Falling Heart

Chapter 101 Kissing Hands
When Shen Qing was thinking about how to prevent them from staring at her, a large coat fell behind her.

She tilted her face and looked back, it was Xie Mingchao's clothes.

Taking advantage of the time when she stood up, Shen Qing lifted up the slipped chest material.

She gathered her coat awkwardly, "Thank you."

Xie Mingchao glanced at her indifferently, "Give it back to me when you put it on, and we'll be on stage right away."

Shen Qing lowered her eyes, made sure nothing was exposed, and then took off the coat and returned it to him.

He took the clothes, and within a minute, they were stained with the fragrance of pear blossoms from her body.

Xie Mingchao's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned back calmly.

Lin Lin witnessed everything from the sidelines, and she was so angry that her back molars were about to be crushed.

Shen Qing can wear noble skirts, but she has to wear men's heavy court dresses and funny high hats.

People are really mad at people.

Zhang Jianshan sat under the stage, waiting expectantly for the rehearsal to start.It was the first time for him to watch their class's performance completely, and he specially called the teacher at the desk next door to join him.

Seeing Shen Qing dragging her skirt stiffly, the teacher couldn't help mocking: "How good is the child's acting skills? I think you'd better not have any expectations."

"They rehearse hard every day, even if they are not very good, they have worked hard anyway." Zhang Jianshan waved his hand indifferently, "Not to mention the good looks of the hero and heroine, just watching them eat melon seeds for an hour will not make you feel tired."

"Hmph, I heard that they are still at the same table, are you not afraid of their puppy love?"

"What kind of love is there?" Zhang Jianshan didn't care, "Xie Mingchao only has his eyes on learning, and Shen Qing's child only likes to draw. It's not like Zhou Chen in your class, who stares at Shen Qing in our class every day."

Once it comes to student comparison, the teacher's war starts, and the teacher retorts unwillingly: "Hey, why doesn't he stare at others, but Shen Qing? Putting the facts aside, is there no problem with Shen Qing?" ?”

Zhang Jianshan was momentarily speechless by his righteous remarks, "The victim is guilty? Can you manage your class Zhouchen well, and don't get involved with Shen Qing."

The teacher shook his head in fear: "I don't dare to take care of it. In the face of power, jobs are important."

When the lights on the stage dimmed, Zhang Jianshan sat up straight, "It's started, it's started!"

A group of people who have rehearsed several times have already memorized the plot, opened the scene skillfully, and the connection between each scene is extremely natural.

At the end of the performance, the teacher was dumbfounded, "I take back what I said earlier, the performance was quite good."

Zhang Jianshan was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear, "Oh, our class is expected to win the first place in this program!"

Before the evening activities started, Shen Qing had to wear a heavy headgear. Her neck was already so sore that she could barely support her head, so she could barely share the pressure on her neck by resting her chin.

Gong Xiaoxiao and Chen Qian have already arrived in the capital and are on their way to Yunhe No. [-] Middle School.

While waiting in the lounge, students were allowed to bring mobile phones as an exception.

Shen Qing simply called to ask how long it would take for the two of them, but Gong Xiaoxiao switched directly to a video call.

Seeing Shen Qing's attire, Gong Xiaoxiao exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Everyone else in the lounge followed the sound and looked over.

Shen Qing covered the screen and hid in the corner, cursing in a low voice: "Can you stop acting like you have never seen the world!"

Gong Xiaoxiao yelled irrationally: "Qingqing is so beautiful! I really want to pass through Xie Mingchao!"

The taxi driver looked back at her strangely, and just as Chen Qian was about to sit a little further away, she dragged him back into the mirror together.

Xie Mingchao has been quietly observing not far away since Shen Qing made the phone call.

When he caught a glimpse of the familiar face in the camera, his face darkened slightly.

Shen Qing: "The seats are limited, first come, first served, hurry up."

Gong Xiaoxiao stared at Shen Qing intently, and smiled, "We'll be there soon!"

Before the school celebration officially started at six o'clock, the two rushed to the auditorium and managed to find an empty seat in the last row.

The first half of the show was performed in the first year of high school. In order to save time and avoid embarrassment, they chose short programs, either singing or dancing. Occasionally, a few classes chose sketches, which made the audience laugh constantly.

Gong Xiaoxiao yawned and asked Chen Qian: "How long will it take for Qingqing, I'm almost falling asleep."

"It's the sophomore's turn." Chen Qian was also bored with the previous performance, and glanced at the sequence of performances on the small screen on the left, "It's almost there."

Before Gong Xiaoxiao fell asleep, she finally heard the host's words, "Next, I will invite Class [-] to bring a play—Romeo and Juliet!", she immediately cheered up and stared at stage.

The ups and downs of the performance made the audience hold their breath. When Gong Xiaoxiao was looking forward to the scene of kissing the back of her hand, she excitedly took out her mobile phone and prepared to take a picture.

Xie Mingchao knelt on one knee and held Shen Qing's hand.

"If the dust of my profane hands profanes your sanctity. These two lips, shy pilgrims, would like to beg your forgiveness with tender kisses, forgive my sins."

Gong Xiaoxiao shook Chen Qian's arm excitedly, "I'm going to kiss, I'm going to kiss!"

When she felt that Xie Mingchao had kissed the back of her hand lightly, Shen Qing's spine froze stiffly.

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience.

Gong Xiaoxiao leaned forward, "I can't see clearly, whose hand did you kiss?"

It was the first time Chen Qian saw Xie Mingchao in a sober state, and it was indeed the same as what Gong Xiaoxiao and Shen Qing described, with a harmless face for humans and animals.But the temperament between the brows and eyes is too cold.

"He doesn't have a mole."

"Is it covered?" Gong Xiaoxiao continued to shoot on the stage, "After all, that feature softened his face a bit."

Shen Qing on the stage thought in panic, obviously he told the truth during the rehearsal before, with his knowledge reserve, it is impossible not to know that the kiss is through his own hand.

But it was not her turn to think about the next plot, so she continued to act out the lines subconsciously after she withdrew her hand.

It wasn't until Juliet, who played the role, committed suicide and fell to the ground, and Shen Qing was lying in the coffin props, that she recalled the intimate contact just now in a daze, and felt hot all over belatedly.

At the end of the performance, the lights were turned off, and the audience applauded one after another.

Shen Qing seemed to have never heard of it, and in the darkness after the curtain ended, she wanted to pinch him viciously in retaliation.

But Xie Mingchao seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and easily pinched her wrist.

"you……"

Shen Qing didn't dare to speak loudly, so she could only express her resistance by breaking free.

"I'm sorry for the behavior just now." Xie Mingchao quickly let go of her hand, and his voice was extremely low, "It's just that my hand didn't have time to catch it."

His apology was particularly sincere, and the annoyance accumulated in her heart dissipated in an instant.

Shen Qing suppressed his deliberate guess, and threatened in a muffled voice: "I have to make up for an extra dessert!"

Xie Mingchao chuckled lightly: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)