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"You think you are Guan Yu..."

Even though he said so, Ye Chen stood up obediently and went to find the big iron tank filled with hot water.

There is a faucet on the tin can, and when you unscrew it, hot water will come out. In addition, it can also be used to hold ginger soup. It is a very convenient container.

As for the self-heating water dispenser?

Yinjiang High School doesn't have such advanced things...

Even the teachers have to use hot water bottles to fetch water from the boiling water room next to the cafeteria.

The students in Class Two, Senior Two were the first to go. Although there were six of them, they were all obviously nervous.

In fact, compared with the third year of high school, they have to be much more prepared.

But there are still some stumbles when singing.

To be precise, there are only two people who can pick it up skillfully, and the others seem to be a bit out of tune and always forget their words.

At the end of the singing, they simply stopped singing a sentence each, and sang together as six people.

The students who had no show to perform in the audience gloated over their misfortune, while the students who were waiting to perform on stage were even more nervous.

I am afraid that the next person who will lose face will be me.

The second program is the magic show of Class One, Grade Two.

In fact, it was a simple poker trick, and because it was performed by a single person, the student was visibly nervous, even his legs were trembling slightly.

And the whole process was a pantomime, he played with the playing cards without saying a word, and forgot to show the effect several times, so that the people in the audience were confused and didn't know what he was performing.

He finally bowed deeply, blushing like a monkey's butt, and fled off the stage.

It seems that there are mountains of swords and seas of fire on it.

Now, the fun of the students in the audience became to see who else would make an embarrassment next, and what kind of interesting embarrassment would happen next. As for whether the show was exciting or not, it was probably impossible to be exciting.

But watching other people embarrass themselves seems to be more interesting than watching a show that looks wonderful but is actually quite satisfactory.

Many craned their necks, gloating to see who the unlucky ones would be next on stage.

However, the students in Class [-] didn't even know what program their class was preparing for. They looked around curiously, and saw Wan Qing stand up slowly, put her hands in her pockets, and leaned back slightly, not in a hurry at all. He walked towards the stage without nervousness.

Although she was half a head behind Ye Chen, and she looked very petite even when she walked out of the sitting crowd, her aura was not inferior to others at all.

Everyone's attention was immediately attracted to her.

The key is that this is a beautiful girl.

It's good-looking in itself, and those chic green eyes are a plus.

"Mixed blood?" Someone said in surprise.

"Minority people?"

"Which class is it? Have you never seen it before?"

"Looks like a senior in high school."

"Wow--"

"It seems to be from Class Five?"

"Yes, we are in the class next door."

Wan Qing stood calmly on the stage, narrowed her eyes slightly, and glanced at the students below the stage, as if what she saw were not people, but cabbages growing in the field.

She squatted on the ground a little foolishly, stretched out her hand to hook Ye Chen.

The latter looked nervous, not knowing what she was going to do.

"Chen'er, bring up my chair." So she leaned in front of the microphone and said in a calm tone.

Ye Chen hurriedly lifted the chair up, was picked up by the boys in front, and handed it to the side of the stage like a solitaire all the way.

She is very satisfied with this.

He placed the chair on the edge of the stage very close to the audience, and then sat down in the most comfortable posture, leaning against it securely.

As for the microphone clipped on the shelf, she also took it down.

She gently shook the long microphone cable, and gently held her with her petite and soft hands.

The slightly wild aura just now seemed to have subsided all of a sudden.

She still looks casual now, but in a slightly languid relief.

"What I'm going to sing today is a very long song. There is no background music, only a cappella."

Wan Qing lowered her head slightly, as if she was about to fall asleep, her voice was leisurely, as if it was brought by the wind from a distant place.

Ye Chen in the audience was so nervous that he sweated for her.

The aura is so full, don't smash it all when you open your mouth.

Singing a cappella is very difficult, after all, you have to master the melody by yourself, if you don't pay attention, you will get out of tune...

On the other hand, Zhao Jinyu, who was in the first class, was full of anticipation, because she remembered the song Wan Qing sang to herself when she was parting when she was a child.

At such times, even a second seems extremely long.

But Wan Qing was silent for ten seconds on the stage.

Just when everyone thought she had forgotten her words, that slightly hoarse voice, like a summer smoothie, spread leisurely throughout the auditorium.

It's just that in such a winter day, there is no coolness, only a kind of coldness of snow melting in the palm of the hand.

"The first time I knew how to leave was in the middle of the snowy summer..."

"Teacher, he turned his back to me and said that he was going back to his hometown."

"I said goodbye to him, but he said - we will never meet again, like a star in the sky, once it goes out, it will never rise again..."

"Life is always experiencing parting again and again, maybe one day, I will say goodbye to others..."

"The crushed dust is the loneliness that fills the room..."

Wan Qing finally took a deep breath, and her voice gradually changed from soft and dazed to firm.

"The crystal snowflakes pass through the gaps in the leaves, and the lake ripples, reflecting my face..."

"Look up, I'm walking on the street again, even if I'm about to say goodbye, I still want to come to you - let's go, at least now~ we can continue to walk for a while..."

The lyrics don't actually rhyme, or at all.

The melody is not particularly strong, but it can make people feel like a gentle wind is blowing gently on the ears, itchy and soothing.

Wan Qing patted the ground with her feet again and again, beating the beat for herself.

She raised her head, with a slightly sad smile on her delicate face.

She saw the door of the auditorium, and a man with gray hair hurriedly pushed the door and walked in.

As if he had just arrived from a far away place, his chest was heaving up and down, his face, which was blown purple by the cold wind, slightly lifted up, and looked at her.

That was the master electrician I often saw in school.

But his dusty appearance overlapped with her father's figure at a certain moment.

"My heart is as crystal clear as snow, I just hide those words in my heart, and I will tell you together when we leave..."

For a full 10 minutes, the audience was very quiet.

Wan Qing's voice can convey emotions, making everyone fall into the sentimentality that will eventually separate.

Every word of her articulation is very clear, and even her slight breathing can be heard.

It may not be very pleasant to hear, but true feelings are often the most touching.

The melody, or even the lyrics may not matter anymore.

Even if she just hums 'la la la' softly, it can make that sad emotion flow into people's hearts.

When she stood up again, Wan Qing acted very modestly. She bowed deeply, picked up her chair silently, and walked down the stage.

There were sparse applause from the audience, and then the applause became louder and louder, not just out of politeness, but also out of sincere praise and appreciation.

"I'm ignorant, Wan Qing, you were so good just now, it took about 10 minutes! You actually sang so quietly, without any problems!"

"Oh, what a big fuss." She snorted softly, but she couldn't hide the pride on her face.

"Do you know how everyone discussed you in the audience just now? Everyone said that this is completely different from the usual you."

"Haha, you always have to pretend when you sing."

"Hey, are you pretending?"

"That's not it? Do you think I, an uncle who has suffered so much in life, can be gentle?"

"...Can you leave me with some beautiful fantasies about you!"

"Anyone else say anything?"

"Hmm - they all sound very good! How to describe it...I forgot."

"Well, it's almost a success."

"This is not the same, this is a super success!"

Just as he was talking, the homeroom teacher Guang Qiutang walked over with a smile on his face, and gave Wan Qing a thumbs up: "It's amazing!"

She naturally accepted his praise without humility.

Didn't even blush.

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31. Strawberry Milk

Gradually, the students on stage let go of the pressure and performed in a more natural and relaxed state.

A professional photographer is carrying a large camera used by a TV station, and is following the content of the performance.

The recorded images will be sent to the future, reminding myself of this chaotic but interesting New Year's Day performance.

Sunlight shines in from the windows on the side of the auditorium, making the entire hall extra warm.

The place where Wan Qing was sitting was just able to be illuminated by the sun, so comfortable that she squinted her eyes.

It was already noon at this time, and the performance on the stage was temporarily stopped, and the boys in the class were called to the door to carry the meal.

Yes, today's lunch wasn't made at school, it was brought straight from outside in a pickup truck.

The variety is also quite rich. Each class has eight kinds of lunches, each of which looks like five or six servings, ranging from fried noodles to fast food, to rice bowls and steamed buns, and so on.

For students of this age, it is already a very fresh experience.

Someone even saw a hamburger here.

——Although it is not produced by a well-known brand, just like coffee in this era is something that rich people can afford, so is hamburger.

"My shit, my hamburger!" Yang Zeng was the most active kid. He had just put down his lunch. As the person who helped carry the meal, he was the first to reach out and grab the small box containing the hamburger.

There are not only hamburgers, but also a serving of French fries. Although the amount is not much, but because of this, it looks exquisite and luxurious.

"Wait a minute, we haven't got the squad leader who performed on stage today, why are you so anxious!" Jiang Xing patted the back of his hand angrily, and then looked at Wan Qing flatteringly, "Squad leader~ you Want to choose what to eat?"

"Don't speak in such a nasty tone, okay..." Wan Qing rolled her eyes, looked over there lazily, but didn't want to move at all, "Whatever, Chen'er will help me choose."

Ye Chen has already accepted this nickname resignedly, and it seems to be okay after getting used to it, and now even other girls in the class have started to call her that.

Like Wan Qing's secretary, she stepped forward and glanced at it, probably because she didn't want to waste everyone's time, so she picked up a box of hot dry noodles and a box of donburi rice - these are actually made of foam It's in a box, but each one has a label for identification.

"Here, which one do you want?"

"Hmm... let's re-dry the noodles." Wanqing muttered, and took the foam box. The noodles were mixed well in advance, but they were still lumpy, and a piece of dried tofu was placed on top, which looked rather dry. Noodles are better.

She tried to stir it, and found that there was still a lot of meat underneath. As the noodles were stirred again, the strong aroma finally came out.

Wan Qing has never been to City W, nor has she eaten the so-called authentic hot dry noodles, at most she has ordered a few times from takeaways.

In her opinion, the taste doesn't seem to be as good as the ones ordered in the takeaway.

Perhaps it is because there are fewer modern condiments added.