Two minutes later, Liang Yifan borrowed the erhu from Kong Jiahe, the deputy team leader, and stopped the team leader’s affectionate performance with his own passionate performance on the erhu.*
*(fight fire with fire)
Everything was back on track, Ding Zhengjiao blushed and couldn’t stop apologising, Group 7 laughed and turned off the microphone, connected the main plug to the recorded piano accompaniment, and continued to concentrate on the rehearsal.
Yu Sheng wasn’t really revising, he pretended to turn over a few pages, and, after hearing the howling of ghosts and howling wolves turned into a familiar choir of sounds, he subconsciously raised his head.
Jin Linkun didn’t have a small electronic piano to play, so he sat beside him in a lonely manner, and when he saw him look up, he reached his arm over to wrap around Yu Sheng’s back.
“What are you doing?” The sofa was too soft, and Yu Sheng was a little tired from sitting still. He pushed himself further up the sofa with the support of his arms behind him, “Since you want to participate so much, I’ll get you the piano then.”
Jin Linkun coughed lightly and touched the tip of his nose: “No… we didn’t finish talking just now, let’s continue now.”
Being interrupted, Yu Sheng almost forgot what he just said, and after thinking about it, he remembered that this person tried to explain to him which he was better* at, playing games or singing.
*(sarcastic tone: Yu Sheng was saying this because it was inferred JLK is bad at both)
The topic was very boring, Yu Sheng lowered his head and did not intend to continue discussing this issue: “There is no need to continue, in my opinion you are the best at playing games.”
The feeling of watching the account fall from the star diamond all the way to gold with his own eyes is too unforgettable. Yu Sheng feels that he still needs a couple rounds of brainwashing before he can erase this unforgettable memory from his mind.
Jin Linkun actually smiled modestly and shyly: “That’s right, I’m really better at singing than playing games…”*
*(not being sarcastic here)
“…” Yu Sheng couldn’t help but raise his head, wanting to remind him that he wasn’t praising him, when a deep voice sounded in his ear: “If you don’t believe me, I’ll sing it for you.”
Yu Sheng unconsciously turned a page, and for some reason, he stopped the words that he was about to say.
Jin Linkun’s expression was quite serious. He touched his mobile phone connected to the earphone, and glanced at the song he was listening to: “Which one are you listening to? Let me try—”
After a pause, Jin Linkun carefully looked at the record spinning on the phone screen, raised his eyebrows, and couldn’t help but bend his black eyes behind the lens.
Yu Sheng snatched the phone back and poured cold water on him: “I am familiar with your style of music, lest you suddenly become holy and ascend suddenly, I won’t be able to keep up.”
Jin Linkun thinks this reason is very appropriate, and it can perfectly explain why his roommate is reciting geography on KTV while listening to church organ hymns.
Every time this person gained the upper hand, he would get carried away easily. Yu Sheng glanced at the uncontrollable smile on his lips, pressed the phone, and his shoulder was embraced by the arm behind him.
“I can sing.” Jin Linkun pressed his hand to turn off the player, “Don’t move, I’ll sing for you.”
The two of them were already sitting close to each other, but when he leaned over like this, they were almost stuck together.
His body temperature was a little higher than that of Yu Sheng’s. The slightly warm breath swept across his neck, which made Yu Sheng frown and tense his shoulders: “Sing quickly, don’t talk nonsense.”
The earphones were still plugged in, and Yu Sheng raised his hand to take them off, but Jin Linkun was already close to his ear, singing in a low voice while following the lyrics on the screen.
The low, slightly sandy voice is close to the ear, and it is clearly transmitted through the powerful noise reduction band of the earphones.
Yu Sheng paused and turned his head slightly.
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“Can I use a harmonica here? To be honest, I don’t think I can take on such an important task as a solo, a job like shaking a maraca is more suitable for me…”
Cen Rui felt very stressed while practising, and hugged his little maraca tightly, trying to hide it in the torrent of the whole music piece: “Kunshen, look at this score——”
As soon as he raised his head, his voice stuck in his throat for an instant, and his eyes widened in astonishment.
“There must be emotion here, and the triangle must be struck emotionally… What’s wrong?”
Ding Zhengjiao, who was instructing the team members to adjust their position, raised his head and looked over: “…Uh, save my classmate?”
“I’ve told you, I’m called “On the Internet, it’s fate to meet each other.”. That weak name at the beginning is no longer suitable for me.”
Liang Yifan came out of his melodious whistle, rubbed his cheeks and raised his head: “What’s the matter?”
Everyone was looking at another corner, and he followed suit, blankly: “Is there something wrong?”
Xia Junhua rubbed his temples twice: “What are they… doing?”
“…”
Liang Yifan felt hopeless looking at this group of people who are living in denial. He waved their hands casually, and continued to lower their heads and immerse himself in the whistling world: “If you think about it, maybe Kunshen is a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years, and he caught Sheng-ge as food, trying to bite his neck open to suck out his blood.”
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Most of the students in Group 7 were still at a loss, they looked at each other for a while, lowered their heads and carried on to rehearse, choosing to look past this scene.
Amidst the music, Jin Linkun circled his arms and asked Yu Sheng to put most of the weight on his shoulders, sticking it to his ear, and singing hymns to him line by line.
He sang much better than Yu Sheng imagined, and his intonation was very stable. At first, he was slightly out of tune with the rhythm of the accompaniment, but after singing a few lines, he completely matched it.
His ears felt tickled by the warm breath, Yu Sheng turned his face slightly, and after listening for a while, his shoulders relaxed in the arms behind him a little bit.
The light of the KTV is really not suitable for reading. He flipped through a dozen or so pages, his eyes were already a little sore, so he simply leaned back and closed his eyes.
Jin Linkun raised the corners of his lips, raised his arms, and gently rubbed Yu Sheng’s head twice.
The slightly deep and magnetic voice, which was already clearly different from that of a boy’s, softened every sharp edge of his.
The whispered English words and sentences, accompanied by the grand accompaniment of the organ in the earphones, falling into his ears.
Chopin triumphed over the organ.
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- After becoming enemies with the lord god
- Blog
- Completed
- Don't talk to me!
- Dropped
- Ghost Marriage
- Hunger Academy
- I opened a safe house in the Infinite Stream
- Notices
- Ongoing
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- What can I do, I'm not human.
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