BE Crazy Demon Survival System

His voice was soft and slow, but when it reached Xia Zhixu's heart, it turned into an extremely sharp alarm bell, which suddenly awakened the chilling cicada in his chest that had stopped humming.

Xia Zhixu let go of Xu Qichen abruptly, stretched his hand stiffly to the pillar he was grasping, and hurriedly grasped it.

"I am sorry."

Xu Qichen didn't speak, but shook his head gently, retracting his face into the collar of the cotton jacket.

A thin layer of white mist accumulated on the car windows, and the heating in the car baked the cheeks of two people, and they were hot.

He tried his best to conceal his abnormality in front of the other party, and went home immediately after saying goodbye. At lunch, Xu Qichen received a WeChat message from Xia Zhixu.

[Are you really going to write poems to her? ]

All said it was not for her to write poems. Xu Qichen bit the head of his chopsticks and responded to the message.

[I didn't agree to her in the first place, but then she retreated and said that she wrote the manuscript and asked me to help her change it, and I agreed. ]

Just after sending it out, I received a reply from Xia Zhixu.

[That can. ]

Xu Qichen could almost make up the little expression he was barely satisfied with when he said this sentence.

In the next few days, Cen Xi went to the fourth group as soon as he was free, and asked Xu Qichen to help her revise it. In fact, for Xu Qichen, writing poems for school celebrations did not appeal to him, after all, utilitarian and purposeful. They are too strong and lose the meaning of writing poems. But he still worked very seriously and patiently to help Cen Xi in counseling, from wording and making sentences to metaphors, and doing his best.

Just for this show, Xia Zhixu couldn't speak lately, so she could only sit behind and watch the two people get together to write poems, and listen to the tablemate next to her and gossiping endlessly.

Suffering beyond words.

The program was reported, and the school's review was successfully passed, and I was waiting for the school celebration performance. After helping to finish writing the poem, Xu Qichen also thought that the task was completed and he didn't care about the program anymore, but it was not as good as the sky. Unexpectedly, the day before the school celebration, Cen Xi fell ill.

In the evening of self-study, the monitor stood on the stage and said, "Cen Xi is sick. Her show will definitely not be able to go on as planned tomorrow. Do you have any talents to perform? It's best if you don’t need to rehearse and you can go straight. The kind on top."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, the situation was urgent, and no one dared to stand up and pick up this hot potato.

The same table whispered, "Said it was directly burned into pneumonia, and I am still hanging water in the hospital."

Xu Qichen did not speak, but looked down at the book silently, and when the same table saw him like this, he stopped talking.

"Really not? So, if you have any thoughts, please tell me at any time. I will report it. Time is very tight. You must notify me as soon as possible, otherwise there will be no program for this anniversary in our class."

No show...

Xu Qichen poked the foot of the page with the tip of his pen, unable to tell what kind of emotion he was in his heart.

He didn't even know that Xia Zhixu had been staring at his back since the squad leader stood up just now.

I felt my stool was kicked, and a post-it note was put on my neck.

[Do you think it's a pity? Your poems cannot be performed. ]

Xu Qichen breathed a sigh of relief, wrote a line underneath, and reached behind his back and handed the note to Xia Zhixu's desk.

[Unfortunate, but not because of this. I just think it’s a rare opportunity to perform at school celebrations. The whole school may only be our class without a program. I’m sorry to think about it. ]

Xia Zhixu pinched the note and stared at Xu Qichen's answer. After staring at it for a while, he stuffed the paper into his Olympiad tutoring book.

"Squad leader!"

Just when the squad leader was about to step down from the podium, he suddenly heard someone calling him. When he looked up, he saw Xia Zhixu in the back row of the four groups raising his hands, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"I want to perform on behalf of our class."

Everyone in the class turned their heads to look at Xia Zhixu. Xia Zhixu leaned back in his chair. The smile that was originally disguised as a calm face became a little embarrassed when he saw Xu Qichen turning back.

Xu Qichen did not speak, but looked at him, frowning slightly, the expression he would make when in doubt.

"Really? Great!" The squad leader seemed to have grabbed the life-saving straw and walked quickly to Xia Zhixu's side. "What are you going to perform? I'll report it to you later."

"This..." Xia Zhixu laughed twice, "I haven't thought about it yet."

He was telling the truth, and before he could think it through, his hands were already raised.

"Oh, who said before that he would never perform~" Chen put it aside and watched the excitement. "Squad leader, Xia Zhixu sings well and can still play guitar."

Xia Zhixu rolled his eyes at him, "Squad leader, Chen Fang can play drums."

The monitor was relieved and said with a smile, "Then you can form a band! Does anyone know other instruments?"

Everyone discussed enthusiastically and all participated in the topic of "The Great Rescue of the 13th Class Anniversary Performance". Xu Qichen looked at the active classmates and turned around and smiled at Xia Zhixu.

Xia Zhixu said, "Is it a pity?"

Xu Qichen smiled and shook his head, smiling eyes covered the indifference in his amber pupils, leaving only a warm light.

Looking at the corners of his mouth that cocked slightly, Xia Zhixu felt that there was nothing more worthwhile.

He is not a natural performer, but for Xu Qichen, he is willing to try.

Another keyboard player was gathered together. The monitor was very excited, but remembered another important thing, "By the way, the review of this school celebration is still very strict. You cannot sing songs about love."

The whole class booed.

"Jingjian is too old-fashioned."

"It's as if the students who sang a love song will fall in love together the next day.

"It's so boring~"

The squad leader clapped his hands, "In order for our class to have a smooth show, please bear with me a little bit, otherwise we will have to sit down and watch other people's class performance tomorrow night."

The complaining classmates calmed down. The monitor asked, "Zhi Xu, do you want to sing any songs?"

"Never sing love songs, don't worry, monitor."

Chen Fang grinned and said, "I don't really believe what you said [absolutely] anymore."

It's not easy to run a program temporarily, but fortunately, the last class in the morning of the next day is sports, and even the time for the noon break can be counted for a few more hours.

"You will go home by yourself later." Xia Zhixu carried a black guitar bag, and the belt made a not shallow dent on his cotton jacket.

Xu Qichen nodded, and regretted it the next second.

In fact, he can also practice with him.

But what kind of qualifications?

good friend?

Good friends who go home together every day?

No matter how fancy and verbose the attributive is, the nature of the noun that it modifies remains unchanged.

"Then I will go back by myself."

Within two steps towards the playground, I heard the people behind shouting.

"Be sure to watch my performance."

The last two sessions of the afternoon were politics and class meetings. Xia Zhixu and the others did not come to attend. The pressure of temporary shows must be very high, not to mention that it is a band in the middle, Xu Qichen is a little worried.

Class meetings are always self-study, but this time everyone in the class has no intention of learning. After all, the school celebration party will begin half an hour after the class meeting ends. This is a rare leisure activity in a quiet and thrifty high school with rigorous learning style.

Xu Qichen absently finished writing the essay assigned by the political teacher, thinking that he could finally watch the performance without burden. This is the first time he is so looking forward to a performance held by the school. With the same mood, he goes back to the last time, probably the Children's Day in the first grade of elementary school.

What song will they perform?

Xu Qichen was lost in thought.

Xia Zhixu’s voice is very good, both clear and magnetic. He always sounds very comfortable when speaking. Even the most boring math problem has been explained by him, and he has an opportunity to sink his heart to understand. .

His ears were filled with the noise in the classroom, he slowly bent his upper body, trying to lie on the table, the books piled up on the left side of the table accidentally rubbed his cheek, itching.

Suddenly the scene on the bus not long ago appeared in my mind.

A match suddenly appeared in his heart, and when he was unprepared, it blazed and ignited, from chest to cheek, from cheek to earlobe.

Xu Qichen put his head on his elbow in a panic.

"What's wrong with you?" the tablemate asked with concern.

"It's nothing, the heating makes me a little dizzy."

The lie did not relieve his symptoms.

Finally when the get out of class was over, Xu Qichen was drowned in the cheerful crowd, surrounded by a group of excited people, and his little happiness was properly hidden. As soon as I walked out of the classroom, I saw Director Wang. What is rare is that Director Wang has a smile on his face.

But Xu Qichen didn't expect that Director Wang would stop him the next second.

"Xu Qichen, come, come here."

Xu Qichen walked over with a bad feeling in his heart.

It's not that he was talking while standing on the side of the corridor as he imagined. Director Wang led him directly to the director's office, still smiling, but Xu Qichen became more worried.

"Sit down."

He had to hesitate to sit on the sofa opposite Director Wang.

"I heard from your teacher Zhang that you won the first prize in the'Golden Inkstone Cup' this time. I read your composition and it was so beautiful that I can't justify it without winning." Director Wang smiled. He took a cup of hot water to Xu Qichen, "A talented child like you will be the focus of the liberal arts class in the future."

Xu Qichen took the water, whispered thank you to the director, and glanced at the watch hanging on the wall.

Director Wang greeted a few words, and finally cut to the topic, "That's it, my son is in junior high school, right next door to the middle school attached to the Normal University. They also recently had a composition contest, which is very important. You help my son look at his composition, I always think he writes fake and empty, and I teach physics myself, and I can’t help much. This is about to take the exam, and the Chinese teachers are busy writing papers... …"

He glanced at Xu Qichen, "And you see, your composition has just won an award, so talented, I believe you more than the teacher. Well, I took all his composition, and tomorrow is the deadline for submission. Now, you can help to see, how is this written?"

Seeing Director Wang take out a manuscript paper from his desk drawer, Xu Qichen's heart sank completely. The director's words are up to this point, how could he refuse?

He glanced at his watch again.

If you follow the normal process, the party should have started now.

The program of Class 13 is on the seventh, and it should be about an hour after the opening.

Hesitating words will only waste more time.

"Director Wang, I will show it to you."

Seeing Xu Qichen taking over the manuscript paper without hesitation, Director Wang was extremely happy, "Come here, you sit at my table, there is a pen on the table, and you just scratch it directly."

Xu Qichen nodded, sat down and looked at the composition of the director's son seriously.

Time passed by, maybe because the office heating was turned on too much, Xu Qichen's forehead was sweating, he lowered his head, carefully helping to consider and modify each word.

The first paragraph.

The second paragraph.

The third paragraph.

Read each paragraph attentively and change it until I feel satisfied.

Finally, Xu Qichen revised to the last paragraph. Looking up, fifty minutes have passed, he closed the cap of the pen, and hurriedly stood up, "Director, it's changed."

"Oh, thank you so much." Director Wang also stood up from the sofa, "Go, the director invites you to eat, what do you want to eat?"

"No, director, I have to leave beforehand." Xu Qichen bowed hurriedly and ran out of the office in a panic.

The venue of the party was in the auditorium. Xia Zhixu was standing in the background. The makeup artist specially invited by the monitor was helping him with the final finishing before going on stage.

"Is Xu Qichen here?"

Chen Fang shook his head, "I didn't see it, maybe he didn't come."

"Impossible..." Although Xia Zhixu denied it, he didn't have any confidence in his tone.

"Chen Fang, your drum set has been put on. You are going to be on stage."

"Oh! Okay, right now!"

Chen Fang dragged Xia Zhixu, who was in a trance, and another keyboard player, and the three came onto the stage when the lights went dark.

Xia Zhixu stood in front of Li Mai and adjusted the guitar on his back to the position in front of him.

The moment the lights came on, he tried hard to find Xu Qichen's figure in the ebony audience.

Without him.

He can't tell his current emotions, probably a very urgent need.

If he can't be satisfied, he would rather tear off the fake decent smile on his face now and leave the stage.

Chen Fang raised the drumsticks with both hands and beat them rhythmically in mid-air three times.

The song performance officially began.

After all, Xia Zhixu still failed to leave here as he thought, but compromised in the eyes of everyone's expectations. His right hand swept across the strings, slightly lowered his head, and aimed at the microphone.

"I said to myself timidly, is that it?

I am the sun in your eyes and the sadness in your shadow

I asked me if the world is as usual

Let me shine on your resting time"

Suddenly, the closed door of the auditorium was opened, and a hurried figure appeared at the door.

Xia Zhixu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Looking at him from a distance, leaning against the door, panting, waved to himself.

The people on stage finally showed a sincere smile.

"You are me, a carefully maintained dream

I am tired of enjoying the light that no one can replace

I am me, the sun that breaks with one touch

I fervently hope

Can get faith before disappearing"

Across the shadows, Xu Qichen, who stood at the highest point, looked at the dazzling Xia Zhixu on the stage, and suddenly lost his senses.

He is really like the sun.

At the end of the sing, I don’t know which girl from the class was so bold, she ran up with a bunch of flowers, and stuffed the bouquet into Xia Zhixu’s arms, which made him embarrassed and missed a sentence. word.

The performance ended successfully, and Xu Qichen walked around from the side of the audience to the backstage.

The moment Xia Zhixu saw him, he was so happy that he wanted to rush to hug him, but his thoughts passed through and his mind stopped moving.

It was Xu Qichen who came up first. He did not apologize. Although he was planning to do so at first, the first thing he did when he saw Xia Zhixu with a formal expression was to pick one of the flowers in his arms. Daisy, held it in his hand and looked at it.

Then it stuck Xia Zhixu's ear.

Xu Qichen smiled like a child, "Borrow flowers to offer Buddha."

Xia Zhixu was stunned, hesitated, and asked, "Did you just hear it? How did you sing...how?"

"It sounds good." Xu Qichen nodded sincerely, rolled his eyes, stretched out his index finger, and poked Xia Zhixu's shoulder.

Xia Zhixu didn't understand the meaning of his action, and his face was full of doubts.

"See if you break with one touch, Little Sun." Xu Qichen laughed again.

[You are my carefully maintained dream. ]

[I am the sun that breaks with one touch. ]

Seeing Xu Qichen's innocent smile with a little teasing face, Xia Zhixu also curled up his mouth.

The makeup artist lifted up all his hair, revealing heroic eyebrows, and there is a kind of aura between a teenager and an adult.

He suddenly grabbed Xu Qichen's outstretched finger and held it firmly in his palm.

"What are you doing?" The smile on Xu Qichen's face froze, revealing a trace of unclear doubt.

Xia Zhixu answered with a faint smile, with a very low voice, but full of magical charm.

"Confiscated tools of crime."