But as often happens in stories, the prince always appears in time when the princess is in danger and knocks the vicious female supporting character to the ground.
Before Meng Wanting could meet Lu Yanxi, she was grabbed by Ye Weiran.
He controlled some of his strength, but Meng Wanting's focus was on rushing toward Lu Yanxi. She was suddenly pulled and fell backwards to the ground.
"It's endless, isn't it? Didn't I tell you to stay away from him?"
Ye Weiran was really angry this time. He had seen enough of this bloody drama.
The metal music stand on the side was also knocked down when she stepped back. If Liu Luo hadn't stepped up to hold it in time, it would have almost hit the piano.
A circle of people had gathered around the door, leaning in to watch the excitement.
"Since they started fighting, I knew that sooner or later they would have to fight."
"Although, how can Ye Weiran hit a girl? Favorability -1."
Meng Wanting was already confused, angry, sad, guilty, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined. Fortunately, the teacher from the Political and Education Department rushed in to ask when she was passing by, so she could stand up from the ground naturally.
"You guys, what's going on? Is there a place for you to fight in school?! Or in the piano room, who made the move first?!"
The pot-bellied Lao Zhang shouted angrily.
The atmosphere on the field was obvious. The few remaining people were fighting against the one on the ground just now.
"Did they attack you?" he asked Meng Wanting.
Meng Wanting sniffed and nodded with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful and helpless.
"You are not such a teacher," Liang Wanwan shook the phone in his hand, "I took pictures of the whole process. We were rehearsing here, but she rushed in, tore up our music scores and even beat us. Ye Weiran
I pulled her down accidentally."
She turned on her phone in front of everyone and played the scene from beginning to end.
After reading it, Lao Zhang frowned and said, "How dare you bring your mobile phone! Follow me to the office!"
Before a few people came out of the office, the incident had already spread in the school.
"I didn't expect that Meng Wanting would be such a person."
"That's right. It's obviously your own problem but you still bring trouble to others."
"Lu Yanxi is unlucky enough to get into trouble like her."
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Lao Zhangtou got angry in the office, but since there were no particularly serious consequences, he just asked Meng Wanting to go back and write a check before apologizing to Lu Yanxi.
After coming out of the office, Lu Yanxi took Liang Wanwan's hand and said, "I'm sorry, Wanwan, your phone was confiscated."
"It doesn't matter, just ask my dad to take it back later."
Several people left Meng Wanting behind like she was nothing.
In fact, she has been pretending to be pretty good. Except for some students in the class who know her as a person, people in other classes who don't know her think she is a gentle and noble goddess as she looks.
Meng Wanting felt the strange looks around her, and she couldn't pretend anymore, but it was okay, she didn't have to pretend anymore.
When school was over in the evening, she walked up to Lu Yanxi and said to her in a rare and calm tone:
"I hope you can always be worthy of his love for you, otherwise you will lose everything one day."
After saying that, she turned around proudly and walked out of the classroom without looking back.
Meng Wanting didn't come to school the next day, and she still didn't come to school the next day. It wasn't until someone came to school to help her pack her things on the third day that everyone knew she had transferred to another school.
I didn't have any thoughts about her transferring to Lu Yanxi. If I did, I was just thinking about the words she left for her.
Does he like me? Or is it just a habit he has had since childhood?
During the initial review of the program, the judges and seniors from the Arts Department all thought their program was good.
"It's just that the boys section is a bit monotonous, which makes the proportion seem a bit unbalanced. I suggest you either add another boy or change it to all girls' songs."
So Ye Weiran was successfully pulled onto the pirate ship.
During the rehearsal, he shocked everyone else when he opened his mouth. It turns out that there are things that even the top student is not good at. There always seems to be something wrong with the tune he sings, but before you can react, you pick his problem again.
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"How about I forget it and you find another boy."
Fu Linchuan quickly hugged him, "No, Lao Ye, you said I am so handsome, and other boys standing next to me will be immediately outshined. Who would want to do that?"
Haha, everyone else was speechless.
Lu Yanxi was unwilling to let him go, "It's okay, there are still a few days left. I will give you private tutoring later to make sure you are not out of tune by then."
Tutoring alone? That’s not impossible.
Ye Weiran didn't expect that the so-called private tutoring meant recording Fu Linchuan's voice, playing it over and over again in his ears, and singing along, which made him dream about Fu Linchuan in the past few days.
"There's nothing I can do about it. I'm a girl, and my tone is different from yours."
"No, no, the phrase 'I'm so lucky to meet you' and the 'lucky' should be sung a little higher."
"It's high here again, let's get a little lower."
Seeing that he was about to become impatient, he quickly said, "Hey, this is a good song!"
Ye Weiran was coaxed by her to sing over and over again. Lu Yanxi was leaning on the table boredly beside him, and suddenly leaned towards him with her chin in her hands,
"I noticed that your voice has changed. It sounds better."
Her breath was so close that the hairs on his face were clearly visible, so close that the tip of his heart and the tip of his nose were itchy.
It took Ye Weiran a while to come back to his senses, "Did you just realize that my voice-changing period is almost over, okay?"
"Can I touch your Adam's apple?" Lu Yanxi said and already stretched out his little hand.
"Don't move!" Ye Weiran raised his hand to catch the restless little hand and stared at her.
Her eyes were always so clear that he was willing to do everything he could to protect her.
"Are you still singing?" he asked.
His breath was also so close, so close that she felt like she was about to be steamed.
Then he quickly sat up straight and said, "Sing, sing, sing quickly!"