You’re A Liar

Chapter 36: Obsessed

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On the 31st, Haicheng No. 1 Middle School's New Year's Day cultural performance will be held in the school auditorium.

The other programs reported by Class 1 of the second year of high school were all canceled, and only one drama "Snow White" was included in the final program list of the show.

With Ma Guosheng's acquiescence, the class leader and group secretary spent a lot of class fees, bought costumes and props, and were ambitious to present their dramas with the most perfect effect, which became a hit in the school's art performance.

Backstage preparation room.

Ling Song picked up the dreamy white gauze princess dress, looked at it back and forth, and laughed for a full three minutes.

Finally, he squatted down on the ground and waved at Wen Yuanchu, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Don't be angry, I just smiled, hahaha, it's so funny."

Wen Yuanchu raised his chin expressionlessly, and motioned him: "Your clothes are over there, it's up to you."

Ling Song's clothes were a low-cut, tight-fitting long black dress that stretched to the floor, very sexy, and covered with sparkling beads.

He didn't mind at all, and happily picked up the skirt and went into the dressing room.

Ten minutes later, after changing, Ling Song came out carelessly dragging his skirt.

A group of students gathered together, laughing and watching him.

The squad leader folded his arms and looked at it for a while, then said, "Put on the wig first and try the effect."

Brown big wavy curly hair with a shawl, Ling Song flipped his hair, raised his eyebrows and winked at the crowd: "Are you beautiful?"

There were wolves howling everywhere, and someone took the opportunity to tease him: "Ling Song, while Wen Yuanchu is not here, let's kiss him too?"

Ling Song snorted proudly: "Get lost."

Except for Wen Yuanchu, no one can take advantage of me.

The party secretary motioned him to sit down, and took out the makeup box: "Come on, don't be a fuss, it's more beautiful with makeup."

Ling Song sat up straight, raised his head, and was very cooperative. He didn't forget to tell people: "You have to make me more beautiful, so that you can amaze the audience."

The secretary of the league branch squeezed the powder puff and slapped him on the face: "Don't worry, the foundation is here. Who else can be beautiful if the school beauty is not beautiful."

Fifteen minutes passed.

With exaggerated smoky eye shadow and flaming red lips, Ou Fan's full hot beauty is freshly baked.

Surprises, screams, whistles, and shutters sounded together.

Zhang Yang snapped his fingers: "My daughter is indeed a top-notch beauty, the fathers are so pleased."

The girls were even more amazed.

It was indeed right to choose Ling Song as the school belle, and they lost convincingly.

Ling Song was very smug and proud. After taking a few photos of himself, he finally remembered to ask: "Where is Wen Yuanchu? Why did it take him so long to change clothes?"

The person who entered the locker room only a few minutes later than him has not yet come out

Someone laughed strangely: "Wen Yuanchu, don't be too shy to come out to meet people, right?"

Ling Song rolled his eyes: "I'll go and have a look."

In the locker room, Wen Yuanchu was sitting in front of the mirror and sulking.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Ling Song walking in who was fully dressed, he was taken aback for a moment, then turned his eyes away and didn't look at him again.

Ling Song saw the princess dress that was only half covered on him, suppressed a smile, and asked, "Dad Yuanchu, you won't be really hit by what they say, are you too ashamed to go out to meet people while hiding here?"

Wen Yuanchu ignored him.

Ling Song was even more amused by his reaction, went to sit next to him, stretched out his hand and poked his arm: "Are you really shy?"

Wen Yuanchu said angrily: "You think everyone is like you, two hundred and five."

Ling Song: "Who are you calling two hundred and five?"

Now he knows the meaning of two hundred and five, this man is really annoying, so he scolded him again.

"No matter, it's our turn to perform soon, you put on your clothes quickly and go out to put on makeup."

Ling Song didn't do anything, stretched out his hand to pull Wen Yuan's skirt: "Put it on quickly, don't dawdle."

Wen Yuanchu couldn't bear it anymore: "You, go out."

"Why are you like this..."

"Go out, I will wear it myself."

Ling Song was thrown out of the locker room, he was so angry that he stood outside with his hips akimbo against Wen Yuanchu.

"You say you are a big boy, awkward, what do you look like, don't you just wear women's clothes? I don't mind, why do you mind?"

"You say you are a little girl, but you still don't admit it. Little girls are not as coy as you are."

"Why are you hiding, you can still hide inside for a lifetime?"

The door of the locker room was pulled open suddenly, and Ling Song stopped abruptly if he didn't rush out.

Wen Yuanchu had already put on the princess dress with puff sleeves and swinging skirt, and put on the long golden curly hair himself. He was standing on high heels, looking down at him indifferently.

Ling Song swallowed.

Wen Yuanchu walked past him and strode out.

As soon as Snow White came out, the onlookers outside were all shocked, their eyes widened, and some even let out an exaggerated gasp.

Beauty is beautiful enough, but the aura is also enough, this... is it really all right

The Youth League secretary went over to him hesitantly and asked, "Wen, Wen Yuanchu, sit down and let me put on some makeup for you?"

Wen Yuanchu sat down in silence and closed his eyes.

The group secretary was relieved, she was really afraid that she would be rejected by this cold-faced princess, so she hurried to get started.

When Wen Yuanchu was putting on makeup, Ling Song walked around beside him.

After watching for a while, he went to propose to the class monitor: "Why are you wearing high heels for Wen Yuanchu? He is already taller than me. Once he wears high heels, how can my aura overwhelm him? I can just wear them, you guys Let him go on stage barefoot."

This is also the reason.

The squad leader nodded: "Yes."

The squad leader took out four more oranges, put them in front of Ling Song, pouted at the back of Wen Yuanchu's head, and said to Ling Song, "You and him are two, so what, put them on your chest."

puff.

Someone laughed unkindly.

Ling Song raised the orange to his eyes and looked at it, calmly stuffed it in front of his chest, and jumped up and down twice.

His skirt fits tight and won't fall off, which is fine.

Then he went to the mirror to admire his figure for a while, Ling Song felt very satisfied.

So pretty, sexy, and hot, he's about to fall in love.

The League branch secretary over there let out a long breath and said, "It's done!"

As soon as Ling Song heard this, he hurried over to watch the excitement.

Wen Yuanchu slowly opened his eyes amidst the booing.

The light makeup on him, eye shadow, blush, and lip gloss are all pink and shiny.

Very nice.

Beauty, big beauty, beauty never seen before.

Ling Song stared blankly.

Probably because his gaze was too eager and compelling, Wen Yuanchu slightly frowned: "... what are you looking at?"

Ling Song resisted the urge to pounce on him and take a bite, and held up the mirror for him to see for himself: "Look, isn't it beautiful?"

Wen Yuanchu glanced expressionlessly at himself in the glasses, then looked at Ling Song, and said, "Not as good-looking as you."

"You look better."

"you."

The squad leader interrupted them unbearably: "Okay, okay, you both look good, Wen Yuanchu, hurry up and stuff the oranges."

The two oranges were stuffed into Wen Yuanchu's hands, and his eyes moved down to Ling Song's chest.

Ling Song raised his hand to cover his chest: "What are you looking at, you are playing a hooligan?"

Wen Yuanchu ignored him.

Seeing Wen Yuanchu holding the orange and refusing to move it, Ling Song immediately helped him, opened his neckline, picked up the orange and stuffed it inside.

By the way, I rubbed it on his chest.

It's not very soft, but it feels nice to the touch.

Wen Yuanchu's face darkened again.

Ling Song was ignorant and reminded him: "Don't wear your shoes, you must be shorter than me, go on stage with bare feet."

Wen Yuanchu had a cold face: "You are not as tall as me in high heels."

Ling Song choked.

... They all blame the party secretary, it's useless to buy a three-centimeter high-heeled shoe, and Wen Yuanchu is a full five centimeters taller than him.

He sticks out his chest.

Forget it, as long as your breasts are bigger than yours.

All the preparatory work has been done, and the program of their class is at the back, almost the finale, and they have to wait for another half an hour.

Ling Song was bored and went behind the curtain to watch other people's performances.

After watching it for a while, I found it boring again, so I went back to talk to Wen Yuanchu.

"Yao Nana is the host. I just saw her with makeup on, and she looks so pretty on stage. I was a little moved by seeing her. You really don't care about her at all?"

Wen Yuanchu originally didn't want to talk to him, but when he heard this sentence, his expression sank: "Are you fascinated by her?"

Ling Song said casually: "This is just a metaphor, do you understand the metaphor? It's not really moving, I mean you, you and her childhood sweetheart, and she likes you, you really won't be together?"

Wen Yuanchu was angry: "Is it related to you? Mind your own business."

Ling Song choked.

Seeing Wen Yuanchu turn his face away indifferently, he also got a little angry, why is this person so angry? Can't even ask

Well what does that mean

"I do not like her."

Wen Yuanchu looked in not knowing which direction, and said coldly: "I have absolutely no chance with her, you don't have to worry about these things."

"Oh... I just asked casually."

Ling Song was inexplicably relieved.

In fact, it was because, seeing Yao Nana's high-spirited and high-spirited appearance on the stage just now, he always felt that if such a girl liked someone, it might be difficult for any boy to refuse, except for him, a cultural relic unearthed 400 years ago.

So he couldn't figure out why Wen Yuanchu didn't like her.

But hearing Wen Yuanchu's resolute statement again that he would not like Yao Nana, Ling Song found that he was actually a little happy.

Even so, I feel sorry for Yao Nana.

Before he fully adapts to this modern society, I hope his Yuanchu father will stop finding a mother for him.

Ling Song thought to himself, if Wen Yuanchu couldn't make up lessons for him and play with him in the future, he would be so depressed.

Therefore, Wen Yuanchu had better not fall in love.

Ling Song moved to Wen Yuanchu's side and hugged his arm: "Father Yuanchu, are you angry again?"

Wen Yuanchu squinted at him, this Erbaiwu had a flattering smile on his face, like a fool.

Obviously that face was too glamorous under the makeup, but coupled with his dog-legged silly smile, no matter how you look at it, it's against harmony.

There's no point getting angry with an idiot.

Wen Yuanchu took a deep breath and said, "No."

"Then show me a smile."

Wen Yuanchu didn't respond, Ling Song refused to let go, and tickled him: "Come on, come on, Dad Yuanchu, have a smile."

Wen Yuanchu couldn't bear it anymore, pinned his hand that was doing something wrong, and warned him in a cold voice: "Don't move."

"Don't be so fierce, Snow White is an innocent girl, what does she look like so fierce?"

Wen Yuanchu resisted the urge to press him down and spank him, let go of his hand, and turned his face away: "I don't know what it means."

Ling Song didn't realize that he hated him at all, so he posted it next to Wen Yuanchu, with his face next to his, and raised his phone to turn on the front camera: "Come on, Yuanchu Dad, come with me and laugh."

Wen Yuanchu looked at their strange faces in the camera.

After hesitating again and again, he reluctantly curled the corners of his lips.

Twenty minutes later, the party secretary came to inform them to go behind the curtain to prepare, and it was their turn for the next show.

Ling Song got excited immediately, and ran fast with his skirt in hand, not forgetting to drag Wen Yuanchu, who was still a bit awkward, along with him.

Wen Yuanchu had no choice but to remind him: "Go slowly, don't fall."

"Hurry up, come on stage right away, don't delay."

While waiting for the show, the squad leader came over to remind them, especially Ling Song: "I won't worry about anyone else when I'm on stage, it's you. Don't let me lose the chain at the critical moment. Can this show in our class become a hit? , depends on your performance."

Ling Song giggled: "Squad leader, don't worry, just wait and see. In the final awards, our class will definitely win the first place."

"You'd better do what you say."

The clear voice of Yao Nana at the front desk was announcing the curtain, and everyone was already in their positions.

Ling Song raised his eyes, met Wen Yuanchu's gaze, and gave him a wink.

Wen Yuanchu turned his face away silently.

The curtain slowly opened to both sides.

During the narration, Ling Song was the first to appear on stage.

There were screams and applause from the audience.

Most of the students already knew about this program from Class One, Grade Two, through posting forums and word of mouth, but when they actually saw the show with their own eyes, the school flower and school grass played Lily and played the role of a girl, they still turned the audience on high.

There was a climax on the stage, and the applause and cheers from the audience almost knocked off the roof of the auditorium.

Countless people couldn't help but stood up, and even ran to the front row, wanting to have a closer look.

As long as Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu looked at each other, the audience would be filled with crazy screams.

The dean sat in the first row with a group of school leaders, very dissatisfied.

It's these two students again, performing this kind of drama at the school's art show carelessly, what does it look like!

Ma Guosheng really lived longer and went back, and even indulged these students.

He wanted to explain a few words to the principal, but when he turned around, he saw the newly transferred young principal staring at the students on the stage, with an uncle smile on his face, as if he was very happy, the dean...

The queen on the stage has defeated the prince, and took the sleeping beauty princess away and entered her castle.

The princess is lying on the crystal bed, even though she is unconscious, she still has impeccable and amazing beauty.

The queen asked the magic mirror for the last time who is the most beautiful person in the world.

The magic mirror answered her honestly, it was Snow White.

The queen smiled and smashed the magic mirror.

The most beautiful princess already belonged to her, and she wanted to possess this peerless treasure alone, and never let anyone know of her existence.

In the end, the queen woke up the princess with a kiss.

Ling Song leaned down slowly. He had rehearsed this scene countless times with Wen Yuanchu.

The light above the head was too hot, reflecting Wen Yuanchu's face, from Ling Song's perspective, it seemed that the fine hairs on his face were clearly visible.

He is so good looking.

Bang bang, bang and bang.

It was Ling Song's heartbeat that was too strong and rapid.

At that moment, he was obsessed with ghosts, lowered his head, and his soft lips touched Wen Yuanchu's lips.