Xu, who doesn’t eat chopped green onions

When it was late, only the first few rows were left empty in the big classroom, and the first two rows were full of seniors from various departments.Ji Wanfeng had no choice but to sit in the third row, and Jiang Mingjie naturally sat beside him.

It's rare for him to have the opportunity to get so close to Ji Wanfeng. In the absence of outsiders and no tit-for-tat, he can even smell the faint fragrance of the other's clothes when he gets closer.It seemed to be the smell left by laundry detergent, which reminded him of the laundry detergent he saw under the table that day when he was in Ji Wanfeng's dormitory, it had a very common lavender smell.

He doesn't like the smell of lavender very much, but after smelling the smell of Ji Wanfeng's clothes, he likes it again.

Ji Wanfeng didn't notice that someone next to him was quietly spying on him. He sat down and scrolled down his phone in boredom. He liked the meeting to end quickly, and checked to see if there was anyone who needed his help. There are only a few people.

The senior sisters and seniors really came to talk about the art festival. When they were about the same, they also asked all the staff if they would take the initiative to perform, but they didn't get a response.

This is normal, it is not easy to speak in front of other students, and it is also the case when the previous clubs have meetings. Everyone in the group chats privately with the person in charge to sign up.

The senior sister asked again, but still no one took the initiative to sign up, she couldn't help being a little disappointed.Last year's campus culture and art festival, their club messed up. None of the programs that were reported performed well. One was so nervous that he forgot his words, one sang high and broke his voice, and another sang halfway through. The microphone suddenly went silent... She didn't want to be in the same situation as last year again this year.This year she decided to choose someone by herself. It is best to sing well, not to be stage fright, and to be good-looking.

The senior sister looked around and caught someone playing with a mobile phone in the third row. Although he was playing with his mobile phone and didn't listen to the lecture, he was really good-looking. If this performance was performed, it would definitely attract a lot of attention.

"That classmate over there, can you perform at the art festival?"

For a moment, all eyes were on Ji Wanfeng, but he hadn't noticed it himself, Jiang Mingjie poked him with his finger at the side, and he knew that the senior was calling him just now.

Ji Wanfeng was suddenly spotted by the senior sister, raised his head to stare at her blankly, and asked blankly, "What are you performing?"

Seeing that Ji Wanfeng didn't refuse immediately, the senior sister asked what he should perform, and guessed that the other party probably meant to perform, so she said: "We belong to the Music Association, so the content of the performance should be Anything related to music, playing an instrument or singing, you see what you can do.”

"I don't know how to play musical instruments. Singing... I don't often sing." Ji Wanfeng answered honestly.

"Then how do you sing?" She cared more about this.

"It's average." It's not easy for him to comment on how well he sings, it depends on what others say.And he doesn't really want to be in the limelight. In this kind of music association full of music lovers, someone like him who voluntarily admits that he can't sing well will definitely be eliminated.

"Okay, then you can register first, and I will help you find a way if you can't sing well." After finishing speaking, he handed over a registration form.

Why did you suddenly decide? ? ?He didn't say he was going to perform? ? ?

The senior sister continued to say: "Let me tell you, for this event, performers add 0.6 credits, support staff add 0.4 credits, and simply go to the performances add 0.2, if you are unlucky and don't even get a movie ticket I don’t even have a single credit, and it’s very difficult to add college credits. On the contrary, once you go to the performance, you only need to sing a song, and you will have 0.6, and you don’t have to worry about singing badly, we can tune it for you on the spot If you really can’t do it, you can fake it, Ann, no one will care what you sing when you put your face there.”

Ji Wanfeng: "..."

"How about it, why don't you sign up?" Senior sister looked at him expectantly.

Confused, he was persuaded by the senior sister, and then he picked up a pen and wrote down his name and class student number on the form... What is the student number?

Their student ID number is very long, with eleven numbers, and he has only been in the university for more than a month, and he has not used the student ID number many times in this month, so he has not memorized the student ID number yet.So he took out his student ID card from his pocket, glanced at the student number on it, and filled out the registration form.

After filling it out, he put his student ID card back in his pocket, but Jiang Mingjie asked next to him, "Your birthday is November [-]?"

"Ah? That's right, what's the matter?" There were their ID numbers on the student cards, and Jiang Mingjie probably saw them just now.

"No, this day is quite special." Suddenly knowing about Ji Wanfeng's birthday, Jiang Mingjie felt secretly delighted that he had learned some little secret.

Ji Wanfeng also knows that this day is special, it's a shopping carnival, but fortunately he doesn't buy much online.

Maybe it was the beginning of Ji Wanfeng, and people signed up one after another after that. Including Ji Wanfeng who signed up for a total of six programs, the senior was so happy, and announced on the spot that everyone would come out on the weekend next week. Let's go, see how everyone is performing, and filter the program.

Ji Wanfeng looked at the other people who had signed up for the performance, and felt that he probably had no hope.

While lying in bed at night, Ji Wanfeng and Xu Xi exchanged messages again. Ji Wanfeng told Xu Xi about the art festival, and wanted to ask him if he should attend.

'Do you think I should go?If you don't go, why don't I deliberately sing out of tune when the time comes. 'He didn't believe that his sister could let him go if he sang out of tune.

Xu Xi replied, 'Let's go, I also really want to hear you sing. '

Then go, since Xu Xi has said so.

'Then what do you think I sing better? '

'like you. '

'I said the title of the song. '

"I'm just talking about the title of the song, "I Like You" by Beyond~"

Looking at the ~ at the end of the sentence, Ji Wanfeng could even imagine Xu Xi covering his mouth and laughing at the other end because of his misunderstanding, well, he felt that he might be a little narcissistic because of Xu Xi's habit.

"Cantonese songs, it's a bit difficult, I have to choose a program next weekend. '

'Come on, you're so smart, and don't you already know a little Cantonese? '

Ji Wanfeng's grandfather is from Hong Kong, his Mandarin is not good, and he can speak Cantonese from time to time. When Ji Wanfeng was young, he would go to his grandfather's place to stay for a while, and gradually learned a little Cantonese, but he forgot when he grew up. Most of it.

'That's OK, I'll give it a try. '

'Good~ I like you. '

Ji Wanfeng was just about to say if this is another song title, when Xu Xi sent him another one.

' is not the title of the song. '

I'm not narcissistic now, he thought.Looking at the last sentence that Xu Xi sent him, he wanted to reply, but he couldn't send out such disgusting words as "I like you too", and he had never sent such a message to Xu Xi.

In the end, he still sent a good night, pretending to respond to Xu Xi's words of liking. Although it was very vulgar, it was better than the straightforward words like I like you too, and he couldn't do it straightforwardly.

On the weekend of next week, he went to the appointment on time according to the location that his senior sister said. He also signed up with him, including two duets, three solo singers, and him.In addition, there are other members of the club, the ministers of various departments, the president, and a few people who are full and have nothing to do to watch the fun.

Among a group of people who were full and had nothing to do, Ji Wanfeng saw a Jiang Mingjie, so he also classified him as a group of people who were full and had nothing to do.

He didn't want to go to the performance too early, so he planned to wait until the previous performances were over before going.He didn't know if he wasn't professional enough, but he felt that the first few singers sang pretty well, except for some unavoidable stage fright and strings of words, there were no other problems, at least they didn't go out of tune or break their voices.

"It's your turn." Senior sister said to him.

"Okay." He walked to the stage in front of the classroom and took the microphone from the previous performer. At first he thought he would not be nervous, but when he really walked up to the stage and picked up the microphone, he realized that My heart was beating so hard that even my hands were shaking involuntarily.

The senior sister looked at him and asked, "Do you have no experience on stage before?"

"Yes, the first time." He pulled out a smile.

"Don't be nervous, no one will laugh at you if you sing wrongly, just treat the audience as green vegetables."

"okay."

Even though he said so, he was still nervous to death. He connected the original download to the mobile phone to the speaker, and the accompaniment sound without the lyrics flowed out slowly from the speaker. He lowered his head slightly, squeezed the microphone in his hand, and then started Sing the words.

The quality of the school's microphones is not very good. The original timbre flows out of the microphone, losing its original charm and only retaining a part of the timbre.In fact, when Ji Wanfeng sang on stage, he didn't know what he was singing at all. He just combined the melody and lyrics that jumped out of his mind and poured it out through his voice. Did he sing well? Whether it was wrong or not is another matter.

At the end of the song, there was a round of applause in the class. He only thought that it was the encouraging applause that would come after every program, so he bowed slightly to the audience.When I got off the stage, I heard the senior sister say: "You sing well! You are the first Cantonese song I saw."

He politely responded with a thank you.

"Cantonese songs are hard to come by, and you sing well, but you just stayed a little while standing on the stage. In this way, your program will be preserved, and then you can practice more how to interact with the audience. Would you like it? "

"Huh?" Just kept it like this?He didn't feel how good he sang, so he replied, "I, I don't know how to interact with the audience."

"Well, then can you play the guitar?" Sit on the stage with a guitar in your arms and sing, so you don't have to worry about interaction.

"will not."

"No, it's okay. Then you can pretend to play twice, and we will put the guitar sound in the accompaniment for you at that time. It's settled like that."

He didn't know whether he should be happy to have such a senior who arranged everything very thoughtfully.