"Me... me?" Zhao Qingqing pointed at herself and asked uncertainly.
Damn it, why does she happen to be number 13? Such a stupid number.
Chen Shuai nodded to her and winked.
The cute expression is simply adorable.
"Well, I'm not very good at singing."
Qingqing almost told the truth, saying that I can't sing your songs.
If she said that, she would definitely be stared at by countless eyes.
Chen Shuai smiled and said, "I'll take you."
"Uh" Zhao Qingqing was embarrassed.
There were tens of thousands of people, and she was afraid that her legs would tremble when she went up there.
Chen Shuai seemed to see that she was afraid, "Don't be afraid."
"Go, what are you still dawdling about? It's so cold. Let Shuai Shuai finish singing and go change clothes."
The two girls around her saw her ink marks and pushed her impatiently.
Zhao Qingqing had no choice but to stand up and walk to the stage step by step.
With every step she took, her heart made a thud, which she could hear clearly.
As soon as she came on stage, Chen Shuai took her hand.
What surprised her was that this boy's hands were actually warm. He was wearing so little, and his hands were still warm in a temperature of more than ten degrees below zero.
Amazing.
She quickly scanned Chen Shuai up and down with her eyes.
Gee, he does have some capital. With his looks and figure, no wonder everyone wants to sleep with him.
Standing in the center of the stage, Chen Shuai took the microphone and said to Qingqing: "Pick a song that you can sing. Can we sing together?"
People in the audience praised Chen Shuai for being so gentle and considerate.
The corners of Qingqing's mouth twitched faintly twice, and she coughed twice, "Ahem".
Then he said: "You choose, I will sing along with you."
Her face was flushed, and the brilliant light swept over her face, which was colorful, leaving people with a thrilling moment and a startling glimpse.
Just standing with Chen Shuai like this made the word "match" flash across countless people's minds.
Chen Shuai looked down at her and asked, "Can I ask your name?"
He didn't use a microphone, so only Qingqing could hear it, and no one in the audience could hear it.
Zhao Qingqing replied: "Qingqing."
"Qingqing, let's sing 'Watch the Fireworks with You' together, okay?" Chen Shuai's bright smile bloomed like fireworks.
He took Qingqing and walked on the stage.
Zhao Qingqing nodded.
Watching fireworks with you? It seems like she has never heard of it.
The melody of music sounded, and she tried hard to remember if she had heard it before.
I seem to have heard of it, but I seem not to have.
Chen Shuai started singing, and she was embarrassed holding the microphone.
As the song reached its climax, Chen Shuai raised his hand and pointed around the audience.
"Look, my dear, the beautiful fireworks are blooming, the smoke is filling the air, you and I are acting out the love of a city..."
'boom'
'boom'
'boom'
The deafening sound came from right to left. Zhao Qingqing had no time to respond to what was going on, and heard the tragic screams and screams of pain.
She felt the ground shaking, making her unsteady.
His hand was still held tightly by Chen Shuai.
But Chen Shuai is still very immersed in singing, repeating the sentence over and over again, 'Look, my dear, the beautiful fireworks are blooming, the smoke is filling the air, you and I are performing the love of a city...'
The entire stadium was really filled with smoke, like a battlefield where an anti-war movie was filmed.
Tens of thousands of people rioted.
Zhao Qingqing saw the blood and flesh in the audience.
She shook her head in fear and stepped back.
No, this is not real, this is a dream, this is not real.
Chen Shuai held her hand and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.
He lowered his head and looked at her affectionately, "My dear, die with me, okay?"
Qingqing raised her head and fell into Chen Shuai's deep eyes. She was stunned.
