When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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Qian Ling originally thought that he would feel pain, but compared to this, what made him feel more deeply was the tremor in his soul, as if he had fallen into a thick darkness like ink, and there was a hand pulling him in the darkness. fall down.

For a moment, Qianling thought that she had failed in her mission.

But he didn't hear any prompt from the system.

"Shallow spirit,"

"Shallow Spirit?"

An unfamiliar voice kept calling his name, making his ears ache.

Is this a new copy?

Suddenly, the scene in front of him became clear again.

In the bright and clean auditorium, there are rows of empty red velvet audience seats under the stage. From time to time, a few students wearing school uniforms and suits pass by.

Qian Ling froze for a few moments.

The high platform, magic circle, and live broadcast before waking up all disappeared. No matter how much he called the name of the system in his heart, there was no response. It seemed that all this was an absurd Nankeyimeng.

What exactly is going on?

Everything in front of him was so familiar, exactly the same as the daily world deep in his memory.

"Qianling, why are you in a daze?" The student in front of him stuffed him with a few pieces of paper, and said, "Hurry up and rehearse again. You are the finale of the welcome party for freshmen tonight."

Qian Ling took the paper in a panic, and when he wanted to ask something, the man had already walked away.

He looked down at the paper in his hand.

The content on the paper is a piano score that is not low, but it is very familiar to Qian Ling, and it can be regarded as a piece that he can play with his eyes closed.

Qian Ling put the music score on the piano music stand with a heavy heart.

In his memory, there is also such an experience.

The grades in Qianling culture are very poor, so she started to be an art student very early.

Because he was admitted in advance by the art school, he didn't have to take the college entrance examination, and because of his own appearance, he would be pushed out whenever there was an event, and he would be put on a show like a duck.

And this time at the welcome party for freshmen, Qian Ling came on stage as a senior in high school.

The director of the department originally planned to let Qian Ling be the host, but Qian Ling, who would blush whenever he met a crowd, refused decisively, and the other party gave him the next best thing and arranged a piano performance for him.

But how could this experience happen again?

Qian Ling took a deep breath and put his hands on the keys.

With his fingering, the black and white keys fluctuate up and down, flowing out melodious notes, converging into a cheerful piece of music.

Everything feels so real.

At the end of the song, Qianling breathed a sigh of relief.

The applause from behind interrupted Qian Ling's chaotic thoughts.

He turned his head, and all he saw were unfamiliar faces, who seemed to be students who were preparing for the evening welcome party, applauding and giving him admiring and admiring eyes.

Qianling closed the piano cover, stood up and bowed slightly.

Under what could be called scorching gazes, Qian Ling walked out of the auditorium.

Different from the proper lighting indoors, the white sky light outside made him squint his eyes, feeling dazed and puzzled for a while.

Qianling tried to call the system's name in her heart again, but failed as before.

He couldn't help sighing.

"It seems that the rich young master also has something on his mind."

An unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded beside him, Qian Ling was taken aback, took two steps back, and put his heels on the steps of the door.

When he was about to fall, a strong arm hugged him around the waist.

Against the skylight, Qian Ling's pupils narrowed slightly.

The boy in front of him was wearing a school uniform, with a round head shaved close to the scalp, and the scalp where the end of the eyebrows were facing diagonally seemed to have been shaved. If you looked carefully, you would find that it was a scar.

The boy's facial features are very three-dimensional, with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, but his lips are thin, which makes him look very difficult to mess with.

But at this moment, the other party carefully held him in his arms, and asked in a completely different tone from before, "...you, are you okay?"

Qianling was stunned for a few seconds, and after remembering who the person in front of her was, she straightened up quickly and opened the distance between the two, "It's okay."

In Qianling's memory, the two had no intersection.

But the boy in front of him is a well-known bastard in their school. According to the comments of the classmates around Qian Ling, his great deeds, from fighting to romantic love history, have exceeded Qian Ling's cognition of middle school students.

The long eyelashes of the young man in front of him drooped slightly, obviously frightened.

The boy pursed his lips, with a bit of irritability and annoyance on his expression.

Seeing this, Qian Ling couldn't help feeling a little nervous, and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything else you can do? I'll leave first..."

As he said that, he turned around and wanted to slip away.

"and many more."

After being stopped by the other party, Qian Ling's heart tightened, and she turned around slowly, only to see the tall boy striding towards the vending machine in the corner, pressing the keys so hard that he seemed to be punching someone.

With a bang, a bottle of drink fell out.

The boy bent down to pick it up from the groove below, turned around and walked towards Qian Ling.

At first, Qian Ling thought that the other party wanted to hit him with a can, so he couldn't help but took another step back.

But before he had time to run away, the other party had already walked in front of him again, with something cool stuffed into his palm, and the boy said sullenly, "The performance went well tonight."

Qianling was slightly stunned.

Before he could react, the other party had already disappeared quickly.

Qian Ling frowned, trying to recall the other party's name, but a call interrupted his memory.

"Why did you come out? The instructor is here, let everyone gather to listen to the arrangement." A strange student looked at the drink in his hand and said casually: "You bought it yourself? This taste is quite suitable for you of."

Qian Ling lowered her head, looking at the bottle of drink that was forcibly stuffed in her hand.

The slender can bottle body is packaged in pink and white colors, with a big peach painted on the top, a fruity drink.

"It was given by someone else."

The boy just now seemed to be different from the one he heard in the rumors. Although he didn't do it voluntarily, he took other people's things. It's not good that he doesn't even remember his name.

Qian Ling briefly described the other person's appearance, and asked, "Do you remember his name?"

The face of the other party changed slightly, and there was a bit of fear in his eyes. If it wasn't for the person in front of him who asked the question, he even suspected that he was deliberately finding fault, "You don't even remember Yan Zekai's name?"

"Could it be that the thing in your hand was given by him?"

Qianling hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The other party instantly looked like he had seen a ghost. It was really unexpected that such a flattering behavior would be done by that kind of person.

But when he looked at Qian Ling's face in the next second, he found the answer in an instant.

Qian Ling, who is wearing a milk coffee-colored suit, is obedient and expensive, just like a young master from a rich family.

Qianling followed her classmates back to the auditorium.

On the other side of the secret corner, Yan Zekai, who should have gone far away, hid furtively, poked half of his head, and looked all the way until he could no longer see anyone, then reluctantly looked away.

"Boss, have you delivered your confession letter?" Another boy standing behind him asked.

Yan Zekai's expression changed, "What letter?"

"Don't pretend, I don't see you looking up in class. Today I was writing in class while looking up information on my mobile phone. After finishing writing, I put it in an envelope mysteriously. It's not a love letter, what is it%3F"

The boy said: "By the way, boss, it turns out that what you like is the beauty of our school. Many people like him."

"Like him?" Yan Zekai snorted disdainfully, "How could I like him. For a rich young master like him raised in a greenhouse, I guess the more people like him, the more he will enjoy it."

"..." The boy didn't dare to show it, and just rolled his eyes in his heart, "Tonight's welcome party for new students, I heard that the young master from the rich family will be on stage, are you still going to see it?"

Yan Zekai glanced at him contemptuously, and said angrily, "I wouldn't watch it if I had him? What logic."

At the end, he added, "Remember to take a better position."

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Although Qian Ling didn't understand the current state, he didn't perceive the danger.

"Qianling, don't be distracted." The instructor called his name in front of everyone. "Your program is at the end, there must be no problems, understand?"

Qian Ling nodded, put away all the doubts for the time being, as if she had returned to her original life, let's take a break for a while.

Night fell slowly.

The originally empty auditorium was full of first-year high school freshmen, and Qian Ling, who was sitting behind the scenes, could clearly hear the noise in front of him from a distance.

Repercussions can come from every show.

After a long wait, she finally heard that the host was about to announce the show. Qian Ling took a deep breath and straightened her collar. After waiting for a while, the last show ended.

The lights on the stage were dimmed, and there were noisy conversations under the stage. Taking advantage of this gap, several strong male students worked together to put the piano on the stage.

Qian Ling walked onto the stage in the dark.

The only light on the stage fell on the piano, and the warm yellow light separated that small area from the world.

And the young man sitting in front of the piano is like an independent little prince, with lowered eyes, small and delicate outline, white and slender fingers lifting the piano cover.

The surrounding discussions seemed to be closed, and they were excluded in an instant.

With the dancing of fingers, the pleasant music slowly fell into the ears of everyone present.

After the song ended, he couldn't get out of the atmosphere for a long time, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise a few degrees following the scorching gaze.

There was silence in the auditorium.

In the auditorium, Yan Zekai's gaze was like a wolf staring at its prey. He was the first to raise his hand, and applause rang out.

This action seemed to wake up the sluggish audience, and the rest of the audience applauded, and the applause was instantly thunderous, almost toppling the ceiling.

Qianling stood up and bowed slightly to the audience.

The applause from the audience came to his ears, which was extremely real and lively.

This is his real life.

If only I could stay here forever.

[The author has something to say: This chapter has a lot of memories, and the next chapter will also have a part. 】