Host, You're Targeted

"You are the evening breeze, if there is a little parting in the starry River,

you are the scene of bright eyes in the early morning,

you are the light of time singing gently

just like the stars all over the alleys,

the black and white keys are shining with the light of the morning...

the whole classroom is quiet, and everyone is listening to Lin fengxu's singing quietly.

His eyes were still on Shen Yang's face.

The pair of eyes that were once wrapped in the deep ice, finally melted into water under the warm tide, revealing the fresh and beautiful petals inside.

A small light is installed on the top of the wall on the platform of the classroom. The conical light projected down acts as a magnesium lamp, and the platform becomes a small stage.

Standing on the simple stage, the young man's eyebrows are extremely soft, and there are not too many skills when singing in a low voice, but every word is extremely gentle.

A few months ago, it was such a gentle young man standing in the middle of the stage with all kinds of thorns.

The thorns growing out of his body could not cover up the dazzling light all over him, and the bright red core could be seen from the flower buds on his body.

It was blood red.

Now, this young man has removed the thorns all over his body, and the flowers blooming from him are delicate, beautiful and gorgeous.

His eyes were soft and flowing.

Lin fengxu's eyes have not moved from Shen Yang's face.

Shen Yang has been looking at him gently, with a smile on his lips.

This is the rose he pulled out of the mud. This is the boy he saved.

The students were waving their arms. The lights in the back of the classroom were turned off, and the audience was in a dark.

Fluorescent bracelets of various colors swing left and right with the rhythm.

"May there always be strength behind you,

may you become your own sun,

may you always stay in time and fall in love with each other's appearance,

the light in your eyes is still shining, telling those crazy,

I'll accompany you to collect them with dreams...

in the middle of a song, Lin Feng Xu walks down the stage with his microphone covered.

He picked up the program list of the monitor's report and walked straight to Shen Yang.

Shen Yang leaned back on the table. Lin Feng leaned down to get close to him. He could not help but cover his face with the program list and gave him a kiss on his ear lobe.

It was so dark in the classroom that other students thought Lin fengxu had a whisper with Shen Yang.

The interlude soon ended, and Lin fengxu walked back to the platform to continue singing with the microphone.

Slow rhythm of the song is very penetrating, until the end of this song, students are still immersed in Lin fengxu's singing.

"One more song!" Jiang Chao was so excited that he stood on the stool and yelled, "Lin fengxu! Another song! Brother Feng ah ah ah ah ah ah!" other students also echoed.

But Lin fengxu came down from the platform and gave the microphone to the monitor.

"No, I'll sing a song to Mr. Shen. I haven't thought about the other songs. I can't give them to him casually."

"Cut --" a hiss came from the classroom.

Lin fengxu is the first program at the beginning.

One night self-study time of two and a half hours, almost all the students on the stage performance.

Both introverted and introverted students, as well as cheerful and lively students, are striving to leave an unforgettable farewell party for Shen Yang.

Their faces are young, and they are still nervous and make mistakes in the performance, but Shen Yang still thinks they are cute.

When the bell rings, everything must be restored.

At twelve o'clock, Cinderella will be Cinderella.

"Thank you for preparing such a party for me." Shen Yang's eyes turned red when the light was on. He pressed down his sour heart and raised his smile.

"I wish you all a dream as a horse and live up to your time."