There is always a man who falls in love with me [Quick Transmigration]

Every year, the club's welcome party is very lively, and this year is no exception.On the day we arrived at Fengcaiyuan, the school auditorium was full of people. Apart from the students who had distributed tickets, there were also many students who did not get seat tickets lying on the railing on the second floor of the auditorium waiting for the party to start.

The school leaders and the chairman of the association sat at the front of the auditorium, and saw a wheelchair in the middle of the first row, which was originally reserved for the principal. On the wheelchair sat a man wearing a black high-definition suit and gold rim The man with glasses, the man's handsome face and the friendly smiles of the surrounding school leaders caused many people to cast curious eyes in his direction.

But those eyes didn't last long, and they turned their attention to the stage of Fengcai Garden.

Today is a good day to watch a good show. Yesterday's rehearsal was spread by people with good intentions, and it quickly became known to everyone on the campus in just one day. As one of the two major clubs of Yude, the reputation of the Poetry Association is not worthy of its name. Every year, the Fengcai Garden is one of the most boring club programs in the whole school. This year, it was reported that the freshman Shen Yu wanted to take the manuscript to the stage and perform poetry recitation dryly. I heard that he couldn't even read the manuscript. cooked!

Wait for the Poetry Association to lose face!

Everyone thought gloatingly in their hearts.

The party was in full swing, and when it was the penultimate stage, the teenagers of the Basketball Association were vigorously performing various difficult fancy basketball performances on the stage. The sweat and dazzling smiles on the faces of the teenagers It caused the crazy screams of the female students in the audience and the eagerness of the boys. There is no doubt that after the performance, the threshold of the Basketball Association will definitely be broken by the freshmen.

The principal pointed at Fang Xian, who was the most handsome in the center of the stage, and smiled flatteringly at Shen Wenhua: "Master Shen, look, this kid Fang Xian is not only outstanding in academics, but also has strong athletic ability. He has earned a lot of money for the school."

Shen Wenhua smiled politely, "It's all because the principal teaches well."

"Where is it?" He said modest words, but the principal's eyes were filled with indescribable pride and pride.

"Encore", "Encore"...

After the Basketball Association's stage ended, the audience unanimously demanded the Encore stage. It was just a club party, but everyone's enthusiasm was no less than that of watching a wonderful concert. The atmosphere of the entire auditorium was pushed to a climax.

What?And the grand finale?who cares.

There was a sneer on Chen Xin'er's lips. The audience's reaction was undoubtedly the greatest affirmation of the stage they had prepared. In this case, the Poetry Association who appeared behind them suffered a big loss.

When Fang Xian got off the stage, Chen Xin'er immediately greeted her with a towel. Before she had time to say thank you, Fang Xian hurriedly took the towel from her hand and sat in the auditorium without even looking at her. , the beautiful eyes are full of anticipation and interest.

A trace of jealousy flashed across Chen Xin'er's beautiful face, but she quickly recovered her bright smile and sat down next to Fang Xian.

"Brother Fang, the show is over, let's go home." Chen Xin'er said coquettishly, holding Fang Xian's arm. The "home" she said referred to Fang Xian's high-end apartment in the suburbs of City A.

"If you're tired, go back first." Fang Xian said lightly.

If Fang Xian didn't leave, how could she go back alone?Looking at Fang Xian's indifferent expression, Chen Xin'er immediately thought of his radiant look when facing depression. Fang Xian is a man and woman, and seeing Shen Yu's face that is more delicate and cute than a girl, the sour water of jealousy almost To flow from her heart, she really doesn't understand, what's so good about a poem recitation?That's right, the embarrassment of Shen Yu last time wasn't enough, this time when he completely screwed up in front of the whole school, let's see what face he has to seduce Brother Fang!

Chen Xin'er thought bitterly, she winked at her suitor in the crowd, and that person booed in the auditorium as agreed, pushing the scene out of control.

"Why haven't the ones from the Poetry Association come out yet!" "God, do you know that the Poetry Association will arrange people to read manuscripts on stage this year? It's so funny!"

Su Li walked onto the stage slowly in such a chaotic situation.

He is wearing an ordinary white polo shirt and a pair of black denim trousers. His beautiful and slender legs are very eye-catching. Coupled with the young man's beautiful face, even the most ordinary clothes look good on him. They were different, and immediately caused the girls in the audience to scream, and some boys whistled in between.

The new student of the Poetry Association looks so good-looking? !

Some senior students who were planning to leave couldn't help thinking of staying to watch the performance the moment they saw Su Li come on stage.

The boy walked up to the center of the stage with a blushing face, and looked at the crowd of people under the stage. The audience was several times that of yesterday, and the place closest to the stage was the refined and mature face of his father. His eyes were so focused that the boy almost felt his own heartbeat. It's about to stop.

The failure of yesterday's rehearsal was vividly remembered. The young man hesitated and opened the black leather-wrapped poem manuscript with trembling hands. His actions really aroused a bombarding discussion in the audience.

"What's the matter, he really doesn't leave the script?" "Hey, this is also called a performance? I can do it." "Let's go"...

The auditorium was full of noise. Obviously, everyone was not interested in the next performance of the Poetry Association. What's more, they wanted to boo Su Li off the stage. The faces of the teenagers on the stage turned as red as a pig's liver.

Shen Wenhua's face darkened.

The principal was frightened and embarrassed, he said in panic, "Shen, Master Shen, these children are not usually like this..."

The headmaster kept winking at the chairman of the association, telling him to tell someone to quickly control the field, these ignorant brats!Do you know who is sitting here today?If he is unhappy...

The principal couldn't help but swallowed, and urged him even more, but the members of the Association of Learning and Society were just a few students, and they couldn't play any role in this chaotic situation. When the principal was burning with anxiety, Shen Wenhua approached the person in the corner Gao Sheng took a look, and the latter nodded. He gave several orders, and the originally noisy auditorium suddenly became quiet as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Needless to say, the means of the underworld, even a group of brats can't be dealt with, and Shen Wenhua has been the boss for so many years in vain.

Seeing that he suppressed the situation with two or three strokes, the principal retracted his head resentfully.

Su Li glanced gratefully in Shen Wenhua's direction, then nodded to the staff, the entire auditorium gradually darkened, leaving only a beam of white light above the boy's head illuminating the small world.

With no other people's voices, no extra light, everything around was pitch black, it was as if the boy was left alone in the whole world.

He breathed lightly, and slowly, he forgot the countless pairs of eyes staring at him in the dark, and his thoughts gradually focused on the poem manuscript in his hand.

Su Li's pause was too long. There were no noisy voices around, but many people also lost the fun of joining in the fun. The finale show was too boring, which made them think of leaving.

However, just as they were about to slip out of the auditorium, the young Qingling's voice echoed through the microphone throughout the auditorium——

It was an indifferent and ethereal voice, as if it penetrated through layers of fog and penetrated into the ears quietly through the layers of mountain curtains. His excitement seemed to be without much emotion at first glance, as if he was just narrating a rare and ordinary thing. However, the unspeakable forbearance and dangerous atmosphere implied in the words instantly attracted all the thoughts of the listener, making people stop for it involuntarily.

The boy's voice seemed to have a magical power, which made the poems that were already well-known by heart show a real picture scroll in front of people's eyes again through reciting. The audience involuntarily cast their eyes on the center of the stage. Plain and clean, he has no extra dresses on his body, and there is no background music to set him off. He simply recites the poem in his hand without too many expressions on his face. To be reasonable, a stage like this should be monotonous and boring Yes, but why aren't they bored at all? !

By the way, it's the sound!

The boy's voice is like the most powerful weapon in the world, and the emotional voice is enough to blast into anyone's heart through the eardrums!So he doesn't need any additions to embellish the stage!On the contrary, it is the teenager who refuses all external decorations to focus the audience's attention on his voice to the maximum.

Soon, the first stanza of the Yuefu poem passed quietly amidst the tighter and tighter breathing of the crowd, and the second stanza of the poem ushered in.

The indifferent emotion in the boy's voice gradually weakened, replaced by an increasingly tense atmosphere, cold and dangerous, as if he had emerged from the wet and sticky soil deep in the jungle, giving everyone a chill down their spines, Cold sweat dripped from his head.

"Hey, did you hear what he was reading?" The chairman of the Association of Students and Social Sciences swallowed and asked the secretary on the side.

"He's reading... the second stanza of the Modern Poetry Edition?" He could understand every word he read, and the corresponding picture even appeared in his mind, which is too evil!

But what's even more outrageous is... what he read after the first stanza of the Yuefu poem was the second stanza of the modern poem!

"Damn it... seamless connection, absolutely perfect..." The chairman was dumbfounded.

The chairman was not the only one who was frightened into a fool, and the audience present reacted one after another. They looked at each other, obviously seeing the shock in each other's eyes, and there were some students who couldn't react. Almost got up.

The third section is in English!It's also seamless!

what does this mean?

"The rhymes are all right...?"

"Let's forget Yuefu poems and modern poems, but English...????"

God, the three versions of "Fang" have the right rhymes at the beginning and end of each measure!Although it is not completely neat, it still sounds very rhythmic. Under the boy's enchanting voice, it does not feel abrupt at all. At first glance, it is believed that this poem is like this. Someone doubts!

"I really have goosebumps. Deep fish is so, so is depression. They are really enviable talents...Huh? The names of these two people...they shouldn't have any connection!" The chairman realized later. He looked back at Mo Wenxing, who responded with an expression of looking stupid.

Mo Wenxing looked at the young man immersed in his own world in the center of the stage. The cunning and hypocritical image in his memory seemed to be slowly replaced by the scene in front of him. Not only him, everyone present was deeply immersed in the poetic mood created by the young man In the midst of it, the passers-by who were waiting to see the joke really shut up and were astonished this time.

Read the manuscript?What happened to the manuscript?Does he look like he hasn't memorized the manuscript?People obviously put all their energy into reciting. If it is this level of performance, it doesn't matter whether they can get off the manuscript, okay?