I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

"Ahhhh!"

"I want to lick every crevice on the soles of Yuan-senpai's shoes..."

"I really want to eat her fried pork with ginger..."

"It would be great to make tea out of her socks, right?"

The man who was shocked by the heaven-defying inflammation retreated wildly with a look of horror on his face, shouting:

"You women need to go to the hospital when you get sick!"

However, his voice was weak and was drowned in the shouts of the crazy girls. Like a stone thrown into the sea, it could not even stir up a wave.

click!

As the lights suddenly went out, a spotlight penetrated the space where Yuan Qingxue stood from top to bottom.

The noisy voices of thousands of spectators in the audience gradually subsided, and the audience's eyes and camera lenses were focused on the girl who was as cold and pure as the clear snow on the mountain.

The dark crowd was surging like a dark wave. The crane camera moved closer curiously, and the mechanical creation twisted its limbs and zoomed into the field of view.

Unlike Wuma Xingjin, who has experience in various competitions, Yuan Qingxue has never appeared in public on such a big occasion. She spends more time alone in the Literature Club. She can't keep her calmness even though she is calm. calm.

My throat felt inexplicably dry, the hand holding the microphone was shaking slightly, and my fingers were tense and stiff.

Almost instantly, Yuan Qingxue met Wuma Xingjin’s eyes in the darkness.

The boy's starry eyes are vivid in places that cannot be covered by the light, and his eyes convey some kind of power.

This is the same trust as always, this is the hope that is expected.

Holding the handle of the microphone tightly, Yuan Qingxue returned to her calm posture in just a few breaths.

"The ever-changing seasons"

"Kimitoha Miracle (A Miracle That Can Be Realized with You)"

"Tomorrow's sky is full of birds flying across tomorrow's sky."

"Ye Ming け ま で に 合 う よ う に (as if to rush before dawn)"

As the bright and soothing piano sounded, Yuan Qingxue's ethereal and pure voice floated into everyone's hearts like pure and flawless feathers.

The person who was irritated by the enthusiastic audience behind him a second ago immediately calmed down.

Whether investments fail or debts are owed, everything can be solved slowly as long as you keep a calm mind.

Why do I work in such a hurry? It's not bad to stop occasionally and listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.

Strings of notes danced and danced under Wuma Xingjin's nimble fingers, perfectly matching the rhythm of Yuan Qingxue's voice and breathing gaps.

The two of them seemed to have rehearsed countless times and worked together flawlessly.

Yuan Qingxue's voice is very unique, like the first melting spring snow or the clear mountain spring. This gentle song is especially suitable for her, and its expressiveness surpasses the original singer.

There is a kind of tranquility like sitting alone in a quiet sea, but it does not make people feel ethereal. It seems to have captured the most important thing in the heart from a long distance.

Wuma Xingjin's heart was beating rapidly, and he was not fully devoted to the keys under his fingers.

Even so, it was played perfectly.

so cute!

I have never seen the minister with such a cute side. He captured Yuan Qingxue's slightly flustered look just now. It turns out that the minister is also not good at things.

Wuma Xingjin couldn't suppress his beating heart. If he continued like this, he would be completely captured by the minister.

This is simply a foul!

Chapter 95 Please save the eldest lady

It's not like the previous show where the girl idol group jumped around with enthusiasm and made people enthusiastically cheer for them.

Yuan Qingxue's singing can only penetrate the tranquility and tranquility deep in the soul.

Wu Ma Xingjin thought more than once that Minister Yuan Qingxue is really a perfect and impeccable beautiful girl, both in terms of IQ and appearance.

But whenever I see her, there is always a throbbing in my chest.

Like sardines chasing light on the sea, she was the flickering light on the ship.

Just like the little fluorescent lights in the dark night, I can't stop looking for it.

This is a feeling I've never felt before, it's hard to describe.

Especially when I saw Yuan Qingxue's voice intoxicating everyone, this feeling became even stronger.

When we first met, we didn't realize there was anything wrong with her. We just thought she was a cute and beautiful girl with high IQ, but as we got along for longer, we were attracted to her unconsciously.

Wuma Xingjin closed his eyes slightly and enjoyed the minister's beautiful singing. The fatigue in recent days was swept away, as if the dust in his heart had been washed away.

The original singer of "Memory of the Wind" Anri Kumaki was a singer from the Heisei era. Together with Miyuki Nakajima from the Showa era, they were known as Japan's top singers. Both of them are Japanese national treasure-level singers.

The biggest feature of Anri Kumaki's singing is that it heals people's hearts. Her songs can often be heard in the clinics for patients with depression. They can always bring solace like a breeze when they are in pain and impatience.

Yuan Qingxue was different from her usual cold demeanor. Her singing voice was unexpectedly delicate, which made people think that it would be good to just keep listening.

The girl's snow-white skin is covered with a layer of brilliance, flowing and radiating. As long as you see it with your own eyes, you will be convinced that this is the most beautiful thing in the world.

The slender and thin body can be blown down by a gust of wind, but there is a resilience to support it, as stubborn as myself.

The young man has a relaxed expression and a well-proportioned but not overly strong figure. His straight school uniform sets off his demeanor, which is as restrained as a gentle jade.

Every move is filled with profound family culture, and some people present may even mistakenly think that the heir of an ancient aristocratic family has traveled through thousands of years to come here.

The tacit understanding between the two was like a natural one. The keys under Wuma Xingjin's fingers followed his orders accurately, just like the red peach soldiers under the Duke of Poker commanded by their arms, matching every syllable of Yuan Qingxue.

The level of proficiency makes one suspect that he has many years of piano learning experience, but in fact he knew nothing about the song 10 minutes ago, but now he acts like he knows the song better than the composer himself.

The terrifying talent is jaw-dropping.

"This level..."

Kaoru Inami sat alone in the bus, staring blankly at the live broadcast of Wuma Xingjin's performance on his mobile phone.

"So it turns out that Wuma also likes piano?"

"If you can, it would be nice to play the piano with him."

Kaoru Inami's quiet and sweet face softened a bit, and she became less resistant to her destined fate.

The shocks tonight were really one after another. Fujishita Hiroyuki swallowed, it was beyond his understanding.

Wuma Xingjin's calligraphy skills have been proven to be very good, but I didn't expect that his piano skills were also so high.

Yuan Qingyue has the same voice blessed by the gods, and her singing skills are clearly practiced hard. There is no doubt that she crushed the idol group in the previous performance.

This beautiful and lovely girl is very mysterious. She rarely posts even on the player's personal account. Most of the discussions about her are limited to her appearance. It seems that she is also a hidden player.

"Hmph, you are indeed my boyfriend. He is really excellent."

"Fortunately, I acted quickly, but it's a pity that I won't be able to go shopping with my boyfriend for the past six months."

Yu Quan Wamei finished her work and secretly watched the live broadcast. There were several colleagues like her.

Everyone was typing on the keyboard seriously, as if they were working hard. In fact, the corner of the computer desktop was a live broadcast of the Wuhou Temple branch venue.

The superb performance of three consecutive groups by the performance group, calligraphy group, and singing group brought the popularity of the Wuhou Temple branch venue to its peak.

The number of viewers exceeded that of the Tokyo main venue in one fell swoop, and it successfully won the first place in the ratings of the audition venue.

The quality of the joint performances by young boys and girls is clearly not at the level of auditions.

The time of a song is very short. When the last syllable disappears in the venue, a feeling of loss arises spontaneously.

Wuma Xingjin let out a shallow breath and looked at Yuan Qingxue, who was pale and sweaty on both sides of his nose. The latter nodded to him and affirmed his performance.

Wuma Xingjin stood up and walked to Yuan Qingxue, quietly waiting for the results to be announced.

I don't know if it was due to sweating, but the delicate scent of camellia on the minister's body became more obvious, and Wuma Xingjin quietly moved closer.

Yuan Qingxue, who was very weak in physical strength, noticed his little movements, but because she was a little dizzy from exhaustion, she didn't care about it. She just glanced at Wuma Xingjin and reminded him not to go too far.

"Finished, perfect!"

"As expected of Yuan Qingxue who implements the word perfection from beginning to end!"

The signs on the judges' bench were raised in a flash, with four S-level signs and one A-level sign.

As soon as this evaluation came out, all the contestants in the singing group immediately despaired. All they could do now was compete for second place.

As long as you can qualify, the total viewership rating of the sub-venue you are in has exceeded 50.00%. It is really impossible to perform better. As long as the audience can remember your name and alma mater, it is enough.

Maybe we can save our alma mater, which has difficulty recruiting students, from declaring bankruptcy and closing the school.

Hiroyuki Fujishita touched the shiny slicked back of his head to make sure his hair was not messy, and then immediately announced the results of the competition.

"Based on the scores of the judges and the audience, our backstage gave an overall evaluation, then the result is..."

"S level! 96.88 points!"

"The second S-class of this year's Art Awards! Born here!"

Whoa oh oh!

The audience was excited, and the flashlights under the stage kept flashing, like a large number of fleas tied with flashlights jumping around.

The ticket is so worth it. I thought that Wu Ma Xingjin would have made history by winning the S-level in the audition. Now that the second S-level has come, this will probably make history that has never been done before or since.

The Hachioji School Directors, who had been waiting in front of the TV all day, were all shocked when they learned of Minamoto Kiyuki's S-level evaluation. They were as excited as 60-year-old children, dancing and celebrating.

"Literature Club, our Literature Club has two S-class students!"

"I've seen all the participating schools in the dance group, and the other opponents are not worth mentioning."

"In this case, we will dominate the competition at the Wuhou Temple branch venue! With four first places!"

"Now we can wash away our nickname of 'nerds' at Hachioji High School in all of Tokyo, no, all of Japan!"

Principal Suzuki pressed his hands down, unable to suppress the joy in his eyes, and took this opportunity to propose to all the school directors:

"I suggest doubling the funding for the Literature Department's activities."

"Although there are only five people, they have proven their strength to us and it is necessary to increase investment."

"Agree"