On how to become the school flower's favorite

"Ah, so fast..." Meng Xingchen stammered and began to fiddle with his bangs.

Xue Lingran held down her dishonest hand, pursed her lips and smiled: "Relax, you have won an award."

"Ah? Really?" Meng Xingchen jumped up and screamed, "That's great. Is it the first prize?"

"You're thinking too much, it's just a prize." Xue Lingran couldn't help pinching her face.

Meng Xingchen was immediately discouraged: "Oh."

Winning is a consolation prize, and it can only be said that nothing is better than nothing.

"The time is so tight, and you are an amateur and this is the first time you participate in the competition, it's pretty good to get the winning prize. Moreover, your program has been adopted by the organizer, and there is also a bonus."

"Eh? That's not bad." Meng Xingchen's eyes lit up again immediately, "I'll treat you to dinner first, and then I'll buy a computer..."

"About this, I have something to tell you. Let's find a quiet place to sit down and talk while eating."

Seeing Xue Lingran being so solemn, Meng Xingchen became a little nervous again.

Seeing Xue Lingran taking her to eat her favorite spicy seafood pot, I felt more and more uneasy.

"Sister, what's the matter, just tell me."

"In the next month, I will be busy rehearsing my graduation project and New Year's concert program, so I may not have time to accompany you every day like now."

Unlike the mid-autumn party, which is full of singing and dancing, there are only performances by orchestras and vocal groups in the New Year's Day concert.It needs to be more high-end and western-style.

After all, the orchestra of University B is of a level that can participate in international competitions.

Therefore, all orchestra members have to put down what they are doing to rehearse in the month before New Year's Day.

Meng Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, where is senior sister going, where am I going, I will never disturb you."

Xue Lingran was taken aback for a moment, then stared at her blankly.

Meng Xingchen pouted: "Can't you? Then I'll wait for you in the design classroom."

Xue Lingran looked into her eyes: "Then what if I don't come back? For example, I graduated."

Meng Xingchen grinned: "It's so simple. I'll go to you during winter and summer vacations, and I'll go to you after graduation. You won't drive me away anyway. I'll write programs well. If the programs don't sell, I'll go to work. I Now that I know that I have this ability, I can always find a way to earn back the ticket money.”

Xue Lingran pursed her lips and said after a while, "En."

Meng Xingchen picked up some food for Xue Lingran, and asked, "Sister, is that just to tell me this?"

Xue Lingran shook her head: "No, what I want to tell you is whether you want to transfer to major in information technology."

Meng Xingchen was taken aback for a moment, then hesitated: "Will it be difficult?"

They've been enrolled for almost a semester.

"Think about it carefully. If you want to transfer, transfer as soon as possible." Xue Lingran said, "So, you have to save money, lest one day you have to pay tuition fees to earn living expenses. So don't buy a computer yet."

If she changes majors, she will definitely break with her family.

The money is fine, she doesn't want to make her parents angry.

"Got it." She lowered her head.

"Don't be afraid." Xue Lingran comforted her, "No matter what choice you make, don't regret it. I will support you. You only need to be responsible for your own life, and only you can be responsible for your life."

"Ah."

Meng Xingchen's serious face made Xue Lingran laugh, and peeled a shrimp for Meng Xingchen: "Let's eat."

Meng Xingchen also returned to his hippie smile: "Senior sister, you are the first person to help me peel the shrimp."

Xue Lingran gave her a hand: "Then you didn't eat shrimp when you were young?"

Meng Xingchen didn't notice Xue Lingran's strangeness at all, and focused on eating with his head buried: "When my brother finishes eating, the rest will be given to me. Usually there will be no leftovers. I started eating with the skin on, and then I learned how to peel the skin." gone."

Xue Lingran felt a dull pain in her heart again.She forced a smile, and peeled a few more shrimps for Meng Xingchen: "It's okay, I will love you in the future. Even if I'm not here, you have to love yourself."

"Okay." Meng Xingchen raised his head and smiled.

Her eyes were crooked and dimpled, which made Xue Lingran's nose a little sore.

Fool, can you survive this malicious world alone while I'm gone?

As expected, Xue Lingran was too busy to look up.She picked four of the ideas she had saved and started making renderings.

Now it's Meng Xingchen's turn to serve Xue Lingran tea and water every day to force her to eat.

Originally drawing pictures until it was dark, Xue Lingran still took three hours a day to go to the orchestra to rehearse.

Meng Xingchen decided to sit in the orchestra and wait for her with books and homework.

Just going to the orchestra will inevitably meet Meng Weining.

Meng Weining acted as if nothing had happened.

Meng Xingchen was a little apprehensive, blushed and called "Brother" and ran to the corner to sit.

Meng Weining also wanted to pretend to hug Xue Lingran, so that people could feel their passionate love.

As a result, Xue Lingran didn't even look at Meng Weining, and got up to avoid it.

Now it was Meng Weining's turn to be embarrassed, so he could only smile and sit down in his seat.

Meng Xingchen found Xue Lingran sitting in the middle.Although she knew nothing about musical instruments, she also knew that the one sitting next to the conductor was the first cellist.

As expected, Senior Sister Xue is the focus and leader wherever she goes.

Meng Xingchen was secretly proud.

The bandleader came in, a squat, slightly convex little old man.

Meng Xingchen did not dare to underestimate him. It is said that he is the top three professors in the Department of Physics.

The conductor said: "For this New Year's concert, the first piece will be more lively to cheer everyone up, and the following ones will follow our rules to play a few interesting ones."

Meng Xingchen didn't know what he meant by interesting.

Seeing that everyone started to frown when flipping through the music score, I realized that it turned out that it was interesting because it was difficult.

"Start with "Jacqueline's Tears"," said the conductor.

As soon as the baton was picked up, no one dared to speak indiscriminately.

The main theme of the cello is followed by the violin's interlude.Pulling the longbow makes people feel nervous.

Xue Lingran, who frowned slightly, seemed to be a goddess sitting alone on the silent ice.

Deep and gentle, life and death promise.

Only now did Meng Xingchen understand why Xue Lingran liked the cello.Because her temperament and character are closest to the cello.

It sounds cold and heavy at first, but it is only when it gets better that I realize that it is the most affectionate and affectionate one.

At the end of the song, Meng Xingchen found himself in tears.

The old professor coughed dryly: "This piece is not bad, it can make the audience cry. It's just that the violin is too much to grab. Meng Weining, you're just passing through here."

Meng Weining forced a smile: "Understood."

After every hour of practice, take a 10-minute break.

There were too many people talking around Xue Lingran, so Meng Xingchen could only watch quietly from afar.

After practicing for three full hours, everyone was exhausted, and the conductor let everyone go.

The conductor shook his head and said as he walked dissatisfiedly, "A lump of numbness, a lump of numbness? How did this get on stage?"

As soon as he left, the orchestra resumed its raucousness.

Someone imitated the old professor and sighed: "It's a ball of hemp, a ball of hemp. It took us three hours to wrap this ball of hemp, and it's amazing."

The others couldn't help laughing.

Xue Lingran pursed her lips and smiled while listening, packed her things leisurely, got down and led Meng Xingchen away.

Everyone thought that Meng Xingchen was here to wait for Meng Weining, but now seeing this, they couldn't help but tease Meng Weining: "Yo, your brother is not as close as your future sister-in-law."

Meng Weining couldn't hold back his face, so he could only smile awkwardly: "Girls, that's it."

It's just like this every time, everyone sees the problem, but it's not good to ask Meng Weining again, and talk behind his back: "The school girl and school girl are different from others even in love."