How to turn back my best friend who covets me [Rebirth]

The front desk has become active, and students who can sing and dance have begun to warm up the stage.

Fu Zhengming raised the corner of the curtain, "Look, Master Qi is here."

Wen Zhiqing was arranging the hem of his clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles meticulously, when he heard this, he frowned.

Looking around the students dancing on the stage, he clearly saw Qi Shaoshi pass through half of the auditorium and sit down in the middle of the auditorium, surrounded by Lu Jiuyang and others.

Whether Master Qi comes or not, they will reserve a seat for him, and it will still be the main seat.

Wen Zhiqing would rather Master Qi not come than to be alone and have no one to support him, it seems very pitiful.

He still doesn't understand why Master Qi suddenly ignored him?Where is the source of the quarrel with him?

Wen Zhiqing looked at the audience from afar, with helpless pampering in his soft eyes.

The vicious person couldn't help but want to pour dirty water on him, "Master Qi and Chu Feng are friends who have known each other for many years. They can be called the master and master of our Jiying Middle School together, which is enough to prove their friendship. You are a new guy, you are still here to replace Chu Feng, and you still want to count on Master Qi to help you, heh, don't overestimate your capabilities."

Wen Zhiqing turned to look at Fu Zhengming with a gentle and calm expression, "The squad leader has time to eavesdrop on our conversation, so why not do something more meaningful."

"Who! Who eavesdropped, I was passing by you..."

"I listened to it, didn't you? The monitor should have heard it too. I'm worried about singing without an accompaniment. Can the monitor solve this problem for me?"

"Do you think it's possible?" Fu Zhengming sneered.

"Impossible." Wen Zhiqing didn't care, and turned back to the auditorium.

Fu Zhengming was shocked by his calm attitude, and continued to yell harshly behind his back.

"That's interesting, isn't it? Originally, our plan was to push you to perform in the middle of the show. Only by staying calm in times of crisis can you show your demeanor. Now that you know that you are going to perform on stage, isn't singing a cappella more able to show your strength? You It's time to show off!"

Wen Zhiqing straightened his back and walked calmly from the side to his position. His figure was as tall and straight as a pine, and groups of people looked back at him. This demeanor alone can fascinate a large number of boys and girls.

Director Kong patted him on the shoulder, "An An, this suit suits you very well!"

At a young age, he suddenly wore a black tuxedo with the demeanor of an old British gentleman.

"I brought the guitar here for you. Is it necessary? Don't be nervous if you come on stage later. Let's just mean it, and don't compare with them."

"Thank you director, it should come in handy."

After the performances of instrumental music, singing and dancing, magic, etc., some people yelled and asked Wen Zhiqing to come on stage, especially Lu Jiuyang and others yelled the loudest.

Wen Zhiqing stood up, "I'm not talented, I don't have much talent, so I don't want to disturb everyone's interest."

"It's okay, let's sing! Give us a chance to get to know our new classmates!" Lu Jiuyang and Mi Zixia didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Then all I can do is sing."

"Sing what?" Someone asked.

""Luzhou Moon", Xu Song's song." Xu Song's song is the youthful memory of their generation. Wen Zhiqing, who doesn't hear anything outside the window and has no entertainment activities, can sing a few familiar popular songs. song too.

After waiting for a while, no one played the soundtrack for him behind the scenes, so Wen Zhiqing picked up the guitar and went on stage.

Sitting on the high stool and tuning the tune a little, Wen Zhiqing hugged the guitar and began to pluck the strings.

After a prelude, the restless auditorium fell silent. The eyes of the people on the stage looking at the audience were gentle and transparent, deep and warm, as indifferent and inclusive as the ocean.

When Wen Zhiqing started singing, he finally caught the eyes of Master Qi from the audience.

Master Qi's eyes have always been firm, calm and calm, never wavering.

He sat among a group of people, propped his chin and turned his head to look at the stage, as if he was in the center of the stage, with an inexplicable and powerful aura around him that could not be ignored.

"Wonderful!" Mi Zixia, who was hugging her left and right, said excitedly, "I'm really a voice controler, I think I'm going to fall in love with him!"

"This voice..." Chen Rong touched his chin, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a wicked smile, "It's time to dub it, it's very suitable!"

Lu Jiuyang, who was sandwiched between them, waved the fluorescent stick boredly, wondering, "What are you talking about, ah!? Does Wen Zhiqing sing well? You look like you are about to be poisoned and die from taking medicine?"

Mi Zixia and Chen Rong: "You don't understand!"

Wen Zhiqing's voice is a bit milky, but he usually speaks sonorously and forcefully, with a flat tongue and a protruding tongue, front nasal and back nasal, unambiguous, it is a very standard mandarin.

He also brought this habit to singing.

Singing inevitably blurs the sound of some words, but Wen Zhiqing sings every word and sound, and the pronunciation is very clear, without any pretentiousness.

Singing like this is easy to lose part of the beauty of rhythm, but his timbre is unique, and it also has a unique charm that moves the ears.

If such a person were to sing that soft and charming song, I don't know... what kind of style would it be?

"When chiseling the wall stole someone's light

Su Xi did not comb through the cold window of ten years of hardship

Now reading leisurely under the lamp, red sleeves add fragrance

Half-life fame is nothing but vanity"

When looking down, Wen Zhiqing's long eyelashes curled up, casting a shadow on the eyelids. Under the soft and warm light, his soothing eyebrows and facial contours can really convey emotion.

"Luzhou moonlight shines on my heart

Under the moon, you are no longer what you used to be

Too many hurts to tell my heart

Sigh, it was only commonplace at that time.”

Gambling books disappeared with the fragrance of tea, which was only common at that time.Those ordinary memories between him and Master Qi in the past turned into smoke like a warm day in the blue field. Could he really not get his wish?

"Moonlight, pear blossoms and cool rain in Luzhou

Who are you by now?

The moonlight of my hometown is deeply burned in my heart

But I can’t shed tears back then.”

"An'an! Be sober! He's dead and can't come back! How long are you going to be persistent!"

"He is really dead, but I always remember that he still has something to say to me..."

Wen Zhiqing tilted his head slightly and laughed, his brown hair gently brushed the scar on his right forehead.

Those smiling eyes, like crescent moons, are clear and clean, with a gentle and moving temperament.

There are many good-looking people in the world, only Wen Zhiqing has a good-looking smile.

Wen Zhiqing's smile is not only good-looking, but also has an inexplicable appeal.

The way he smiles makes people feel happy from the bottom of their hearts, as if they can see his clear heart through his juvenile eyes, the warm, sunny, doting, undisturbed smile is full of affinity Contagious.

His smile is so amazing.Those who have no resistance fall hopelessly in love with him.

Master Qi was not surprised either.

"Thank you, I didn't sing well, it poisoned everyone's ears."

"Don't rush down! One more song!"

Chen Rong looked at Lu Jiuyang strangely, "Don't you understand the subtlety of Wen Zhiqing's voice?"

"So what, will it hinder my appreciation? No way!" Lu Jiuyang snorted coldly, and continued to lead the crowd to boo, "Wen Zhiqing has another song!"

Chen Rong was speechless to this straight man, "Hey, where did you get your light sticks?"

Mi Zixia turned around, "Chen Rong, do you want it? I still have it here, and it was given to me by the girls in my class!"

Chen Rong glanced at the girls on the left and right of him, secretly hating why this person hasn't been beaten with a sack yet!

After Wen Zhiqing sang the song, Master Qi left, mercilessly, without delay.

Wen Zhiqing didn't even react on stage.

Seeing Master Qi left, Wen Zhiqing went straight off the stage, and wanted to take the opportunity to say a few words to Master Qi, so as to break the deadlock.

Master Qi did not give him this opportunity at all, and for nearly a week, he spoke to him very rarely.

The last time he asked Master Qi to resell the watch, Master Qi put the money bag in his drawer on the third day without saying a word.

Wen Zhiqing's head hurts, and he is worried that Master Qi is alienating him, and the monthly exam for the first grade of Jiying Middle School is approaching.

He is not afraid of liberal arts subjects, but he has not been in contact with science subjects for many years.

He could have chosen to break the can and smash it, probably because of the exam psychology he had cultivated since he was a child. He would never give up and give up. He just made things difficult for himself, reviewing several homework at the same time in a limited time of a few days, tossing himself to exhaustion.

With his head hanging from the beam and his butt piercing until midnight, Wen Zhiqing had only one thought in his mind. After returning home, he must choose liberal arts, there is no need to discuss it!

The exam lasted for two days. On the first day of the morning, Chinese and mathematics, and Chinese in the afternoon, the composition may be off topic. After all, it can’t change the thinking mode of graduate students for a while.

The next day, he studied comprehensive science in the morning and English in the afternoon. The questions were more basic. His memory was good, and he could fill in the answers to some simple questions without even thinking about them.

The exam room is in my class, but the desks are moved a little away. Wen Zhiqing pays attention to Master Qi, and every exam will glance at the side.

Then he found that Master Qi was worthy of his title as a god of learning, and he answered the questions so quickly that he, a master of learning, was ashamed of himself.

Master Qi was not in a hurry to hand in the test paper after answering the test, so he just took an extra-curricular book and read it there, and the invigilator would not suspect him of cheating or anything.

While Wen Zhiqing was writing the composition, he suddenly noticed a gaze. He turned his head and saw that Master Qi was staring at his test paper intently.

"What's wrong?" He asked knowingly.

Master Qi glanced at him, "The writing is not bad."

Wen Zhiqing suddenly lost the mood to write essays, and Master Qi finally took the initiative to talk to him!

He was so happy that he finished the composition with a few lines of cursive writing, and the answer sheet was placed on the left hand side, so that Master Qi could appreciate it, but it was a pity that Master Qi didn't glance at him again.

The results of the monthly exam came out on the third day, and Shaoshi Qi was No. 1 as expected, with full marks in mathematics, physics and chemistry, and only those in liberal arts were deducted some points for subjective questions.

Such an unattainable achievement is enviable, and there is no desire to compete with it.

When people in the class were discussing grades, Wen Zhiqing happened to pass by. Fu Zhengming grabbed him and asked, "Wen Zhiqing, I heard that you are the first in your school every time. How did you do this time?"

"We are a small place, and No. 1 is not worth much." Knowing that Fu Zhengming cared about grades, but every time he took the exam, he was inferior to Master Qi, Wen Zhiqing didn't want to care about him so much, and flattered him a few words casually.

On the contrary, Fu Zhengming's frightened appearance brought back memories of his previous life.