Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 160 Taking the Stage
The last day of 2011.

The whole school exudes an atmosphere of restlessness.

Students may not necessarily be interested in the New Year's Day cultural performance, but the annual sense of ritual is enough to make them excited.

What's more, there is such an interesting thing as New Year's Eve.

Of course, classes still had to be attended. The teachers of each subject were like jailers, binding everyone tightly in the classroom and forcefully instilling some knowledge. Obviously, the effect was not good and the result was half the effort with twice the results.

After school in the afternoon, the athletic field was already crowded with many students watching the fun, and the stage lights were on. The sound and lighting engineers hired from outside were seizing the last minute to debug the equipment.

Bai Yang took his time to go to a restaurant with Wu Bo and others, and arrived at the classroom before the bell for evening self-study rang. Almost everyone was there, and Ye Guodong was standing on the podium.

The emphasis is still on discipline and safety issues.

It seems that there will be this disappointing process before any activity.

Then he organized everyone to carry their own stools and line up to go to the track and field stadium.

After all, it was an evening party. Although the school did not have high-end buildings like auditoriums, it did not require everyone to stand below the ground the entire time.

After a chaotic deployment, all the students in the school were finally seated in the stadium. Bai Yang and Wu Bo had to stay at the back because of their height - fortunately, Bai Yang did not sit for long and quickly rushed to the backstage to prepare for the performance.

The backstage was bustling with activity at this time. The most conspicuous people were of course the students performing dances. They were dressed in fancy clothes and in the near-zero-degree weather, they showed off their thighs unscrupulously.

Probably throughout the year, only in such occasions can you wear short skirts without restraint. Normally, even in summer, this is not allowed in school.

The host came over and confirmed with Bai Yang: "Your show is the fourth one in the lineup. When the third show starts, you will be waiting behind the curtain. Your preparations are relatively simple. You only need a high stool, a microphone, and a guitar. You can move them up there when I announce the show."

He also reminded: "Don't forget to communicate with the sound teacher and connect your guitar to the power supply to avoid any low-level performance accidents."

Bai Yang made an OK gesture and said with a smile, "Don't worry."

He had a lot of performance experience and was not nervous at all. He even wanted to wander around, sneak behind the curtain, and lift a corner to look outside.

There was a dense crowd of people below the stage, and the noisy sounds were overwhelming.

Bai Yang found Zhong Xilu's position with his sharp eyes. After all, as the class monitor, she undoubtedly occupied the seat in the first row. What's more, she stood out from the crowd and it was hard to ignore her.

It’s a pity that Chun Yuwan was not found.

She said she would come, but after all, she didn't have a seat of her own, and it was difficult for Bai Yang to find her among so many people in the audience.

"Make way, classmates."

The students who were performing the opening band came over with their equipment, so Bai Yang had to go backstage. In the midst of all the hustle and bustle, he felt a little bored, so he took out his phone and sent a message to Zhong Xilu:
"I SEEEEE YOU!"

The king won't ring the bell today: "Why don't you prepare for the show properly and actually peek backstage?"

"What do I need to prepare for? I'll just sing whatever I want when it starts."

The king does not ring the bell today: "You are not allowed to sing casually! You must sing well!"

"Comrade Xiao Zhong is quite strict."

The king did not ring the bell today: "Of course! As the monitor, I have to supervise you and cannot let you embarrass our class 499."

"I thought you were going to say that as my desk mate, you wanted me to sing this song for you well."

So they stopped replying messages.

Bai Yang's mind already appeared Comrade Xiao Zhong's somewhat embarrassed expression, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Bai Yang!" A greeting came from the side.

Bai Yang turned his head and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Zeng Jianneng? You're not downstairs, why are you running backstage?"

"I sneaked in!" Zeng Jianeng said confidently, "Did you see Xiaoqian?"

"Is it near the piano?" Bai Yang glanced around and pointed at a figure in a black dress squatting beside the piano: "What's wrong?"

"Xiao Qian said she was too nervous, so I came over to accompany her." Zeng Jianeng chuckled, "Let's go together."

She paused and looked Bai Yang up and down: "Come to think of it, you look quite handsome today."

Bai Yang didn't dress as extravagantly as other performers today. After all, he was just playing guitar and singing, so he just needed to look neat and tidy.

However, he still took some care and tidied his hair and put on a white shirt - although it is a stereotype that boys who play guitar like to wear white shirts, but based on Bai Yang's experience, this thing can really have a very color-enhancing effect under the spotlight.

Especially for high school girls, it has a lethality that is like real harm.

"There's never a day when I'm not handsome?" Bai Yang said complacently.

"Yes, yes, yes." Zeng Jianeng rolled his eyes.

The two walked to Yan Ziqian's side. Bai Yang noticed that she was shivering a little and her face was pale, so he asked, "Is the dress too thin?"

"They seem to have prepared military coats over there. Go get one and put it on. Your show is still to come. There's no need to wear a formal dress right now."

Yan Ziqian whispered: "I think it would be better to get into the state in advance."

Zeng Jianeng went over and hugged her: "Don't be nervous, I'll give you some warmth!"

The little fat boy is warm.

At this time, the opening band is ready, and a clean and neat drum beat opens the curtain of today's New Year's Day cultural performance.

The curtain slowly opened, and overwhelming cheers exploded in my ears.

"Oh hoo!"

As the music started, Zeng Jianeng shouted excitedly, leaned forward, and looked down cautiously, exclaiming: "Sure enough, my decision to sneak backstage was the right one. The view from above is much better than that from below!" "What did you say?" Bai Yang turned his head.

The band's performance had already begun, but the sound was so loud that Zeng Jianneng's voice could not be heard clearly.

Zeng Jianeng then came over and shouted, "There are so many people! It's spectacular!"

The opening classic rock song came from BEYOND's "Boundless Sky", a song that is familiar to people of all ages and undoubtedly livened up the atmosphere.

After the song ended, two hosts slowly walked onto the stage.

"Dear teachers, dear students, good evening everyone——"

As the lyrics were being read, the curtain was slowly drawn and everyone began to move the band equipment onto the stage in a busy manner.

Bai Yang and the other two also moved aside a little to avoid blocking the way by standing next to the stage.

"People who play in bands are so handsome." Zeng Jianeng exclaimed in a somewhat infatuated manner.

Bai Yang looked at Yan Ziqian and felt that her face was a little paler than before.

So he poked Zeng Jianeng and gestured.

Zeng Jianeng was stunned for a moment, then he remembered his main responsibility in coming to the backstage, and hurried over to ask: "Xiao Qian, what's wrong?"

Yan Ziqian pinched the hem of her skirt hard and lowered her head: "There are so many people."

“More than I thought.”

"Don't be afraid!" Zeng Jianeng patted her shoulder vigorously: "Just think about it, being able to perform in front of so many people, you will be the new campus goddess!"

"The whole class is looking forward to your performance!"

Under Zeng Jianeng's comfort, Yan Ziqian's face became even paler.

It took the band a long time to move the equipment. Fortunately, there was a speech by the school leader at the beginning. It was a formulaic speech that no one was interested in. It successfully cooled down the atmosphere that the band had ignited with great difficulty.

The host came to the rescue at the right time:

"Today marks the end of a year we have walked together, and also the beginning of a new year."

“Today, let us ignite the flame of passion with the spark of sincerity, and today let us add a brilliant touch to the future of Xiangdong No. 1 Middle School!”

"Next, please welcome XX and XXX from Class 512 of Grade to perform a street dance: Masked Man!"

As the second show began, it was time for Bai Yang to prepare, leaving Yan Ziqian and Zeng Jianeng to continue to spy.

After rechecking the tuning of the guitar and confirming the sound source cable, the second show was over and Bai Yang walked to the waiting area with his guitar on his back.

Zeng Jianeng gave him a thumbs up and mouthed, "Come on!"

Bai Yang smiled and nodded.

The third program was crosstalk, with two boys praising and joking each other, which was quite interesting, not inferior to the Spring Festival Gala in later generations. Anyway, there were bursts of laughter from the audience.

After the show was over, the two hosts started to announce the show. Taking advantage of this time, Bai Yang hurriedly carried a high stool to the stage, placed it behind the microphone, then hugged his guitar and took a deep breath.

There was a red curtain in front of me, and the host's voice was still coming:
"Next, we invite Bai Yang from Class 499 of Grade to play and sing "My Deskmate" on guitar."

The curtain was slowly drawn open, and all the teachers and students in the school suddenly came into view.

The overwhelming cheers can almost make people dizzy.

But Bai Yang didn't think much about it. He smiled and nodded to the crowd below, then leaned closer to the microphone:

"Hello everyone, I'm Bai Yang."

Then pluck the strings lightly.

As the melodious guitar sounded, the cheers from the audience subsided.

"Will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday tomorrow~"

"Will you still miss me tomorrow, the one who used to cry the most~"

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Bai Yang sang this well-known folk song, but his eyes couldn't help but catch a figure in the audience.

Zhong Xilu sat quietly in his seat, looking at Bai Yang from a distance.

The last time I heard Bai Yang sing this song was by the river in summer. In the blink of an eye, summer has passed and winter has come. The young man is already standing on the stage where everyone is paying attention. His white shirt seems to be glowing under the spotlight.

There were crowds of people around, but it was silent, with only melodious singing floating in the air.

Zhong Xilu didn't care about other people either.

She knew that even though this song was ringing in the ears of so many people at the same time, it was sung for herself.

She also knew that even though so many pairs of eyes were looking at the young man on the stage, she was his only deskmate.

"The sky was always blue, and the days passed so slowly."

"You always said graduation was a long way off, but now we're all going our separate ways~"

There will be more later

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(End of this chapter)