He used the most innocent expression and said the most hurtful words.
Since then, Shen Qinghe has never sung again.
She was so absorbed in thinking that she unknowingly slowed down her pace and broke away from the group.
Jiang Yao put one hand in his pocket, walked backwards to her, leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice was low and hoarse, with a smile at the end: "Let's go, little Bailing."
"I got it, Xiaolu Chi." Not to be outdone, Shen Qinghe stood on tiptoe and spoke in his ear, imitating his tone.
After saying that, for fear of being beaten, he quickly walked a few steps to keep up with the team.
Dim lights fell on her body, her hair swayed gently with her steps, and her skirt floated left and right with the gentle evening breeze.
She turned around and waved her hand to him, her whole body charming and smart.
Against the light, she looks like a divine girl.
At that moment, he clearly felt the vibration in his chest, warm and strong.
Lift your legs and follow slowly.
The lights became brighter little by little as the location changed, and a large number of freshmen gathered around Zhili Square.
A circular open space is left in the middle for freshmen to perform performances.
"Sit." The instructor led them to the appropriate position.
Jiang Yao untied his special belt, took off his jacket, frowned, and said coldly: "Come here."
Shen Qinghe took a few steps forward without knowing why, and did not forget to continue chatting with the new students in the class.
He arched his back and put the clothes on her slim waist. He estimated that she would not be exposed even if she sat down: "Raise your arms."
Some were not used to his low-brow look, so he followed the instructions blankly.
His arms were wrapped around his back, and his short-sleeved sleeves moved up slightly with his movements, revealing his well-proportioned muscles.
He tied a knot around her waist with his sleeves.
Shen Qinghe suddenly felt that there were too many people in the square and the air was not circulated well. Otherwise, why would her heartbeat and breathing speed up?
Instructors from each company rushed to the front to teach chanting slogans, and for a while the slogans kept coming and going.
"Only when you are loud can you designate the person from the opposite company to perform. If you want to see that beautiful and handsome guy perform, you have to shout loudly." The instructor stood in front and joked, "If you don't perform, you will be punished."
"The Third Company is really unhappy. I can't sing well. If I don't sing, I won't force myself. Why don't I stand guard." The instructor of the Fifth Company led the students to initiate the provocation.
Most of the girls in the third company were too embarrassed to perform, so they responded in unison: "If you ask me to sing, I will sing. Where can I put my face? If I am asked to sing, but I don't sing, what can you do to me?"
The other companies didn't mind the excitement and joined in one after another: "One, two, three, four, five, we have been waiting so hard. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, we have been waiting so anxiously. 1
, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, do you have any?"
In every slogan, the freshmen released the tension and repression of their previous senior year, like a runaway horse, galloping wantonly and swaying their youth.
In the end, the voice of the third company could not be overshadowed by the other companies, so they had no choice but to admit defeat and let the fifth company choose the girls to show off their talents.
When the girl came out, there were cheers and whistles all around.
Jiang Yao had no intention of watching the performance in front of him. He was only interested in Shen Qinghe, who was curled up like a quail behind him: "Why don't you go sit in front and chat with them?"
The noisy environment made his voice sound ethereal.
Shen Qinghe couldn't hear clearly, so he leaned forward and pressed his head against his back: "What did you say?"
"Why don't you go to the front?" He repeated patiently, turning a corner when he spoke, "Can you see?"
"I'm not wearing camouflage, it's too obvious."
"Um?"
"I'm afraid they'll ask me to sing!"
"Aren't you a little lark?"
"I'm just bragging! When you were a kid, you said my singing was scary, so you never sang again!" She seemed to be angry and punched him twice.
Jiang Yao was a little hurt, but he didn't move away and let her hammer him, with a slight smile hanging from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t sing, he is the only one who has heard it.
He said seriously: "I forgot about it. I was not sensible at that time."
"You forgot, you were laughing at me just now."
"You're beaming with laughter." That's a bit cute.
Lu Jinbai, who was joining in the fun at the front, saw them talking and laughing, so he squeezed into the middle without any discernment, and asked with curiosity on his face: "What are we talking about?"
Jiang Yao smiled softly, took a deep breath, squeezed his hands and resisted the urge to teach him "love".
I don't know how many rounds went on, but it was their turn.
The girls in the company opposite were very beautiful. In order to prevent them from performing, the boys yelled slogans with all their strength, which actually drowned out the voices from their side.
A young girl stood up opposite, petite and pretty.
Lu Jinbai had sharp eyes and patted Jiang Yao who was playing with his mobile phone: "Isn't that the girl who brought you water this afternoon?"
Jiang Yao didn't react at all and just played with his phone calmly.
Shen Qinghe, on the other hand, craned his neck excitedly and tried his best to look across the way: "Let me see, let me see."
The girl seemed to be uncomfortable with being watched by too many people, her face turned red as if she was cooked, and her voice was soft: "Let the sister who is not wearing camouflage uniform come."
She was gambling, her hands tightly holding the corners of her clothes and sweating a little.
I bet the person I overheard on the phone that day, saying that he was tone deaf and had stiff limbs, was Shen Qinghe.
I bet Shen Qing and she didn't dare to come up and perform, so that she could be punished.
After being called, Shen Qinghe slowly stood up, untied her clothes and threw them to Jiang Yao. She didn't want to perform at first, but she was really curious about what the girl looked like, so she accepted the challenge.
The whistling around me was much louder than the previous times.
She walked to the center with a smile, and felt a little regretful when she saw the girl's appearance.
Isn't this the peach Nancy?
loss.
I thought she was a pretty sister.
Turning her head, she subconsciously looked for Jiang Yao. Even though she was slightly short-sighted, she still caught a glimpse of him behind the crowd, and her uneasy mood was relieved.
The white light of the street lamp did not completely fall on him. He was half in the light and half hidden in the darkness, making him look cold and lonely.
My heart moved, and there was a song that suited his current state very well.
She cleared her throat, stared into his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Then let me sing "The Lonely Warrior"!"
"Okay." The new student was very considerate, and there was a round of applause.
Jiang Yao stared at the girl in the middle in astonishment, wondering why she would abandon her good dance performance and choose to sing.
"I love you walking alone in a dark alley, I love the way you don't kneel..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, Zhili Square fell silent for a moment.
Her singing voice can no longer be defined simply by whether it sounds good or not. Even a music major doesn't know how to evaluate her.
Let’s say she’s not out of tune, she sang to the tune of Pleasant Goat’s theme song; let’s say she’s out of tune, she’s in every key of the theme song.
After singing the song, the square fell silent.
Jiang Yao leaned against Lu Jinbai carelessly, extremely lazy, but clapped his hands unhurriedly.
Suddenly there was applause.
Shen Qinghe trotted back to them and sat in front of them, looking forward to it: "How is it?"
"You sang very well, don't sing again next time." Lu Jinbai commented truthfully.
Shen Qinghe's expression suddenly fell.
Wouldn't that be embarrassing?
Jiang Yao left his shoulder and glanced at him coldly.
Are you the only one who has a long mouth? If you don’t speak, no one will treat you as a mute.
Lu Jinbai understood this and made a smooth motion of wiping his neck, then put an air tape on his mouth out of thin air.
"Sounds good." Jiang Yao raised his index finger and scratched the bridge of her nose.
Lu Jinbai admired his ability to tell lies with open eyes. To be honest, this was also a skill because he couldn't do it himself.