The Grab the Stool Game ended, and the gala continued.
Guo Kunnan and Shan Kaiquan went up to perform a cross-talk routine. It was not particularly funny, but for class monitor Huang Zhongfei, as long as it was up to a normal standard, he was satisfied. The subject teachers would be arriving soon.
Please, no more mishaps!
Several more acts followed, until Shen Qing'e called out:
"Next up, let's look forward to Wang Longlong's 'Moonwalk'!"
The moment she finished speaking, a clamor rose from the back rows. "Go, Dragon Bro!"
"Dragon Bro, we've finally been waiting for you!"
"Dragon Bro, you're the best!"
Just last week, Ma Shicheng and the others had eaten the fried snacks Wang Longlong treated them to. Now that Wang Longlong was taking the stage, they shouted with all their might, giving him a grand show of support.
Listening to their voices, Wang Longlong felt a little moved. A smile appeared on his chubby face.
My Dragon Bro faction has grown this large already. One day, when I raise my arms and call out, I'll be able to drive Huang Zhongfei from the class monitor's seat!
Wang Longlong did not enter by flipping over a desk. Instead, he walked all the way to the end of this row of desks. At that moment, explosive music began to play—Jazz Music.
Wang Longlong stepped forward to the beat. From the moment he took the stage, the performance had already begun.
At first, he walked normally. But as he moved, in rhythm with the music, his steps became elusive.
The students cried out, "Oh my God, he's not walking—he's gliding!"
Halfway through his glide, his stiff body suddenly twisted, and like Blitzcrank, he abruptly changed direction.
The direction of his glide did not change. He was now gliding backward.