The first day of the camp was a field trip. The students from different countries were going to get to know each other. The official language was Russian. Although Feng Yu had just arrived at noon, his fluent Russian and the students from all over the world were curious about him. He was the first student to blend in with the crowd.
In the afternoon, the students from different countries sat on the grass and played some simple games to get to know each other better. The teachers from Third High School were frowning. Why was this Summer Camp different from what they expected?
Vice Principal Sun was thinking that there should be a theme for the Summer Camp. It should be literature, mathematics, physics, chemistry, etc. The students should exchange and compete with each other. Even if it was about inventions, it should be fine. Among the students he had chosen, there was a student who was good at inventions.
The 3 professors from the Technical University were anxious. When can they visit the research facilities and laboratories? This was the purpose of their trip. Were they really going to play childish games with these students?
The three of them whispered to Vice Principal Sun and asked him to find out when the camping activity would end. It's such a waste of time!
Vice Principal Sun felt helpless. Although he was the leader, the other three were much stronger than him in terms of status and influence. He even felt like he was a puppet, holding the title of the leader and doing the job of a nanny.
There was already a student from another country dancing, and everyone was clapping. Only Vice Principal Sun was walking towards the organizer.
After a while, Vice Principal Sun returned with an ugly look on his face. The 3 professors immediately asked when they could visit the research facilities.
"The 3 of you will definitely visit the research facilities, but not in these 2 days. The Summer Camp will last for 2 weeks, and the first visit will be 3 days later. The main activity for these 2 days is to have fun! "
"What? Have fun? This is an international Summer Camp. How can it be fun? What is the theme of this Summer Camp? Isn't it about technology? "One of the professors asked with his eyes wide open. Moscow University had strong technology. What other theme could it be?
Vice Principal Sun said with difficulty: "This Summer Camp's theme is Art!"
Duang~~~
The 3 professors were stunned!
When Vice Principal Sun heard about this, he also could not accept it. The theme was Art? Why didn't the invitation letter mention this? Furthermore, your Moscow University is not famous for its arts.
Moreover, if it's an artistic summer camp, you should've indicated on the invitation that we need to select students accordingly. I haven't heard of any top students in the arts category among the students who came this time!
This could be the Waterloo of his political career. As soon as he arrived, Feng Yu disappeared, and the organizers were so heartless that they called the police. It was not easy for Feng Yu to solve the problem, but it also attracted the attention of other countries' delegations. He had a feeling that the school seemed to have tarnished Hua Xia's reputation.
This matter had finally come to an end, and only now did she know that the theme of the summer camp was art. Look at the students in other countries, some are singing, some are dancing, and some are painting with oil paint.
As for No.3 High School, there were students with cameras hanging around their necks. Were they going to show their photos to others? Even if it was reasonable, there was no time to develop the photos now.
Just now, the organizer had said that they would be taking turns to perform. It was almost time for Third High School. Who should they choose?
Vice Principal Sun looked at all the students and stared at Feng Yu. Third High School was invited to this summer camp because of him. This brat should know the theme of the camp, and he purposely did not participate in the training. Could it be that he had prepared a performance at home and wanted to surprise everyone?
That's right. This must be the case. If not, why would he help Wen Dongjun apply for leave? Whether Third High School will not be a disgrace and tarnished Hua Xia's reputation, it all depends on Feng Yu!
Feng Yu was enjoying the dance when someone patted his shoulder. He turned around and saw Vice Principal Sun's big face on his shoulder.
"Principal Sun, what's the matter?"
Vice Principal Sun gave Feng Yu a kind smile: "Feng Yu, this summer camp's theme is Art. Why is it not written in our invitation letter? But it's okay. We might not know, but you should know. You and Wen Dongjun did not participate in the training organized by the school. You should have prepared a performance at home. "
Looking at Vice Principal Sun's expression, Feng Yu shrunk his neck: "Principal Sun, if I say that I also do not know, will you believe me?"
Vice Principal Sun stared at Feng Yu: "What did you say? You also do not know? Didn't we get a spot in this summer camp because of your family? Don't deny it. Hurry up and prepare for your performance. Sing, dance, calligraphy, and drawings are all fine. Don't drop the ball. After this, I will give you a good student! "
Feng Yu was dumbfounded. He really did not know the theme of the camp. He wanted to say that he was only here to gain experience. Kirilenko was too unreliable. Even if this invitation letter was given by Kirilenko, he should at least state the theme of the camp. Also, what's the point of doing art? What's the similarity between China and Eastern Europe's arts?
Suddenly, Feng Yu saw a student carrying a guitar. He felt the atmosphere around him, and a song popped up in his mind. It was a song adapted from a Soviet Union folk song. In his previous life, there was a Russian version on the internet, and Feng Yu had practiced it for a period of time.
Soon, it was Bing City's Third High School's turn to perform. Everyone looked at each other, and they were too shy to stand up. This was because of their reserved character.
Feng Yu stood up and walked towards the Ukrainian student: "Student, I am late and did not bring my guitar. Can you lend me your guitar?"
The Ukrainian student enthusiastically passed the guitar to Feng Yu. Feng Yu strummed a few times and sat cross-legged in the middle of the grass. He had not played the guitar for a long time, and his fingers were rusty. He hoped that he would not make any mistakes.
"Next, I will be performing my original song. White Birch Forest. It is adapted from a Ukrainian folk song. It tells the story of a beautiful girl waiting for her lover at the White Birch Forest. Her lover died on the battlefield."
"White snow floats in the quiet village. Pigeons fly in the hazy sky. Two names are carved on the birch tree. They swore to love each other for the rest of their lives.
One day, the war reached their hometown. A young man picked up his gun and rushed to the border. My sweetheart, don't worry about me. Wait for me to come back.
The sky is still hazy. Pigeons fly in the sky. Who will prove the love and life without a tombstone? The snow is still falling. The village is still peaceful. The young people disappear into the White Birch Forest.
The grievous news came in the afternoon. Her sweetheart died on the battlefield. She silently went to the White Birch Forest and waited there every day. She said that he was lost in the distance. He will definitely come back to this White Birch Forest.
The sky is still hazy. Pigeons fly in the sky. Who will prove the love and life without a tombstone? The snow is still falling. The village is still peaceful. The young people disappear into the White Birch Forest.
The long road is coming to an end. The girl's hair is already white. She often hears him calling beside her pillow. Come, my dear, come to this White Birch Forest. When she died, she murmured, I'm coming. Wait for me in that White Birch Forest … "
When Feng Yu's last note fell, there was a warm applause. Feng Yu was singing a folk song from their hometown, and he had purposely sung it in Russian. All of them were mesmerized by it. There was also a student who said that he wanted the music score of Feng Yu's song. A teacher said that it should be made into a tape for more people to listen to.
Vice Principal Sun applauded with satisfaction. He gave Feng Yu a look that said, "Looks like you can't hide it anymore." This crisis is finally over.
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