As the song ended, Xia Rouxue knew that her confession would not bring any results. She looked at Feng Shaoying affectionately and walked back to her seat in despair.
There was a lot of discussion in the audience...
The clear voice of the female host came: "Now please listen to the piano music "Listening to the Sea" brought by classmate Yan Jing."
At this time, Feng Shaoying had returned to the group of friends and admired Wanyan Jing on the other side.
Wanyanjing came to the front seat of a black piano, and placed her slender fingers lightly on the keys of the piano. Only a flicker of the stage lights shone on Wanyanjing and the piano. Wanyanjing closed her eyes and imagined the feelings. As the sea breeze blows in, your fingers gently press to produce beautiful music:
Write and tell me what color the sea is today
How about the mood of the sea that accompanies you every night?
Gray means I don’t want to say blue means melancholy
And where does your wandering heart stop?
Write and tell me what you want to dream about tonight
Do you have no choice between me inside and outside the dream?
I was clutching my heart and couldn't close my eyes all night
Why do you not come close even though you are obviously in love?
Listen to the sound of the sea crying
Sighing, who is hurt again but still not awake?
It must not be me. At least I am calm.
But even the tears don’t believe it
Listen to the sound of the sea crying
This sea is too sentimental and weep until dawn
Write me a letter as your final promise
Tell me how you felt when you left me
Write and tell me what you want to dream about tonight
Do you have no choice between me inside and outside the dream?
I was clutching my heart and couldn't close my eyes all night
Why do you not come close even though you are obviously in love?
Listen to the sound of the sea crying
Sighing, who is hurt again but still not awake?
It must not be me. At least I am calm.
But even the tears don’t believe it
Listen to the sound of the sea crying
This sea is too sentimental and weep until dawn
Write me a letter as your final promise
Tell me how you felt when you left me
Listen to the sound of the sea crying
This sea is too sentimental and weep until dawn
Write me a letter as your final promise
Tell me how you felt when you left me
Wan Yanjing slowly opened her eyes, walked to the center of the stage surrounded by butterflies, and bowed slightly.
‘Wanyanjing, Wanyanjing, Wanyanjing’ The students in the audience chanted Wanyanjing’s name, and the atmosphere infected the principal and all the judges present.
The principal put aside his usual seriousness and said: "You are a teachable boy. I haven't heard of such students participating in the School Angel Competition with their hearts in many years."
One of the judges said: "That's right! The School Angel Competition is a combination of beauty, intelligence, and the starting point of the soul."
The cheers from the audience got louder and louder. After discussion, the principal and the judges handed over the list of winners to the host.
The female host had an excited voice: "Students, tonight is an unforgettable night. The contestants gave us many wonderful performances. Here I would like to thank all the contestants who participated in the School Angel Competition. It was their participation that made it possible for us to do so." Make the School Angel Competition more exciting."
The male host responded: "Yes! Everyone knows that the winner of the School Angel Competition can serve as the school's angel spokesperson for one year. You can also make a request, and the school will try its best to meet it. Now I announce that the winner of the School Angel Competition The one who is——"
‘Wan Yanjing, Wan Yanjing, Wan Yanjing’, before the host could say it, the students had already called out the winner of the School Angel Competition.
The male host cleared his throat again and said "Wan-Yan-Jing".