Miss, you are my future wife

Chapter 383 Young Xiao Yao’s Troubles

When Shen Jie made that call to Xiao Yao, her voice was different from last time. It sounded a little weird, so Xiao Yao didn't think much about it. He just thought that she had a cold or the voice was distorted by the mobile phone signal.

After school started, Shen Jie became extremely busy, and the two of them chatted and contacted each other much less frequently than during the holidays. Xiao Yao's life seemed to be gradually getting back on track.

Both Little Bear and Hairtail thought this was because Shen Jie had lost her interest in him, but Xiao Yao laughed it off and didn't take it seriously.

On the appointed day of October 10th, after school, Xiao Yao sent Yu Luying to the orchestra's activity room and said goodbye to her.

"Drink less," Yu Luying reached out to straighten Xiao Yao's collar and warned, "Don't go home too late. Keep in touch if you have anything to do."

"Yeah." Xiao Yao nodded like he was pecking rice.

Yu Luying seemed to have something else to take care of. She stopped talking and said nothing. She just waved her hand, lowered her head, and carried her cello into the mobile classroom.

After counting 10 minutes.

Teacher Tony put some hair wax on Xiao Yao and pushed him in front of a mirror: "How is it? Are you satisfied?"

"Well..." Xiao Yao touched his middle-parted bangs and slightly curly head, squinted his eyes, and nodded coolly to himself in the mirror: "Okay."

I am already handsome, but if I take care of myself like this, I feel a little bit like Brother Ma.

God, why am I so handsome?

"How much?" Xiao Yao stood up, walked to the counter, and deliberately kicked his hands into his pockets.

……

When he walked to the door of the store, Xiao Yao waved to the clerk coolly, leaving only a solid figure behind.

I'm really not used to not wearing glasses, at least it's impossible to hit a telephone pole.Xiao Yao found the nearby "Xiao Nan Guo" restaurant based on the information sent on his mobile phone.

When I walked into the private room, a young man had already arrived.

Said to be a young man, Xiao Yao almost thought he was a cute girl at first glance.

Because this little boy looks so... beautiful.

Yes, this is a kind of appearance that cannot be described as "handsome", but can only be described as "beautiful" or "cute".

This child is not tall and looks like a junior high school student. He is wearing a pure white palace-style high-lapel shirt, and even wears a big red rose coquettishly on his chest.

The collar button is only tied to the chest, and the graceful curves of the collarbone and fair skin are clearly visible.The black trousers are straight and the leather shoes are shiny.

"Hello," the young man put down his cell phone when he saw Xiao Yao and greeted him enthusiastically: "Are you here to attend Zhou Xiaoying's birthday party?"

Zhou Xiaoying?Shen Jie seemed to have mentioned this name.

"Yes."

"Hello, my name is Zhang Zhengkai. It's our first time meeting you. Please take care of me." The beautiful young man stood up and only reached Xiao Yao's chest.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Yao." Xiao Yao took the hand he extended and responded with a bright smile.

"I know you are the president of Fang Zhong's literary club, right?" Zhang Zhengkai said.

"Poetry Club, Poetry Club." Xiao Yao corrected.

……

People arrived one after another and sat at two big tables.

Judging from their appearance, most of them should be high school students, a few junior high school students, and a few college students.

Regardless of whether they are men or women, everyone has an extraordinary "accent".

Among them was a fat man who stood out due to his size.

Finally, Shen Jie's belated arrival announced the official start of the birthday party.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late."

Shen Jie wore a light-colored long dress today, barefoot and low-heeled sandals, with a necklace hanging around her neck, carrying a small bag, and seemed to have put on light makeup.

"I've seen Chevalier Armand," Zhang Zhengkai said eloquently: "It's also a work by Alexandre Dumas, and I think it's better than The Three Musketeers."

"I prefer Sienkiewicz's "The Crusader Knights."

……

Why do you think this scene looks familiar?
This familiar feeling, the sense of déjà vu is simply overwhelming! ! !

The very conspicuous fat man stood up - it turned out that he was the current boyfriend of Zhou Xiaoying, the birthday party's birthday party, and announced the official start of the luncheon.

Cold cuts, hot dishes, soups and desserts, everything is done in an orderly manner.

During the banquet, Xiao Yao couldn't understand most of the topics while changing glasses. Fortunately, no one asked him for his opinion.He pretended to be listening with interest, laughed when others laughed, and felt that he had never made a fool of himself.

"Have you all finished your desserts?" The fat man who looked like a housekeeper stood up, hugged Zhou Xiaoying with one hand, and held a huge cake in the other hand, inviting everyone to go to the "money box" KTV to continue the second half.

Zhang Zhengkai stood up, walked towards Shen Jie, and stretched out his bent arm to her.

The smile on Xiao Yao's face froze.

"Let me introduce you," Shen Jie looked around at her friends generously: "This is Zhang Zhengkai, Mr. Zhang."

Friends exclaimed and talked in various directions. Some congratulated him, some complimented the district chief's son for his "good accent", and some gossiped.

"Young Master, the District Chief, I have long admired his famous name, and it is like thunder in my ears." Zhou Xiaoying's boyfriend gave a thumbs up: "When I saw him today, he is indeed a dragon among men!"

"I heard that Mr. Zhang is a contemporary poet." A thin boy with a somewhat feminine voice said, "He won the first prize in the district's composition competition."

"Where, where." Zhang Zhengkai said politely.

"They say Mr. Zhang has a good voice that can sing tenor. Does Qiangui have any classical opera?" Gu Zi, another tall girl, nudged Xiao Yao who was standing next to her with her elbow.

Xiao Yao hid, thinking how could I know.

He held his hands and walked to the edge of the crowd to stand.

Although in his heart, Shen Jie has always been a "good friend".

Although he didn't know that Shen Jie had a "fiancé" who was in junior high school.

but……

When I really saw him, it felt like there was a layer of glass covering my heart, which instantly shattered and crumbs fell all over the floor.

What happened to yourself?
Xiao Yao wanted to excuse himself because he was not feeling well, but Shen Jie was fine, but Zhang Zhengkai insisted on dragging him along.

Unable to resist the warm welcome, Xiao Yao followed him to the "Qiangui" KTV.

Xiao Yao had been to places like KTV when he was a child. At that time, it was called "Karaoke", but later it slowly became "KTV" at some point.

Xiao Yao never understood why he had to spend a lot of money to have a group of people sing around the TV when he couldn't sing anywhere.
After stepping into the door of the "money cabinet", it seems that you have stepped into another world.

The air here seems to be blue, and the whole world seems to have a dark blue filter added to it.

Although there were smooth and shiny mirrors all around, the visibility was still not high, which took Xiao Yao's eyes a while to adjust.

The polite waiter led a group of them through the maze-like corridors. Various heartbreaking, howling, and horrifying sounds came from each large or small compartment.

Xiao Yao stood on tiptoes and looked in through the glass area on the door, wanting to see what kind of people were so ignorant of themselves.

"We're here, watch out for the glass." The waiter reached out and pushed the door open.

More than a dozen boys and girls rushed in. Some sat down and started playing with their mobile phones, some rushed over to request songs, and some unscrewed the caps of soda bottles.

"This is the VIP party club package booked by Ms. Shen. It is a luxurious package of 12 hours of singing. Fruit plate, drinks and snacks will arrive later."

"Have you ordered the Blue Bird Junsheng? Give me a shot." A young man with a bit of a gangster-fei temperament called out. "Sorry, according to regulations we cannot provide alcoholic drinks to minors..." the waiter explained.

"Tch, Lao Shen, you are looking for a shabby place, you might as well go to my dad's place..." A Fei leaned back strategically and crossed his legs.

The prelude of "Jiangbei" sounded at this time.

"This is a regular KTV. Go to your dad's place and give everyone one... to sing along?" Shen Jie knocked on his head and made a "dong" sound.

"Okay," A Fei smiled and leaned on the back of the sofa: "I'll treat you all."

"Then do we girls have any boys to accompany us?" A tall girl with heavy make-up and the appearance of a big sister said with a smile.

Shen Jie frowned, and the disdain flashed across her face: "Shut up and sing your song. Come on, the first song is yours -"

As he spoke, he put the microphone into the girl's hand.

"When the wind comes here, it becomes sticky, clinging to the thoughts of passers-by; when the rain comes here, it becomes entangled into threads..."

Xiao Yao was sitting cautiously, with his hands on his thighs, while Zhang Zhengkai was sitting next to Shen Jie, playing with his handheld device.

"Relax!" Shen Jie shouted into Xiao Yao's ear: "Whatever you want to sing, I'll give it to you!"

"Thank you, I'll do it myself." Xiao Yao smiled shyly.

Soon, familiar songs sounded again one after another, first "Jiangbei", then "Our Love" and "Lydia", "Prague Square", "Later", "Courage"... all while walking in the streets and alleys. A popular song often heard in school.

Xiao Yao ordered a song for himself, "The Sorrows of Young Werther," by Shuimu Nianhua.

Shen Jie was busy greeting her friends, and he had to drink the expensive pulse alone, cup after cup.

"Are you home?" Yu Luying sent a text message: "I just got home."

"Why is it so late?" Xiao Yao replied, "I just sat down at the cashier. Are you coming?"

"I won't come. I'm very tired." Yu Luying said, "Today's rehearsal was not going well and it was delayed very late."

Before he could reply again, Zhang Zhengkai's voice sounded next to him: "Pour me a glass too."

"Oh," although he was reluctant, Xiao Yao's eyes swept across the row of disposable plastic cups: "Which one is yours?"

"She's mine." Zhang Zhengkai put a hand on Xiao Yao's waist, with a hint of showing off and a hint of arrogance in his voice.

"What?"

Zhang Zhengkai pointed to one of the cups: "It's mine."

While Xiao Yao poured Zhang Zhengkai a drink, he asked casually: "This...game console you are playing on? What is it?"

"GBA, don't you have one?" Zhang Zhengkai glanced at Xiao Yao.

"Yes, of course," Xiao Yao said, "What kind of game am I talking about?"

"'The Royal Knights'," Zhang Zhengkai introduced: "This is me, Lancelot." He pointed to a three-headed white-haired man with a middle parting on the screen and introduced.

"Lancelot is fine." Xiao Yao said casually.

At this time, the song "Mouse Loves Rice" had just finished singing.

"Tch!" Ah Fei yelled.

Immediately afterwards, a melody that Xiao Yao was very familiar with sounded in the private room.

""The Sorrows of Young Werther"?" Ah Fei shouted: "Whose song is it?"

No one answered.

"No one ordered it, let's cut it." The fat man leaned over and was about to press the song cut button.

"I ordered it." Xiao Yao said loudly.

He straightened his body, took the microphone from the fat man's hand, and cleared his throat.

“one two three four five——

My parents love me very much,
My test scores were also good;
I have never been short of change,

But why am I just not happy;
I will graduate from a good university,
I have a good job,
Live a rich, ideal life,

But why am I just unhappy? "

Xiao Yao was singing while observing the reaction of the audience - I have to say that this atmosphere made him extremely embarrassed.

Maybe it was because he was a little transparent in this circle, and because he sang unpopular songs that no one had heard, everyone was whispering and laughing strangely.

Talking about "whispering" and "strange laughter" seems a bit subjective. The real situation is that some people are pretending to sleep with their backs on the sofa, some are playing with their mobile phones, and Zhang Zhengkai is still playing with his Lancelot. Especially, some people were talking softly to each other, and a few people's faces showed half-smiling expressions under the strange light of the KTV.

The summary is that the more people sing, the less enthusiastic they become.

Just when Xiao Yao was about to shout "Cut song" in frustration, Zhang Zhengkai suddenly put down the GBA, took another microphone from someone else's hand, and stood up:
"I'm no longer old enough to play games.

I think I should become sensible,

But why am I unhappy?

But why am I not happy?

Those toys should have been thrown away long ago.

I think I should become mature,

But why am I unhappy?

But why am I not happy? "

Xiao Yao and Zhang Zhengkai said in unison: "But why am I unhappy~~~But why am I just unhappy~~~"

"You actually know it too." Xiao Yao nodded towards Zhang Zhengkai.

"That's natural." Zhang Zhengkai said.

For the same song, Zhang Zhengkai received very different treatment.

The teenagers laughed, cheered, and started playing the beat for them both.

At the end of the song, the audience burst into warm applause and whistles.

"Young Master Zhang really has extraordinary taste," the fat man complimented, "You two sing well."

Zhang Zhengkai gestured toward the fat man like a pistol and snapped his fingers.

Next came the songs requested by others. After more than a dozen songs, they were no longer satisfied with simply singing. Some played bragging, rolling dice and drinking, while others played poker.

Um?Did you agree not to sell alcoholic beverages?

The person next to me handed over some playing cards.

"What?" Xiao Yao was confused.

"Pull one." The man spoke with a loud tongue, as if he had drunk too much.

He casually took the top card - it was a King of Hearts, with Charlemagne on it without a beard, just like himself.

On the back of the playing cards, there are patterns of a rule, a tape measure, an eye, and a "G".

That eye seemed to be staring at him, a little scared.

(End of this chapter)