On and off campus

Since that inexplicable night, Tang Feize has transformed into a regular visitor to Han Jingyi's house, and every week he is ready to wait for Tang Feize to visit from time to time, and it has gradually become the relationship between Han Jingyi and Tang Feize. Xuan's habit.

Time flies by, and January is like flowing water in the tedious daily life of countless text formulas and subject teaching.The four-person team with heavy responsibilities will spare a small amount of time for training every week, and the more perfect drills also indicate that the competition date is approaching.

They decided to gather at the school's music classroom. It was four o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday. Song Lin, Tan Shu, Jiang Qizhe and Tang Feize arrived on time as scheduled for the last week of rehearsal.Another day will be Monday, which is the big day of the school's anniversary celebration. They will be on the big stage set up by the school that night and sing in front of all the students in the high school.

In the temporarily formed performance team, Song Lin volunteered to take on the important position of captain, and used his talents to assign tasks to them. After some arrangement, it seemed to be in order.

"Tan Shu, haven't you eaten? Sing harder, don't look short of breath; Jiang Qizhe, you, this part is the harmony, don't roar so loudly that people won't be able to hear you, the part that steals the limelight is at the back Why are you in such a hurry, the harmonious atmosphere has been completely destroyed by you."

"And you, Tang Feize—" Song Lin turned his head in arrogance, and was about to give orders, but suddenly stopped when he saw Tang Feize's face, watching him with arrogance somehow wiped out most of them.

Facial paralysis is terrible!Song Lin stared at Tang Feize's poker face, and sadly found that his tongue was suddenly knotted.

But judging from his performance, it seems that Tang Feize really has nothing to criticize - except for a cold and hard expression that treats the sky and the earth as air.

"Ahem..." Song Linqing cleared his throat and eased his embarrassment. He pretended to be deep and said, "Tang Feize, you are the lead singer, and you should relax naturally. Do you know how to pronounce eggplant? Come on, read it with me—— Son~"

Song Lin's lips parted to the sides, revealing eight teeth in a standard manner, and squeezed out a silly smile.

Tang Feize only hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, the arc was so small that it was almost imperceptible.

"Brother, you are really... well, forget it, you can't teach a child." Song Lin sighed in frustration.

Tang Feize's eyes slanted at him, noncommittal, he lowered his head and plucked the strings of the guitar in his hand, the pulsating syllables flowed out from his fingers, playing the prelude of the melody in groups, and the other three heard it, and made a similar move. Get ready, listen to the beat, and wait for your part to sing.

The voices of the four are very good. Song Lin's voice is clear and crisp, Jiang Qizhe's voice is loud and full of vigor, and Tan Shu's voice is a standard subwoofer, his voice is slightly hoarse but very magnetic.

And Tang Feize's voice was somewhere between a mature hoarse voice and a youthful clear voice. It was lazy and magnetic when it was low, and clear and clear when it was high.

Tang Feize hummed the lyrics that he had already mastered by heart. He closed his eyes, and his facial muscles twitched slightly with the melody of the song. He relaxed every cell in his body, indulging in the music, as if immersed in a story ecstatic confidant.

The repertoire for the performance was proposed by Tang Feize. Undoubtedly, this first repertoire is very suitable for their timbre, but it is not impossible for him to find something better than this, and he did choose this repertoire with his own thoughts.

What he can't express clearly can only be expressed in such a public way before the end of this period of youth.

Tang Feize frantically and firmly integrated the emotions accumulated in his heart into the singing, until the end of the song, Tang Feize seemed to be still lingering and immersed in it.

Such blatant emotional outpourings made even the three nervous boys around them feel that something was wrong and noticed it.

"Tang Feize, actually I've always wanted to ask you." Tan Shu exchanged glances with Song Lin and Jiang Qizhe beside him calmly, and continued, "Why did you choose this?"

Tang Feize put the musical instrument on his body, put his hands in his trouser pockets habitually, "I don't know."

Tan Shu was dumbfounded, this answer was so frankly perfunctory, it was completely unsatisfactory!He asked persistently, "Then why did you sing this song?"

"I am willing." Tang Feize's answer was still so short and concise.

When you tangle with a person who doesn't want to talk to you, will he have a good attitude?The answer is obvious - no!The three of them suddenly realized that they were completely incapable of communicating with Tang Feize!

They rehearsed until six o'clock in the evening, and the four dispersed and went back to their dormitories.

The day of the school celebration was approaching, but an unpleasant episode happened on the way.There was a sudden torrential rain in the early morning of Saturday, the dark sky was thunderous, and the downpour was like pouring, and the whole city was bathed in the wind and rain.

Tang Feize was lying on the lower bunk bed, with his hands crossed behind his head, his eyes wandering around carelessly, circles of water ripples appeared on the window glass, and the raindrops hitting the window made a constant tick-tock sound.

In an instant, a thunderbolt crossed, flashing a dazzling light, and then, a huge roar exploded in the air, darkness returned, and a sense of uneasiness gradually spread in his heart.

...

Han Jingyi slept very deeply, staying up late working for less than three hours for several days made him extremely sleepy, and even the severe sound of heavy rain did not wake him up from his deep sleep.

The howling wind swept the rain and poured in from the wide-open window. The instinct of fear of the cold made him shrink subconsciously. He touched the side with his hands unconsciously, pulled the quilt to block the cold, and bowed his head. He got up and curled up into a ball.

The torrential rain lasted all night, and finally barely stopped before dawn, but the temperature took a sharp turn, so cold that people couldn't help shivering.

Han Jingyi's eyelids moved, and he wanted to open them, but he felt that the eyelids were as heavy as lead. He struggled for a while before waking up, and a familiar and powerless feeling immediately made him uncomfortable.

He propped himself up feebly, reached out to the bedside table and took out a tissue, wiped his moist nose, and suddenly found that the temperature of his cheek was astonishingly hot.

He has caught a cold again after he had not recovered from the inflammation last time!

A gust of cool wind blew past the window, and goose bumps appeared on his arms. He hugged his hands and shook them a few times, only to realize that the window was open. The rain and dew on the glass hadn't dried yet. A puddle of water dripping from the floor below made him realize exactly what had happened last night.

He hurriedly got out of bed, put on his slippers and trot to the window and pushed it shut.The surrounding air was full of coolness, so he had no choice but to move to the closet and find thicker clothes to replace the thin gown he was wearing now.

Han Jingyi lay back on the bed, holding a cup of steaming water with both hands and sucking in small sips.Now he just wants to lie down on the bed and close his eyes to rest, without thinking about anything, and he has no energy to do things.

Originally, the weather was already late autumn, but after the rain came, the temperature became as cold as early winter. Because the temperature changed too quickly, he couldn't react in time, and he caught cold after a night of wind and rain, and had to fall ill again.

Although this time he felt better than last time, at least his throat didn't hurt anymore, but his limp state also seriously affected his work.

A few days ago, in order to rush to complete the temporary instructions issued by the Education Bureau, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and his falling ill again must have a lot to do with this.

Han Jingyi stroked his chin and wondered if he should take a vacation to relax, but the school celebration is tomorrow, and he should not be absent as the head teacher.

Tang Feize's resolute face appeared in his mind while he was tangling left and right while holding the phone.

So Han Jingyi felt relieved, turned on her mobile phone, and called the grade director to ask for leave.According to the shrewdness and self-consciousness of his students, it shouldn't matter, right?

However, he still doesn't know at this moment how much trouble his current actions have brought to himself in the future.