Do you have a scholarly tyranny?

Xi Hu has not been seen after class for the past few days. Tan Siming has guessed that it has something to do with the school song competition.

The room was brightly lit, and everyone in the audience was holding a fueling board in their hands. A group of contestants had just called off the curtain, and the relatives and friends of that group were waving boards wildly, shouting "xxx I love you".

Other than that, nothing different.

Tan Siming glanced at Xi Hu again: Xi Hu was grinning at himself while holding a fuel board with the word "Talk" printed on it.

As if being blown away by the spring breeze, his face was filled with joy, and the next second, the man seemed to be whistling.The same is true for those black eyes, a ball of flames flickering and jumping inside, one glance can make people willingly throw themselves into it, be surrounded and burned.

Tan Siming put his phone in his schoolbag and went backstage with Guan Tong.

When the host Tian Tian announced "Drunken Breeze", the audience was full of cheers from Guan Tong's relatives and friends.Xiao Xiao couldn't help asking Xi Hu: "Aren't you shouting? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to fight against him?"

Xi Hu thought to himself, if he hadn't thought about it, he thought about taking a loudspeaker.

But it will still be outnumbered, and it is too stupid and too high-profile, I feel that Tan Siming will not be happy.

"Wait and see."

The lights dimmed, and all the chandeliers on the ceiling went out, leaving only the stage lights and the hallway lights in the auditorium.

This lighting request was put forward by Xi Hu. At that time, he told Tan Siming and Guan Tong, and they both agreed-the song "Drunken Breeze" is about artistic conception, and the beginning is "The moonlight is dim", If it wasn't a scene of black lights and wild fire, how could people "think too much"?

The darkness makes people quiet, and with the gradual progress of the prelude music, the whole venue is no longer noisy, replaced by whispers.

Xi Hu's considerations are very predictable. With such a comparison, the stage lights are turned on, and the contestants on it attract the audience's attention even more.

Before Tan Siming came on stage, he kept thinking about what Xi Hu wanted him to watch.

He knew that Xi Hu was sitting in the second row, and now he was on the stage, before he could find Xi Hu, he could not help but follow the instructions in Xi Hu's text message, and was first attracted by the audience.

Since the lights were almost turned off, it was undoubtedly dark under the stage, only the heads of people could be seen moving, and the faces of every audience could not be seen.

But it can be seen that everyone is holding a fuel board, and there is a piece of light on the back of each raised hand.

And the fluorescent color is not single, some are yellow, some are green.The green ones formed into patches one after another, accounting for the majority, and there were several phalanxes of relatives and friends; the yellow was less, which was more eye-catching, and the green was set off dimly.

Like a prairie fire.

The two colors contrast sharply, and the only thing that catches the eye is the yellow fluorescence on the hands of the audience in the horizontal and vertical rows.From the perspective of the stage, at a glance, those fluorescent lights are put together to form a big character——

Talk about Siming's "Ming".

On the left is "day" and on the right is "month".

Tan Siming looked at it for a long time, and when he went to see Xi Hu again, Xi Hu didn't hide it even more: Xi Hu also took the fuel board, and there was fluorescence on the back of his hand, but it wasn't just on his hand—he put the " The words "Ming" are all painted with fluorescent light.

A small "Ming" character, which merged into the yellow fluorescence of the auditorium, became the final pen of the "Moon" character on the right half.

——"Anyway, I'll pass by as soon as you hook your finger. It's not worth thinking about one thing or saying a word, is it?"

Tan Siming inexplicably recalled what he had said before.

After Guan Tong finished singing the first part, he raised the microphone.

There is a box hidden in his heart, and there are many pigeons in it. He never dared to open it. When he opened it for the first time, and every time he opened it, he would release one or two. show out.

But the lid of the box could not be closed, the pigeons fluttered and flew out, flying in all directions, towards the auditorium, across the stage, over the jury, and towards only one person, trying to push and shove , One did not land, and flew into the heart of that person.

"The emptiness of dreams is sent away by the sound of the piano;

Is there still a strong love, a romantic face.

Lingering with you after drunk, do you remember?Disordered heartbeat.

The whereabouts of the butterflies are nowhere to be seen, toasting to relieve their worries, there is no one to pet them.

I think too much, as impulsive as moths to a flame.

Finally, there is a candle that burns me out;

The end of the song, no one is at fault, I see through. "

……

The sweet dream does not want to wake up, it is a night of breeze and intoxication.

Of course, the jury just beside the stage saw Xi Hu’s masterpiece, and they all agreed that the on-site support of Tan Siming and Guan Tong’s group was the most impressive: one side has a large number of people crushing the momentum, and the other side’s ingenuity is better than sound ; And unlike before, a group of people on both sides shouted like they were pinching each other, the two sides did not interfere with each other, and team spirit was also considered.

Xi Hu didn't think about any cooperation. He couldn't find anyone and was forced.

Fortunately, the result trumps everything. In the end, both Tan Siming and Guan Tong made it to the final.Xi Hu was very happy, and after leaving the venue, he ran to Tan Siming's seat without saying a word, "Congratulations!"

Tan Siming was about to leave: "Thank you."

"Where are you going?"

It's past eight o'clock in the evening, and it's not over yet for the evening self-study and school. Tan Siming had already asked for leave for the evening class of the aircraft carrier class. Xi Hu couldn't think of where Tan Siming was going.

Could it be that they went back to their classrooms for self-study?

"bathroom."

"..."

Xi Hu shouted: "I'll go with you!"

"..."

"Could you turn around? Or go out?"

In the men's room, Xi Hu stood idly by the door shaking his legs. Tan Siming was annoyed by the frequency of shaking his legs even when he didn't look at him.

Xi Hu just followed subconsciously, and he didn't know what he was going to do.Just as she was about to show off her cuteness to others, she heard the sound of a belt being buckled in the next compartment——

Li Tianxiao came out from the inside, didn't see him, or maybe he saw him and ignored him, walked towards the sink, washed his hands, and glanced at Tan Siming.

"How about the school song competition?"

"Entered the final." Tan Siming didn't speak, and Xi Hu answered for him.

He also snorted: "Why is it always you?"

"What? You are allowed to be the gatekeeper of the toilet, but no one is allowed to go to the toilet?" Li Tianxiao narrowed his eyes, glanced at Xi Hu, and suddenly looked at Tan Siming again.

The two of them... since when did they go to the toilet together?

The fiery eyes didn't last long, and Xi Hu called out with a fist.

"When you go to the toilet, look at the woolen yarn. Do you know that there are long needle eyes?"

Li Tianxiao also slapped it: "Then what are you doing? Wangfushi?"

"..."

Xi Hu didn't think of what to say to stop him, so he had to drag Li Tianxiao out with a big mouth.

After dragging all the way from the toilet, Li Tianxiao struggled and protested a few times, which were basically ineffective. Finally, when he reached the flower bed, Xi Hu threw Li Tianxiao aside, and slapped his body with both hands.

"You can fend for yourself. It's still so heavy after using the tuba, you've seen a ghost."

"Wait, you..."

"Nothing, goodbye!"

Xi Hu quickly escaped Li Tianxiao's questioning, returned the same way, and returned to the men's room. Tan Siming was waiting for him inside after he was done.

Suddenly he was in a good mood and walked towards Tan Siming.

Xi Hu walked briskly, his eyes almost turned into two crescents when he smiled, he turned the back of his hand, and there was a fluorescent stamp printed by him.Pointing it out to Tan Siming was like asking for credit.

"Did you see it on stage?"

Tan Siming nodded: "The effect is very good."

Xi Hu proudly said, but a little wronged: "Sure, don't look at me stamping every audience, my hands are sore..."

In fact, Xi Hu's hands are not sore at all. He is no problem dragging Li Tianxiao who is two hundred catties. He probably just wanted to attract people's attention.

Suddenly his hand was pulled over.

It's not the kind of couple's holding method, it's just that the five fingers are gently picked up, not like holding hands, but being cherished unilaterally.

Then I felt a lighter kiss, like a feather, landed on the back of his hand, also stamping him.

Xi Hu looked at Tan Siming's lowered and then raised head, a pair of deep eyes hidden behind the glasses, looking at him tenderly.

"Like this?"

"..."

Xi Hu looked away, his complexion seemed to ebb and flow, changing again and again.

Finally, his eyes turned to Tan Siming.Tan Siming noticed that his eyes were complicated and weird.

So he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Have you washed your hands yet?"

"..."

The author has something to say:

It's really fucking difficult to write Mingming's perspective. . .After getting used to writing, it's still easy to write 2333

ps: This is not holding hands, the first base is still behind~