The confession was rejected, and the school belle's persona jumped up

After sending Zhang Lei away, all the onlookers also dispersed.

Song Xiang sank down on the chair dejectedly: "Oh, if I had known at that time, I should have been more determined and refused to perform this show. Now I am still a little nervous."

Jiang Yi smiled: "Didn't you always like to recite poetry? I heard that your dream was to be a professional broadcasting host."

"Now that I have the opportunity to perform on stage, why did I quit?"

Jiang Yi really didn't think it was an important matter, but looking at Song Xiang's appearance, he didn't seem to have any motivation and seemed very depressed.

"Hey, I really liked broadcasting in the past, and I have tried it myself, but later I found that this skill can't be eaten, and I gradually lost my energy."

"Besides, the pressure of school courses was quite high at that time. There was no such time at all, and the interest faded after going back and forth. I haven't picked up this for many years. Now I suddenly want to perform, and I still feel a little uncertain."

Hearing what he said, the other roommates came over to comfort him instead.

Lu Zhuo patted him carelessly: "Don't be too nervous, even if you go up and recite a poem, it's no big deal."

"Besides, you have this foundation, so you are better than ordinary people. There is nothing to be afraid of. Come on."

Cheng Tianhai followed suit and said, "Brother Xiang, your recitation is very meaningful. Aren't there many TV programs about recitation now? What poetry recitation, a recitation reader."

"You can be regarded as catching up with the trend, and I heard you read it very well, why are you so unconfident?"

Several people persuaded him together, and selected a few poems to try.

With everyone's encouragement, Song Xiang recovered a little bit of self-confidence, and then picked up a book of poetry.

"Ahem...then I'll start. Don't laugh at me. I choose some classic poems and songs."

"No one will laugh at you, just start now."

Song Xiang cleared his throat, and his mid-spirited voice immediately echoed throughout the dormitory.

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wipe out the heroes, the success or failure is turned around, the mountains and rivers are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times..."

After reading a word, several people applauded.

"Oh brother Xiang, the reading is pretty good. You are absolutely fine. There is nothing to be afraid of on stage. My buddy supports you."

"It's okay, I can't read at this level anyway, you can read aloud, that's okay, don't be so nervous, scare yourself."

Song Xiang had black lines on his face, he could really brag, if I didn't have a little self-knowledge, I would have almost believed it.

In fact, he has been trained since he was a child, and he also has some foundation in reciting. He reads poems with rich emotions and rich voice, which is much better than ordinary people.

But if you perform on stage, it definitely requires a certain level.

Song Xiang was worried that he would not be able to get into the eyes of the school leaders at this level.

If it's fooling ordinary people, it's indeed appropriate, just like the few in the dormitory who have no foundation.

Especially when he heard their compliments to him, Song Xiang floated up, pretended to have a deep and melancholy expression, and began to tell his own story slowly.

"Hey, I'm relieved to hear what you guys said, but it also reminds me of some of my previous experiences."

"Actually, I liked reading aloud very much when I was a child. It is different from other children who like music and painting. I think reading these things is also very interesting."

"Not only can you express your own unique voice, but also in the process of reading aloud, you can better understand the feelings you want to express in those poems."

"It's a pity...my parents didn't like my hobby, which made me choose a major that can make money. That's why I came to the Department of Finance."

A slightly sad report made the atmosphere of the whole dormitory gloomy.

Even Lu Zhuo, a big Mongolian man, patted Song Xiang's shoulder sadly.

"Dude, don't talk about it, we all understand that in life, there is nothing to do whatever you want, but you should be content with a few of our buddies."

Jiang Yi: "..."

Cheng Tianhai: "..."

Suddenly, Jiang Yi asked: "That's not right, Lao Song, I remember you said that you learned poetry recitation to seduce girls. Could it be that I remembered wrongly?"

As soon as the words came out, the faces of several people changed.

"Okay, Song Xiang, you bastard, you were almost cheated by you. I also remember you said this back then, and you still made it so literary. I'll go!"

"Ah, I almost cried just now, I can't spare you, let's go together!"

Before Song Xiang could react, he was surrounded by three roommates and was beaten up.

"No, no, listen to me, this happened later, the truth is not as superficial as you think..."

"Stop talking nonsense and deceive our feelings. You must learn a lesson."

After playing around for a while, Jiang Yi suddenly said: "Let me recite a poem."

"Ok?"

Several people suddenly turned their faces, looked at him with a surprised look, and then looked down with contempt.

"Jiang Yi, don't join in the fun at a time like this, see what brother Xiang is in such a hurry, you're still meddling here." Lu Zhuo said casually.

Cheng Tianhai was also very curious: "Brother Yi, when did you learn to recite, we didn't know before."

Jiang Yi ignored the two of them, thought for a while, and cleared his throat directly.

Then the body stands upright, one hand is behind the back, the other hand hangs naturally by the side of the body, the head is raised at an angle of 45 degrees, the body is slightly turned sideways by 15 degrees, and the mouth is loud.

"There are beauties in the north, who are peerless and independent. They look at the city of Qingren, and then they look at the country of Qingren..."

His eyes were half-closed, and he seemed to be deeply intoxicated.

What came to mind at the moment was Du Bingli's shy smile.

He was thinking, if Mrs. Li was reborn, her smile would be just like Du Bingli's.

Song Xiang's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he stared at Jiang Yi, not moving away for a long time.

His voice is deep and powerful, with the magnetism of thousands of girls, coupled with the gentle and affectionate rhythm, the emotional rendering is simply perfect.

Lu Zhuo and Cheng Tianhai also opened their mouths wide.

They feel this powerful rendering power. Although they don't know how to read aloud, they still have the ability to distinguish.

After reciting a poem, Jiang Yi stretched out his right hand from his side, drew an elegant arc in front of his body, and then bowed.

Whether it is recitation or movement, everything is done in one go, and the whole performance is perfect.

It took a long time for Song Xiang to react, and blurted out: "Jiang Yi, your voice can be a professional announcer!"

Lu Zhuo and Cheng Tianhai were also full of excitement, and immediately surrounded him: "Brother Yi, tell me, have you been preparing for a long time for the beauty of University Du?"