After a night of violent handsome in the fat house

Jian Shiyu didn't know what happened between An Haoran and the woman in front of him. He seemed to smell the faint smell of gunpowder in the air, and suddenly became a little nervous.

He didn't want to see such a dispute happen, so he reached out and pulled An Haoran's clothes, and whispered, "Don't be angry..."

The anger in An Haoran's heart was extinguished when he heard the young man's voice. He immediately regretted his impulsiveness, took a deep breath, and said to Tan Ran in a deep voice, "Shiyu won't enter the entertainment circle, sorry."

Tan Ran looked at the boy, wanting to say something to him, but could only watch An Haoran drag him away.

After leaving the coffee shop, two slender teenagers walked on the street outside the west gate of the school. Jian Shiyu followed An Haoran silently, not daring to speak.

An Haoran thought that he was frightened by the way he lost his temper, and felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't know how to explain it.

After a while, An Haoran was the first to break the silence: "What do you want from me?"

"Yeah." Jian Shiyu nodded, "I want to ask you, are you going to participate in the top ten singer competition?"

An Haoran was about to say that he was not interested, when he turned his head and saw a pair of expectant eyes, his heart suddenly missed half a beat.

He turned his head and asked nonchalantly, "You want me to participate in the competition?"

"Do you... want to go?" Jian Shiyu said carefully, "If you can enter the final, I want to sing a song with you."

An Haoran paused, and looked at Jian Shiyu in surprise, "Do you want to sing on stage?"

Jian Shiyu interpreted his surprise as disapproval, lowered his head a little shyly, and said in a low voice, "Well...just, just sing once during the finals..."

"Why don't you sign up for the competition?"

"I, I am alone, I dare not..."

An Haoran stared straight at the boy who lowered his head for a while.

Just when Jian Shiyu thought he would refuse, he said, "Okay, I'll sign up."

"Really?" Jian Shiyu looked up and looked at An Haoran in surprise, "That's great, if it's Haoran, he will definitely be able to enter the final!"

Seeing the surprised look of the young man, An Haoran also laughed.He looked at Jian Shiyu and said, "Then let's sing "Youth" in the final."

Jian Shiyu nodded without thinking.He didn't care at all what song he was going to sing, even if he sang "Little Star".

Compared with the simple mind of a young man, An Haoran's thoughts are much more complicated.

He thought that since "Youth" became Chu Ying's song and the lyrics were changed, he should sing it one last time on the stage and let it return to its true owner.

He was looking forward to Jian Shiyu singing "Youth".In his heart, no one is more suitable for this song than Jian Shiyu.

"However, since you have decided to sing a chorus, you have to practice hard." An Haoran said to Jian Shiyu, "If you are not prepared at all, then you will be even more nervous on stage."

Jian Shiyu originally thought that what he cared about was the ranking, but after hearing this sentence, he couldn't help being moved.

He nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

In order not to be delayed in the finals, Jian Shiyu offered to practice voice with An Haoran every morning.

Because Jian Shiyu usually gets up and runs before six o'clock, his roommates didn't find out about it.

Jian Shiyu hasn't experienced this feeling of practicing hard for a long time.The last time I practiced singing like this every day was probably when junior high school held a chorus competition.

At that time, Xiaoyu was always praised by the music teacher for his good singing, so before the chorus competition, he secretly got up to practice every day, and his voice was hoarse due to exhaustion, which made his adoptive father Jian Yi think that he was sick.

But later, his junior high school class teacher smiled and said to the fat and ugly him: "Shi Yu, don't go on stage, the stage can't hold so many people."

Therefore, Jian Shiyu could only sit under the stage and watch the students sing, applauding silently for them.

It was a long time later that Jian Shiyu found out that in each class, there were a few people with a bad image who failed to make it to the stage, in order to impress the leaders in the audience.

The summer city in the morning is a bit chilly.When An Haoran came to the roof of the teaching building, Jian Shiyu was already practicing his voice.

He always came early, and An Haoran told him several times, "Sleep more", but he didn't listen.

"Shi Yu, why is it so early." An Haoran glanced at the time, and it was less than six o'clock, "Don't work so hard, it's just a small school-level competition, at worst, I'll just get No. 12."

What he didn't know was that a small school-level competition was also a stage that Jian Shiyu could not dream of.

"It's okay." Jian Shiyu rubbed his nose that was a little red from the cold, "No matter what the ranking is, since it's decided, I can't embarrass you."

An Haoran sighed helplessly, took off his coat, put it on Jian Shiyu, and said to him: "Then let's start, let's practice the harmony of section B..."

After these few days of practice, An Haoran discovered that Jian Shiyu was really a piece of uncut jade.

Although he doesn't know singing skills, he learns very quickly. He only needs to learn a few days of vocalization that normal people can understand after a month.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a meal rewarded by God.

However, Jian Shiyu is not a professional music student after all. After more than a week of practice, his voice has already been overloaded, and drinking water and eating throat lozenges can't relieve it.

After practicing that day, Jian Shiyu clearly felt a bloody smell in his throat.As soon as he put away the crumpled score, he couldn't help retching.

An Haoran was taken aback, "What's wrong with you?!" He said while patting his back for relief.

"My throat seems to be a little bad..." Jian Shiyu's voice was a little hoarse, "I'll drink some throat medicine when I go back."

An Haoran was a little angry, "I'm not allowed to practice these days, if you practice again I won't let you on stage! I'll find someone else!"

Jian Shiyu widened his eyes aggrievedly, opened his mouth, and finally bowed his head to express his agreement.

According to the degree of damage to Jian Shiyu's throat, it cannot be recovered without a week of rest.

While lying in bed at night, Jian Shiyu was still worrying about what to do if he was still in this state in the finals.

After Jian Shiyu fell asleep worriedly, the bracelet on his right wrist suddenly emitted a faint green fluorescent light, and the light climbed up his cheek along his arm and entered his throat.

After waking up the next day, Jian Shiyu suddenly found that his throat didn't hurt at all.

He was stunned for a moment, and soon realized that it was due to the bracelet.

"You still have this function?" Jian Shiyu said to himself while looking at the bracelet, "Why didn't you help me earlier..."

When An Haoran saw Jian Shiyu on the rooftop again, he frowned instantly, and just about to speak, he saw the young man running towards him with a smile, and said happily: "Hao Ran Hao Ran, my voice is healed!"

Listening to the young man's voice, An Haoran only felt that it was more clear and pleasant than before.

Under the morning light, the boy's smiling face was as dazzling as the sunlight refracted by the dewdrops on the petals of a camellia.

An Haoran looked at him and was stunned for a while.

"Although it may be too early to say this..." An Haoran said suddenly, "Shi Yu, you are."