The little sweetie of the black-bellied king

Chapter 439 Our Class Mascot

"I still think I can sing well, why don't you say I'm going to sing solo?"

"Then you go."

"..."

"If it's not a drama, the drama is also very interesting."

Let's have a lively discussion below.

The squad leader watched from the podium, very relieved. Seeing that everyone was having a hard time making a decision, he suggested, "Why don't you say a few, and then we'll vote with a show of hands later."

"This line."

The class leader took the chalk and wrote the students' suggestions on the blackboard. Somebody said, "Don't An Ran have so many skills? Doesn't she know the guzheng and the piano? Let An Ran go up and perform."

Someone said it was really the post they had seen.

An Ran raised her head abruptly, and looked at the boy who was speaking, who was still winking at her.

Many people thought it was good, and agreed, the class leader looked at An Ran, "An Ran, what are you best at, why don't you choose the one you are best at?"

"Squad leader, what you said is wrong. What is the best? An Ran is the mascot of our class. You should ask her what she is not good at." Someone responded.

The crowd laughed.

Auspicious... An Ran's eyes widened. She was going to hit someone. When did she become the mascot of their class!
The classmate behind nodded An Ran's back, "Don't you know when you became the mascot of Class Seven?"

An Ran glared viciously.

Li Lian laughed, "I don't know who yelled like this in private, saying that you are such a hot topic in the class that even other teachers have to pay attention to Class [-], and it was because of you that several times when the excellent class was selected. "

"..." An Ranmo.

"Piano, write on the piano."

"That's right, there's also that Guzheng written on Guzheng."

The following has been discussed in a hurry.

An Ran saw it, it was terrible, she stood up quickly, "I won't participate, I have already participated, and I still want to participate in the art exhibition, I have to draw during this time, I don't have time to prepare for those."

"It doesn't matter. You draw the picture and hang it there. You don't need to draw it on the spot at night during the performance. It doesn't matter." Some students said.

"Yes, An Ran."

An Ran waved her hand, "No, drawing takes a lot of energy." She just simply didn't want to perform on stage.

"Farewell, An Ran, I may not be able to choose your program. Everyone has talked about so many programs, but I just want you to participate, so please participate." Someone persuaded.

An Ran frowned.

The class monitor saw An Ran's embarrassment, took the blackboard eraser and planned to erase the original writing, but before erasing, he asked again: "An Ran, why don't you think about it again, everyone can help you when you draw, and we can work together as a class painting."

An Ran looked at the program on the blackboard, it was very rich, she thought that she said to draw, but in fact she hadn’t started to draw, she just made a random excuse, she hesitated, everyone looked at her expectantly, she said: "Then leave that guzheng."

"It's okay, just keep the guzheng."

"To be honest, I really want to listen to the piano."

"..."

"..."

The monitor laughed and wiped the piano away.

As soon as An Ran sat down, Li Lian came over, "We bet ten yuan that we will definitely choose your show in the end."

The students behind heard it, and joined Li Lian, "I bet twenty, it's definitely a mascot!"

"You call me a mascot again, and I'll make you a real mascot." An Ran said in an annoyed voice.

The classmate shrank his head, with a face full of cowardice.

(End of this chapter)