She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 585 Drone Light Show
Before Cheng Xu could finish his sentence, another cold voice came from the speaker, interrupting him seemingly speechlessly: "Stop talking nonsense."

Lin Qingyou: "...?"

Lin Qingyou woke up immediately, and the residual sleepiness in her head was gone.

She recognized it almost instantly, it was Jing Xing's voice.

On the radio, Cheng Xu smiled and said OK, the voice sounded a little far away from the microphone, it should be talking to Jing Xing.

Lin Qingyou froze for a moment, then looked up at the radio speaker hanging on the wall in front of her, with a somewhat puzzled look.

What are these two people... doing?

Shouldn't Cheng Xu, a college student, take classes at the Normal University?

How did you come here?
Thinking about it again, oh yes, he hasn't started school yet.

"Sister Yuzu, is it my illusion? Why do I listen..." After hearing these two voices, Du Mingyu carefully considered the words in his heart, then turned his head and said, "Stop talking nonsense, it's a bit like a monitor the sound of?"

Jing Xing's voice was very recognizable, his voice was cool, he spoke in a leisurely manner, and his articulation had its own characteristics, it was almost obvious that it was him who was speaking.

"It's not an illusion." Lin Qingyou raised her head, her eyes fell on the radio, and she affirmed his words, "It's Jing Xing's voice."

Not only Jing Xing, but also Cheng Xu.

I don't know what they are doing.

Before the end of her sentence fell, Cheng Xu's pretending serious voice came from the stereo again: "cough cough cough, good evening, everyone. It's 47:[-] BJ time, Xiangzhou No. [-] Middle School The radio station is starting to audition."

Cheng Xu cleared his throat and moved closer to the microphone: "The price of the shirt is nine pounds and fifteen pence, the price of the shirt is nine pounds and fifteen pence—"

The standard advertising voice, cadenced, sonorous and powerful.

Played it three times in a row.

Lin Qingyou listened, as if she had returned to the afternoon when Cheng Xu broadcasted New Oriental Chef's commercials to her.

"The price of the shirt..."

Before the last play was over, Cheng Xu's voice disappeared, and even the radio was turned off.

It was like being cut off suddenly.

Du Mingyu: "?"

Du Mingyu quickly recognized that it was the voice of the boy who always came to Jing Xing in his sophomore year of high school, and asked a little confused: "No, what is the monitor doing?"

"Ah?" Lin Qingyou was also at a loss and couldn't figure out what Jing Xing was thinking, "Maybe it's because the class is too boring, so you went to audition for the radio station?"

"..." Du Mingyu's face was covered with black lines.

This explanation is a bit too far-fetched, right?
Looking at Du Mingyu's expression, Lin Qingyou let out an "uh" and felt that her guess was a little unreliable. She opened her mouth and was about to speak, when the broadcast speaker suddenly made a very slight squeaking electric sound, as if the microphone had been blocked again. People reopened.

Immediately, a familiar voice came from inside: "Nutmi Duan."

Lin Qingyou was stunned.

This time it was not Cheng Xu who spoke, but Jing Xing.

"Look up." Jing Xing said again.

She raised her head in a daze, and looked at the wall-mounted speaker on the white wall in front of her.

"No." Jing Xing's voice was a little helpless, "Look at the camera on the left, I can see you."

"..."

Lin Qingyou followed his words and looked at the camera on the left without knowing why.

Jing Xing looked at the eyes looking over from the electronic screen, paused for half a second, and said slowly, "Now, go downstairs and go to the playground."

After a short pause, Lin Qingyou stood up from her seat.

Although she didn't know what he wanted to do, but since Jing Xing said it, she didn't think much about it.

Just as she was about to walk out of the classroom, Lin Qingyou heard an unhurried sentence from the stereo: "Put on your coat."

At the beginning of March, the long cold winter has not yet passed, and the sun sets much earlier than usual.

It was less than six o'clock, and the surrounding area was already full of darkness.

Tonight there is no wind and no rain, half a bright moon hangs high, the cold wind casts layers of chills, the moonlight is cold, wandering wantonly in the vast forest sea among the forests of the third middle school, the moonlight shines on the corner of the bell tower, and there are bright stars being captured The bright moon halos scattered on the lake.

Just in time for dinner, the students were free to move around. The playground was full of people and crowded, and at a glance, it was full of heads.

It was only when Lin Qingyou went downstairs that she realized that Jing Xing's broadcast could be heard not only by the people in the teaching building, but also by the entire campus.

No. [-] Middle School’s deep pockets helped him a lot. Every five meters along the road on the campus was a wall-mounted Bluetooth loudspeaker. These thousands of loudspeakers maximized the effect of sound amplification.

On nearly 360 acres of land, the music played in the radio room is [-] degrees, and there is no dead end looping in every corner of the No. [-] Middle School campus.

As soon as he left the teaching building of the third year of high school, a shadow fell over his head.

Lin Qingyou subconsciously took half a step back, raised her head, and looked up into the sky.

It was an aerial camera drone hovering.

"..."

None, drones?

Lin Qingyou was stunned, silently staring at the drone's camera for a while.

No, what is Jing Xing going to do, is he planning to blow up the school?
How did you come up with such a big battle?
"Hey, keep going." After a short pause, Jing Xing's voice came from the radio again.

The drone hovered above her head, and Lin Qingyou stared at it silently for a while, then stepped up and continued walking along the cobblestone path to the playground ahead.

It wasn't until Lin Qingyou walked around the bamboo forest around the teaching building and walked to the entrance of the playground that Lin Qingyou could see clearly what those spots that were shining in the night sky were.

That's a ton of drones.

It was far away and the sky was dark just now, and she could only see dazzling light spots in the sky above the playground. She thought it was someone setting off fireworks on the playground, but when she got closer, she realized that it was not fireworks at all. It was the same drone hovering above her head.

The sky above the entire playground is everywhere, dazzling people, and it is impossible to count how many there are.

Lin Qingyou was slightly taken aback, and stopped near the runway at the entrance of the playground. The students around were noisy and excited.

"Damn it! What's going on?"

"My god! It's full of drones, I've never seen so many drones in my fucking life."

"Awesome! This posture is amazing. Did the boss come up with it? I just heard the voice on the radio very similar to him."

Lin Qingyou was still in astonishment, when suddenly a person squeezed over and took her by the arm and walked to the rostrum inside.

Lin Qingyou turned her head and saw a familiar face.

——He Xiangyang.

To be more precise, it was He Xiangyang who was dressed up to attend.

(End of this chapter)