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"Wait a minute." At this moment, a boy spoke, interrupting Jiang Feiyu's words.

Ye Linglan raised her eyes and saw that it was a boy named Lu Zhiheng, who was Wen Xingying's back desk in the class.

"Does Student Lu have anything to say?" Jiang Feiyu asked.

"Can you let me sing a song with classmate Song?" the boy said clearly.

"What do you think Xiaoguang?"

"No problem." Wen Xingying said.

"Okay then, let's invite Lu and Xiaoguang to sing for everyone. What song do you want to sing?"

Lu Zhiheng clicked "Dream Back to the Millennium", and Wen Xingying had no objection, and then the beautiful prelude rang in everyone's ears.

They were all still sitting in their original positions, they didn't go to the front to do any interaction, and they didn't seem to have much eye contact, but you sang one by one, and sang in chorus from time to time, Ye Linglan was sitting there but really couldn't tell who she was feeling.

It's like, he doesn't have the right to be around boys, but other people do, and there are quite a few of them. Among those people, there are excellent, handsome, and talented people, and each of them is outstanding.

And for a person like myself who has been quite transparent until now, is it enough to be forgotten if he leaves for a while?

This time he paid more attention to the boy's singing, and felt that he really had a very good voice, and he usually spoke very pleasantly, but this time with the beautiful melody, it made people feel an unspeakable enjoyment.

After the song ended, the applause was much warmer. Along with the cheers from the girls, Jiang Feiyu said again: "Thank you very much, Xiaoguang and Xiaoheng for their wonderful singing! Who else is there next?" Do you want to sign up to sing with Xiaoguang? If not, I might have to call the roll."
As he spoke, he gestured to his mobile phone, and it was obvious that he had received a lot of applications during the time of the previous song.

No one answered immediately. Ye Linglan, who was sitting next to the boy, suddenly had a strong urge to sign up. Even if he really didn't sing well and would cause ridicule from his classmates, he still hoped that he could sing in just a few minutes. Let that boy belong only to him.

His hands were trembling faintly, he was about to lift them up, and his vocal cords would vibrate in the next second——

"Then let me do it," the voice of the boy named Pei Xuan sounded, "but I still want to give the girls a chance. If no girls volunteer to sign up, I'll sing as a chorus."
Ye Linglan: "..."

At that moment, he really hated his cowardice and his ignorance. If his singing skills were high, he would be absolutely confident. I'm afraid he would have opened up his heart and sang a song with boys, instead of singing like he is now. Cowardly, I didn't even have the courage to say a word.

Looking up at Pei Xuan who was eager to sing with him, and then at Lu Zhiheng who had already sung with him and was drinking water, I felt an urge to punch each of them in the face.

After waiting for a few seconds like this, still no girl signed up, so Pei Xuan and the boy sang the next song together.

This kind of chorus singing has really continued. Of course, Wen Xingying will not continue singing endlessly. He will always sing two songs and take a break. Jiang Feiyu is also choosing one by one among the girls who want to sign up. Come to sing with him, the boys are not to be outdone, and in the end it seems that most of the people present have sung with him.

Among them, Ye Linglan was not included.

He didn't want to sing, and he didn't want to sing in front of so many people. He felt that sitting here and listening to them singing was also a very good way of entertainment.

After more than two hours like this, Jiang Feiyu picked up the microphone again, "I noticed that almost all of us present have sung with Xiaoguang. Does anyone else want to sing?"

"Me." As soon as he finished his sentence, he got an immediate response.

Even Wen Xingying beside him couldn't help looking over in surprise, but Ye Linglan felt very calm, because the person who spoke just now was himself.

He couldn't tell why he suddenly "raised up" after being afraid for so long. Maybe it took him two hours to finally let himself understand a truth. Important, no one will laugh at him, if you want to sing with him, just say it.

Jiang Feiyu brought him a microphone, "What song does Xiaozheng want to sing?"

Ye Linglan is really not very good at this matter, no matter how many songs she has heard or can sing, she just ordered the famous song "Thousand Miles of Smoke".

When the front played in his ear and his microphone was raised, it seemed that everyone else present had disappeared without a trace, and the only thing he cared about was the person beside him who would sing with him.

After he sang the first line of lyrics, he also sang the second line. The familiar melody should not be sung out of tune, and the emotional aspect is not so particular. He just needs to sing this line, this line Just finish singing the song.

The two sang one line after another, and the climax part began to sing together. Gao Hang's tune seemed to be unconsciously blended into emotion. He sang very devotedly, and he clearly knew that the boy was by his side.

He stopped for a short break in the next interlude, and when he noticed that the boy turned to look at him, he also looked at him, and saw that extremely handsome boy was smiling at him, and the dim light in the room reflected on him. On the face, his eyes were still extremely bright.

The next round of singing starts again, that is, repeating the previous tune, but changing the lyrics.

Then the climax part is repeated twice, and the whole song is basically coming to an end.

Ye Linglan slowly put down the microphone in her hand and let out a sigh of relief.

He didn't know how he sang, whether it was harsh or barely acceptable to others, he only knew that he had finally fulfilled his wish to sing with him, as if the two had finally had some unusual communication .

Suddenly there was very warm applause beside his ears. Ye Linglan came back to her senses and noticed that the students were all applauding, cheering and whistling. Of course, this was not the first time this had happened. Ganmo thinks that it is because he sings well that everyone praises him.

At this time Wen Xingying leaned close to his ear and whispered: "You sing very well, it's a bit beyond my imagination."
A certain boy couldn't help but blush, "Stop praising me, I know I can't sing well."

In his opinion, as long as he completes the "task" of singing with him, it is considered a good achievement. It doesn't matter whether he sings well or his ears are sharp.

Wen Xingying didn't speak again, but just patted him on the shoulder.

In the following time, Ye Linglan still felt much happier. It seemed that a big rock that had been pressing on his heart for a long time had disappeared without a trace, and he felt relaxed. He did not propose a solo or chorus again, but enjoyed other people's performances with peace of mind. This still includes the boys around me.

His popularity in the class is really good, and "men and women take it all", which is not in the same order of magnitude as the others. Ye Linglan really doubts that she is the last one among all the people who proposed to sing with him.

So in the following time, those who had already sung once or even twice continued to sing together. Wen Xingying never refused, and always paid attention to drinking water to protect his voice.

One hour before dinner, Zhao Yuanhang told them that the evening entertainment he had prepared was dancing. Besides the hall on the first floor, there was also a dance hall, and they could choose the location at will.

"I need to explain here, the ballroom dancing on the first floor is all ballroom dancing, and there are no restrictions on the ballroom on the third floor, you can dance whatever you want."

An Qixing said with a smile: "But we shouldn't go to the ballroom at our age?"

"Of course not," Zhao Yuanhang nodded, "Therefore, a dance hall is specially designed for children below the age group. Participants can only be people of this age group, so you don't have to worry about being spoiled."
"The other thing is dinner, because we have already had lunch together, dinner is free for everyone, you can eat wherever you want, with whoever you want, of course, anyone who wants to eat with me is welcome Feel free to contact me. I will also give you a number, you can call him for anything you want to eat, and you can talk to both of us if you are not satisfied with the food."

After Zhao Yuanhang finished speaking, Ye Linglan noticed that he had indeed received a number in the WeChat group, and now it is indeed time to start planning dinner.
Jiang Feiyu started to invite people to sing again, while Wen Xingying said to Ye Linglan, "Let's go out to get some air." Then he stood up and walked out.

Ye Linglan followed behind, and the boy breathed a sigh of relief when he left the door.

"Aren't you very tired?" Ye Linglan couldn't bear it, after all, she had done something that aggravated his fatigue.

Wen Xingying smiled, "It's actually okay, but I really want to come out and take a rest."

I don't know if it's because I stayed in it for too long, the corridor really makes people feel a lot cooler, and Ye Linglan also feels very comfortable. At this time, the boy asked him again: "Who do you want to eat with at night?"

"Anyone is fine," he said, "I'm fine. What about you? You still want to be with Brother Jiang?"

The boy didn't immediately agree, "We can also eat in the room without being with others."

"..." Ye Linglan didn't realize it for a while, "You mean, it's just the two of us, eating together?"

"Yeah, it's not good to bother others all the time, is it?"

"..." Ye Linglan really can't believe that Brother Jiang is also in the range of "others" now?And myself... Could it be that he has become his own in his eyes?

He tried his best not to fall into this thought, and quickly searched for an excuse, yes, yes, because they are indeed roommates living in the same room now, this kind of statement is only for the past few days in the club, That's all.

Thinking of it like this made me feel a lot more relaxed, he said, "That's fine, we two will eat together, what would you like to eat?"

"Hot pot." The boy said.

"...Uh," Ye Linglan suspected that she didn't hear clearly, "Is it the hot pot that I understand?"

"Are there many kinds of hot pot?" The boy also blinked, looking quite innocent.

Ye Linglan had nothing to say, "Okay, then the hot pot, the dishes in it are just the ones you don't eat, right?"

Wen Xingying nodded, "Almost."

"Then I have to study it."
Although Ye Linglan didn't quite understand why he was responsible for this matter, but it was better to continue after it had already started. He called the number, and when he heard that what he wanted was hot pot, the call was blocked. Moved to another person in charge.

The man told him that the hot pot provided here is similar to that of a formal store, and customers can choose what they want. Ye Linglan chose seafood and spicy pot bottom, and ordered them to bring two bowls of seasoning without mushroom sauce and coriander , as for the dishes...

Ye Linglan still couldn't help asking the boy: "You said you don't eat seafood with the skin and shell, do you mean that you can eat it as long as you remove the skin and shell?"