Since 1983

"That one over there, out of the circle!

I can see clearly even without a telescope, how will people see it then? People's rostrum is an astronomical telescope, and even the hairs of your hair can be seen. Do you think you are ashamed? do it again! "

"call out!"

With the sharp whistle, more than 400 students rehearsed the queue that had been repeated countless times.

The sun is shining overhead, the breeze is blowing, and the temperature is not too hot, but the physical exertion is too great. Not to mention them, Cheng Dongguang could hardly bear standing still.

"Xiao Xu, help me watch the meeting, I'll go to the bathroom."

Cheng Dong lifted his vest and wiped away his sweat, his muscles stiffened as soon as he took a step.

"I think it's almost time, it's time to play music."

"Then let it go!"

"good!"

Xu Fei jumped onto the high platform, waited until the end of the round, and shouted with a loudspeaker: "We have practiced for a week, and the queue is basically fine. But don't be complacent, there are no whistles at the scene, and music is played.

Can you complete the formation without a whistle? This requires everyone to imprint the position of each step in their minds to form a physical instinct.

Next, let's practice with music, radio station, radio station, are you all right? "

"alright."

"Get ready! Start!"

Just listen to the music, and still enter from the four corners. Arrange two of the best in each team, and put up the flag first, and look behind, they are all erected like big guns.

"Stop, stop!"

Xu Fei waved his hand and called to stop, "Didn't you say it? You have to give me a shout when you enter the arena, you have to have the momentum to charge on the battlefield, start again!"

Do it again.

"ah!"

More than 400 people shouted together and entered the arena holding a big flag, and suddenly split in the middle, turning into torrents and extending in all directions, forming a pattern of cloud heads.

Waving with the big flag, it looks like the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, floating with the wind.

In the end, the formation changed again, all dispersed, twenty-one horizontal, twenty-one vertical, while waving the big flag, the red flag rolled, like waves undulating...

Crowd tactics, ignoring individuals, but everyone stands upright with high morale.

The first time the music was composed, it was not neat, but the young, fiery, and sincere spirit had already burst out.

"..."

Seeing this scene, Xu Fei felt deeply burdened. If the show fails, nothing else, just these kids will feel sorry.

"Teacher Xu, Teacher Xu!"

Suddenly someone shouted from below, he jumped down, but a staff member came over holding the clothes, "The sample clothes came out, how about it?"

Cheng Dong just came back, he shook his head and said, "What a ghost, it's better than the one you designed."

"No way, who makes the leader not like it?"

Xu Fei couldn't say anything even when he looked at the clothes, blue clothes, blue pants, blue boots, blue hat, and black belt. There is a battle scene in Peking Opera. First, small soldiers file out, surrounded by a general, lined up on the left and right—these clothes are worn by the small soldiers.

His original design was a black suit with red moiré patterns, no hat, and a blood-red banner.

The leader looked at it and said, killing...aura...too...heavy...

But the clothes look ugly, but with the red-faced and yellow-edged flag, and the blue and barking people under the flag, it's actually quite harmonious.

The two directed the rehearsal several times, and had lunch at noon.

There was soda as usual.

Teacher Xu captured the hearts of all the boys with his truckload of Arctic Ocean, and he almost called him Dad. And the colleagues also found out, what the hell, she is actually a big dog!

Meals are provided by the school. They are unpalatable, but the amount is sufficient, so I will definitely be full.

Xu Fei and Cheng Dong looked for a cool place, and before they had eaten a bite, someone else looked for it.

An old man in his fifties, with a dark complexion and a short, rough face.

The two of them didn't dare to be negligent, and stood up to greet them, "Director Wu, hello, hello, I made a special trip all the way."

"Sure, don't call me the director, just call me Old Wu."

This is Wu Bin, who used to be at the Shichahai Sports School, he brought Jet Li out, and now he is the director of the Teaching and Research Department of the Chinese Wushu Academy.

Come over for dinner, and ask for entertainment.

Wu Bin was not too polite, and sat down to eat, "I used to take a martial arts team abroad to perform, and I have lined up for a show with dozens of people. I haven't tried it with 600 people. First, tell me what are your requirements?"

"It is divided into two sections, one section is a group performance, and the other section is a group fight. No weapons are used, pure fists and kicks."

"All six hundred people in groups?"

"About six groups, four or five people in each group."

"What about style?"

"Masculine and mighty."

The old man pondered, "Masculine and mighty is the northern boxing, Sanhuang Pao Chui, Tongbei, Baji, poking feet, and Sun Bin are all good. In fact, weapons are the best, especially big swords. Hey, why don't we have a big sword?" To the heads of the devils...'"

"No no no no!"

Both of them were sweating, "Let's not be the sinners who destroy the friendship between China and Japan, we can't afford it."

"Hahaha!"

The old man laughed, "I know how to make fun of you guys. In fact, this kind of occasion can't be complicated. If it's complicated, it's not neat. I think Changquan is suitable for the overall performance. Let me show you a section."

Wu Bin got up straight, put on a stance, and threw a long punch.

In ancient times, there was a type of boxing called "Changquan". Modern Changquan is based on the various types of boxing such as Cha, Hua, Pao, and Hong.

Stretch and generous, jump high, jump far, and have a clear rhythm.

Xu Fei frowned after reading it, and said: "The stretch is enough, but the rigidity is not enough, especially this posture... I don't know what it is called, don't mind, it's just this..."

He learned to strike a pose.

The right leg is withdrawn, the left leg is in front, the legs are slightly bent, the right hand is raised above the head, the palm is upward, and the left hand is thrown behind the back.

"This is called empty step and bright palm." Wu Bin said.

"Oh, and this..."

Teacher Xu took a half-horse step, with a doggy waist and long legs, but it was hard, the hard posture was like shitting, and then raised one hand and the other across his chest.

"It's called a horse-buckle palm."

"Can this kind of movement be deleted? One is ugly, and the other is mother. Don't mind if I speak straight. We don't have to follow the routine, we make up a movement, simple and powerful, open and close, and roar come out."

"Roar out?"

"That's it, that's it..."

Xu Fei stood still, punched loudly, and shouted, "Ha!"

Then he threw another kick, "Ha!"

"Ha ha!"

"Ha ha!"

"..."

Wu Bin scratched his head, are you guys not normal?

But I also understand, "It's easy to do, I can make it up for you now. But it's too simple and boring, let's add some jumping movements, then lie down, and stand upright with the carp."

"Six hundred people are standing up, can they be all together?" Cheng Dong was shocked.

Xu Fei said: "Anyway, you make up a paragraph first, and rehearse and modify it in detail. Then you will have to work hard."

"It's okay, it should be. Hey, who are you leading the punch?"

"Wu Jing is also your student."

"Oh, that kid..."

Wu Bin laughed, "That kid is not bad, he is qualified to lead the punch."

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