The music class was taken over again

Qiao Zhengfei had a playful look in her eyes, as if she was saying: "Master, please sing and be happy."

Helplessness flashed across Zhang Hongliang's face, but he didn't show weakness. He had already picked up the microphone, but he still didn't speak.

The booing from the audience grew louder.

"Brother, sing one!"

"Sing!"

"Sing it!"

Zhang Hongliang lowered his breath to his dantian, picked up the microphone, his chest heaved up and down, and he even tiptoed his feet: "That's... Qingzang... High... Aw... squeak..."

Zhang Hongliang was really not afraid of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, but unfortunately the high-pitched sound was halfway up, and the inferior microphone made a piercing scream.

Everyone covered their ears.

Zhang Hongliang suffocated in his lungs, feeling very depressed.

The host was very embarrassed, first he apologized to the audience, and then he apologized to Uncle Zhang and Qiao Zheng.

Qiao Zheng felt nothing, Uncle Zhang said sullenly: "It's really useless, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is kicked, I still want to sing dolphin sounds with this girl."

Qiao Zheng smiled at Uncle Zhang, and exchanged a few polite words.

She was really glad the microphone didn't work.

Yan Ze hadn't seen so many people for a long time, and the crowd was chaotic and disorderly, full of noise everywhere, she made several rounds to find her mother.

Yan Ze's mother hadn't taken off her make-up yet, she was wearing a silk dress covered with gold and silver flakes, holding a fan with a few old sisters: "We want to pick Xiao Qiao!"

Yan Ze didn't know where his mother learned English.

But Qiaozheng has already gone down, and there is no one to see. Uncle Zhang is enough for her to bear, what if another enthusiastic aunt wants to dance duo with her.

The high pitch is really challenging. Qiao Zheng hasn't played such a high pitch for a long time. Now she feels that her throat is very dry, as if it is about to emit green smoke, and she always wants to cough. She has been holding back on stage.

There were still many people cheering in the audience, not for Uncle Zhang, but for their own names or numbers.

"Beauty, one more song!"

"Oh! Beauty, dance for my brothers!"

Qiao Zheng frowned, the stage was dark, and was illuminated by the blinding lights, her arms and legs couldn't tell who it was, let alone see a person's face clearly.

Mother Yan turned to her daughter and said, "Xiao Qiao is very popular, I think she is the most promising to debut..."

Yan Ze held his forehead and remained silent.

The host asked Qiao Zheng: "Miss Qiao, is there another song for the audience?"

Qiao Zheng refused with a smile, although the booing from the audience was getting louder and overwhelming like a flood, almost covering the tone of the background music.

"No, thank you all."

She hurriedly dropped off the platform area, and before reaching the last step, she was staggered by a force and fell into someone's arms.

The pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol rushed into her nostrils, Qiaozheng's stomach was churning, and her hand grabbed a wet thing, which was a man's dirty shirt soaked in sweat.

Qiao Zheng was startled, quickly pushed away, turned and ran.

"Play here." There was also a man behind him, holding Qiao Zheng's hand. I don't know how long it has been since this man touched a woman, but when he touched Qiao Zheng's soft little hand, there was an expression on his face when he was drunk .

Qiaozheng shook it and couldn't get away. She could hear the loud voices of people, but it was difficult to ask for help. There were many abandoned buildings nearby, which were planned to be demolished and rebuilt. There were also dark spaces and unlit alleys in between. .

The tiger looks at the wolf from the front and back, there is no way to advance and no way to retreat.

Qiao Zheng was trembling all over. She never thought that one day she would be transferred to the wolf's den.

Great fear grabbed every inch of her nerves.

These people are robbing sex, not robbing money.

A man with greasy and disheveled hair cornered her, his eyes glowed evilly, and he began to move.

"Ah!" A scream came from the man's throat.

His mouth opened exaggeratedly, his eyes closed tightly for a moment, and the veins on his forehead suddenly tensed due to the severe pain.

Kara.

The brick fell to the ground and broke into three pieces.

Qiao Zheng clutched her chest and took this opportunity to run to a place with light.

For today's performance, she wore a pair of fish mouth high-heeled shoes. The heels are thin and high, the platform is thick, and the front end is slightly raised. Normally, she can handle such fancy and useless shoes, but It was life and death now, and she fell after taking her first step.

Knees and elbows scrape the gravel path, and the broken skin burns.

She couldn't care so much, she got up with her hands on the ground.

At this time, one pair of hands gently held her waist, although the movement was gentle, the strength should not be underestimated, and another pair of hands held her wrist.

Qiaozheng leaned against herself and leaned on those hands, enduring the pain and getting up, her knees were hot, and she didn't know if she was bleeding.

As soon as the center fell on her leg, there was a severe pain at the wound, and her body swayed, hitting the soft chest in front of her.

Qiao Zheng couldn't open her eyes in pain. She touched a shirt with a hard texture. She didn't even need to look at someone's face to know that she was a leader who loved the people, loved the people, was self-denying and devoted to public affairs.

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Qiao Zheng hugged her waist tightly.

Yan Ze held her hand tightly, and shook her off without tenderness at all. Qiao Zheng turned 180 degrees and stuck to that firm back.

The man who had been hit by a brick was knocked unconscious, covered the back of his head, and sat on the corner with his legs open, cursing indistinctly.

His accomplice, seeing that it was a woman, didn't take it seriously, and his words became even more filthy: "There's another girl, boss, you are out of luck, and the younger brothers will share the food one by one."

"Well... you two don't move, just let me go..."

Qiaozheng's hands and feet were cold, and there was a deeper alley behind, so it was even more unsafe to run backwards, and to move to a crowded place, he had to pass through the remaining two wretched men.

Yan Ze held her hand, his voice was like metal covered with frost in the night: "Go."

Qiaozheng was worried, and her body was behind her.

Halfway through, Qiaozheng quickly picked up the broken bricks on the ground, and the two men saw her movement and quickly dodged to the sides.

Qiao Zheng threw away the bricks with a wave of his hand, and the speed was very fast. In the dim light at night, there was only a black shadow, and the exact trajectory of the movement could not be discerned.

Taking advantage of this gap, Qiao Zheng kicked off her high heels and walked barefoot.

When Yan Ze sent her back to the school dormitory, Qiao Zheng finally couldn't help crying.

Just now she was tense and endured, but now under the cover of the familiar light, the strings in her heart were broken. The alley was so dark just now, compared with the lights in the room, it was a bit dazzling.

Her eyeballs were stimulated by the light, and tears welled up.

I completely forgot that the leading comrades were there.

Escaping from the dead, she didn't care about so many image things at all. She was just sobbing and whimpering softly in her throat, whether she sniffed her nose.

Most of the tissue paper at the head of the bed was removed. After wiping the snot and tears, Qiao Zheng roughly crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Now the floor was white as if it had been hailstormed.

Qiao Zheng put on heavy makeup, and forgot to remove it when she returned to the dormitory. She was flushed red and purple by tears, and there were still some shiny things on her mouth.

After twitching for a while, Qiaozheng remembered something, pointed to a certain place, whimpered and said a word, a sentence mixed with a nasal sound, and was interrupted several times by hiccups.

Yan Ze didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Qiaozheng was crying so hard that she couldn't even speak clearly, so she simply didn't repeat herself. She walked over and took out a small box from the drawer.

Yan Ze didn't know what it was, but Qiao Zheng opened the small box and took off the contact lens from his eyes with a tool.

"..."

After taking off the contact lenses, Qiao Zheng rubbed her eyes hard and burst into sobs.

"..."

Yan Ze thought that the tears of beautiful women were pear blossoms with rain, and I felt pity for them.

Unexpectedly, it can also make violent wind and rain, ghosts cry and wolves howl.

In the end, Qiao Zheng's voice gradually became hoarse, and her breath became weaker and weaker.

Sobbing for a while, she fell on the bed and closed her eyes.

Yan Ze looked at the soles of her feet, they were delicate and delicate, and could be broken by blowing bombs. The five toes were like grapes carved from jade, round and very cute.

The front and heel of the soles of ordinary people rub the most against the ground when walking, and the cortex is also thick, but Qiao Zheng is different. Every part of the soles of the feet is tender and raw, with red in the white.

Just now, she walked barefoot for that part of the way, and the soles of her white feet were full of small pits pressed by gravel, and the dense red marks made people feel distressed.

"Don't lie down, go wash your face and feet."

Qiaozheng got up from the bed, like an angry goose, breathing from her nostrils.

She took off her coat, put on her shoes, put them on backwards, and went to the bathroom like this.

Yan Ze wanted to say that you haven't taken your pajamas yet, but Qiao Zheng has already closed the door.

She wanted to knock on the door to remind her, but she didn't expect that the other party hadn't inserted the latch at all, and pushed it away with a light push. Qiao Zheng was taking off her clothes, pulling her shirt off her head, her hair was loose, and her shoulders and waist were exposed. Then, a strange brilliance appeared in the light.The slightly concave waist should be able to just fit in the tiger's mouth.

The author has something to say: kicked = broken

I feel that today's plot is a bit bloody and vulgar...I am ashamed...