Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

After all, singing a song is not a troublesome thing for him in itself.

So I agreed.

New Year.

evening.

After Yang Zhuo finished eating, he was ready to go backstage at the New Year's Day party.

On the way, I received a call from Wang Jinghua.

"Hey, Sister Hua!"

"Xiao Zhuo, are you at school?"

"I just finished eating, is there anything wrong?"

"That's just right. I want to talk to you about something. I'm at the school gate. Why don't you come out?"

Yang Zhuo didn't know what she wanted to talk about, but he definitely couldn't go now.

After all, I still have to attend the New Year's Eve party, so it is impossible to release pigeons.

"Sister Hua, I can't do it now. The school's New Year's Eve party will start soon, and I have a show."

"New Year's Eve party? Then just watch the show."

"Okay, I'll pick you up."

After a few minutes.

School gate.

When Yang Zhuo saw Wang Jinghua, she was dressed very ordinary and not conspicuous.

"Miss Hua."

"Xiao Zhuo, you can still perform, is it singing?"

"No way, if they insist on letting me go, they can only sing nonsense."

Hearing this, Wang Jinghua could understand.

Yang Zhuo is definitely a man of the hour at Peking University.

and.

Unlike those athletes who were gilded after retirement, Yang Zhuo was a native student of Beijing University.

real people.

This will make other students feel better.

Coupled with his good looks and good temperament, he must be invited to the stage for the New Year's Eve party.

After a while.

The entrance of the Centennial Lecture Hall.

Because the number of seats is limited, there are student union staff guarding the door at the door, and you can only enter with a ticket.

This kind of "hard work" is done by freshmen.

Seeing Yang Zhuo, someone recognized him and greeted with a smile: "Senior!"

"You have worked hard."

Yang Zhuo responded with a smile, and then said: "This is my friend, I want to see our school's New Year's Day party, do you still have tickets?"

Most of the tickets for the New Year's Day party are given away, how many tickets are given to each class.

But there is still a part for sale, and those who do not have a ticket can buy a ticket to enter.

Hearing this, a girl said: "You don't need to buy tickets, there are some reserved seats, seniors, I'll take you in."

"Is this not good?"

"No, the reserved seat is for foreign guests, and the senior's friends are the guests."

"Thank you then!"

Yang Zhuo thanked several people, and Wang Jinghua also thanked them a few times.

Then the three went in.

As soon as they left, the few remaining people started chatting.

"This is Yang Zhuo?"

"Yes, the men's 100m and 200m champions in the City Games. I watched the live broadcast. It's amazing."

"When I was at home, I also watched the World University Games. It was even better."

"I didn't expect Senior Yang Zhuo to have such a good temper in private, without any airs."

"It's pretty good. It's very sincere at first glance, not pretending."

"I am looking forward to the performance of the seniors in the Olympics."

"I said he was a senior, but in fact he is only in his early 17s, not as old as us."

"Fuck, I'm heartbroken."

The scene is almost full of people at the moment.

After arranging Wang Jinghua's seat, Yang Zhuo went backstage.

His program is relatively advanced and needs to be prepared early.

Wang Jinghua sat on the guest seat and glanced at the scene.

It is indeed one of the best universities in China.

The New Year's Eve party was made like a TV station's party, very grand.

"This kid can sing?"

Wang Jinghua muttered curiously, with a look of anticipation in her eyes.

From the manager's point of view, Yang Zhuo has a good image and temperament, and is strong in sprinting. If he can sing again, it will be a proper bonus.

After half an hour.

The last show ended and two hosts came on stage.

Hostess: "The people who will be on stage next are amazing."

Male host: "Yes, that's our man of the hour at Beijing University."

Hostess: "The following are the men's 100-meter national record holders, the 200-meter national record holders, the men's 100-meter record holders in the Universiade, the world junior [-]-meter record holders, and Yang Zhuo, a sophomore in history at Peking University. !"

"Welcome Yang Zhuo!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of warm applause at the scene.

It was warmer than the previous applause.

After all, Yang Zhuo's reputation is still there.

After a while.

Yang Zhuo took the stage.

Wearing a black suit 0

Because of his good figure and long legs, he looks more stylish than ordinary people in a suit.

Straight, sunny.

As soon as he showed up, there was a burst of cheers from the audience.

"Wow!!!"

"So handsome!"

"what!!"

Yang Zhuo waved his hand: "Hi everyone, I'm Yang Zhuo, and I'm going to bring you a song I've been thinking about, "Fairy Tale", I play and sing it myself, I hope you like it."

The last welcome party sang "Promise".

He couldn't still sing the promise this time, so he took out his favorite "Fairy Tale".

Because this song hasn't been released yet, I can only say that I was thinking about it myself.

Subsequently.

Yang Zhuo was on a high stool, holding the guitar in his arms, and stretched out his hand to adjust the position of the microphone.

In the next second, lightly pluck the strings.

"forget how long it is

never hear you again

Tell me about you~ my favorite story

"

As soon as the singing sounded, the scene fell silent.

There is no noise.

offstage.

Wang Jinghua, who was still a little careless, sat up straight in an instant, her eyes widened even wider.

Ok?

this song?

It was beyond her expectation.

Normally, Yang Zhuo's voice is very clean and pleasant to hear.

I didn't expect it to be better when I sang.

It's not as green as it should be at this age, but it's round and full of texture.