Golden Years

What a coincidence! Previously, in order to support Da Gang during the liveliness, I wanted to ask Little Lei to borrow an Infiniti, but I only borrowed a person from the forest. This time, I wanted to use the forest people to pull things out, but Little Lei said otherwise, he would let me drive the Infiniti away, and would help him take care of it during these two days.

The day before the show, I drove the FX35 back to the neighborhood, and the feeling of being surprised, from picking up a car to driving it. I've driven this car several times, so it's no problem. However, this was his first time using it.

However, after calming down, I didn't feel excited anymore. Fuck, isn't it too brazen to drive this car to SF University to compete tomorrow? Who do you think I am?

However, as long as he was here, he would take care of everything else. So what if I like it! The thought of pretending to be the rich second generation Li Xin once again gained the upper hand. He felt that since no one could recognize him, he would act arrogantly. As long as he didn't overspeed and didn't crash into anyone, would he be beheaded just because of a luxurious car?

Other than that, I also want to see the reaction of the surrounding students when they picked up Little Yu from the car the next day. Or rather, it could be said that when she drove to the vicinity of their school's apartment building to pick her up, the reactions of the surrounding students.

Vanity is an original sin that everyone can't get rid of …

The next day, everything was packed in the trunk. The moment I entered Little Yu's school, I already felt the gazes of countless people around me, including those of the security guards.

At that time, I was already wearing my costume, but without my sunglasses, I knew that I really did look like a rich person. After all, I had followed Young Master Lei for so long, I more or less resembled him.

Besides, it's mainly because I look too young to be among the students. So I guess a lot of people think I'm some rich second-generation here to pick up a girlfriend.

The feeling of being watched is great... In fact, in the end, it was the feeling of being rich that made him feel good! No wonder now you want to make a lot of money, be a man of honor, drive a luxury car, live in a big house, and play with beautiful women …

I drove carefully, slowly, being watched all the way. I could even hear the students who had passed me talking about the price and brand of the car.

"Damn, this is a car that a big boss in our hometown drives!"

"Is this the footage of the intersection from before, Infinity?"

"Yeah, this is also the model for high quality liquor driving …"

Alright, my goal has been achieved and my expectations have been achieved. At that moment, I became the focus of everyone's attention.

Of course, I also neglected more students and passersby indifferent, perhaps they have been used to it.

Little Yu's reaction was similar to what I expected, but it was even more exaggerated. She brought her schoolbag and started to look around, probably because she was looking for my Little Red.

I got out of the car and greeted her. Then, her mouth was wide open in shock. She didn't even try to conceal her shock!

Then, he jubilantly came over and asked, "Boss, why are you driving such a big car?"

I smiled confidently and said, "I'm going to borrow it from my friend. Our equipment today isn't that good …"

As we talked, a boy and a girl came up to us and greeted her. That girl was extremely exaggerated. She said Little Yu, where are you going? She kept looking in the direction of the car, and she looked at me the same way.

Little Yu pretended not to see it. She said that she would go to the competition today and gave a brief explanation.

After that, that boy came over to greet them with a warm expression. He was probably more familiar with Little Yu, and recognized me as her partner. He even wished us good results or something like that.

Before we got in the car, I casually asked, "Don't you have two good friends who are always accompanying you?" Don't you want them to come with you to SF University?

Little Yu said a little embarrassedly. The reason I didn't let them go was mainly because I was afraid that they would lose face if they get eliminated.

I laughed and comforted her, saying, "I'm fine. Our song is so popular, it might even become a dark horse. When the time comes, your circle in Peking University will be completely popular!"

To make a long story short, I didn't go to SF-University very often, nor did I drive there. He found the largest and most imposing school gate, but the other party didn't even take a car!

Then he took a detour around the east gate and entered the school. He found the building where the competition was taking place.

There were blocks all around the building, so we and the other cars were parked a little further away.

Then, he could only take his musical instrument and walk into the building.

When I arrived at the site of the notice, I realized that the situation was not as I had expected. Previously, we all thought that this competition was quite big, at least in the lecture hall, there would be a lot of spectators.

But in reality, the competition was in a relatively small hall. Besides the staff members, there were no other spectators.

The four judges sat below the stage. They felt that there was no difference between them and the talent shows. Then, the contestants would perform on stage one by one, and they would even interact with the judges in some words.

So it turned out that this was the method of selection for the preliminaries. I suddenly felt a little discouraged, because if there was no audience, we would not have much advantage if we considered ourselves to be more stylish.

The staff member gave us a number, 12, after we showed him the relevant certificate. It should still be in a more advanced order. We and the other school singers were scattered around the classrooms, resting.

Little Yu pointed to the seeded contestants that were recognized by their school. The girl was holding a bottle of Yiyun mineral water and drinking it slowly. She had a teacher like person and two or three classmates like people. Compared to ordinary students, this was a bit of a big deal.

We didn't dare to eat, so we waited in hunger. It was finally the 11th. We took our instruments and went into the corridor to wait. About ten minutes later, the hall door opened and a teacher waved us in.

The lights in the hall were dim, and the stage was ready. The back of the hall was lit up. In other words, when Little Yu and I stand on the stage, we won't be able to see the expression on the judges' faces.

A female judge said, "Oh, two people in a group, and give me a microphone rack …" Take two, they both have musical instruments...

After a minute or so, someone set up the microphone for us.

A male judge said it was time to start.

The song's accompaniment rang out. When I heard this sound, I was dumbfounded! When we were singing during the interview in the store and when we were listening to it ourselves, the effects were quite good. But if placed in this hall, it might be because the sound quality of the speakers was better, so why did the noise and noise in the accompaniment seem so much louder?

The accompaniment was not good enough, it immediately became our class.

This was a sudden situation, and I didn't have much time to think about it. Little Yu immediately entered a meditative state and began singing.

"Falling fireworks, the loneliest moment. You can't see it, nor will you want to touch it …"

"With her bright eyes, she cannot escape the cold loneliness. Perhaps her life should have been filled with loneliness …"

"Warm hands, stroking my wounded heart, because I, am just …"

"I've said my goodbyes to you. All that's left in my memories is, who committed this mistake …"

Little Yu sang very enthusiastically, reaching the level of the rehearsal from before. When it reached the harmony part, I suddenly realized that the volume of my microphone was extremely low! "I can't hear my own voice from the speaker." Previously, when she tried out the microphone, she didn't hear the accompaniment so she didn't think she could hear herself singing at all.

At that time, I frowned. There was no other way, I could only sing according to the normal situation. The effects could only be heard clearly by the judges.

This was probably the most embarrassing performance I've ever had, and it was in such a serious and formal setting. I was very low at the time, and I felt a sense of defeat.

However, it only took a few minutes for a song to end.

Little Yu and I did not immediately leave the stage, but accepted a few of the judges' questions.

A male judge said, "Your song is called 'Lonely Me'. Is it an original song?"

It's not convenient to answer, Little Yu nodded and said, yes.

Then the judge asked, Which of you wrote the song?

Little Yu looked at me and said that I and my partner had written it together and made it up together.

This answer took care of my mood, making me feel slightly better.

Another female judge smiled and said, "This song is not bad. However, the arrangement of the accompaniment is rather simple and the effect is not good." If you have the opportunity and conditions in the future, you can do a more professional accompaniment.

Another male judge interjected, "Yeah, this accompaniment is still okay when used for student activities, but there are some flaws in the instrument. Some parts of it have broken music, so you can hear it." In a competition like this, using this sort of accompaniment would be very disadvantageous.

Then, the few evaluators thought we were thin air and started to discuss with each other. Little Yu and I stood blankly on the stage like puppets.

When they were done with their discussion, one of the teachers said to the two students, "You two can go rest now. You did well. Keep up the good work!"

This attitude is very obvious, we certainly do not have the intention to enter the judge's eyes.

Thus, Little Yu and I picked up our costumed instruments and left the Evaluation Hall a little awkwardly and bitterly.

We were in the corner of the corridor, leaning against the wall, talking.

She also realized that there was no hope. Her face was a little pale, and her eyes were a little red.

I didn't think much of the results, but they didn't have any effect, so I was depressed. But no matter what, she is still more open-minded than me. Thus, I comforted her and said that the final result still hasn't come out. Maybe our combination is still considered special and we will have a chance to enter the semifinals.

Little Yu forced out a smile, nodded and said yes, I want to see other people's performances, I don't know if I can enter.

I also thought it would be interesting to see how other school singers performed, so I wanted to see if there were other doors that would let me in. The back door was locked. It seemed like there was no hope.

At this moment I said that we should put our things back in the car, eat something, and then come back and see if we could take a look. Little Yu also agreed, so we each bought a small cake at school, ate it in a hurry, and then went back.