The gala was about to begin.
The auditorium was extremely lively.
"Mengmeng." A girl called out to her.
"What?" Cao Mengmeng said with a giggle.
The girl blinked and asked, "Is your bro having a show today?"
Cao Mengmeng's eyes twinkled. "I don't think so?"
"Most surely not." Teacher Leng, who was leading them, smiled and said, "Today it's the Primary and Secondary School New Year Gala. The programs have long been rehearsed and fixed. There will be no other programs."
Another middle school boy said, "What a pity. I wanted to listen to Mengmeng's cousin compose another poem. The 'To The Oak' Mengmeng recited last time is really a classic amongst classic love poems. It's almost the same as the great poet, Teacher Chen Tianmo's ’Autumn Snow’. It was awesome."
Cao Mengmeng said proudly. "Of course. Who do you think my bro is!?"
"Aha? Your bro is Zhang Ye? The host from our Shanghai WebTV?" A Shanghainese female student said from the side.
