Bring your child to a variety show? Daughter: He is truly my living father!

Chapter 165

1:30 p.m.

The performance started on time.

A temporary stage was built on the playground of the kindergarten.

Kindergarten children and parents sat under the stage.

Niuniu's kindergarten is relatively large.

There are quite a few classes in the whole kindergarten.

Each class has to perform 1 or 2 programs.

At this time.

The host of the performance came on stage:

"Dear parents and lovely children, hello!

Today is a beautiful day, welcome to our xx kindergarten, we will hold a wonderful event here..."

"Now please. The fathers of our xx class will perform the first section."

"Dance - "Indian Girl."

This dance is rehearsed by Niuniu's class.

With the sound of music.

The fathers, wearing yellow belly dance gauze skirts and covering their faces with veils, came on stage one after another.

"Puchi~"

"Hahaha~"

Xiao Yang and the photographer laughed out loud at the same time.

This picture is so hot that it is unbearable to look at it directly.

A bunch of middle-aged men who are getting fat in the middle of the year are wearing bright belly dance skirts.

Their upper bodies barely cover their chests, revealing their big bellies.

Below them are gauze skirts dotted with various sequins, which are dazzling.

Their faces are also painted with big blue and green eye shadows, with shy smiles.

They dance gracefully to the music.

The comments are rolling:

——"Hahaha, the world has finally turned upside down like this that I can't imagine."

——"Awesome! Dads work like cows and horses in the company, and they have to get off work like monkeys in the kindergarten after work."

——"I dare not laugh. Because I will also perform in the kindergarten in a few days."

——"Since you are here, kowtow to these dads before leaving~ Father's love is boundless..."

As the dads appeared.

The little guys who had just been sitting in front of Xiao Yang and were quite well behaved.

They all jumped up from the small stools immediately.

Pointing at the person on the stage, he shouted happily:

"This is my dad."

"My dad."

"My dad..."

Xiao Yang was amused by the dancing on the stage.

He thought to himself that it was a good thing that he didn't agree to dance on the stage just now.

There are still many people in this world that he cares about.

He grinned and laughed:

"Hahaha~"

"Hahaha~"

"Is this an Indian dance? Or a pregnant woman's dance?"

The female teacher who had insisted that he perform on the stage just now sat next to him and rolled her eyes at him.

He said with an unhappy face: "Huh~"

"This is called fatherly love, understand?"

"These fathers, no matter what their status is outside, no matter how high their status is."

"They are willing to pay for their children, even if it's a little embarrassing, it doesn't matter, you should learn from them."

"Look, other children are happy to dance when they see their fathers on stage."

"Look at Niu Niu, sitting so quietly, she must be sad."

Hearing this, Xiao Yang glanced at Niu Niu who was sitting next to him.

As the teacher said, there was no father on the stage.

She was a little strangely quiet.

The audience in the live broadcast room also felt that Niu Niu was not very happy.

Many fans immediately felt distressed.

Some began to condemn Xiao Yang for ignoring the feelings of his children for his own face.

Xiao Yang only felt that the emotional value in his mind was rising sharply.

At this time, the voice of the system appeared.

[Congratulations to the host, the audience emotion value has accumulated 200,000 points]

[Congratulations to the host, becoming a master of Sichuan Opera face-changing]

[The points are reset to zero again, the host should keep working hard. ]

Xiao Yang felt a tingling sensation in his body.

It seems that the skill has been successfully input.

The costumes appeared in a corner of the classroom.

On the stage.

Another show came on stage.

The mothers of the children in Niu Niu's class came on stage to dance the Korean girl group dance.

As these mothers came on stage.

The little ones in Niu Niu's class got excited again.

"This is my mother."

"My mother"

"..."

Xiao Yang looked at the stage.

Just now, the Indian dance, and now the Korean dance, there is no Chinese element.

Xiao Yang patted the quiet Niu Niu.

She pouted her lips and was a little unhappy.

"Niuniu, watch it yourself, Uncle Xiao Yang is going to the bathroom."

"Okay~"

The second kindergarten program ended.

The live broadcast switched to Dai Chuan and Yang Yang.

The comments scrolled:

——"Fuck, this place is too familiar, I go there once a month."

——"The upstairs guy, what's that? I go there every week."

——"Hehe, the parents were invited on the first day. It seems that Yang Yang still hasn't finished his holiday homework."

Teacher's office.

Yang Yang's head teacher folded his arms, leaned back in his chair, and said sternly."You are Yangyang's uncle, right?"

"I just contacted Yangyang's father, and he said he couldn't come to the program recording today.

You are his substitute parent today, and it's the same as what you said."

Dai Chuan sighed in his heart and thought.

"Why did this unlucky child have to invite parents on the first day of school?"

"It seems that the holiday homework is still not finished."

The teacher continued.

"The parents were called here today because Yangyang had a fight with his classmates."

Dai Chuan panicked.

"Ah?"

"Fight?"

"Teacher, I have no experience, I can't handle fights."

"Is he injured?"

"Just call him his real father."

The teacher waved his hand.

"No, no!"

"In fact, the two children didn't really fight."

"They just took their holiday homework books and hit each other."

"Yes, the holiday homework of the two people was torn up."

"Take a look. "

He pointed to the shredded homework book on the table.

The intention was obvious.

The comments scrolled:

——"Hahaha, Yangyang is so smart at this time. He is so smart."

——"No wonder Ding Li didn't come. Even if I wanted him, I wouldn't come."

At this time, although it was not his own child, Dai Chuan actually lowered his head unconsciously.

It felt like he was criticized by his teacher when he was in school.

The teacher continued. "Even if the program is filming, you can't delay your studies."

As he said, he took out a whole corner from the ruins of a pile of homework.

"Not only is the homework not finished, but it is also written randomly."

"Look at this imitation sentence."

"Example: Wherever there is a need to show love, Uncle Lei Feng will appear there.

Yangyang wrote: Wherever it is cool, I will appear there.

? ? ?

What is this?"

Then he took out another piece of debris.

"And this composition "School Uniform". ”

“Read it.”

Dai Chuan read it out loud.

“School Uniform”, the student went home and asked his grandmother for money to buy school uniforms. The grandmother said angrily: ‘I’m not dead yet, why buy mourning clothes?’ The grandson said: ‘My classmates have bought them.’ ”

Dai Chuan: …

The comments surged.

——“Primary school students are early organisms worth studying.”

——“School uniforms? Mourning clothes? This is Xiaoxiao’s guidance, right?”

——“Yangyang, Auntie thinks you use homophonic puns very well, don’t use them next time.”