Rebirth of the tea art man

"Let's do it a little bit!"

"It's better than what she looks like."

Out of the corner of Lin Cheng's eyes, he glanced at the pale girl, feeling somewhat distressed.

She really hasn't changed at all.

Stubborn, narrow-minded, but strong and gentle!

Obviously hurt like this, but still want to perform on stage and win honor for the class, it's really stupid to the bone.

"He's a fart, I've never heard him sing before!"

"You want to show off again? The last time the whole school reviewed, it wasn't enough!"

"Maybe he took advantage of the situation, didn't you see that he was still holding Song Yi's hand?"

"Wow, really! Is this sexual harassment?"

"Awesome, I never noticed it before, this guy is so perverted!"

……

Among the students queuing up, there were whispers of discussion.

You hear someone talking about you, but you can't tell who it is.

These people hide behind the group, scold you in front of you, and don't want you to find out.

"You let me go!"

"I don't need you to replace me!"

Song Yi pulled hard and broke free from his hand, his pale face showing a stubbornness.

"I said Lin Cheng, this time is not your school-wide review performance."

"You really think you're great, don't you?"

"If Principal Chen hadn't stopped you last time, you would have been scolded to death by Director Guo long ago."

"Do you want to compare yourself to the ballet that Song Yi practiced since childhood?"

"This is the third year of high school. It's the last year. All the honors of the 11 students in our Class 46 are..."

Hearing the discussions of the students around her, Liu Li remembered the whole school's review, and immediately became angry.

As the head teacher, she was often scolded by Guo Lichun, because Lin Cheng was not big or small, and even the school leaders dared to joke in front of her face.

"Mr. Liu, who is on stage in your class?"

"Hurry up, everyone is waiting!"

The music teacher hurried over.

He was in a hurry, and he was already impatient.

"Teacher, it's me!"

Lin Cheng raised his hand high.

"Then why are you still standing?"

"Hurry up and follow me!"

As soon as the music teacher pulled him up, he quickly walked towards the auditorium.

"Forehead……"

"Hey?"

"Wait... wait a minute!"

"Ugh--"

"Forget it!"

Liu Li was stunned for a few seconds, and just when she realized it, she wanted to step forward and stop her.

However, when she saw Song Yi's pale face, she had no choice but to admit it.

That's it, leave it to fate.

Anyway, at worst, follow that kid Lin Cheng and lose face again!

In the auditorium, rows of students were sitting densely.

The high schools in the county seat are not very good. More than 2000 students are crowded together in a dark place.

And in the background, students in each class who are preparing to perform on stage, put on makeup, and change clothes.

Some are looking at the lyrics, and some are adjusting the instruments.

Erhu, guitar, violin, piano...

From the first year of high school to the third year of high school, there are only a few students who can participate in the New Year's Day party.

After all, learning art requires family wealth!

For children from rural areas, if they can be admitted to high schools in the county, they are already smoking from their ancestral graves.

As for singing and dancing, piano and guitar, those are things that rich people play, so don't even think about it.

Even if it is the simplest singing, 90% of the students probably have never even used a microphone before, and they will immediately reveal their secrets as soon as they come on stage.

"Come on, high school (1) class, hip-hop performance - "Dangerous"!"

"Xu Lijia from Class Three (2) of Senior High School brings you a piano piece - "For Alice"!"

"I invite Xue Kai from class 3 ([-]) to perform the famous erhu song-"Ten Thousand Horses Galloping"!"

……

The sequence of the New Year's Eve party every year is from the third year of high school to the first year of high school, one class after another in order, and each class can be allocated about 3 minutes.

As for Lin Cheng, who is in the third (11) class of high school, he will not be able to appear on stage until half an hour later.

"Student, how long will it be my turn?"

Lin Cheng was holding a thermos cup, which was brewing brown sugar ginger tea day after day.

The gray line of the grass snake, the veins are thousands of miles away.

He has been preparing for so long, just waiting for this day to launch a general attack!

These days, there is no warm man who is caring, only a scumbag in the city!

Domineering and tough, stand on stage for my sister.

Turn around and do another hand, gentle care, warm heart and considerate.

In the sharp contrast of back and forth, this wave was also won!

"you?"

"You don't know how to listen to the announcement?"

"Wait!"

The student in charge of the background is Sun Zhixue of the radio station.

He looks average, but his size is considered an "official". He has always been arrogant in school, and he really regards himself as a leader.

She had confessed her love to Feng Sijia before, and they had been entangled for a long time.

Thinking that he is condescending and condescending, and reluctantly talking about a scumbag girl, he must be sure of it.

But I didn't expect that after half a year of tossing, I still haven't even got a hand.

That's fine.

The last time Feng Sijia wrote a love letter to Lin Cheng, it made him lose face in front of many buddies.

In the eyes of these brats, if I like XX, then XX belongs to me.

Anyone who robs him will be provocative in public and will not give him face.

In a situation like Lin Cheng's, the green hat, a slam dunk, was directly placed on his head.

Shame!

The girl he couldn't ask for, but took the initiative to confess to others, but he still didn't like it at all.

This kind of thing can't be said to be a mountain of kindness, at least it can be said to be sworn to death!

"Fine!"

Naturally, Lin Cheng could tell that this bum was deliberately targeting him.

It's fine if you don't mention the playing time, and you didn't even ask about the accompaniment tape needed for singing.

Just waiting for him to embarrass himself in front of the teachers and students of the school.

But, who are we?

The surname Lin in the Chinese music scene is not Hua!

Accompaniment?

Not required!

It's over with a cappella explosion.

"Next, Lin Cheng from Class 11, Senior Three, will bring you a solo..."

The host who was in charge of reporting, looked at the manuscript and suddenly froze.

No tracks!

Because it was a temporary replacement, the ballet "Swan Lake" originally prepared by Song Yi was suddenly replaced by Lin Cheng's solo.

She even forgot to ask what song Lin Cheng was going to sing.

At this time, the hostess looked at the manuscript in her hand, smiled awkwardly, and didn't know how to step down.

At this time, a big boy, wearing a simple hooded sweater, walked onto the stage.

In the astonished eyes of the hostess, she took the microphone and smiled—"Let me do it!"

"Good, good!"

The well-dressed girl immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly stepped back, giving way to the stage.

Swish!Swish!Swish!Swish!

Under the stage, there are more than 2000 students and hundreds of teachers from Beiyang Middle School.

Countless eyes focused on the stage, staring at the boy.

Everyone recognized him.

Lin Cheng!

Last time in front of the whole school, he was a scumbag who shirked responsibility and bullied girls.