Mo Hen came to his senses and looked at the Qing Xuezhong who was scolding her. It felt a little subtle and a little dreamy. As for where the subtlety was, she didn't know.
It was a feeling that was indescribable. Mo Hen didn't understand and didn't want to understand it.
Suddenly, Kikumaru cat screamed: "By the way, didn't the coach say that each school festival should choose a girl to perform talent, while others should choose a program to perform?"
Everyone also remembered that it seemed that something really happened.
The school festival is coming soon, and they are not prepared at all.
But... the tennis department has been established for so long, and no girl has ever chosen it. Where can I find a girl to perform?
It's very distressing.
By the way!! Everyone looked at the ink on the hospital bed with their shiny eyes. Of course, Tezuka and Fuji were not included.
Mo Hen suddenly had an ominous premonition. He turned his head and did not look at them, his deep and turbid eyes flashed.
"Xiao Mo, I decided it was you!" Almost in unison.
Mohen Black Line complained in his heart: Didn’t you see that I am still a patient? It’s so bad...
He smiled again and asked, "What do I want to perform?"
Mo Hen looked at them with his eyes like a dead carp.
She was used to having no opinion, being controlled by others, and being used to having no one listen to her own words. Since she knew she had no choice, then just obey.
The teenagers felt ache.
"Then... can you play the piano?" Da Shitou was so simple at one time.
Others looked at her expectantly.
The powerful pressure was released instantly, and everyone's backbone seemed to be frozen by the cold ice.
Mohen tightened his palms, but there was still nothing on his face. He said calmly: "No."
Some people with good insight discovered Mo Hen's abnormality. But they did not point it out... If she wanted to, one day she would tell us... the teenagers thought.
"Then...whether...sing?" Taocheng Qiang gritted his teeth and asked, pressing against the powerful aura that Mo Hen accidentally released.
The powerful and majestic aura gathered in an instant, and the pressure just now seemed to have never appeared, making everyone think it was an illusion.
"Yes." Mo Hen's face was a constant smile, and there was no trace of turbulence in his black eyes...