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Chapter 22 Do You Dare To Fight?

Murong Wei answered calmly and without any emotional fluctuations, which directly made Jiang Qi depressed.

The animals watching the battle booed and talked a lot, some were lamenting that Murong Wei was so arrogant that he didn't even give Bawang Qi face, some were cheering for Jiang Qi, and some were secretly happy...

As the school belle, Murong Wei was unexpectedly not surrounded by many animals.Because she gave people the feeling of aloofness and aloofness. Although she treated everyone politely, she gave people a sense of distance invisibly.Whether it's her fairy-like appearance or her unassuming dress, which is a real first-line international brand, it makes people understand that she is either from a wealthy family, or she belongs to the type of person who is picked up by a car at the school gate on weekends.No matter which one it is, it is enough to make many ordinary people flinch.

In Rongda, there are not many people who really dare to take Murong Wei's idea, because there is no hope.Only a very small number of people dared to take on this burden, and Jiang Qi was one of them, but it seemed that he was not successful.

Although the animals knew that they had no hope, they didn't really want this goddess-level fairy to be easily picked by others.When seeing Jiang Qi deflated, many people were actually secretly happy, but no one showed it.

Jiang Qi retracted his outstretched hand in embarrassment and coughed twice: "This invitation doesn't seem to be too much, right?"

"Not too much, you mean it well. I'm sorry, I can't dance." Murong Wei smiled at Jiang Qi indifferently: "I'll go back first, you guys have fun."

"Come on, come here, let's go to the dance together." Jiang Qi mobilized the emotions of the crowd: "If you just leave like this, everyone will have no emotions, will they?"

"Yes!" The animals were unanimous this time.

"Don't be so arrogant. It's good to participate in group activities together."

"Yeah, you can't separate yourself from the masses."...

Murong Wei smiled politely as she listened to everyone's voices.She has lived in the envious eyes of others since she was a child, but she never feels that she is superior to others. She likes to get along with others on an equal footing, although many people don't think so.

So she actually doesn't like this kind of noisy occasion very much, but if she leaves at this time, it will inevitably give people the impression of arrogance, which is not her original intention.After thinking about it, she stayed.

She walked in from the sidelines, and wherever she passed, a path flashed through the crowd.But all eyes were on the past.In the eyes of many people, Murong Wei in fluttering white clothes is like a fairy in a fairyland, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds...

"Hey, are you keeping your eyes straight?" Zhong Yizhuozuo stretched out his little paw in front of Han Qiu's eyes and shook it: "Look at you like a pervert."

"Nonsense, am I staring straight at you?" Han Qiu came to his senses, scratched his head, and said righteously: "I want to see clearly, is the hemorrhoid on her left face black or dark red? "

Zhong Yiyi stared at it. Where did the mole come from on Murong Wei's left face?Hmph, pervert!
Murong Wei walked over to Zhong Yiyi who was staring wide-eyed, smiled and said admiration from the bottom of her heart: "You play your autumn whispers really well!"

Zhong Yiyi was a little bit against Murong Wei at first.As long as you are a woman, you will not like the kind of beauty who is destined to be the focus of the audience and steal everyone's drama.Zhong Yiyi was still thinking about what was so great about Murong Wei, and Murong Wei came to praise her now, which made her very embarrassed.Hurry up and say modestly: "It's average."

"No. [-] in the world." Han Qiu answered abruptly.

There was a black line on Zhong Yiyi's forehead: "Hey, this classmate, what are you fussing about?"

Khan, I thought I was cooperating with you, but you swallowed the second half of the sentence yourself.Han Qiu depressedly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Murong Wei's soft eyes fell on Han Qiu, and she smiled politely, no different from looking at other people.It's just that Murong Wei couldn't help frowning slightly when her eyes swept over his dark green satchel.

"Okay, let's dance!" Jiang Qi's heart is not dead, he thought that as long as the atmosphere is mobilized properly, everyone will dance, and Murong Wei will inevitably give in.He snapped his fingers at the young artists on stage: "MUSIC!"

"Hehe, everyone jump up, I'll sit and watch everyone dance." Murong Wei left a smile, walked to the stage, found a chair and sat down.

The music sounded, but the dance floor was silent.

The school belle doesn't even dance, so what's the point of us dancing?All the people feel the lack of interest.

Jiang Qi waved impatiently at the stage, and the music stopped again.Jiang Qi walked up to Murong Wei: "Look, everyone is waiting for you. If you don't show your face, this place will be cold."

"This..." Murong Wei said in difficulty, "But I... really can't dance..."

"Is the accompaniment too bad? I think it's tasteless too." Jiang Qiting and Murong Wei hesitated. Sensing something interesting, he suddenly became energetic. He directed Zhong Yi one by one: "You, go up and play the piano again. "

Zhong Yiyi thought playing the piano was fine, but she couldn't stand this kind of bossy order.She pouted, crossed her hands, and said nothing.

"Yes, hurry up and play the piano."

"What are you doing hanging around here? Please dance, you're still putting on airs!"

The resentment that Zhong Yiyi had buried in the crowd before had exploded now.

"You...you..." Zhong Yi was out of breath, his eyes widened.

"Shit, if you want to pick up girls, you can use Zhong Yiyi as a gunman? Throw the hard work to her, so you can do it for you. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world? If you are capable, go play the piano by yourself. I'm afraid you don't have the cell. .” Han Qiu said something out of the blue, which surprised everyone.This guy is a bit too courageous, he has contradicted the Overlord several times, do he still want to hang around in Rongda?
Zhong Yiyi seemed to have found an underground party member of the organization, and slapped Han Qiu heavily on the shoulder: "Brother, well said!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" According to Jiang Qi's usual temper, it would be a roundabout kick.But considering that Murong Wei was watching from the sidelines and had to take care of his own image, he came up with a relatively mild one: "Who do you think has no artistic talent? If you have the guts, come and fight with me, dare you?"

When Jiang Qi saw the satchel on Han Qiu's body, he instinctively felt that this kid must have no taste. How could a person without taste understand music?A rookie is a rookie. He just entered school, so he still doesn't know what Lao Tzu's title was back then, right? ——The Prince of Love Songs.

Jiang Qi smoothly took the guitar away from an accompanist, plucked the strings and tried the sound.The technique is so skillful, it’s like the guitar is an old friend whom I haven’t seen for a long time.

Everyone in the audience became excited when they saw Jiang Qi playing the guitar again.

"Haha, Boss Jiang is finally singing again. I haven't heard that exciting voice for a long time. I'm looking forward to it!"

Seeing everyone's excitement, Han Qiu curled his lips. Could it be that Jiang Qi has some accomplishments in this area?Can't it be that the hand that fights can still play the guitar?

Han Qiu can taste music, but he doesn't know anything about making music.He didn't know what Jiang Qi's level was, so he cast doubtful eyes on Zhong Yiyi, an expert.But seeing Zhong Yi's stern face, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, he thumped in his heart: Oops!

"Today, I watched the snow drift by in the cold night, and drifted away with a chilled heart. Chasing in the wind and rain, I couldn't tell where I was in the fog..."

The once-familiar melody, accompanied by the indelible throbbing deep in the heart, wanders in the air through the microphone and enters everyone's ears, awakening classic memories of the past.

"How many times, faced with cold eyes and ridicule, never gave up the ideal in my heart, in a trance for a moment, if the feeling of loss has faded unconsciously, the love in my heart..."

Damn it, it’s so cool!Even though Jiang Qi is now his enemy, Han Qiu has to admit that this guy must have put a lot of effort into this song, and it was so perfect.Different from the sour little love in the pop songs that are flying all over the world now, in this high-pitched and slightly vicissitudes of cry, the endless ideals and stubborn struggles irresistibly plant a kind of passion for progress. into the hearts of the audience.

The atmosphere at the scene was completely boiling.Everyone couldn't help but sang in unison, and countless small voices merged into a huge torrent that resounded throughout the night sky.

"Forgive me for being uninhibited, indulgent and loving freedom all my life, but I am also afraid that one day I will fall!!! If I abandon my ideal, anyone can do it. How can I be afraid that one day it will be just you and me..."

The high-pitched singing ignited the whole square, and everyone was immersed in the romantic feelings. They were still free to themselves, singing my songs forever, traveling thousands of miles...

Amidst the loud cheers, Jiang Qi gracefully put down the guitar, glanced proudly at Murong Wei secretly, seeing that this calm fairy was also slightly surprised, he couldn't help being a little proud.

"Hey, man with heatstroke, it's your turn. Do you use a piano, a guitar, or some other musical instrument?" Jiang Qi said provocatively to Han Qiu full of confidence: "Everyone is looking forward to you. .”

piano?Guitar?I wipe, these things, I know them, they don't know me.Han Qiu frowned, forget it, it's better not to play with those big ones, it's too embarrassing.

At this time, he remembered that he still had a small piccolo in his trouser pocket.Come on, brother, let's play the flute.The sound is small and the range of influence is not large.

Han Qiu took out the red flame piccolo, and was taken aback. It looked innocuous during the day, but under the starry sky, it looked extremely dazzling, like a burning flame, which seemed to be able to ignite the entire night sky.

"Damn it! I'm more and more appreciative of the heat stroke man, ready to brag? It seems that he is quite proficient in business?"

"Khan, that's a flute. But the man with heatstroke is really a strange flower in the treasure-playing world..."

"That flute is pretty good-looking, but in the hands of a man suffering from heat stroke, it's a secret."

"I fork, I won't make any sheep sounds, brother Zeng is such a hero, iron-blooded Stallone."

Even Zhong Yiyi stomped his feet, what on earth is this brat trying to do, he's completely unorthodox.

(End of this chapter)