Tribal original plus-size black T-shirt, wide striped Korean military green slacks, Tibetan silver earrings, a beige headscarf tied on the back of his neck, a narrow leather rope wrapped around his right arm in N circles, and silver walkman wobbled on his chest ...

The black man grinned and reached out to punch me. I reached out and went straight to his forehead, rubbing and saying, Lao Hei, you don't have a fever, do you? Today is the beginning of a new semester. Do you want a rhinoceros to chop you to death in this outfit? Black eyes a stare, singing, here in my site he has to listen to me ~~

I pour! This guy really burns a lot. I jumped up and slammed his head with my schoolbag, saying that you thought you were Jay Chou! After saying this, he ran upstairs. As soon as I entered the door, I grabbed the turban around the black man's neck and shouted, sis, find a pair of pants for this briquette, or I'll be late! The black man stood in the living room in shock, stripped of his clothes by my sister and me like a puppet.

black people and I were really late. When I arrived at the door of the classroom, the head teacher rhinoceros had begun to announce the new disciplinary terms of the second semester of senior high school. Before I could catch my breath, the razor-blade eyes of rhinoceros swept over me. He shouted angrily, you two again! There is still some organizational discipline ... Halfway through, he suddenly went around to the black people like discovering the new continent and shouted with great exaggeration, Oh, you still wear earrings!

well, one hundred secrets and one sparse one, and it fell short. The next scene was miserable. In short, black people and I, as typical examples of serious violations of discipline in the new semester, were caught by rhinoceros and scolded, but we just didn't put them in cages and swam to the school to show them to the public. He said, dancing, dancing, jumping out of the pattern. This big school is not enough for you to dance. Last semester, you all jumped in the street. Are you a student? !

2

My name is Pei Chao, and I'm a B-BOY. Black people are my team, and our group is called "Wind Shield". B-BOY is short for Breakingboy. You can also call us stomp the yard, or HIP-POP Boys. Anyway, I consider myself a dancer who loves street culture.

but rhinoceros doesn't think so.

when I ordered my school uniform last semester, I signed up for a pair of trousers with a waist of 2 feet 4 inches. Rhino said, fat. I said neither fat nor fat. He stared at me for a long time for no reason, saying, just your small waist? I smiled slyly. On the day when the school uniform was handed out, the black man and I went directly to the toilet to change. After putting it on, the two high-fived and shouted COOL! Black people worship and say, bandits, you are really strong, school uniforms and hip-hop equipment! I made a slides on the spot, and I felt super good. I can't help but proudly say that the school doesn't allow me to wear strange clothes. This is called playing along. The black man suddenly became interested and bent over to do a handstand. Who knows, just as we were dancing in ecstasy, the rhinoceros suddenly came out of a small room with his pants on, and his face was green. The result can be imagined-being violently trained again!

After school, as I walked, I turned over my elbow pads and shoulder pad in my schoolbag. The black man said gloomily, bandits, what's wrong with dancing street dance? Why does the teacher always have a problem with us? I bit the corner of the sweat towel, pulled my left hand hard and tied it tightly on my arm. The ligament hurts vaguely, and my right arm was injured several times in order to practice the "Float" movement. But I still won't give up. I want to make "turning the windmill by hand" my perfections (the best action of a B-Boy)!

Black people and I often go to Sunshine Square to practice dancing. There are many students who play street sports, such as street dance, skateboarding, roller skating, and occasionally BMX flat fancy BMX. I like the relaxed, free and flamboyant atmosphere. Perhaps this is the charm of street culture.

When I went to the square with black people, I heard rap music with strong rhythm in the distance. Take a closer look, there are two B-boys dancing, and there are a group of girls standing around, screaming and clapping for them. One of the boys wearing a helmet is doing Head-Spin, that is, turning his head. By the time I saw it, he had turned 16 times, and his movements were quite excellent. The other one is doing "back spin", and the circular stroke of his feet in the air is also quite wonderful.

the black man put his arm on my shoulder and said with admiration, master, master. I was fascinated by it, too, and I couldn't help moving with the rhythm of the music. At this time, the boy who did the back spin stood up and gestured proudly at the girls, just as his eyes passed me. Maybe the costume revealed the information. He walked up to me and said defiantly, Hey, do you want to "embarrass"? Said, and made an applejacks. "Dancing" is a special term for the challenge between B-boys, and this applejacks is the most basic action in dancing.

I was stunned and a little surprised. In fact, at the present level of black people and me, it is definitely not comparable to others. But then the girls around screamed, and the opponent had already started to show off. The black man threw his schoolbag and gave me a sudden push, saying, Why bother? You can't fall in front of so many MM's!

the atmosphere exploded in an instant. HIP-POP music was turned to the maximum volume, and several roller skaters also leaned in and shouted with the girls. The restless factor in my body was suddenly mentioned and my blood was boiling.

A 2VS2 dance begins.

3

"UFO", "windmill with brush head", "helicopter" and "python" ... the other side frequently changes their movements, all of which are 4-star in difficulty. Although it is not very difficult for me and the blacks to do it, their coordination and tacit understanding are much better than theirs. For a time, four big boys danced in the air, which provoked the audience to cheer constantly.

The whole action is coming to an end. I subconsciously started the "hand-turning windmill" and wanted a beautiful ending. But at the moment of changing hands for the second time, I heard a click of my right arm, and then the whole person fell to the ground. There was an exclamation in the crowd, and I rolled on the ground with my right shoulder. The black man quickly stopped to help me, but I couldn't move. Just then, someone ran through the crowd and said eagerly, Pei Chao! Are you okay? Huh? I looked up and it was the head teacher rhinoceros!

Rhino, who was shopping with his girlfriend, hid in the crowd, watched his students dance with others, and carried the injured to the hospital. After everything was settled, he immediately changed his face. I was lying in the hospital bed with grievances, gnashing my teeth and being pulled by the doctor's hand, while listening to the rhinoceros reprimand.

he said, hip-hop has to jump on the street? I said, it must be D. He said that the main task in high school is to study, and the ultimate goal is to enter the university. Other hobbies must be suppressed first. Go crazy, and then go crazy after the college entrance examination, okay? I said, that day will be very pale. He added, if you can't get into the top 1 next semester, wait for your father to beat you. I didn't dare say anything. My parents have been away for many years, and they don't know about my street dance. If the rhinoceros really reports it, I will be ruined.

after my arm recovered, I began to feel depressed. Anyway, I became a Burned (B-Boy who was defeated in the dance). Throughout the summer vacation, I practiced that failed movement repeatedly. As a B-Boy, I will never be defeated so willingly. After the beginning of this semester, I was surprised to find that the two boys who danced with us were actually senior 3 students in our school. This made me and the black people very excited, and we decided that one day, we should get back the face that fell to the ground!

After that, I put more energy into dancing practice, and constantly improved the difficulty of training, vowing to take revenge. There is a saying that everything comes to him who waits. Finally, in a weekend, the black man and I solved the two brothers beautifully. In the next few contests, both sides won and lost, and then four people simply merged to form a team. Soon, "Wind Shield" became a well-known B-Boy group in this city. As long as we appear on a street, there must be a lot of Fans following us.

I smiled proudly amid the overwhelming admiration of more and more MM people.

4

However, I can't laugh for a long time.

In the mid-term exam, my score plummeted from 14th to 5th. Rhino called my dad mercilessly without being polite to me. My father who flew back from the south looked angry and gave me a belt that night. I can still bear the physical pain, B-Boy, who hasn't been hurt in the process of learning dance. However, that's not the most painful thing-dad angrily smashed all my hip-hop tutorial CDs when he learned that I had neglected my studies because of hip-hop.

damn rhino! After my father left, I transferred all my resentment to the class teacher. I didn't hand in my homework at first, and I deliberately made mistakes when I knew it in the test. There are fewer and fewer books in the schoolbag. As soon as school is over, I turn out the metal bracelet and fat pants and put them on, and run to the street to dance with others.

However, the result of rebellion is often not as tasty as the word itself. First, two senior brothers quit the "Wind Shield". They said that the college entrance examination was coming soon, so they had to prepare for it. Street dance and college, or the latter is more important to them. Then, even the black people betrayed me. He compromised under the "rescue" of rhinoceros and the pressure of his parents, saying that he would give up HIP-POP temporarily.

That day, I practiced dancing alone in Sunshine Square until it was sparsely populated. After finishing a continuous action, I sat on the ground wearily. The dim square lights shone down and made my shadow long. The surrounding sounds dimmed, and I felt a person's street dance for the first time, so lonely.

I don't know when, there is another person beside me. He patted me on the shoulder and knelt down. It's a rhino. He said, I knew you were here. Go back with the teacher. I looked up at him and saw a pair of eyes full of concern. My nose can't help being a little sour. He added that the teacher promised you a promise that I would hold a grand dance show for you as long as your grades went up before you were promoted by 3.

This evening, I obediently followed him, like a lost child.

The winter vacation is coming soon. Instead of dancing, I go to my teacher's house to catch up on my lessons every day. When the second semester of Senior 2 starts, my grades will improve. Although I still listen to HIP-POP for a while every day, my heart is very peaceful. I entered the top 3 in the mid-term exam. I am still working hard for the goal of TOP1.

But in an active corner of my heart, I have been looking forward to a dance show.

5

After the final exam, we have a holiday and other grades, and at the same time make room for the college entrance examination students.

On the morning of July 1th, the black man suddenly called, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he cried hysterically: Bandit, come to the rhino's house at once! I thought something was wrong and hurried there. As soon as I entered the door, the rhinoceros rushed up fiercely and hugged me. I was frightened and said in a trembling voice, Teacher … Don't you have a girlfriend? Besides ... I'm a boy.

he ignored me at all and said excitedly, two news! First, the final grade came out, and you got the eighth place in the exam! Second, the first street dance competition in this city will be held in Sunshine Square tomorrow night, and I signed up for "Wind Shield"! This is the carnival dance that the teacher promised you and belongs to you!

god, it all happened so suddenly! I was a little confused by happiness and stood stupidly. The rhinoceros poked me and said, what else are you thinking? Hurry back and prepare! I just came to my senses, pulled the black man up and ran. We quickly got in touch with the two senior brothers, who did well in the exam and were extremely excited when they heard of the game. One day, four people nervously began to arrange dance steps.

An outdoor stage was set up in Sunshine Plaza overnight. The dazzling slide effect, the strong rhythm of HIP-POP music, and 1 B-Boy groups wearing hip-hop costumes and different styles constitute the brightest spot of the night!

with a piece of rap music playing, my teammates and I dressed up. We adopted the Newschool hip-hop style, combining quasi-level-4 difficult movements and narrative dance style, and the overall visual sense and rhythm are excellent. Although I haven't practiced for a long time, the four people still cooperate quite tacitly. The rhinoceros stood in the front row, and its hands were swollen. When I finished my performance with a beautiful windmill and Tombstone (feet closed, body in L shape), the audience was boiling!

We danced the most dazzling steps with our youthful and proud bodies. We witnessed the most flamboyant self of a generation full of personality with a carnival feast in stomp the yard! Jay Chou's new song "My Site" sounded, and the melody and lyrics of the music seemed to be written for our carnival:

In my site, you have to listen to me

Harvest the music and find happiness by hearing

Start carving my personal characteristics

The future is unpredictable and stick to the present choice

In my site, you have to listen to my

rhythm, which is inviting me to make out with street dance.