He Chaoran was sitting under an old tree on campus with his guitar in his arms. His long bangs drooped slightly, blocking his brows and eyes, but adding a mysterious and sexy temperament. The diamond stud earrings on the left ear shone brightly in the autumn afternoon sun.
In fact, the light emitted from his body is more dazzling than diamonds.
At this moment, during the break between classes, a group of little girls with hearts in their eyes, holding their hearts in their hands, stretched their necks to form a ball around him.
He Chaoran's deep and magnetic voice, accompanied by the melodious and clean guitar sound, echoed in the campus, and drifted far, far away with the breeze.
This is the first time he sang a Chinese song. It is a love song with a bit of R&B style, which is mellow and exciting.
Since Park Junxi caught him in the pigtails for singing an English song in the last competition, there have also been many trolls who questioned his strength on the Internet, causing many fans to defect and no longer support him.
Seeing that the next game is getting closer, he is always hesitant, not knowing which song to choose is better. Although Park Junxi is avenging his personal revenge, to a certain extent, he did hit his weakness—his singing has fully adapted to the singing of English songs, and his interpretation of Chinese songs is not so good.
However, Lan Feifei, who is ice-snow and smart, suggested that he switch to singing r&b-style slow songs, such songs can maximize his advantages. Sure enough, after trying a few songs, He Chaoran gradually found his confidence.
He also half-jokingly said to Lan Feifei: "How about, you can just be my personal assistant in the future. Just being a stylist will really bury your talent."
At that time, Lan Feifei smiled and said nothing.
At this moment, she was standing with Hou Xiaoting and Li Mengshan in the corridor outside the classroom door, holding the railing with both hands, watching He Chaoran from a height surrounded by a group of girls.
Girl A: "He Chaoran, I didn't expect you to sing Chinese songs so well, even better than English songs!"
Girl b: "You will definitely win the next competition!"
Girl c: "We are all optimistic about you!"
Hou Xiaoting also couldn't help expressing emotion: "Feifei, He Chaoran is really charming, more and more flavorful..."
"Yes." Lan Feifei nodded in affirmation, then shook her head in doubt, "Why are you telling me this?"
"Don't pretend to be confused." Hou Xiaoting curled her lips and licked a mouthful of ice cream, "He Chaoran is so kind to you, can't you see it? Every time there is something delicious and interesting, I will be the first to find you."
Because she used to be snatched away every time she ate, she ended up falling in love with ice cream—something she licked that she couldn't believe anyone else had the courage to lick again!
Lan Feifei had a natural expression on her face: "Because I'm his stylist, of course he wants to curry favor with me. Haven't you heard that you can't offend the stylist if you offend anyone? Those ridiculous looks of celebrities can ruin an entire movie." drama!"
Li Mengshan didn't speak all the time, just quietly listening to the singing that came with the wind, her thoughts drifted to far, far away places along with the singing.
At this time, Luo Yujun's faint voice sounded behind them: "Come to my house tonight."
The three girls turned their heads at the same time, and Lan Feifei was the first to realize that he was definitely not talking about herself, and lowered her eyes in a lonely way.
Hou Xiaoting never thought that he was talking about herself, and continued to lick the ice cream heartlessly.
Li Mengshan knew that he was talking about herself, but she was in front of Lan Feifei, which made her a little at a loss.