On the second day of the school celebration, the evening self-study on Wednesday night was canceled, and it was replaced by a performance of each grade in the school auditorium.
First a short chorus performance in each class, followed by individual performances.
Before the chorus performance, the school had already rehearsed the music lessons every week. It didn't take too much time, but the results were not bad.
The clothes worn by the chorus are different for each class, selected by the class committee, with different styles.
Su Qiuge's class selection is quite satisfactory. The boys wear a white shirt with a jacket similar to a small suit and a bow tie, and the girls wear a Western-style skirt.
Before the show, parents who came to visit the school celebration helped with makeup. It was the first time for Su Qiuge to do makeup at school and felt a little novel. After finishing all this, Wen Mingming came here to play with her while waiting in line to play.
Wen Mingming's class was idyllic. She also brought a small straw hat. She specially brought a thermos cup for Su Qiuge. In the thermos cup was the soup that her mother made before she came to visit.
Su Qiuge was just hungry, and after drinking the soup in front of her, Wen Mingming looked at her and smiled.
Su Qiuge was a little puzzled, so he heard Wen Mingming jokingly say, "Why don't you pay attention, the lipstick is all eaten up."
Su Qiuge didn't care much at first, "When you're done eating, let's finish it."
She doesn't usually wear lipstick anyway.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Mingming disagreed and said, "But you have all makeup on, and your lip color is relatively light, so it looks a little strange. Qiu'er, you are so handsome when your class sings. Take it, promise me not to be so casual, okay?"
This is an unspoken rule. Every class will have the responsibility of appearance when they chorus. The person responsible for appearance usually stands in the front row or in the center. Anyway, it is the place where the C position can notice.
Wen Mingming was just about to take out his lipstick to put makeup on her, when he suddenly lowered his head and noticed Su Qiuge's shoes.
She said in shock, "Why are you still wearing sneakers?"
Su Qiuge was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that she had tried the leather shoes in class before. She felt that walking was awkward, so she thought about wearing it on her body first, and then going to the backstage to change it when she was about to take the stage.
Who knows because of the food and forgot about it.
Su Qiuge patted his head, "I put it in the backstage."
Wen Mingming held his forehead and sighed softly, "Why don't you go to the dressing room to put on your shoes, and stop by the dressing room to touch up your makeup."
After thinking about it, she leaned over and whispered to her, "You are the one who supports the beauty of the girls in your class, you must have the responsibility as a facade, don't be so casual. "
The order of the chorus is in the order of drawing lots. The first one is class 8, and the second one is class 1. Most of the people in class 1 are in line.
Su Qiuge glanced at Class 8 on the field at this time, and said softly, "But I'm going now, what if I can't catch up by then."
Wen Mingming took out the lipstick from the bag and handed it to her, urging her, "It's alright, I'm here to help you watch, and I'll urge you when it's really about to play!"
Only then did Su Qiuge nodded, took the lipstick and walked towards the backstage.
There is a small backstage behind the school's performance stage. It is said that the backstage is actually a very small room, not too big. Su Qiuge remembered that when he went to visit before, he saw a mirror waiting for people in it.
But I heard that there was a boy playing basketball in the teaching building last week, and just smashed the mirror. Director Xu searched the surveillance and couldn't find anyone. He was so angry that he could only bring the basketball to the teaching building. The originator of Su Yuanzhou gave him a severe scolding.
At this time, there were relatively few people outside the backstage. Su Qiuge went in to find the room where she put her shoes before. She found that there seemed to be someone in it, maybe someone in her class who was about to go on stage was changing clothes. Thinking of this, she knocked on the door. , and said to the people inside, "Classmate, I have a pair of shoes in the corner of this room, can you hand them out for me?"
At this time, there was a strange silence inside, and not long after that, the door was opened, and the person inside said in a deep voice, "Come in and get it."
Just when Su Qiuge felt that the voice was a little familiar, she was dragged in, and then the door behind her slammed shut, and she looked up and saw Xie Xinglin in a white shirt.
He seemed to be interrupted by her in the middle of changing his clothes. There were still a few buttons on the neckline that were not fastened, and it was slightly open, revealing a sexy collarbone, and a black bow tie was tangled in his hands.
Su Qiuge was stunned for a while, and after a quick glance at him, she looked away, lowered her head, and tried not to show any expression. Seeing him like this, her heartbeat was a little faster, and even the roots of her ears were red.
There was no problem with the previous contact, but now...
Especially now that the two are alone together.
She felt nervous and even a little shy.
He didn't dare to show it on the surface, he pretended to be very calm.
Immediately after, she walked towards the corner in silence, grabbed her shoes and prepared to go out.
Who knew that at this moment, an arm crossed over behind her, and the door she opened was closed from behind.
This posture is like the man behind her is pushing her against the door, trying to do something to her, which makes her body froze slightly, and she looks sideways, "You... what are you doing?"
Xie Xinglin looked down at her stance that she wanted to avoid him, and curved her lips, "What kind of beast am I?"
Su Qiuge lowered his head, tried not to look at him, then pursed his lips and said, "No..."
It's just that this man looks really attractive to his wife.
She also searched the Internet before, when a boy confessed to you, do you want to accept it directly.
Many people say that they still want him to chase for a while. There is also a game in love. Let him realize that you are not so easy to catch up, and he will cherish it.
Although Su Qiuge disapproved of this, his subconscious was still affected, and he agreed to give him an answer a week later, in case...
Because he was bewitched by male sex, he had a handle to laugh at her in the future.
Thinking of this, she shook her head,
Xie Xinglin immediately said, "Then why are you hiding? Time is running out, change here."
Su Qiuge was silent, then lowered his head, looked for a small bench in the corner, took off his sneakers, and then bent down to put on small leather shoes.
She had put Wen Mingming's lipstick in her pocket, and because of this movement, it rolled out, making a crisp crashing sound on the wooden floor.
Su Qiuge's shoes were halfway through, and he wanted to pick them up, but saw his slender fingers holding the golden tube of the lipstick.
Su Qiuge was a little anxious, looked up at him, and he said, "There is no mirror here, can you paint it?"
Su Qiuge stretched out his hand to grab the lipstick. With a smile on his face, he raised the lipstick slightly and whispered, "Why don't I help you, eh?"
Su Qiuge opened his eyes wide, then frowned in disgust and said, "No need, I'm better than you if I don't paint in front of the mirror."
Xie Xinglin raised his eyebrows and looked down at her, "Really?"
Halfway through his speech, Su Qiuge suddenly caught his chin, and then she saw the man lift her jaw. Then, he played with the lipstick in his hand, and then slowly used the lipstick to cool his body. Her lips were drawn again.
Some itchy.
With his actions, like a spreading electric current, it rushed into his mind.
Su Qiuge took a deep breath and looked down at his action. She wanted to stop him. Then, she saw that he had pushed the scarlet column body out of the tube body, and she didn't dare to move, for fear of accidentally Ruined Wen Mingming's lipstick.
He leaned down, and Su Qiuge was forced to look up at him.
Obviously it won't take long, but maintaining this shameful posture, Su Qiuge, who is suffering in every way, feels like a year has passed.
She couldn't help but ask, "But, is it alright?"
As soon as she finished speaking, he frowned slightly, "Don't move."
Su Qiuge blinked, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she didn't know where to look, so she stared at the ceiling. After a while, she noticed that the boy's thumb was touching the corner of her mouth.
She was stunned for a moment, turned her eyes to him, and met his gaze.
His thumb wiped her lips, Su Qiuge looked down and saw the lipstick mark on his thumb.
In the small room, his voice was a little hoarse.
"Tsk, it's painted crooked."
He slightly rolled his fingertips in front of her, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Didn't I just tell you to be obedient and stop moving, eh?"
Su Qiuge frowned, then whispered, "Where did I move..."
"Maybe you did it on purpose," she said dully.
This person is so ill-intentioned, it makes people worry.
I thought Xie Xinglin would deny it, but who knew he showed a casual smile, "Well, I did it on purpose."
He wiped the corner of his mouth with his lipstick-stained thumb, bringing out a touch of red, and looked up at her, "So, are you going to take revenge? Huh?"
Being stared at so directly by him, Su Qiuge felt that it was a little hot inside, and even the temperature rose on her face. She lowered her head and started to wear leather shoes. These small leather shoes are of a more delicate style. There are many buttons, and there are bow ties on the top.
At this time, she just wanted to get out quickly, and she was very flustered, and she couldn't get it right after fiddling a few times.
She wanted to hide her nervousness at the moment, but the more she did this, the more chaotic the movements of her hands became.
Feeling the eyes staring at her from her back, she was so anxious that her eyes were red, and his sneering laughter came from her ears.
"Tsk, that's really stupid."
Immediately afterwards, she saw the man kneeling on one knee in front of her, with one hand under the sole of her foot, as if he was holding something fragile.
She was wearing white pantyhose, and her small section was shrouded in his slender fingers.
It's like he just can't stand it anymore and wants to take the initiative to help her.
But Su Qiuge didn't know if he thought too much. He always felt that this person had no intention of teasing her with slender fingers.
The soles of the feet seemed to have feathers brushing.
Her toes curled up slightly, feeling like a fire was burning wherever he touched.
His movements were unhurried, the burgundy satin ribbons shuttled back and forth between his fingers, and the coquettish and beautiful colors complemented his knuckles like jade.
After the ribbon was tied, Su Qiuge quickly stood up.
Because her face was already embarrassingly red, and now she urgently needs to go out to breathe.
She whispered a quick "Thank you", and when she was about to leave, Xie Xinglin said in a low voice, "I helped you out, do you want to be polite as well?"
Su Qiuge:
He frowned, his slender index finger pointed at the unfastened collar hanging above his collar, took out the bow tie from his pocket, and looked up at her, as if suggesting something.
Su Qiuge was not reluctant, but worried that if he stayed with him again, the nosebleed like last week would happen again.
"You... can't you yourself?"
Xie Xinglin looked down at her, then approached, and as he walked, he slowly put his tie around his collar and around his neck.
When he came over, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then he whispered, "Well, no."
His tone was a little lower, as if he was deliberately pretending to be pitiful, but he betrayed him with that kind of indifference.
"You can help me."
Su Qiuge took a step back and pressed her back against the door behind her. She watched him get closer and closer, and swallowed slightly, "You, don't come over, I'll help you, I'll help you. …”
Xie Xinglin twitched the corner of his mouth and seemed to be smiling.
Stopped in place, did not approach her again.
She hesitated for a while, then stretched out her hand to cover his bow tie. Her hands trembled as she went around, but she never looked at him, but was tying the bow tie very seriously.
Xie Xinglin looked down at her seriously.
When she doesn't wear makeup on weekdays, her lip color is very light, making her whole person cute and lovely.
But at this time her lips were covered with bright red, and the corners of her mouth still had a little mark that he had just rubbed with his thumb.
This pitiful appearance, coupled with the restrained expression on her face, seemed like someone bit the corner of her mouth lightly with her teeth.
Thinking of this, Xie Xinglin suddenly felt his throat dry.
Su Qiuge finally tied his bow tie, and when he looked up at him, he met his undisguised eyes.
The boy lowered his head, the light in his eyes was a little dark, and the emotions deposited in the black pupils carried a strong sense of aggression.
He stared straight at her lips, and after a while, he said hoarsely, "This lipstick looks good."
Su Qiuge:
Then, like a humble student asking serious questions from the teacher, he adjusted his bow tie slightly, approached her, and whispered, "Can I try it?"