BE Crazy Demon Survival System

His voice was soft and slow, but when it reached Xia Zhixu's heart, it turned into an extremely sharp alarm bell, which suddenly awakened the chilling cicada in his chest that had stopped making noise.

Xia Zhixu let go of Xu Qichen abruptly, stretched out his hand stiffly to the pillar he was grasping, and held it hastily.

"sorry."

Xu Qichen didn't speak, but shook his head slightly, and retracted his face into the collar of his padded jacket.

A thin layer of white mist accumulated on the car windows, and the heating inside the car baked the cheeks of the two people, scorching hot.

He tried his best to hide his abnormality in front of the other party, and went home immediately after saying goodbye in a hurry.During lunch, Xu Qichen received a WeChat message from Xia Zhixu.

[Are you really going to write her poems? ]

It’s all about not writing poems for her.Xu Qichen bit his chopsticks and replied the message.

[I didn't agree to her at first, but later she decided to do the next best thing, saying that she wrote the draft by herself and asked me to help her revise it, and I agreed. ]

As soon as I sent it out, I received a reply from Xia Zhixu.

[That can. ]

Xu Qichen could almost imagine the little satisfied expression on his face when he said this.

In the next few days, whenever Cen Xi was free, he went to the fourth group and asked Xu Qichen to help her revise. In fact, to Xu Qichen, writing poems for the school celebration itself was not very attractive to him, after all, it was utilitarian and purposeful. Both are too strong and lose the meaning of writing poetry itself.But he still helped Cen Xi's staff very seriously and patiently, from the choice of words and sentences to the conception of metaphors, he did his best.

Just because of this program, Xia Zhixu couldn't get in the conversation recently, so he could only sit in the back and silently watch the two of them get together to write poems, and listened to the endless gossip of the tablemate next to him.

Miserable.

The show was reported, and the school's review was successfully passed, so they were waiting for the school celebration performance.After helping to write the poem, Xu Qichen also thought that the task was completed, and he didn't care about the show any more, but it's not as good as God's fortune, but he didn't expect that the day before the school celebration, Cen Xi fell ill.

During the evening self-study, the class leader stood on the podium, "Cen Xi is ill, her show will definitely not be able to go ahead as planned tomorrow, do you have any talents to perform, it is best that you don't need much rehearsal and can directly The kind above."

Everyone in the audience was talking about it, the situation was urgent, and no one dared to stand up easily to pick up this hot potato.

The deskmate whispered, "It is said that it was directly burned to pneumonia, and now it is still in the hospital on water."

Xu Qichen didn't speak, just lowered his head and looked at the book silently, seeing him like this at the same table, he stopped talking.

"Really? Well, if you have any ideas, please let me know at any time. I will report it. Time is very tight. You must notify me as soon as possible, otherwise our class will not have a program for this school celebration."

no show...

Xu Qichen's pen tip poked at the foot of the page, but he couldn't tell what emotion was in his heart.

He didn't even know that Xia Zhixu had been staring at his back since the monitor stood up just now.

It felt like my stool was kicked, and a post-it note was pasted around my neck.

[Do you think it's a pity?Your poems cannot be performed. ]

Xu Qichen breathed a sigh of relief, wrote a line of words below, and reached behind his back to hand the note to Xia Zhixu's desk.

[Unfortunately, but not because of this.I just think that the opportunity to perform on school celebrations is rare. It is a pity that our class may be the only one in the whole school that does not have a program. ]

Xia Zhixu held the note, stared at the answer written by Xu Qichen for a long time, and then stuffed the paper into his Olympiad tutoring book.

"Squad leader!"

Just when the squad leader was about to come down from the podium, he suddenly heard someone calling him. When he looked up, he saw Xia Zhixu in the back row of the fourth group raised his hand, showing two small canine teeth.

"I want to perform on behalf of our class."

Everyone in the class turned their heads to look at Xia Zhixu, Xia Zhixu leaned back in his chair, his originally pretended calm smile became a little embarrassed the moment he saw Xu Qichen turn his head.

Xu Qichen didn't speak, just looked at him, frowning slightly, which was the expression he would make when he was in doubt.

"Really? That's great!" The squad leader seemed to have grasped at straws, and walked quickly to Xia Zhixu's side, "What show are you going to perform? I'll report it to you later."

"This..." Xia Zhixu laughed twice, "I haven't thought about it yet."

He was telling the truth, and before he could think clearly, his hand was already raised.

"Hey, who said before that he would never perform~" Chen Fang looked at the excitement, not to think it was a big deal, "Squad leader, Xia Zhixu can sing really well, and he can also play the guitar."

Xia Zhixu rolled his eyes at him, "Squad leader, Chen Fang can play drums."

The squad leader was relieved and said with a smile, "Then you can form a band! Does anyone know other musical instruments?"

Everyone discussed enthusiastically, and all participated in the topic of "Class 13 School Celebration Performance Great Rescue". Xu Qichen looked at the lively students, turned his head and smiled at Xia Zhixu.

Xia Zhixu said, "Is it a pity?"

Xu Qichen shook his head with a smile, his smiling eyes covered the indifference in his amber pupils, leaving only a warm light.

Looking at the corners of his slightly raised mouth, Xia Zhixu felt that there was nothing more worthwhile than this.

He is not a natural performer, but for Xu Qichen, he is willing to try.

Another keyboard player was gathered together, and the monitor was very excited, but he remembered a very important thing, "By the way, the review of this school celebration is still very strict, and we cannot sing songs about love."

The whole class booed.

"Jingjian is too old-fashioned."

"It's as if the students who sing a love song will fall in love with each other the next day."

"It's so boring~"

The squad leader clapped his hands, "In order for our class to have a smooth show, everyone should be patient, otherwise we will have to sit in the audience and watch other classes perform tomorrow night."

Only then did the complaining students quiet down, and the class leader asked, "Zhixu, have you thought about any songs to sing?"

"Never sing love songs, monitor, don't worry."

Chen Fang grinned and said, "I don't quite believe the word [absolutely] you said anymore."

It's not easy to get used to a program temporarily, but fortunately, the last class in the morning of the next day is physical education, and with the lunch break at noon, you can practice for a few more hours.

"You can go home by yourself later." Xia Zhixu was carrying a black guitar bag, and the strap made a deep dent on his padded jacket.

Xu Qichen nodded, and regretted it a second later.

In fact, he can also practice with him.

However, with what qualifications?

good friend?

A good friend who goes home with you every day?

No matter how fancy and lengthy the attributive is, the essence of the noun it modifies remains unchanged.

"Then I'll go back by myself."

After walking two steps towards the playground, I heard someone shouting from behind.

"You must come and see my performance."

The last two sessions of the afternoon were political and class meetings. Xia Zhixu and the others didn't come to attend. The pressure to make a temporary show must be great, not to mention that it was a band that was all over the place, so Xu Qichen was a little worried.

Class meetings are always self-study, but this time everyone in the class has no intention of studying. After all, the school celebration party will start half an hour after the class meeting ends. This is a rare leisure activity in Jingjian High School, which has a strict style of study.

Xu Qichen absent-mindedly finished the essay assigned by his political teacher, thinking that he could finally go to the performance without any burden.This was the first time he was looking forward to the performance held by the school so much, and the last time he looked back with the same mood was probably Children's Day in the first grade of elementary school.

What song will they perform?

Xu Qichen was lost in thought.

Xia Zhixu's voice is very pleasant, both clear and magnetic, and it always makes people sound comfortable when he speaks. Even the most boring math problems have an opportunity for people to calm down and understand after being explained by him .

His ears were filled with the noise in the classroom, he slowly lowered his upper body, trying to lie down on the table, the pile of books on the left side of the table accidentally rubbed against his cheek, itching.

The scene on the bus not long ago suddenly appeared in my mind.

Suddenly a match popped up in his heart, and when he was unprepared, he sharpened it and ignited, from his chest to his cheeks, from his cheeks to his earlobes.

Xu Qichen buried his head in his elbow in a panic.

"What's wrong with you?" asked the deskmate with concern.

"It's nothing, the heating makes me a little dizzy."

The lies did not bring relief from his symptoms.

Finally, when get out of class was over, Xu Qichen was submerged in the cheerful crowd, surrounded by a group of excited people, and his little happiness was properly hidden.As soon as he walked out of the classroom, he saw Director Wang. What was rare was that Director Wang had a smile on his face.

But Xu Qichen didn't expect Director Wang to stop him the next second.

"Xu Qichen, come here, come here."

Xu Qichen walked over with a bad premonition in his heart.

Instead of standing on the side of the corridor talking as he imagined, Director Wang led him directly to the director's office, still smiling, but it made Xu Qichen even more worried.

"Sit down."

He had no choice but to sit on the sofa opposite Director Wang hesitantly.

"I heard from your teacher Zhang that you won the first prize in the 'Jinyan Cup' this time. I read your composition and it's so beautiful that you can't justify not winning the prize." Director Wang smiled He brought Xu Qichen a cup of hot water, "A talented child like you will be the key training object of the liberal arts class in the future."

Xu Qichen took the water, thanked the director in a low voice, and glanced at the watch hanging on the wall.

Director Wang exchanged some pleasantries, and finally got to the point, "It's like this, my son is in junior high school, right next door to the middle school attached to the Normal University. They also have a composition competition recently, which is very important. I just want to invite You help my son read his composition, I always feel that his writing is fake and empty, and I teach physics myself, so I can’t help much. The exam is coming soon, and the Chinese teachers are busy writing papers... ..."

He glanced at Xu Qichen, "And look, you just won an award for your essay, so talented, I trust you more than my teacher. Here, I brought all his essays over, and tomorrow is the deadline for submission." Alright, can you help me see, how does this write?"

Watching Director Wang take out a piece of manuscript paper from his desk drawer, Xu Qichen's heart sank completely.The director's words were all about this, how could he refuse?

Another glance at the watch.

If the normal process is followed, the party should have started by now.

Class 13's program is on the seventh, so it should be on stage about an hour after the opening.

Hesitating will only waste more time.

"Director Wang, I'll show you right now."

Seeing Xu Qichen take the manuscript paper without hesitation, Director Wang was very happy, "Come on, come on, you sit at my desk, there is a pen on the desk, you just draw on it."

Xu Qichen nodded, sat down and carefully read the director's son's composition.

Time passed by every minute and every second, maybe the heating in the office was turned on too high, Xu Qichen's forehead was dripping with sweat, he lowered his head, carefully helping to consider and revise every word.

first paragraph.

The second paragraph.

third paragraph.

I read each paragraph attentively and revised it until I was satisfied.

Finally, Xu Qichen revised to the last paragraph.Looking up, five or ten minutes had passed, he capped the pen of the pen, and hurriedly stood up, "Director, it's fixed."

"Oh, thank you so much." Director Wang also stood up from the sofa, "Come on, Director invites you to dinner, what do you want to eat?"

"No need, Director, I have to leave first." Xu Qichen bowed hastily, and ran out of the office in a panic.

The location of the party was in the auditorium, Xia Zhixu was standing in the background, and the makeup artist specially invited by the squad leader was helping him with the final finishing before going on stage.

"Is Xu Qichen here?"

Chen Fang shook his head, "I didn't see it, maybe he didn't come."

"Impossible..." Although Xia Zhixu denied it, his tone was lacking in confidence.

"Chen Fang, your drum kit has been put on. You are about to go on stage."

"Oh! OK, now!"

Chen Fang dragged Xia Zhixu, who was in a daze, and another keyboard player, and the three of them came onto the stage when the lights went dark.

Xia Zhixu stood in front of Li Mai, and adjusted the guitar on his back to the position in front of him.

The moment the lights came on, he tried his best to find Xu Qichen's figure among the crowded audience.

without him.

He couldn't tell what his current mood was, probably because of a very urgent need.

If he couldn't be satisfied, he would rather tear off the fake decent smile on his face now and leave the stage.

Chen Fang raised the drumstick with both hands, and beat it rhythmically three times in mid-air.

The song performance officially begins.

After all, Xia Zhixu still failed to leave here as he thought, but compromised under the expectant eyes of everyone.He swept across the strings with his right hand, lowered his head slightly, and aimed at the microphone.

"I timidly said to myself, Is that it?

I am the sun in your eyes and the sadness in your shadow

I ask me if the world is the same

let me shine on your time of rest"

Suddenly, the closed door of the auditorium was opened, and a hurried figure appeared at the door.

Xia Zhixu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Watching him leaning against the door panting for breath from a distance, he waved to himself.

The people on the stage finally showed a sincere smile.

"You are me, a carefully maintained dream

I'm tired of enjoying the light that no one can replace

I am me, the sun that shatters at the touch

I fervently hope

Can gain faith before disappearing"

Xu Qichen, who was standing at the highest point, looked at Xia Zhixu who was dazzling on the stage through many figures, and lost his mind for a moment.

He really is like the sun.

At the end of the song, I don’t know which class’s girl was so bold, she ran up with a bouquet of flowers, and stuffed the bouquet into Xia Zhixu’s arms, which made him so embarrassed that she missed a sentence word.

The performance ended successfully, and Xu Qichen walked around from the side of the auditorium to the backstage.

The moment Xia Zhixu saw him, he was so happy that he wanted to rush up and hug him, but after thinking through his mind, he stopped acting again.

It was Xu Qichen who came up first, and he didn't apologize. Although he was going to do it at first, when he saw Xia Zhixu with a reserved expression, the first thing he did was to pick a flower from the bouquet in his arms. Daisy, hold it in your hand and look at it.

Then it was inserted in Xia Zhixu's ear.

Xu Qichen smiled like a child, "Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha."

Xia Zhixu was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Did you hear it just now? How...how was the singing?"

"It sounds good." Xu Qichen nodded sincerely, rolled his eyes, stretched out his index finger, and poked Xia Zhixu's shoulder.

Xia Zhixu didn't understand the meaning of his action, and his face was full of doubts.

"Let's see if you will break if you touch it, little sun." Xu Qichen laughed again.

[You are a dream I carefully maintain. ]

[I am the sun that shatters when touched. ]

Seeing Xu Qichen's innocent yet teasing smile, Xia Zhixu also raised the corners of his mouth.

The makeup artist lifted all his hair up, revealing his heroic eyebrows and eyes, with an aura between a boy and an adult.

He suddenly grabbed Xu Qichen's extended finger and held it firmly in his palm.

"What are you doing?" The smile on Xu Qichen's face froze, revealing a trace of confusion.

Xia Zhixu replied with a half-smile, his voice was very low, but it was full of wonderful bewitching power.

"Confiscate the tools of crime."