They all want to control me!

Chapter 42 Qiaoqiao Cried

"Qiaoqiao, I left the wheelchair outside."

"Okay, Aunt Zhao, you can sit next to me."

Aunt Zhao sat down next to Jiang Qiaoqiao and saw hundreds of college students in front of her. Suddenly, she felt a little dazed.

She thought of her student days, which seemed like only a few years ago. She was surrounded by a group of good friends, complaining about the heavy workload while discussing where to go after class.

Aunt Zhao sighed deeply. Youth always has a lag effect; we only realize its preciousness after we've lost it.

The lights dimmed.

The first part is the classic speech by the leader.

Jiang Qiaoqiao yawned, and Aunt Zhao caught it and yawned too.

At what age can one listen to a leader speak without feeling sleepy?

The program officially began with a poetry recitation by a classical literary society.

"Aunt Zhao, this literary society is full of hot boys and girls. They read books and even go into the men's restroom to read, and then they film it to show their dormmates. As a result, they accidentally posted it to the class group and the counselor saw it and gave them a scolding."

Jiang Qiaoqiao casually mentioned a piece of gossip, which she had heard from Lin Ran.

Aunt Zhao twitched the corner of her mouth. "My dear young lady, where did you get all this information about such trivial matters?"

Moreover, Aunt Zhao heard the word "叼" for the first time from Jiang Qiaoqiao's mouth.

Wang Hui, sitting in the front row, was barely able to contain herself. "I told Yao Yao about this mess, but did Yao Yao tell Lin Ran? It's already spread outside the school!"

Each of the three harbored their own ulterior motives.

Soon it was time for the Hanfu Club's program.

Lin Ran and Tao Zhiyao's appearance caused laughter throughout the room, breaking the dead silence.

The two individuals wore "smiling" and "facepalm" WeChat emoji masks, respectively, which was quite ingenious.

As we all know, the most sarcastic emoji is the "smiling face".

Young people know that a smile can have a powerful effect, but older people and leaders don't understand this and often reply to messages with a "smile," even if they know the other person means no harm, they still feel like they're being sarcastic.

Jiang Qiaoqiao felt that "smile" and Lin Ran were a good match, as they were both good at being sarcastic and cryptic.

"Hey, Lin Ran's on stage, don't forget to watch." Wang Hui turned around and leaned against the back of the chair.

"Thank you, I know. The tall one is Lin Ran, and the short one is Tao Zhiyao."

Jiang Qiaoqiao tilted her head slightly and thanked her with a smile. Her speech was neither too fast nor too slow, her pronunciation was precise, and her voice was very pleasant; she exuded the elegance of a well-bred young lady. A strand of hair fell from her forehead, which she gently tucked behind her ear, revealing her fair neck, but a playful tuft of hair still stuck out by her ear.

Wang Hui felt a chill run down her spine. Holy crap, that's pretty strong.

I quickly turned around and sat down in the chair, my heart pounding. Where did this succubus come from? Why do I feel like I'm going to defect to the enemy too?

Damn it, they're minotaurs!

Aunt Zhao covered her mouth and chuckled as she watched the two girls interact.

As Jiang Qiaoqiao's caregiver, Aunt Zhao knew very well Jiang Qiaoqiao's charm. If it weren't for her disabled legs, she would be more loved than anyone else.

The Hanfu club's performance ended to thunderous applause.

Beautiful girl, I love watching.

I like the abstract mask.

This isn't just a perfunctory program; thumbs up!

In fact, the thoughts of ordinary students, or most viewers, are that simple, but due to various reasons, it is difficult for them to do so.

Although Wang Hui and Aunt Zhao were both clapping, neither of them felt as involved as Jiang Qiaoqiao, because she had actually participated in the training for the show.

When the applause ended, only two figures, one large and one small, wearing abstract masks, remained on the stage.

One by one the lights suddenly went out, plunging the auditorium into darkness. Two beams of white light shone on the stage. "Smiling" sat on a high stool, with "Facepalm" beside him, shoulder to shoulder. In front of them were two microphones.

The sound of a guitar appears.

Jiang Qiaoqiao's fingers twitched almost instinctively, because she was an indispensable pianist during song practice.

For several days and nights, the two of them studied music theory and sang together through a mobile phone.

She helped Lin Ran perfect the song, registered the copyright, and thus created their first song and the "Sea Fish" account.

Lin Ran was a jerk who loved to joke around. Jiang Qiaoqiao remembered several times when they were talking about key points in music theory, he would suddenly interrupt and say, "Look at the legs."

Honestly, he's just a scoundrel!

But... I also want to sing this song, and I also want to be the female lead in the music video, but unfortunately, these legs can't do it.

"The horizon is starting to darken."

How can sadness be calmed and made pure white?

My face always carries...

"A touch of helplessness~"

"The little boy sings very well, but I've been a 10-year member of Tencent Music, how come I've never heard this song before?"

Aunt Zhao gave it high praise.

She had given Lin Ran recording equipment before, so she knew that Lin Ran wanted to sing.

You used lip reading to say you wanted to leave.

The sadness subsided silently.

"The surging tide~ Do you understand~"

"It's not waves, it's a sea of ​​tears~"

A female voice appeared, her sweet tone highly recognizable, eliciting gasps of amazement from the audience.

They never expected that these two seemingly supernatural beings could actually sing a beautiful song.

Have you heard of it?

"Never heard of it before! This song is so good, it's bound to be a hit!"

"Are you all focused on the song? Am I the only one wondering who's behind the mask?"

"Without a doubt, the figure and voice of that person who 'covers their face and laughs' must be a cute girl."

A man and a woman singing love songs?!

"I reckon they're a couple. Openly showing affection in front of school leaders and student representatives from various departments—that's damn romantic! He knows it all too well!"

Jiang Qiaoqiao pursed her lips and listened to the discussion among her classmates.

She really wanted to tell these people that this was a song by Lin Ran and had nothing to do with that shorty! Absolutely nothing!

Lin Ran's inspiration, my perfected melody!

She just took advantage of the fact that I don't have a healthy body!

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms, sending a piercing pain through her.

Jiang Qiaoqiao was a little tired. She regretted coming to see Lin Ran's performance. She knew she wouldn't enjoy it, but she still foolishly came to watch him sing this song with another girl.

"Jiang Qiaoqiao, did you hear that? This is a song written by Lin Ran. He must have written it for Yao Yao. Yao Yao said it wasn't, and I wanted to expose them right then and there. If it wasn't, why did Lin Ran ask Yao Yao to sing it with him?"

Wang Hui finally had a place to help her best friend get revenge, so she immediately moved from the front row to sit next to Aunt Zhao in the back and spoke to Jiang Qiaoqiao through Aunt Zhao.

The love affair between the seabird and the fish was just an accident.

Our love~ The love given~

"Differences have always existed."

Wang Hui was about to say something more when Aunt Zhao grabbed her hand.

Aunt Zhao frowned and shook her head.

"?" Wang Hui didn't understand what was going on, so she bent down to look at Jiang Qiaoqiao.

The girl had her head down, her loose hair obscuring half of her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

But you could clearly see a line of glistening liquid sliding down her cheek.

Wang Hui was speechless, her mind filled with confusion: "It's just a song, is it really necessary to cry?"

The song "Coral Sea" is only four minutes long and ends very quickly.

Everyone applauded.

I never expected that a perfunctory welcome party would have such high-quality programs.

A few seconds passed, but the lights still hadn't come on.

Everyone was puzzled. What was going on? Had the control room gone to eat?

The next second, the youthful and melancholic music video on the big screen changed into a screen recording video of significantly lower quality.

In the video, a slender hand holds a pencil, intently drawing musical notes on a piece of white paper. There is the rustling sound of the pencil scratching against the paper and the occasional sound of wind blowing in from outside the window. The girl is giving a lesson at a leisurely pace.

"Qiaozi, you're tired of studying, look at your legs."

Suddenly, a very unserious voice came from the studio.

The leaders: "?"

Student representatives from each department: "?"

Aunt Zhao: "!!!"

Wang Hui realized something and quickly turned to look at Jiang Qiaoqiao.

The girl had already raised her head, her eyes red and swollen, staring blankly at the big screen, her mouth slightly open, shocked by the appearance of that sentence.

Wang Hui couldn't help but say:

"My god, Lin Ran is playing this seriously!"