I forcefully pamper the little pitiful uncle, he is wild and lustful

"Is your throat sore? Or are you afraid to sing?"

Fei Jiaoran asked, and all the girls in the class began to agree.

"We are acting majors. We don't dare to take it now, and we won't be able to do it in the future either. Why don't we change majors as soon as possible?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm singing a song and I've already cue you, but you still refuse. That's not good."

"..."

An Ruo sat cross-legged on the ground, silent and motionless.

She didn't care at all about these provocations, and the provocation method was useless to her.

Besides, she majored in acting, not music, so her poor singing will not affect her learning to act.

She just had a sore throat, and she simply didn't want Fei Jiaoran to succeed.

However, in Wan Xingchen's opinion, Anruo's silence was embarrassing.

Because he knew An Ruo's singing skills, Wan Xingchen helped her practice singing during the vocal test in the cram school they attended together.

Seeing the instructor looking at An Ruo, Wan Xingchen stood up directly: "An Ruo, let's sing one?"

An Ruo frowned and looked at Wan Xingchen with a look that seemed to say, what's the matter with you?

But Wan Xingchen couldn't understand the meaning in An Ruo's eyes at all, and walked straight towards her: "Just sing that song."

"Ok?"

Wan Xingchen winked at her: "Little lucky."

An Ruo has practiced this song word for word countless times.

Wan Xingchen bent down and whispered in her ear: "They just want to see your jokes. I will sing with you. This song is one you have practiced before. There is absolutely no problem. Didn't you say you had a sore throat? Keep your voice lower and follow." I can just sing.”

An Ruo wanted to knock Wan Xingchen's pig head off.

Her sore throat was real and not fake. She couldn't sing, so she couldn't use her voice either. She had really hurt her throat after shouting military songs all night.

Furthermore, if you don’t want them to see the joke, just stop singing.

Why bother yourself.

"You like to sing, sing it yourself, I don't..."

An Ruo just shook his head and was pulled up by Wan Xingchen: "Next, An Ruo and I will sing a little lucky song for everyone. Just like the name of this song, I am lucky to meet her."

What are you doing?

If An Ruo had not left Wan Xingchen so little face when seeing so many people there, she would have turned her back on the spot and left.

You took it upon yourself to pull her out to sing, and you thought you were trying to save her, right?

Are you lucky to have met her? Wouldn't it be possible to misunderstand the students by saying this? An Ruo was really speechless and had already rolled her eyes at him countless times.

The instructor played the accompaniment of Little Lucky, and Wan Xingchen actually wanted to step forward to hold her hand, but An Ruo glared back.

Wan Xingchen shrugged and started for her. They were all put on the shelf, so An Ruo had no choice but to sing.

Fortunately, in order to prepare for the exam, she had practiced this song very well. Before the exam, she sang this song even in her sleep and dreams.

Although the singing was not amazing enough, and with the guidance of Wan Xingchen’s voice, I finally managed to sing it without going out of tune.

As soon as the singing stopped, An Ruo handed the microphone to Wan Xingchen and walked straight away.

Some male classmates cheered: "Wow, you are so lucky! Student Wan, you are so lucky!"

Wan Xingchen was a little proud: "Yes, I have sung this song with her countless times before."

Although the words were true, there was an ambiguity in Wan Xingchen's mouth. An Ruo raised her eyes and glared at him fiercely.

Wan Xingchen didn't understand at all that 90.00% of the reason she was being isolated by her female classmates was because of him.

"It's just that we went to cram school together before, and this is the song I took the vocal test on. I'm not very familiar with classmate Wan!"

Wan Xingchen made a heart-attacking gesture. He was obviously hurt by An Ruo's explanation, but An Ruo didn't give him another look.

She really regretted choosing this university. If she had known that Wan Xingchen was doing this to her, she would never have gone to the same school with him.

The individual talent show was coming to an end and it was almost time to disband. There were still a few classmates singing.

An Ruo took out her cell phone and sent several speechless expressions to Wan Xingchen, and finally followed.

【Don’t mess with me! 】

Wan Xingchen replied with a flattering emoticon, followed by the sentence "I'm helping you." 】

An Ruo sighed [You are helping me by staying away from me. 】

The two of them were chatting with their phones. Fei Jiaoran, who originally wanted to read An Ruo's joke, was so angry that his head was about to smoke.

When singing the military song, Fei Jiaoran paid special attention to An Ruo and heard her magical singing voice. He originally thought that she would make a fool of herself by singing, but he unexpectedly gave An Ruo the opportunity to sing a duet with Wan Xingchen.

Moreover, Wan Xingchen took the initiative for this opportunity!

[An Ruo, don't be too proud. One day, I will let all the eyes of the stars focus on me! 】

Fei Jiaoran swore secretly there, but little did she know that An Ruo didn't even bother to ask for what she wanted.

At nine o'clock, as soon as the instructor blew the dismissal whistle, An Ruo received a message from Ling Shaoqing.

He said, waiting for her at the school gate.

An Ruo was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and said to Li Qian and Ainur: "You two go back first, I have something to do."

"Huh? Do you want us to accompany you?"

An Ruo shook her head and quickly walked towards the school gate.

Wan Xingchen stood among the students who were leaving and looked at the direction An Ruo was walking in, with a helpless smile in his heart.

Yes, it was he who made the call to Ling Shaoqing. Now that someone came to comfort An Ruo, he felt uncomfortable.

……

Ling Shaoqing's car was parked in front of the university. He drove here by himself without a driver or assistant.

As soon as An Ruo got in the car, he drove out.

"Huh? Where are you going, uncle? I have to go back to school. I will check my bed at night." An Ruo was stunned for a moment and asked quickly.

"I won't delay your bedtime check."

Ling Shaoqing drove directly to the star hotel closest to the school, opened a presidential suite and took Anruo up.

A handsome man in a suit and leather tie, who was outraged by both men and gods, checked into a room with a college student in camouflage uniform who looked like he was in military training. An Ruo even felt the gossipy eyes at the front desk.

She wanted to run away, but Ling Shaoqing held her hand tightly.

After entering the elevator and shielding herself from the probing gossip, An Ruo breathed a sigh of relief: "Uncle, I really can't stay out overnight."

"know."

"Ok?"

Ling Shaoqing was so aloof. From the moment he saw her, he said two things, one that he would not delay her bedtime check and the other that he knew.

What happened? The atmosphere seemed a little strange.

An Ruo thought about it and realized that she didn't do anything to make him angry.

But as soon as she entered the door, Ling Shaoqing entered the bathroom, put the hot water on for her, and then pushed her in: "Go take a shower first."

"Ah?" An Ruo was frightened for a moment and hugged herself tightly: "Uncle, I'm not ready yet... You can't bully minors."

Ling Shaoqing scanned her up and down and said helplessly: "Take off your clothes and hand them over. I'll ask the room service to wash them and dry them in a while."