Sylvie and Her New Owner

Hill couldn't argue.

The courage to confess the system to Si Kongqing that had been summoned up on the spur of the moment dissipated long ago when he exchanged with French fries.

After a moment of silence, Hill still couldn't hold his breath.

"I was wrong." She hugged Si Kongqing and said softly.

"Where is wrong?"

"I won't seduce you anymore."

"Are you sure this is an apology?"

"Then..." She was blushing and seemed to be exuding the sweetness of wine, "If I seduce you again in the future, you...you can do whatever you want."

But I added another sentence in my heart, don't blame me when my aunt comes.

Si Kongqing looked at her, stretched out his hand, and brushed away the hair that fell in front of the girl's eyes:

"Then it's settled."

Hill was overjoyed: "Forgive me?"

Sikong Qing sighed, what else could he do?

"Have you peeked at my browsing history?"

Hill sticks out his tongue, it is always embarrassing to expose such a thing.Thinking of something again, she couldn't help but blushed:

"I see the influence of the one you searched for... the 16-year-old..."

Si Kongqing's expression was composed, not at all embarrassed:

"That? Physiologically, it doesn't matter."

Understanding what she was implying, Hill felt like he was about to burn:

"Then... you wait for me to get ready. No, it won't be too long."

Sikong Qing smiled: "Okay, I'll wait."

The man's knees pushed against him, Hill snorted, pulled out his legs, remembered the things that had been sinking in his heart, and said seriously:

"Then now, you have to talk to me about the competition registration."

Chapter 140 Nine: Siegfried's Heart

As soon as this was mentioned, Si Kongqing fell silent.

When it was rare to see this person dodge and escape, Hill was more determined to ask why.His bare legs were soft and slender, and the shackles that prevented him from turning around were now Si Kongqing's own shackles.

"Are you embarrassed to sing in public?"

She wrapped her up and asked bluntly.

Si Kongqing was ashamed, and he didn't care about his sick body, so he grabbed the pillow and hit Hill's face.

From behind the pillow, Hill's relentless faltering voice came out:

"I guessed it!"

She sighed, she was extraordinarily passive today, as if she wanted to pay back the money she had bullied Hill in the past.

Hill pushed down the pillow, put it between them, and took the opportunity to start moving.The hand that went over the pillow rested on Si Kongqing's waist, and slid down, like raindrops on the glass, slipped to the thigh without any hindrance.In her eyes, Si Kongqing was like silk, noble and beautiful.

"Don't mess around."

Si Kongqing whispered, but did not stop him.

"You sing so well, it's a pity not to sign up." Hill persuaded with regret.

"Don't go."

"Why do you search if you don't go?" Hill stood up and poked the flat belly of his hand with his fingertips.

Si Kongqing blinked, trying to pull his legs back, but was entangled tightly.She has many reasons to quibble, but sophistry... It's meaningless except to save a little face.If you have to lie in front of Hill, then you are too bad to be cured.

"Afraid of being denied? Are you embarrassed to sing in public? Or..." Hill was still racking his brains to guess, but no matter what he said, that person just lay there, looking at her helplessly and tenderly.

She couldn't go on guessing.Who can stand this, the Antarctic is about to melt, and all the steelmaking is going to be turned into fingers.

"There are many reasons."

Sikong Qing said softly.

Hill held his breath, and the little thief's hand also stopped on Si Kongqing's thigh.

"I'm afraid of crowded places.

"The more crowded the more afraid."

She used to dream that she was among the crowd, the time and space were gray, and everyone turned their backs to her, like a wall, like a cage, and a hand suddenly stretched out to grab her away, she was frightened and stopped, then The hand that was stretched out was broken in two, bloody, making the whole dream stinky.

She tried to get over it.Participating in the flag-raising ceremony and participating in the performance of the art festival feels completely different. She is surrounded by familiar people in the class, which will not bring her any sense of crisis.And once she was outside alone, she looked at the ants-like market from a distance, her true colors were revealed, and it became difficult for her to breathe.

For her, the most insecure factor is the large number of people, as if the whole world is full of enemies, that's why she likes to be locked in a room by herself.If she were to go on stage, no one would be able to accompany her, and the spotlight would further aggravate this feeling—although there were so many people, she was alone and alone.

"This, that's it..."

Hill muttered to himself, but couldn't help asking, "Can't you overcome it?"

"Some things don't need to be forced," Si Kongqing smiled, "People who are afraid of heights don't have to overcome their fear of heights, just don't go to high places."

wrong.

Hill did not agree with Si Kongqing's self-comforting sophistry.What I said seems to make sense, I'm afraid of crowded places, so it's fine not to go, but...

"But you like to sing." She said, "People who are afraid of heights may not like to climb, but you do like to sing."

And I like to sing for everyone.

Si Kongqing would not be interested in something she didn't want to do, she just - didn't dare.

"Tell me honestly," Hill hugged her, and put his lips next to Sikong Qing's ear, "Don't tell me you're afraid or not, do you want to go? Don't lie."

Sikong Qing remained silent.

There was no response, but Hill already knew the answer.

She hugged Si Kongqing even tighter, "I also want to see you singing on stage."

Sikong Qing bent his lips: "Really?"

"Yes. When I watched the show, I felt that those who sang well were super powerful, and then when I took a shower, I imagined that I was also holding a concert, howling by myself."

"Then I will howl with you."

"No," Hill said disgustedly, "What if I can't catch up if you sing too high."

Sikong Qing was speechless, she was actually hinting that she wanted to take a bath together.

The soft bed, their close contact, the close skin conveys each other's body temperature, making people not want to wake up, waiting until the sun rises, waiting until the sun goes down.When I was hungry, I asked someone to put the food at the door of the bedroom, wrapped up a bathrobe and went out to get it, and after a short rest, I climbed into bed and continued to be shameless.

This, Hill thought, was the most erotic weekend she'd ever had.

In the evening, Si Kongqing's health improved significantly, so he signed up for Voice of China under Hill's supervision.

Hill pondered, not knowing how to make Si Kongqing overcome the fear of the crowd.She guessed that this might have something to do with her kidnapping experience when she was a child, but knowing this... doesn't seem to be of any use.

The most logical solution should be to make Si Kongqing feel that the crowd is not so scary, and there is not so much malice in the world.

"There will be auditions in a few days, and there will be several regional knockout rounds," Si Kongqing said, "finally go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and the final will be at the Bird's Nest in Beijing."

Hill listened absent-mindedly and echoed inadvertently.Occasionally, I caught a key word, and I couldn't help being fascinated.

bird's nest...

Maybe Si Kongqing will become famous all over the world in one fell swoop?

Now that she is a well-known up master, a top student, with a perfect appearance and voice, and a family background that can't be faulted, she can't think of a reason why Si Kongqing is not popular.

Si Kongqing will definitely be so red that it turns purple, and it turns purple and black, and it is so red that it is known to everyone in the north and south of the river.

The only obstacle is probably to overcome crowd phobia.

She took away Si Kongqing's golden finger, so it was her duty to help Si Kongqing succeed - and as a lover, she herself would not refuse this matter.

If she couldn't think of a way, she would not hesitate to expose the system.

After the autumn outing, the tense learning atmosphere returned.No. 1 middle school is still the same No. [-] middle school. After a sweet date, there must be a big stick. The grade director is under pressure from the principal, saying that other famous schools are eyeing up menacingly, and how to strictly control the study. I am afraid that the title of No. [-] school will change. host.The grade director got the order, and with a wave of his hand, the new policy was issued immediately——

The number of eliminations in the second class of the next exam will increase by five.

Si Kongqing didn't like this policy.

It was because of this that Hill separated from her and went to Class [-].It is a good thing that five more places have been added now, and the chances of Hill being promoted to the second class are higher.But for the other students in the second class, this is simply raising the difficulty from the abyss to the purgatory.

In the last monthly exam, a few girls with low rankings buried their heads in tears as soon as they returned to class, couldn't the teacher see it?Is it necessary to dry the sponge and squeeze out some water for the number of people in such a few top universities?

What is squeezed out is the sweat and tears of the students.

But no matter how hard other people study like chicken blood, it has nothing to do with Si Kongqing.

She could hear the needle falling in the evening study, she looked out of the window, her hands leaning against the wall were cold.Even if they are all acquaintances, being surrounded makes her feel a little uncomfortable, so she prefers the vast world outside the window.She took out her mobile phone under the table, and the teacher on duty turned a blind eye to it.

She logged into QQ and harassed Hill, but got no response.

Probably studying hard.

she thinks.

Si Kongqing opened the folder, most of the music score inside was completed, if possible, she would like to sing her own songs on stage, but she still lacked the feeling that she couldn't write a rhythm that satisfied her.

Irritability is a rare experience for her, and the torment of not being able to write made Sikong Qing simply start to stay.But in the next second, a burst of inappropriate and abrupt shouts broke into Jing Lai's evening self-study from outside.

——Like lightning splitting the sky, the shouts outside the classroom broke the students' eagerness to study.