Pretend to like for 30 days!

The school is closed all day today, and the school gate has been kept open to welcome famous alumni who came from all over the world.The students finally caught an opportunity to not wear school uniforms, changed into the clothes they had prepared, and slipped out of school in groups of twos to play outside.

Jiang Zhao slept until noon the next day. When he woke up, Ji Chen was no longer in the dormitory, and probably went to the art building for rehearsal.

After sneaking back to sleep on the bed for a while, he took out his tenacious phone with a broken screen to check the time, then squinted and clicked on the message.

what happened?Why are there no anonymous missions today?

Phone is broken?

Jiang Zhao sat up from the bed, shut down and debugged repeatedly, but today's task was not displayed.

Click on the calendar, and the column of remarks is clearly marked, today is No. 20 nine days.

How could it be possible that it was gone after only 28 missions.

He has tried everything from paying phone bills, buying traffic, charging and restarting, but no task has been posted to the phone.

Strange, is it possible that there is no mission today?

After thinking for a long time, he didn't come up with anything, so Jiang Zhao simply gave up thinking.He casually put on his school uniform and groped out of bed, then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth in a daze.

Tomorrow is the No. 30th day. After the 30th day mission, I guess there will be no intersection with Ji Chen.

Looking back on the month I have experienced, it feels like a dream, short and wonderful.I hope that at the end of the mission, he can still carry the memory of this month with him, and walk out his own path in this world.

Jiang Zhao may not be the hero in Ji Chen's story, but he cannot be the hero in his own story.

A few minutes later, he washed his face with clean water, regained his energy and walked out of the dormitory slowly.

Sitting down at the roadside stall in front of the school, he casually ordered a bowl of beef noodles. Jiang Zhao rested his chin and looked at the laughing students coming and going on the road.Some of them were wearing bright dresses, and they seemed to be students participating in the Centennial Gala. They sneaked out to play with their friends while the rehearsal was not tense, and they were particularly eye-catching in the crowd from a distance.

Served with noodles, a few shallots, sprinkled with cilantro, it looks very appetizing.Jiang Zhao took out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube, and slowly finished eating.

Today's noodles seem to have no taste.

Eat, sleep, sit in a daze.Suddenly there is no task to do, he no longer circles around Ji Chen, and the time is back in his hands, but Jiang Zhao really can't think of how to control it.

Simply sleep until evening.

The school celebration performance will officially start at [-]:[-] pm.

The first floor of the art building is decorated with balloons and flowers inside and out, and boys and girls from the school etiquette team are dressed in uniform dresses and stand at the door to welcome teachers and classmates.Jiang Zhao lined up into the auditorium, and several hosts were standing on the stage to audition.

Ji Chen sent him a text message in the afternoon, to the effect that he had reserved a seat for him.He followed the guidance in Ji Chen's text message and went straight to the first row, and took off the handle of tonight's show from his seat.

His eyes circled around the handheld card, and finally saw Ji Chen's program in the lower right corner, his name was next to Du Feixue's.

It's Liszt's "Dream of Love", a very nice song, suitable for a young and beautiful girl dancing in front of the piano, dreamy and romantic.

This time the school probably won't let him change the repertoire temporarily.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhao smiled softly, gently put his arms back in place, turned around and walked out of the auditorium.He walked along the promenade, stopping from time to time to observe the portraits of music composers in the Baroque period hanging on the wall, and felt an unprecedented peace in his heart.

This is how it feels to end a wonderful relationship.

The evening was getting late, and the windows reflected the orange light from the ceiling of the corridor, reflecting Jiang Zhao's face.

Jiang Zhao in the window glass has gentle eyebrows and light lips, quietly staring at him in reality, as if two strange souls are talking to each other.

"..."

It was silent and silent.

"Knock knock", someone walked up to him and knocked on the wall.

"What a coincidence, are you interested in chatting with me?"

Du Feixue was leaning against the snow-white wall in a rose-red dance dress, her eyes rolled, and she looked confident, as if she was sure that Jiang Zhao would agree to her.

Jiang Zhao took a few steps back, frowned and replied in a low voice, "No need."

He turned to leave, but suddenly heard Du Feixue's long and helpless sigh behind him.

"Jiang Zhao... Doesn't it feel good to be punished by the mission mechanism? He looks so bad up to now, maybe there is something wrong with him."

Jiang Zhao's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Du Feixue in disbelief: "Are you a time traveler?"

"Yes, I am. I came here in a drama." Du Feixue nodded indifferently, with a contemptuous smile on her beautiful face, "I have made my identity so clear, I still don't want to chat with me Is it?"

Jiang Zhao was still in a state of shock, and it took a long while before he whispered, "What do you want to say."

"Don't worry, come with me first." Du Feixue smiled, and casually brushed her shawl-length hair.

"We'd better go to a place where Ji Chen can't find me, otherwise he will come out to arrest people."

These words pierced Jiang Zhao's heart like a sharp thorn. He closed his eyes and suddenly felt bitterness in his mouth.

Bitter, so painful.

Du Feixue led him into a remote prop room, there were no windows, the air was frozen, and the smell of dust filled his nostrils.

She walked to a disposal shelf, leaned back gently, folded her arms and said, "I guess you have a question, why don't you say it first?"

"You also have a mission, right?" Jiang Zhao frowned.

"Yes, but my mission can be changed at any time according to the needs of the plot, and I don't need to be punished if I fail to complete it like you."

"Why do you know my mission mechanism?"

"Because..." Du Feixue smiled, "I have a system with higher authority than your task mechanism, and I can check it at any time."

"In other words, the reason for you to complete the mission is to pave the way for me so that I can successfully attack Jichen."

"But why?" Her expression suddenly became a little ferocious, and a sinister smile was drawn on her red lips, "Why do you want to play tricks on your mission, why don't you want to be a male supporting role?!"

"Why should I be a tool man in peace?"

Jiang Zhao spoke softly, looking straight at her with his beautiful eyes without fear: "Du Feixue is human, but Jiang Zhao is not? I tried my best to do all the tasks as instructed, but Yuan and I The body handles the problem differently, so the result is different, you ask me to do it over [-] times, and I will do it again."

"What are you, dare to refute me and rob Ji Chen from me." Du Feixue raised her chin proudly, gritted her teeth and said, "Please understand, I am the heroine of this world. Do you think a romantic world Let you, a homosexual who likes to be a junior, change the plot line?!"

"Then you seem to be right." Jiang Zhao was not angry, but nodded along with her words, "So I was punished and the plot line was corrected by you. Are you satisfied with the result now?"

What are you satisfied with?How can she be satisfied? !She spent most of the points she worked so hard to save Ji Chen, but the first person Ji Chen thought of when he left the detention room was Jiang Zhao.

Everyone is walking steadily on the plot line, but everyone's true inner thoughts are completely deviated from this established line.

Du Feixue's hatred surged, her beautiful eyes wished to drag Jiang Zhao, who was calm and calm in front of her.

"Ji Chen is naturally excellent, with a cold and arrogant personality. He is the proud son of heaven! Only me and him are the best match. You'd better realize this. After your plot line is over, the transfer school will disappear in front of us."

The warning meaning of these words was obvious. After Jiang Zhao heard it, he felt amused for no reason, so he raised the corners of his lips and laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Du Feixue narrowed her eyes.

"I'm laughing, just like you, why pretend to be an affectionate hostess."

"What do you mean, how dare you say that my liking for Ji Chen is just a faux pas?!" Du Feixue clenched her fists tightly, her rationality was completely consumed by anger.

"Look at what you said, which line fits Ji Chen?" Jiang Zhao looked at her coldly.

"You must have met his elder brother Ji Chuan. This person has been a good boy in the eyes of others since he was a child. As a younger brother, of course Ji Chen can't do too badly. If there is any school activity to find Ji Chen, he obviously doesn't like it. He never refuses anyone, just to prove himself. You have liked him for so long, and you can't even discover this, how dare you talk about liking him?"

Before Du Feixue could refute, he let out a long "oh".

"I remembered. At that time, you wanted to take advantage of a public opportunity to perform on the same stage with Ji Chen to win attention every day. How could you care about Ji Chen's real thoughts?"

"You say he has a cold and arrogant personality, that's even more wrong. Ji Chen is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, he is very kind to the people around him, and never puts on airs when getting along." Jiang Zhao gave Du Feixue a sympathetic look.

"Whether you like the cold male god in your heart or Ji Chen, don't you know in your heart?"

"You can't beat the male supporting role with the golden finger of the system, it can only be said that you spend so little thought on Ji Chen."

These words gently reached Du Feixue's ears, making her furious.

How could Jiang Zhao, a low-level male supporting role, have so many chances to get to know Ji Chen even if he completed the task with some dirty tricks? !

She raised her chin, her voice was trembling with anger, and said with a sneer, "How about it, I haven't finished the task today, so I don't feel quite used to it?"

"Want to know what your mission is?"

Du Feixue looked behind Jiang Zhao, parted her red lips slightly, and uttered a word.

"Go to hell."

Jiang Zhao suddenly felt a sharp dull pain in the back of his head, and his eyes darkened and passed out.

Accompanied by a national dance by the school dance team, the school celebration party officially started.

Standing behind the scenes, Ji Chen gently tugged on the tight tie, his eyes fell to the first row of the auditorium.

He arranged for Jiang Zhao to be the closest to the piano, so that he could be seen when he was on stage.

But the seats in the first row were crowded, and only the seat closest to him was vacant.

Jiang Zhao didn't come.No backstage, no dressing room, no dressing room.

Little liar, he personally promised to come and see his performance last night.

Ji Chen was sulking alone, his face was gloomy, his eyes dimmed.

Could it be that the little idiot didn't see the text message and has been sleeping in the dormitory?Did he see that the medicine that was warmed up for him this morning was put on the bedside?Did he find that brand new phone?Did you eat lunch and dinner on time?

Why not text him back.

Facing the phone screen, Ji Chen turned on and off several times, his fingertips pointing at Jiang Zhao's number, unable to press it.

The program of the school celebration party was performed one after another. In an instant, the two-and-a-half-hour performance came to an end. The host, Shi Shiran, walked onto the stage with her skirt in hand, broadcasting the last program tonight with great emotion.

Ji Chen and Du Feixue came to the stage side by side and bowed deeply to the audience.

He walked to the piano and sat down slowly. Two follow-spot lights hit him and Du Feixue respectively, but from his angle, he couldn't see Du Feixue.

This is an arrangement specially requested by Ji Chen. Du Feixue can dance in the center of the stage, but Ji Chen will only play the piano in a third of the stage with his back to her.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed down.Fingers landed on the keys, a few syllables slid out smoothly, but then stopped suddenly.

Du Feixue kept a perfect smile on her face, and when she heard Ji Chen's obvious mistake, a crack appeared in her expression.

Jichen played it wrong, he played a modern piano piece "radioactive".

The audience quietly watched Ji Chen and Du Feixue, and after a while the audience started whispering, as if they were discussing Ji Chen's mistakes.

Ji Chen no longer hesitated, and after readjusting his mood, the beautiful music sounded again.

Liszt's "Dream of Love" is affectionate and tactful. A poet once wrote a poem for this piece, which is called: Love.

Such secret and romantic words can only be deciphered by those who can understand music.However, Du Feixue couldn't understand, the host couldn't understand, and the audience couldn't understand.

The man who could understand was not there, he did not come tonight.

Ji Chen's peripheral vision fell on the empty auditorium not far away from him, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, stagnant.

The show was pointless tonight and was even starting to get tiresome.

Ji Chen's hands mechanically played a beautiful melody according to his memory, and his thoughts had already flown beyond the sky.After the song was over, he walked off the stage in annoyance and went straight to the dressing room.

"Ji Chen—" Du Feixue held him back, "Don't go, the director is calling you."

Ji Chen paused, turned around and frowned, looking at the entertainment director who walked towards him with a satisfied face.

"Although Ji Chen's performance tonight has some mistakes, it's also very good. There will be an alumni gathering after the party, and you and Fei Xue will follow me to the dinner party, and I will take you to have a supper, and help you by the way." Introduce the admission qualifications of a music school..."

Du Feixue said in surprise: "Thank you teacher!"

"You're welcome, the two of you have always been the face of the school, and you've taken an active part in any major event, so I should recommend you. This year there will be a concert by the Municipal Music Association. If both of you can join, it will be very helpful for further studies. It helps a lot."

The director of culture and entertainment's words were like a curse, and Ji Chen felt like he had fallen into a bottomless pit when he heard it.There will never be an end, there will never be an end, this school celebration is over, there will be a next time, there will be a next time, even countless times.

Du Feixue didn't think there was anything wrong with this, so she responded enthusiastically to the teacher, the teacher showed a complacent look, and said to himself, Ji Chen's eyes became colder and colder, and he interrupted: "No need. "

"Huh?" The cultural and entertainment director didn't know why.

"I said, no need." Ji Chen tore off his tie and threw it on the ground, saying word by word.

"Please don't call me for any activities that have nothing to do with study in the future. I am in my third year of high school and need time to study."

He doesn't want any shit talent or shit performance.He is tired of playing the role of a top student who is both good at character and learning and all-round development.

After all, he ignored the livid face of the cultural and entertainment director and Du Feixue at the side, and hurried back to the dressing room, put on his backpack and rushed back to the dormitory.

In the future, he will have to live the life of ordinary students in the third year of high school seriously.

Along the way, the word Jiang Zhao repeatedly appeared in his mind, and all he thought about was how to punish Jiang Zhao later.

Little liar, just wait.

Unexpectedly, when he rushed to the door of the dormitory, the door was closed and locked, and Jiang Zhao was not in the dormitory.

Ji Chen took out the key to open the door, and pressed the light switch at the door, only to see that Jiang Zhao's bed was neatly made, and the torn pink medicine box and mobile phone he had placed beside the bed in the early morning were still in their original positions. No one has touched it.

Where did Jiang Zhao go?

Ji Chen took out his mobile phone and was about to call Jiang Zhao when Ji Chuan's caller ID appeared on the screen.

"Hello? Ji Chen, why did your cell phone keep turning off? Hurry up, brother Xiao Jiang is hospitalized!"