[Quick Transmigration] He who was born to be loved

The school was invested and built by wealthy people, and the students who come here are from good families, so the annual art festival is like a grand dinner. All students can change into their own carefully prepared clothes instead of school uniforms on this day. Welcome to the art festival with joy.

The host of the art festival and the students who needed to perform all gathered in the background to make up and change their clothes. Lan Si was going to sit in the audience area of ​​the class, but Cui Qi refused to let him out of his sight, and Lan Si had no choice but to sit in the audience area of ​​the class. Follow him all the time.

Cui Qi was already outstanding in appearance, but he still looked a bit youthful in his school uniform.But as soon as he puts on the ironed and straight suit, he looks more handsome, as if he is already a social elite who has left the campus.

He has a good background, basically he doesn't need much makeup, he just lifts his bangs up, revealing his sharp eyes and deep eyes, handsome and cold.

Lance lay lazily on the dressing table next to him and looked at him, stretched out his hand to pinch his cuff boredly, and muttered softly.

"Why are you so beautiful? Many people came to see you on purpose."

Lance is wearing a beige sweater and slacks today. The sweater hat is in the shape of cute rabbit ears.The delicate face is soft and pleasant, like a clump of lush green trees on a hot summer day, every frown and smile attracts everyone's attention.

The obsessive eyes of those who deliberately walked past them many times were clearly fixed on him.

As if to show his desire for exclusiveness in public, Cui Qi stretched out his hands and pinched his face, then stroked his small earlobe with his thumb and forefinger, his movements were ambiguous and natural.

His fingertips were a little rough, and Grindelins felt itchy.And the earlobe is also a sensitive area.He wanted to hide when he was touched, he glanced at Cui Qi who was focused, and changed the subject.

"The art festival is about to start, are you ready to go on stage?"

As soon as the words fell, the teacher in charge of the art festival came to urge the hosts to wait. Cui Qi withdrew his hands and stood up, took out the mobile phone from the bag he brought and handed it to him, and said in a low voice: "This party will be broadcast live. , you are here."

Cell phones are not allowed in school.However, some students would secretly take it. The atmosphere of the art festival was relaxed and happy, and the teachers also turned a blind eye and relaxed their management. When the host came to the stage, some people in the audience even boldly raised their mobile phones to take pictures.

The performers were all warming up or rehearsing in the waiting area. Lansi was the only one left in this dressing room. He found a comfortable position on the sofa in the dressing room to watch the live broadcast. The scene in the video was similar to The indistinct microphones and cheers outside overlapped, and Lan Si couldn't help but feel happy, but it was a pity that no one watched with him.

The noise covered the slight sound of opening the door, and it wasn't until the sofa beside Lance was sunken that he turned his head and looked over belatedly.

"Ah Qi? Why are you here?"

Cui Qi softened his expression after seeing the surprise in his eyes, then patted his head, and replied in a gentle voice.

"I changed the order with someone else, and it was my turn at the end."

Lance immediately got up from the sofa, leaned close to him and showed him the screen of the mobile phone, and said excitedly.

"Look, look, this clown is super funny, I think the acting is really good!"

Cui Qi glanced at the screen, then looked away, his eyes fell on his side face with relish, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly said lightly.

"Go. I'll take you out to have a look."

Lance looked at him in surprise, and asked in disbelief.

"really?"

Cui Qi'en let out a sound, turned off the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket, then led him by the hand through the small backstage door and walked into the art festival site, swiping his face in the front row and changing to two positions with the best viewing angles.

The music at the scene was very loud, and the cheers from the audience almost toppled the roof. Cui Qi made the two chairs close together before letting Lan Si sit down, and then put his arms around his shoulders openly.

Watching it live was indeed more atmospheric. Lance shouted along with other audience members, and from time to time, he leaned into Cui Qi's ear and happily discussed with him who sang the best.

The surrounding sounds seemed to be far away at this moment, only Lan Si's soft voice penetrated into his ears without any gaps, Cui Qi stared at Lan Si's bright eyes that were melted into a bright eyes by the lights on the scene, his deep eyes gradually faded away. Seeing the hands they were holding but never separated, his heart sank for a moment, and he couldn't help but bowed his head slightly and kissed him.

Lance didn't notice his feather-light movements, nor did he realize the ups and downs of his emotions that were about to reach the fluctuation value but stuck at the critical point.

At the end of the art festival, Cui Qi, as the host, had to go back to the waiting room. He originally wanted to take Lan Si backstage, but after seeing the other party's reluctant expression, his heart softened, and he thought of him standing on the stage. From time to time, I can see where Lance is sitting now, so for the first time, he is allowed to stay at the scene.

Standing on the stage and seeing Lance staring up at him, Cui Qi's indifferent face gradually showed a gentle smile, and he looked more and more charming under the spotlight, triggering the biggest climax of the audience.

Lansi, who was used to being a star, was always the one who attracted attention before, but now it feels very fresh to be an audience in the audience. When he was watching the last show with his chin resting, Cui Qi suddenly sat down in the empty seat.The familiar voice suddenly stuck to Lan Si's ear, and the warm breath wrapped him around.

"Lan Si, why are you alone, do you want to hang out with me?"

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