All the wealthy families read minds and eat melons, and the fake daughter is revealed again

The young man's silver hair was so recognizable in the night. He had one leg bent and his hands behind his back, sitting in a lazy posture. Even though he was wearing the same clothes as everyone around him, he was particularly conspicuous.

Xue Xiaofei and others originally came over excitedly to watch the fun, clamoring to see who was so bold as to confess his love during evening training. However, after seeing the unique hair color among the crowd, they suddenly felt as if they were filled with cold water. Splashed over.

Their company was not the only one who came to watch the excitement. There were too many people, so they could only stand on the outside and watch with their feet propped up.

Xu Jing's eyes wandered through the crowd and asked hesitantly: "What, please help me look for him. Is there a second silver-haired person here? I seem to be a little night blind, so I haven't found him yet."

Xue Xiaofei scratched her head, "I didn't find it either. My eyesight is not good. I have to go to the optical shop to buy a pair of glasses another day!"

Li Qingyi frowned slightly and fixed his eyes on the familiar face next to the silver-haired boy. After a few seconds, he confirmed: "The person next to Qi Jiayan is Xie Chenxiao."

Two people: "..."

The three of them looked at Shen You.

Shen You blinked and asked funnyly: "Why are you looking at me like that? It's not necessary, is it?"

Xie Chenxiao can now be called a popular figure among the new students. It is not unusual for someone to like him. Didn't she just meet one today?

In fact, you originally only planned to have a secret crush on Cong Zhexiao. After all, I am so dazzling, how dare you think that you are the person standing next to me, or even dare to expect that I will notice you.

It is reasonable for Xie Chenxiao to agree with you. Compared to being disliked by a girl, a bad friend who means the same thing obviously makes you sadder.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Xie Chenxiao was amused by your arrogant accusation and replied casually: "So, you should let you fall?"

The video lasted only a few minutes, and the audience was completely white, except for a beam of light shining on the piano.

The moment I said those two words, the air seemed to be still.

After a pause, I remembered that the boy said that I often peeked at Qingqing. I glanced at the instructor nearby and raised my eyebrows: "You always looked behind you during military training. The instructor can't testify. What about him? Is it possible?" Could it be that he has been observing you?"

But the bad friend sees your thoughts and always mentions me in front of you. He also swore to tell you that it is extremely unlikely that Cong Zhexiao has a crush on you, and also listed various behaviors of Cong Zhexiao.

Seeing you talking, it seemed that I was moved to tears first. I raised my hand and made a "pause" gesture. Looking at your expectant eyes, I hesitated and said: "...Is he?" "

No one even found out the middle school and class that Cong Zhexiao attended in middle school, and even found a video of me playing the piano in an art performance in my first year of junior high school.

When the Confession Wall posted posts about asking for Xie Chenxiao/confessing to Xie Chenxiao, it was a rare nine-square grid picture, and each of the nine pictures was put together from a few screenshots. According to the Confession Wall, it can be posted Only a part of it has been posted, not all of it has been posted. The four-square grid is not the limit of the number of people who can confess to Xie Chenxiao. It’s just that Qiangqiang felt that posting too few posts repeatedly confessing to the same person might be too bad, so he Selected a part to send.

The boy opened his mouth and finally realized that he was guilty.

The crowd watching the silence had obviously expected that a romantic confession about a boy cowardly pursuing love would turn out that way. For a while, there were rustling comments in the crowd.

Xie Chenxiao looked calmly at the boy who suddenly took out a bouquet of flowers and came over to confess to me. He listened to you murmuring a bunch of words. I knew every single word of those words, but I had to put them together. How come we feel so familiar together?

Due to the persistent brainwashing by bad friends, the boy had a psychological suggestion and mistakenly thought that I was watching him, so he couldn't help but encourage me and mustered up the courage to confess his love with a bouquet of flowers.

The boy hugged the flower in his arms tightly in belief, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled, "He... does he know you?"

At this moment.

Xie Chenxiao's original intention was to ridicule you for being serious about training, and for slandering me for the sake of my friends. He expected that your face would turn red every time you said something, so he suddenly had something to say.

None of the boys in the crowd seemed to be going up. They suddenly jumped out and stood next to the boy who confessed his love. He pointed at Xie Chenhao and said, "How is that possible?! He often peeked at Qingqing during military training. You almost fell down this morning. At that time, he even helped you. If he has been paying attention to you, how could it be such a coincidence? If he has a crush on Qingqing, don't play hard to get! If he breaks your heart, he will chase his wife to the crematorium! "

No one specially "passed by" during our military training to catch a glimpse of my beauty.

Xie Chenxiao looked past the two simple-looking people, past the crowd, and hurriedly fixed his gaze on a certain position in the crowd.

It’s rare to see so few people submit articles to confess their feelings to the same person. Many people who have never met Cong Zhexiao are naturally curious about me. But no one anonymously submitted a photo of Xie Chenxiao secretly taken during a break in military training. Although it's not blurry, it's enough to show that I have an ordinary appearance.

The boy who confessed his love to me naturally noticed that his friend had the same reaction. At this moment, the shame and anger of being agreed with the possibility of being quietly backstabbed by a bad friend are constantly intertwined in your heart.

The light falling under me was like a blue moon, enveloping my shadow, as if it had turned into a tangible barrier, separating me from the silence on the stage.

The boy you call "Qingqing" was quiet for two seconds. "Some people say he hates me."

The boy then explained to you, "Qingqing, don't think too little about him! You are just keeping an eye on Xie Chenxiao for him, how could you do this to me?!"

Xie Chenxiao shook his head, his expression seemed to be fake, "It's recognition."

At this time, I still had white hair and was not dressed too formally. It was as if I had been asked to play a piece of music temporarily. The thin short-sleeved white shirt underneath me was fluttering in the wind. I sat behind the piano and my body moved with the music. It moved with the movements of the piano, and its slender fingers jumped nimbly under the white keys.

The melody was heavy and slow, but I seemed to be immersed in my own world. My eyes were cast into the void, my lips were tight, and I could barely see the music score behind me. But it hasn't been reduced at all.

You looked at your bad friend with hurt eyes.

Hearing this, the boy who was pointing at my nose and yelling in the next second instantly blushed and admitted in a panic: "He, he is talking nonsense!"

A Turkish retrograde song began, and there was thunderous applause on the stage. After years of favor and humiliation, I was still surprised. I bowed indifferently, not caring about the countless eyes in front of me that were leading my back.

The results of it?