National Day.
Nanhua High School held a National Day art performance tonight. As a student union cadre, Wang Yuhan was sent by the school to Hanzheng Street early in the morning to purchase the items needed for the performance. When he returned to school, it was getting late. The campus was full of lush trees, all of which were rendered by the heavy twilight. It's gray.
He took out his phone from his trouser pocket and looked at the time displayed on the phone. He couldn't help but feel anxious. Standing on the empty playground, he cursed and vented his anger in his heart: "This damn guy hasn't come yet. The show is about to start. If it delays my coming on stage to present flowers to my goddess, I will definitely make you look good."
Flower offering is an ordinary thing in the eyes of ordinary people. There is no need to make a fuss. But because the object of offering flowers is so special, it is Li Lingfei, his playmate who has never dared to woo him since he was a child, so the situation is different. It's a different story.
Speaking of Li Lingfei is not an ordinary girl, she started to learn piano at the age of three and won the first place in the "National Youth Piano Competition" at the age of 10. With her good quality and appearance, she naturally became the school girl after entering Nanhua High School. There are naturally many boys who pursue a crush on her, and Wang Yuhan is just one of them.
He was not so relaxed and happy when he was standing on the moonlight playground. Anxiously waiting is destined to be exchanged for unsustainable anger. Just as his anger was on the verge of breaking out, a familiar laughter faintly came from behind him. His anger was wide and he looked back, and it turned out that it was Yang Qianfan, the guy he had been waiting for for a long time.
"What are you doing here? You came so late." Wang Yuhan glared at him and roared like an explosion.
"Sorry, sorry..., a little brother who confided with me was taken aback today. I brought a bunch of brothers to help him, so I came a little later." Yang Qianfan disapproved of his roar and smiled still. The breeze is clear.
"Looking at how proud you are now, that guy must have been taught terribly."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, not as serious as you think, he can't die.
"Spitting up blood is just'just', what does it mean to beat someone to death?"
"It's not easy. Open the refrigerator door, throw his cheap bones in, and bring the refrigerator door with the epitaph'Cologne Rongsheng, Quality Wins'." Yang Qianfan spit out his tongue hippyly.
Wang Yuhan looked at him speechless for a long while, facing this guy who would only pretend to be cool, unrealistic, and want to kill all day long, he was really helpless, and finally turned his head and didn't bother to pay attention.
When they arrived at the venue, the show had not yet started, and the hall was crowded with people, and the better seats were already occupied. Wang Yuhan and Yang Qianfan shuttled between the dim and narrow aisles in tandem, looking around for a space with their eyes. But because it was too late, even the seats in the back row became the emperor's latrines, without their (dung) share.
They just wandered around the meeting place without gain for two laps. Yang Qianfan didn't have much patience and continued to follow Wang Yuhan. He rolled his eyes and looked around, and suddenly saw a few honest students sitting in a better position in the center of the venue chatting and laughing. Seeing this, he couldn't help but provoke a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he was bound to find the prey, so he walked up to them in a swagger and patted one of the male classmates on the shoulder. Said to him aloud: "Get up, I want to sit down."
When the male student looked up and saw him, the whole heart immediately raised his throat, opened his mouth, and his face was as white as snow. After he got up, he immediately put his wings in and left with his friend.
As soon as Yang Qianfan sat down, several male and female classmates sitting side by side with him also got up and left their seats. They would rather stand at the end of the venue than sit with this horrified bad boy. After a while, the entire row of seats was empty and only Yang Qianfan was left sitting there steadily, humming leisurely.
Not long afterwards, Wang Yuhan went back home and saw that Yang Qianfan was humming leisurely with Erlang's legs upright, and he wanted to go forward and sit back.
"Why, you haven't found a seat yet, are you too shameful!" Yang Qianfan couldn't help feeling proud when he saw him coming. He lazily patted the empty seat next to him, like a big brother, and said casually: "Yes. Don't sit with me!"
Although Wang Yuhan had this intention in his heart, in order to slap his face, he had to pretend to be upright, cold hummed and laughed: "There is really no way, it seems that I am the only one who dare to sit next to your problem student."
"Hey, what do you mean? Tell me like a tiger, it's hard to say that I scared them away."
"Isn't it?" Wang Yuhan deliberately angered him, pretending to shudder, and said: "I hope that others will not gather me with you in a similar way."
"What are you talking about?'Things gather by kind', I don't want to get together with you, a gentle scum!" Yang Qianfan was so angry that his eyes burst into flames, and when he got up, he forcibly called several boys sitting in the back row to the front row. Sitting by himself, he arrogantly said: "Well, I'm still much kinder than the tiger!".
"Yes, your kindness can only be compared with tigers." Wang Yuhan laughed again, still disapproving.
"Hey, I said, did you guy borrow a lot of money from the damn hapless former president of Taiwan recently?"
"Yes, but I only owe money, not Bian." After Wang Yuhan finished speaking, he raised an eyebrow and smiled evilly at him, sarcasm flowing in his eyes.
"You..." Yang Qianfan wanted to play a trick to make a front bunk, and the back cushion directly said that he was too flat, but he didn't expect that he would say it first. The front bunk lost suspense, and the back cushion seemed to be nothing new. The dog's tail continued, and the boring plot would only lack passion, so he simply shut his mouth and stopped talking.
Before long, a little-eyed girl wearing a red costume suddenly flashed in front of them and smiled at Wang Yuying: "So you are here! It made me look for you for a long time."
When Yang Qianfan saw someone coming over to chat with Wang Yuhan, and he was full of affection, he was interested in the beauty of adulthood, and quickly threw his head aside without making a sound, and instantly evaporated to nothing. Seeing the girl's eyes slowly like autumnal waves, Wang Yuhan smiled like a spring tide, and couldn't help getting goosebumps all over her body from the cold. He smiled bitterly and asked, "Is there something...what's wrong?"
When the girl saw him asking, she blushed, and shyly threw a bunch of flowers into his arms, and said: "In a while, Li Lingfei will be the thirteenth. You must remember to put this bunch of flowers after her performance. Present the flowers!".
"Ok... OK." Wang Yuhan looked at her with a wry smile and nodded straight.
The girl's name is Jiang Xi, and she is also a cadre in the student union, and she is in the same class as Wang Yuhan, and is also his monitor. Since they entered high school, the scandal hasn't stopped. Of course, the rumors about the two of them are not groundless. Jiang Xi really likes Wang Yuhan and has been in love with him for a long time, but it is a pity that Wang Yuhan already has the goddess Li Lingfei in his heart. In terms of appearance, Jiang Xi has no capital and money. With her contending, coupled with the deep feelings she had established since she was a child, she has no hope of winning Wang Yuhan's heart.
"Do you have anything else?" When Wang Yuhan saw her not leaving, his whole body became more uncomfortable, as if he was wrapped in an unpleasant spider web.
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, then I'm leaving." Jiang Xi smiled and walked away.
When Wang Yuhan saw her leaving, he breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered: "You can't avoid her if you hide."
"Good boy, I got lucky recently." Yang Qianfan joked and snickered uneasy from the side.
"Cut, what peach blossom luck, I think it is plum (mildew) flower luck." Wang Yuhan sniffed the fragrant flowers in front of him disapprovingly.
Yang Qianfan was bored. Seeing him groaning at the bunch of flowers, he simply snatched the bunch of flowers out of his hands, snorted like he did, and snorted coldly: "What age do you arrange to offer flowers? , The soil gets scum."
Wang Yuhan was afraid that he would take the opportunity to say that he was old-fashioned, so he hurriedly explained: "Yes, in fact, I also think it is boring to give flowers, but there is no way, it is arranged by the school, otherwise I don't bother to be embarrassed on stage! After Wang Yuhan finished speaking, he quickly turned his head to the side, fearing that Yang Qianfan would see that he was duplicity.
All the wall lamps in the lobby suddenly ceased at this moment, and the noisy music stopped as if premeditated. The whole venue fell into a quiet vortex for a while, suddenly quiet, abrupt and unexpected, and felt empty for a while. of. When I get back to my senses, the show has already begun. The first two presenters, a man and a woman, painted on their faces like two over-fermented rotten persimmons, their accents were repeated, and they made a high and low voice on the stage. Once upon a time, "Poem Recitation" became the unique style of Chinese hosts. "There is no word in words, and you can't go far." Quoting the classics has become a magic weapon for those ignorant hosts. After the spring, summer, autumn and winter recitations one by one, the show with non-professional personnel performances is considered to begin.
The first few shows were very boring, either they talked about crosstalks that everyone knew well, or the stage was full of people, singing some choruses of incomplete tone and eulogizing the motherland.
"It's really boring, if I keep listening like this, I have to be suffocated." Yang Qianfan squinted his eyes and stared at the weird stage ahead blankly. He was so tired that he yawned several times and couldn't help but complain to Wang Yuhan beside him Repeatedly: "I knew it was so boring, I shouldn't have run to this ghost place with you to listen to the howling of these radishes, so I missed the Lakers and Magic matchup (NBA) in vain."
"Well, don't complain, the game will be replayed tomorrow, there will be a good show later, you can wait and see!" Wang Yuhan curled his mouth and calmed down.
"The good show you said was that you came to the stage to present flowers!" Yang Qianfan raised Erlang's legs higher and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, the ridicule in his eyes at a glance.
"Even if it is!" Wang Yuhan didn't say much, just smiled indifferently, and continued to watch the dull performance.