After losing his memory, he confessed to his rival

"Next, prepare for the girls' department and the sports department."

The voice of the microphone came out of the loudspeaker, and the host also shouted to familiarize himself with the program flow.

Compared with people who rehearse over and over again, the host only needs to memorize the lines.

The speakers below the stage slowly released a deep tone, which involuntarily attracted everyone's attention to the stage.

The prelude of the girl group's song is depressing. The girls wear the same color costumes. They are like flowers blooming slowly on the stage. In the middle of the explosion, the girls on the stage are even smoother. It's like rehearsing hundreds of times and thousands of times. The singing and dancing are shown.

Their school only has half a day of practice time today. This venue is an old venue, and it can be regarded as a turning point. In the morning, a certain school came to rehearse, in the afternoon it was their turn, and in the evening it was another school's turn.

Every minute and every second of time is precious.

"Please have a cooperating smile."

Zhao Shufeng sat directly below the stage with a trumpet in hand. She was like the strictest mentor, selecting the best dancers of this year.

"Lu Bingyue, rhythm, rhythm!"

"The ones below are the audience, not your creditors. Where's your laugh?"

Lu Bingyue was named in public, and it was difficult to smile in the crowd.

She is not a real K-pop singer, so there is no need to be perfect in these aspects, right?

Although Lu Bingyue thought so, she still tried her best to perform as perfect as possible.

It's just that the more she wanted to behave well, the stiffer her smile became.

Facing the senior sister now, she really, really couldn't laugh.

Fortunately, Zhao Shufeng didn't notice Lu Bingyue's smile at all.

Zhao Shufeng stood up suddenly without putting down the horn in her hand. Her voice was like a sharp arrow, piercing everyone's eardrums.

"Lu Bingyue, follow up, haven't you eaten yet? Do you want me to treat you tonight?"

Several people who were arranging the high-level rehearsal of the student union over there looked over, especially Fang Wenya. Her gaze shifted from Zhao Shufeng's face to Lu Bingyue on the stage.

It looks like the same thing happens when you dance, right?

but--

However, isn't Zhao Shufeng's appearance a bit too severe?

It's unbearable for individuals to call and criticize people by name in public.

Fang Wenya hadn't seen such a strict Zhao Shufeng for a long time, and she was a little more serious when she was training with others to walk the tablecloth.

Halfway through the girl group's dance, the boys joined in. The girls stood aside, doing all kinds of coquettish movements that were both surprising and dissatisfied. Then the girls merged into the boys and started the final dance.

Lu Bingyue ended the rehearsal in a daze, her mind was in a trance.

She seems to have done something wrong, she shouldn't have a showdown with her senior at this time.

But soon, Lu Bingyue denied his thinking.

She can confess at any time, she just overestimated her mentality, she thought it would not be affected, but it turned out that the other party didn't respond at all, and she panicked.

On the one hand, I was afraid that my senior would never talk to her again, on the other hand, I was afraid that my senior would treat her like before, but the relationship was still the same as before.

Well, then such a relationship may be more difficult than when the other party didn't know it before.

Lu Bingyue came down from the stage, and the girls next to her surrounded her to comfort her.

Chen Zhaorui pulled Lu Bingyue aside, and Lu Bingyue shook his head, "I'll take a break."

"You have to adjust." Chen Zhaorui was a little worried.

There were people who had a good relationship with her beside her, and they were all held back by Chen Zhaorui, for fear of disturbing Lu Bingyue's calm mood at this moment.

The head of the sports department also followed. The boy was not very good at comforting others, so he stood opposite Lu Bingyue and said dryly: "Actually, you dance very well."

Lu Bingyue rolled her eyes at the other party, pursed her lips, said nothing, and then sat on the edge chair, as if she had been made independent by herself.

At this time, the sketches on the stage continued to perform, and they performed the famous scenes in The Legend of Zhen Huan.

There is nothing wrong with skits, as long as the actors perform well.

Fang Wenya ran over from one side, next to Zhao Shufeng, and also noticed something was wrong.

She also noticed that for a long time, Lu Bingyue had been in a trance, looking worried.

Fang Wenya couldn't help thinking about the incident in the morning again, could it have had such a big impact?

Looking at Zhao Shufeng again, she hasn't seen this ruthless look for a long time.

Although Zhao Shufeng didn't express her likes and dislikes towards Lu Bingyue, it didn't look like she hated Lu Bingyue. At least Zhao Shufeng didn't act with others, and she still had real emotions.

Could it be because of that love letter in the morning that there was a rift with him?

Zhao Shufeng was holding the horn in one hand and the mobile phone in his hand, occasionally glanced casually at the stage.

This skit was quite funny, and it lasted so long after watching it so many times, but just because she had watched it too many times, she knew the routine behind it, and coupled with her mood, she couldn't laugh.

Zhao Shufeng frowned, and remembered the love letter she had thrown in her bag——

If that ball of paper crumpled by Lu Bingyue can still be counted as a love letter.

Zhao Shufeng didn't understand, Lu Bingyue was inexplicable, intermittently.

If the image didn't allow it, she would have yelled hundreds of times in her heart.

Doesn't Lu Bingyue like Mingji?

What's the matter with turning a corner and chasing after yourself?

Mingji, is your charm just that small?

Zhao Shufeng tilted his head slightly, looked at Mingji, and seemed to have a sense of it, Mingji didn't know, so he had to look back, and gave her a smile.

Zhao Shufeng took it back calmly.

Indeed, Mingji seems to be a bit lacking in charm, and she looks bright when she smiles, but she always feels that something is missing, otherwise how could her heartbeat be so honest?

Zhao Shufeng's mood hadn't calmed down yet, Fang Wenya sat next to each other.

Fang Wenya said: "The prankster doesn't know how to restrain himself, and he doesn't know where Lu Bingyue provoked her."

So if there is any problem, don't push it all on the school girl.

Zhao Shufeng nodded and said, "I think so too."

Fang Wenya thought to herself, Zhao Shufeng was still reasonable, it was just that he was too angry just now.

Fang Wenya said: "Did you see that, when Lu Bingyue saw you just now, her little eyes were flustered, like she liked you, like a cat seeing a mouse."

Zhao Shufeng snorted softly with disdain, and said, "I think so too."

Fang Wenya thought it was a good start if people listened to it, and said: "I'm laughing to death, but the imitation of the handwriting is quite similar, and I almost hid it from me."

Zhao Shufeng pondered for a moment and said, "I think so too."

Fang Wenya came to her senses and said depressedly, "Can you stop being so perfunctory?"

"?" Zhao Shufeng turned his head, his face full of bewilderment.

"..."

While Fang Wenya was depressed, she raised her head and watched Zhao Shufeng stand up.

"What are you going to do—won't you really trouble your school girl?"

Zhao Shufeng smiled and asked, "Do I look like me?"

Fang Wenya hastily stopped her: "You can't say for sure, just now you said that about my junior, I guess she was about to cry."

Zhao Shufeng gave her a blank look, and then looked at Fang Wenya's hand holding his sleeve.

Fang Wenya let go weakly, and couldn't laugh or cry: "If you go now, she will probably cry even louder."

Zhao Shufeng walked in the direction of Lu Bingyue, but Lu Bingyue suddenly went to the changing room.

The people who were paying attention to Zhao Shufeng also saw it, and all looked over there.

It's terrible, I haven't seen Zhao Shufeng angry for a long time.

Most of them are used to Zhao Shufeng's elegant appearance, but they have forgotten the other party's vigorous methods, and they don't encounter too bad things for her to notice, but now, Lu Bingyue has obviously touched the scales of others.

"Did the school girl fall out of favor?"

Someone asked Fang Wenya, after all, Fang Wenya was the closest to Zhao Shufeng.

"Hahaha, how is it possible, isn't it still pampered?"

Fang Wenya watched the show.

This morning, she thought the two of them had made it clear, but Zhao Shufeng was still angry.

I don't know that Zhao Shufeng is really angry that Lu Bingyue was distracted just now, and he still has the anger from this morning.

The dressing room and the rehearsal were all gone, and there was no one there. No one could rescue her at this time.

There was no way for Lu Bingyue to avoid it, like a poor little friend who was caught by a friend playing hide-and-seek, discouraged and flustered looking in the mirror, followed by Zhao Shufeng.

Her courage seemed to have been exhausted in the morning, in the bathroom, in front of Zhao Shufeng.

Being able to steal such a bite on Zhao Shufeng's face, Lu Bingyue seemed to have only half his life left.

She really overestimated herself.

Lu Bingyue looked at Zhao Shufeng, and thoughtfully took out her clothes from the bag next to her.

Lu Bingyue: "I'll change clothes."

Zhao Shufeng was standing at the door, she raised her chin: "You change, I won't stop you."

Lu Bingyue's eyes widened: "Sister, are you sure?"

Of course Zhao Shufeng was sure, and sat down leisurely: "I'm not a man."

Lu Bingyue frowned, and subconsciously moved her throat, always feeling that what the senior sister said meant something.

She didn't dare to change her clothes anymore, and bravely stood in front of the senior sister again.

"Sister, what's the matter with you?" Lu Bingyue asked.

"Run so fast? Afraid I'll tell you?" Zhao Shufeng said.

Lu Bingyue shrank her head.

It's good that senior sister doesn't hate her now.

Zhao Shufeng looked at Lu Bingyue's aggrieved Bara, and said with a smile: "Why, why don't you say it?"

Lu Bingyue wanted to bury her head in the ground...

How can I say that?She knew how she danced, rightly so...

Lu Bingyue simply apologized: "I'm sorry, I was distracted."

Zhao Shufeng said: "You shouldn't say sorry to me, I'm sitting below, wasting time with you is your teammate."

Lu Bingyue's face was a little bloodshot at the moment, she thought that the senior sister was going to turn over the old score in the morning, she was both courageous and timid at the time, and ran away after doing something bad.

——But I didn't expect that the senior sister wanted to criticize her behavior just now.

It made her feel worse than digging through her old accounts from the morning.

Because everything she said was true.

Just when Lu Bingyue was almost unable to lift her head in silence, Zhao Shufeng's voice came into her ears with a slight smile: "Aren't you so good at beeping? Why is the language of confession so pale?"

"Ah?" Lu Bingyue raised her head suddenly, and met Zhao Shufeng's smiling eyes, as if she had bumped into another moment.

Why did you talk about her confession again?

Also, and why did she beep?

"Ah what?" Zhao Shufeng snorted softly, "Am I wrong?"

"Yep……"

Lu Bingyue reflected for a moment, and confessed what she had said.

In my memory, I said some nonsense.

She was ashamed that she had always called herself a master of brawlers.

Why did you say such a thing?

Shouldn't the confession first exaggerate the atmosphere, set up suspense, point out the center, and deepen the theme?

The atmosphere is so good, why did she say such a thing?

Thinking of what she said at that time, Lu Bingyue regretted for a while. She only cut to the point, pointed out the theme and repeatedly emphasized it, which sounded like a disadvantage.

Lu Bingyue drew a lot of hooks and crosses in her mind, but she didn't want the person in front of her to pinch her face, only pinching Lu Bingyue's soul out of her body.

Just as she was about to leave her body, she saw the mouth of the person in front of her move, and said in a pleasant voice, "Confession again."

"Confession again?" Lu Bingyue didn't understand.

Zhao Shufeng said concisely: "Yes."

Lu Bingyue's little heart came alive again, "If, if I confess my love again, will you agree?"

"What do you think?"

Zhao Shufeng smiled, and the smile in his eyes seemed a bit out of reach.

Zhao Shufeng glanced at Lu Bingyue, and hehehe took out a bunch of things from his pocket. The thing looked familiar, pink and tender, and there were writings on it. Lu Bingyue stared at Zhao Shufeng's palm.

Zhao Shufeng asked: "Also, whose love letter looks like this?"