I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

Jiang Siming turned and sat in the middle of the leadership seat, next to the principal and the deputy principal.

This is the position arranged by the school, and he can't help it. He is more willing to sit with Zhang Qiulan.

Sitting on the stage, watching this auditorium, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people, is empty.

Jiang Siming inevitably remembered that he used to host the show at the Fudan Gala every year, or he played a sketch or participated in a chorus.

It was just a small role at the time, Xiaoyi.

Today, he came back to this stage, but he became the real focus and protagonist.

Today, except for many older generations of Fudan students and professors and teachers from various universities here.

There are also many reporters.

These media reporters were naturally directed at Jiang Siming.

Who made Jiang Siming talk too much now?

Finding so many reporters around, many students can't help but sit up in a precarious manner.

As for the position of the freshman in the audience, a beautiful girl looked at Jiang Siming on the stage and was unwilling to blink her eyes.

"Brother Jiang..."

The girl read, the man on the stage is exactly the figure she thinks about every day.

Although she was rated as a new school flower when she entered the school, although many outstanding seniors were pursuing her.

But the girl always keeps a long distance from them.

Because in her heart, no one can compare Jiang Siming's position in her heart.

If Jiang Siming sees her, he will remember that this girl is Lu Yao.

A junior high school girl who Jiang Siming helped in the college entrance examination.

Now I am a freshman at Fudan University.

The school celebration followed, and the beginning of this ever-changing sect was naturally the leadership speech.

"First of all, we must first bless our school for its 110th anniversary, the experience of Fudan University... beep..."

"Welcome all the old classmates, old alumni and old friends who graduated from this school to Fudan University, and all the media reporters present."

The principal cleared his throat and said with a smile: "The person to welcome today is Jiang Siming, who is sitting next to me, classmate Jiang. We are honored to invite him to his alma mater to participate in the celebration. We have asked Mr. Jiang. Say a few words."

The principal's suggestion was unanimously approved by all the students.

Everyone talks, but what I want to see most is of course that Jiang Siming can talk to them.

Jiang Siming had already known that there would be this link, got up from his chair and walked to the center of the stage.

Looking at so many students in the audience, Jiang Siming was not nervous at all.

When he was a student before, he was always afraid that he would say the wrong thing and do the wrong thing, and couldn't sleep the night before going on stage.

"I am Jiang Siming, a 13th student from Fudan University. I have graduated almost six years ago. I am honored and happy to be able to participate in the celebration of my alma mater."

"Fudan University is the place where I studied and lived for four years, and it is also the place where I carried my original dream. I used to hope to graduate and go out and do business, but after I went out, I always missed the time at university."

Jiang Siming said and laughed, then continued:

"Actually, I was very distressed when I was in college. Everyone thought I had only one advantage, and that was handsome."

Before everyone could react, Jiang Siming immediately said: "Well, they think so, I admit it."

After saying this, the audience laughed.

Well, although very narcissistic, from Jiang Siming's mouth, it seems that the merits make sense.

"It was just a joke. In fact, I want all the students present here to cherish the four years of college. Believe me, these four years may be the fastest and most beautiful for you. Thank you ."

After Jiang Siming finished speaking, he bowed and returned to his seat.

The applause from below is like a mountain spring waterfall.

Jiang Siming thought he should be fine, but he didn't expect it was just the beginning.

The opening speech is over, and then it’s time for the school celebration program.

One after another, students from all grades of the school took to the stage to perform, such as dancing, singing, sketches, cross talk and so on.

The students will celebrate this school celebration with a vivid and colorful celebration.

Although I watched more of these show scenes outside, Jiang Siming still thinks the school shows better.

There were even a few beautiful girls who performed a folk dance, which was pleasing to the eye.

Two hours later, the show came to an end.

At this time, a female host smiled and said: "Dear students, after watching so many shows, does anyone want to watch Jiangshen's show?"

"Yes, our male theological senior, a new generation of singers, has not performed yet, do you want to invite senior Jiang to a show?" The male host immediately answered the question.

"miss you!"

The voices were loud and loud.

I have to think that the performances of the students in the school were only amateurs. They listened to some solo songs, although they sang well.

But when they thought of a singer sitting there, they felt that the contrast was too big.

Jiang Siming was watching wonderfully, but he did not expect to be called by name again.

The two principals next to him smiled and said to him: "Student Jiang, this is what the people want, why don't you show it?"

What else can Jiang Siming say?

It seems too cold to say nothing.

Besides, it should be sing a song to the students.

Jiang Siming didn't answer, but stood up and walked toward the stage.

Cheers were heard on the scene again.

The students clapped excitedly, expressing that they liked the character of Myojin, and if they didn't talk much, the whole thing would be done.

There was a piano just on the stage, and Jiang Siming stepped up.

The hostess blushed with excitement and came over to set up the microphone for Jiang Siming.

"Do Minjun Oppa come on!"

The hostess ran away after speaking.

Jiang Siming shook his head with a smile, sat on the piano chair, first started playing a few notes, and tried the sound.

Then Jiang Siming said to the tens of thousands of students in the microphone: "What song do you want to listen to?"

"Luzhou month!"

"A thousand Baidu!"

"The dust in the fireworks!"

"Why not!"

"Little love song, my favorite song!"

"Want to hear Monsters!"

....

Students say what they are saying. Almost every student is yelling.

"Well, how about a new song?"

Of course everyone is happy!

Even the reporters got excited. Is Jiang Siming going to start singing a new song again? Haha, tomorrow will be the headline.

Jiang Siming's fingers flew, plucking a beautiful note on the keyboard.

The prelude ding ding dong dong, the rhythm is a little brisk and playful.

It makes people feel very comfortable after listening.

"Whether every play can be seen completely

Is it memorable every day

The sluggish expression may be because I like to think

Not good at eyebrow expression

Always looking forward to always disappointed

Days are still like this

Vulgar fearless elegant frivolous

It's not all a smelly skin

...."

Many fans of Jiang Siming were a little surprised when they heard this previous song.

Because this song does not seem to be Jiang Siming's sophisticated singing skills, nor does it have gorgeous lyrics.

On the contrary, it is a narrative, like writing his own thoughts?

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