Peripheral vision flooding

Early in the morning, what they talked about most probably was the air conditioner that was just installed yesterday, making it look like someone who hadn't used the air conditioner in 800 years.

No one paid attention to the girl's affairs, and Lin Ziqiu didn't deliberately inquire about the follow-up, everything was just mere passing, forget it, forget it.

When I went back to the dormitory, I heard boys practicing songs in the dormitory on the first floor. The tunes were obviously on it, but how should I put it...it was weird, like singing mechanically.

I went upstairs without much care.

After finishing those troublesome homework, it is mainly physics.After taking a shower, I lay on the bed and swiped my phone.

Seeing someone discussing something in the class group, I clicked on it for a while.

Zhao Baixian: By the way, it will be a music evening in three or four days, right?

A classmate: It seems so.

Zhao Baixian: That's right, who will be in our class?

Fu Yan: First exclude you.

A classmate: +1

A classmate: +2

A classmate: +23

Zhao Baixian: What a loss to you guys!

Zhao Baixian: Tsk, get back to business!Who is in our class?How can you hold down the head of the class <[-]> next door.

Hao Chuan: Why don't you vote, it's fair, just and open.

Zhao Baixian: I agree.

Zhao Baixian: I'll come first, I'll vote for Brother Jiang!

Fu Yan: Add one.

Hao Chuan: Add two.

……

So, they launched a seemingly meaningful vote...

until--

Lao Qi: All the contestants are directly drawn by the leaders. The ones drawn by our class are Zhao Baixian, Song Jiu and Lin Ziqiu.

It's a pity that there is no popular player who is very popular.

Seeing this, Lin Ziqiu felt worried, what about singing?Just him?Just him?funny?

"Brother!" shouted loudly.

Jiang Zihan came out of the bathroom, was wiping his hair with a towel, smelling it to him: "What are you doing?"

Lin Ziqiu stood up and leaned against the corner of the bed: "Just, tell me about the Shilaozi music show."

Jiang Zihan raised his eyebrows: "Yo? Are you so invisible? Have you learned how to order people?"

Lin Ziqiu paused, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "If you want to talk about it or not, I'll ask Zhao Baixian if you don't."

Jiang Zihan made a "stop" gesture: "Yes, my fault."

Lin Ziqiu narrowed his eyes interestingly: "Wrong? You are right! I was wrong! I shouldn't have ordered you."

Jiang Zihan begged for mercy: "I was wrong, it was me, you order, order as you like!"

Lin Ziqiu waved his hands and sat back on the bed: "No need, it's still my fault!"

Jiang Zihan smiled and stepped forward to pinch his face with one hand: "Advancing an inch? Huh?"

Lin Ziqiu hurriedly reached out to pat his hand: "Hey! It hurts! Brother!"

Jiang Zihan ignored him, pinched for a while, then went to turn off the light, and lay on the bed listening to the sound of breathing.

"The music evening is a music competition. Each class selects three people to choose a program. On the night of September No. 13, the performance will be held in the school auditorium. All teachers and students will vote and win prizes."

Lin Ziqiu said oh.

Full of dissatisfaction.

There was a smile in Jiang Zihan's voice: "So angry?"

Lin Ziqiu said angrily, "Do I dare?"

Jiang Zihan raised his hand to touch the remote control, and turned on the air conditioner: "What else?" After a pause, he asked again: "Does it hurt?"

Lin Ziqiu sneered: "Would you like to try?"

Jiang Zihan shook his hand: "No, no, let's go to sleep."

Lin Ziqiu ignored him, and Xiao Bo, who was drawn aside, covered his stomach, touched his face with his hand, and then put it down again.

The sound of the air conditioner starting echoed in my ears, but it couldn't cover the deafening heartbeat.

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The song was decided by Zhao Baixian, it's not a very popular song, it's about youth, about teenagers.

"Why don't you share the lyrics and dance again?" Song Jiu suggested.

Lin Ziqiu thought for a while and said: "Let me dance, I can't sing very well, I'm out of tune."

Zhao Baixian also nodded: "You all have seen my singing, and you know all about my level, so...how about this, Song Jiu C's lead singer, and Ziqiu and I dance on both sides? Will it work?"

Song Jiu didn't care, he could do it, but Lin Ziqiu said "that would be the best".

The moves that they want to dance are quite difficult. After several days of being unable to think of moves, the three decided to pick a dance from the Internet.

Because I'm a sophomore in high school, I'm already busy with my studies, and taking time out to rehearse is already out of my busy schedule, so Lin Ziqiu didn't talk to Jiang Zihan much these days.

Jiang Zihan misinterpreted it as "indifferent" in a disguised form.

So much so that when Lin Ziqiu asked him a question, he always answered with a straight face.

Lin Ziqiu was puzzled: "Are you okay?"

Jiang Zihan faked a smile: "It's okay."

Lin Ziqiu asked worriedly, "Are you all right?"

Jiang Zihan smirked again and said, "It's okay."

Lin Ziqiu didn't care about him, and went back with those topics in his hands.

Jiang Zihan stared at him speechlessly, didn't he?One more question, will you lose a piece of meat or die?ah?If you ask one more question, don't I just say tm?very good!As expected of his good brother!really not bad!

In the midst of busy and tedious study, it is a blessing in life to have a free time.

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Lin Ziqiu knew that his brother was upset, very, very upset, but he didn't know why, so he didn't know how to coax him, and Jiang Zihan didn't even intend to speak up.

"What's wrong with you two? Did you quarrel?" Song Jiu was always absent-minded when he saw him.

Lin Ziqiu shook his head, then nodded again. It was a quarrel, but it didn't seem like there was a quarrel.

Song Jiu gestured "Understood" and pushed his shoulders, expressing his helplessness.

"How about you coax him?"

"But I don't even know why he is angry, how can I coax him?"

"Ah, this, this... difficult..."

"Eh……"

The show kicked off at 07:30 on Wednesday night, and the three of them were second on stage.

Zhao Baixian also ordered costumes for this performance, in the style of summer teenagers.

Until half an hour before the opening, Lin Ziqiu didn't see Jiang Zihan, so he couldn't help being a little, um... not very comfortable.

After taking a few deep breaths, he went to change his clothes first—the kind of casual black-bottomed white trousers, and put on a short-sleeved shirt with the words "Young and Young" printed on the back.

It didn't take long to change clothes, but he stayed in the changing room for at least ten minutes.

He was a little nervous and had difficulty breathing for a while, but repeated adjustments still had no effect.

Only the mechanical dance scene played back in his mind over and over again, he forgot that feeling, that feeling of memory, he lost it.

Suddenly the door of the dressing room was pulled open—Jiang Zihan walked in, turned around and closed the door.

The small space is really a bit crowded for two people.

"Brother?" Lin Ziqiu called out in doubt.

Jiang Zihan looked at him, hummed lightly, and gave him a bottle of water, Lin Ziqiu took it and raised his head to drink a couple of mouthfuls.

He didn't know whether it was the bottle of water, the person who brought it, or both that calmed him down.

Jiang Zihan sat with him for a long time, raised his hand and patted his shoulder before leaving, then slapped him hard on the head, rubbed him again before he could react, and said softly: "I wish you Good luck to you~"

The murderer ran away after the execution, and it was time for him to play, so the murder case had to be left alone.

Because the style of the whole song is extremely gentle and nostalgic, the dance that was chosen is also very soothing, but the chorus part in the middle will be slightly changed.

"Next, please, the song and dance brought by Zhao Baixian, Lin Ziqiu, and Song Jiu from class four of senior high school——"Youth""

As soon as the announcer finished speaking, several people stayed on the stage and walked away.

Maybe Jiang Zihan's words really worked. After he got on the stage, he didn't feel nervous at all. All he could think of was the phrase "Good luck~" which was like a demon.

"It's showtime."

The so-called modification is actually just adding a few quick movements, one of which is...well, lift the shirt twice.

Lin Ziqiu could hear the boiling voices in the audience at that time, and they were mainly girls.

In fact, this combination can be made into a god, with talent and beauty, it can be called the perfection of perfection, at least in Zhao Baixian's mind, he thinks so.

Song Jiu's voice is very clean, with the vigor and vitality of his youth. Even his eyes seem to have infinite nostalgia and remembrance of the lost youth.

The end of the song, the end of the dance.

After the game, Lin Ziqiu saw Jiang Zihan standing next to the locker room.

"You didn't go to sit?" Lin Ziqiu was asking him, didn't you go to watch?Don't you want to watch me dance?

Jiang Zihan shook his head: "I see."

Lin Ziqiu questioned: "Is it okay?"

Jiang Zihan replied with a smile: "It's perfect, class <[-]> is no match at all! It's crushing and wins!"

"Is that so, I'm a little flustered."

Lin Ziqiu smiled—fake, and stretched out his hands quietly, pretending to be stretching, and suddenly called out to the top of Jiang Zihan's head.

However, the heavens are not beautiful, this slap has not been slapped, and I have been slapped again.

"Little thing, I don't know what your plan is?" Jiang Zihan smiled and grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

Lin Ziqiu hissed, with a look of displeasure.

"Okay, let's go and watch for a while." Jiang Zihan said and pulled people to sit down on the stage to watch other classes perform.

<[-]> Who are those in the class—Lin Ziqiu didn’t remember the names, anyway, it’s just who, those three people, how should I put it, if it’s according to his thinking, it’s right, the singing is really too... Rotten……

Only then did he discover that the singing boy in Class [-] was the... mechanical voice in the dormitory on the first floor.

Ok……

Although it is summer, the summer nights are still very cold, and the air conditioner is turned on in the room.

Lin Ziqiu rubbed his arms, regretting that he didn't put on his coat just now, and now he's frozen like a dog here.

Suddenly, a piece of clothing was covering her body, and there was a faint fragrance of green grass, which smelled a little bit nice.

Looking up, it was Jiang Zihan who took off his coat and covered him up, and he himself had long sleeves inside.

So Lin Ziqiu put it on with peace of mind.

"Thank you bro!"

Sitting next to him, Jiang Zihan replied flatly, "You're welcome."

Everything didn't end until after eight o'clock, so I had to wait another two days.

When returning back, Lin Ziqiu found that the temperature outside was a little higher than indoors, and after walking for a while, he was no longer cold, but still slightly hot.

So he took off his coat and returned it to Jiang Zihan.

"hungry?"

Lin Ziqiu nodded: "A little bit, I didn't eat much at night."

"I have a little too. Go to the commissary, just turn a corner."

"Row."

This time, the words were finally accurate, and it really arrived just after turning a corner.

It's so late, there are only the little boss who is still chasing dramas and the lights of the house in the canteen.

"I wanted to say it when I first came back, this is like a small supermarket!" Lin Ziqiu said with emotion.

Jiang Zihan paused and put his arms around his shoulders: "Then why didn't you say it the first time?"

As if he didn't expect him to ask such a question, he thought for a while and replied, "Unfamiliar?"

Jiang Zihan nodded: "Oh, I'm not familiar." Then he asked, "Then is it familiar or not?"

Lin Ziqiu pointed to the watermelon: "Do you think it's ripe?"

Jiang Zihan knew without looking at it: "It's familiar."

"That's it."

Jiang Zihan smiled and said nothing.

Yes, the watermelon is ripe, so what should I do?Eat it dry!