this guy could also write songs, lyrics and music! The solo after the dance was not the guitar playing and singing that Sun Li told him to do, but the new song he wrote himself!
Songwriting? Original song?
The black line on Xiao Jinsong’s forehead was added again.
Tang Suzhen recovered from the surprise and jokingly congratulated Xiao Jinsong, who was still a little dazed: “Teacher Xiao, there is really a talent in your class now, a big talent!”
“Hehe!” Xiao Jinsong smiled “hehe” and woke up from his stunned state. He immediately said humbly, “It’s still too early! Hehe, Teacher Tang, it’s still too early to say this. Let’s watch the show together later. It’s probably just a campus tune. Writing songs is not writing essays, how can it be so easy to write!”
Monk Zhang Er was just as confused as Xiao Jinsong, as were the teachers from other classes present. The cultural performance has been going on for nearly two hours, with more than 20 programs, and everyone is a little tired of the performance. Whether it is cheering or applauding, in the end they are a little weak and reluctant to perform. The sudden burst of shouts and screams made them think that their class’s show was about to begin. But soon I felt something was wrong. The show in my class had already been performed, or it hadn’t been my turn yet. Why were these students in the class so excited? And he shouted “Prince An” loudly. Then who is “Wang Zi’an”? There is no such person in your class?
After a quick inquiry, several students who were inexplicably excited were chattering. You and I explained everything one by one. Only then did they understand, but they immediately fell into the same shock and confusion as Xiao Jinsong: Writing a song
? Isn’t this what musicians do? When did middle school students start writing songs? Who taught it?
The “ten-member group” entered the temporary backstage behind the screen wall through the moon gate, and immediately aroused the cheers and screams of more than a dozen actors who were about to take the stage behind the screen wall. Zhang Xinyue held the microphone in one hand and her skirt in the other. She walked straight to Wang Bo, stretched out her hand and looked at him with a smile: “Wang Zi’an, how can you thank me?”
“I’ve prepared it for you a long time ago. Wait for me for ten minutes.” .” Wang Bo blinked at Zhang Xinyue and said unambiguously, then waved to a dozen “fans” who looked at him enthusiastically wit