Mr. Bamboo Horse

The audition process is much simpler than the official competition.

People from the school's broadcasting club took the stage to host, the president of the student union gave an opening speech, and the field control was coordinated by various departments.

As for the Propaganda Department, in addition to the joint preparations with the Art Department in the early stage, it is also responsible for today's online live broadcast.

The live broadcast was in charge of Yang Shantong, deputy head of the Propaganda Department, and Zheng Zhuoyuan didn't need to worry about it, so after he sat down to watch the game, no one came looking for him.

Halfway through the race, he received a message from Xu Jingchi, a backstage photo.

Xu Jingchi was wearing a black shirt and black trousers.

Because it was an audition, the make-up teacher applied basic makeup to each contestant, but Xu Jingchi's superior facial features and body proportions couldn't be held back, so casual makeup was very eye-catching.

Seeing the guy's confident expression towards the camera, Zheng Zhuoyuan couldn't help laughing, and clicked on the next voice: "Aren't you handsome? I just finished putting on makeup and went to the toilet. I was always stared at by people, I'm sorry of."

He said he was embarrassed, but his tone was triumphant.

Zheng Zhuoyuan laughed even more happily, and said back to him: "You have to show some face, I'm sorry, I think your tail is going to go up to the sky."

"That can't be helped, I'm just stating the facts.

There was a man staring at me just now, his eyes gave me goosebumps. "

"You are finished, maybe they will come to you after singing."

Zheng Zhuoyuan suppressed a smile, deliberately scaring Xu Jingchi.

But just after speaking, the phone rang. It was Song Chuyi calling, asking if he could come out. He was at the door, and he couldn't get in without a ticket.

He didn't hear Xu Jingchi say that Song Chuyi was coming today, but he went to pick him up right away.

After meeting and asking, I found out that Song Chuyi wanted to surprise Xu Jingchi, so she kept silent. How could they know that they had to enter the event with a ticket.

He took Song Chuyi to the seat and sat down. Song Chuyi looked around and asked where Xu Jingchi was.

"He's getting ready backstage, he's just done his makeup."

Zheng Zhuoyuan opened WeChat and showed her Xu Jingchi's selfie.

Song Chuyi's eyes lit up: "This one is really good, send it to me too."

Song Chuyi and them are classmates in high school, and they have always had a good relationship.

Although he was not the only one who doubted whether Song Chuyi liked Xu Jingchi, but Song Chuyi never said it, and Xu Jingchi always denied it, so everyone didn't think about it anymore, they just thought they were friends of the opposite sex who got along very well.

Zheng Zhuoyuan sent the photo to Song Chuyi, and was about to lock the screen when another message popped up on the phone.

He clicked on it, and Chen Shulun also sent a photo.

Compared with Xu Jingchi's cool black attire, Chen Shulun was much more coquettish.

A silver shiny suit and a white shirt with an open neckline made the pectoral muscles looming.

The make-up teacher drew some slanted eyeliner on the corners of his eyes, which gave him the feeling of a neutral flow niche.

Song Chuyi was sitting on his right, glanced at the person on the screen, and said curiously: "Is this also a contestant from your school?" Zheng Zhuoyuan said "Hmm", and saw that there was also an unread voice under the photo, after a moment of hesitation Click on it to listen with your left ear.

"Senior, does this dress suit me?" Zheng Zhuoyuan pursed his lips, he knew that Chen Shulun asked this because he wanted to hear himself praise him.

But their relationship is not suitable for such a compliment, so he evaded the important and replied lightly: 【It is suitable, let's fight hard.

】After the message is sent, the screen will display 'the other party is typing'.

Not long after, the prompt disappeared again, and no message was sent.

He breathed a sigh of relief and put the phone back in his pocket.

The performance on stage quickly reached number 45.

During the period, people from the Propaganda Department came to him to deal with an emergency. When he sat back in his seat, he saw that No. 51 was about to finish singing.

"Is Jingchi the next one?" Song Chuyi asked while pinching the light stick in his hand.

Zheng Zhuoyuan nodded.

After the master of ceremonies introduced the title of the next song and the singer, Song Chuyi immediately raised her phone, turned on the recording function, and looked at the stage excitedly.

Zheng Zhuoyuan also looked over.

This was an unfamiliar song title, but it stunned him the moment the melody sounded.

The brisk and romantic prelude brought him back to the night when the secret was discovered. It seemed that the car windows covered with five-color gemstones appeared before his eyes, as well as the back that made him feel at ease in the night rain.

Xu Jingchi stood in front of the pure white curtain at the back, and when the spotlight hit him, Zheng Zhuoyuan saw that figure clearly again.

It was similar to that night, but a little different.

Today's Xu Jingchi only has his left hand in his trousers pocket, and his right hand is holding the microphone, maintaining a posture with his back to the audience.

After singing the first part, he turned around and walked to the front with long legs.

The position of the Propaganda Department is in the second row from the front. Except for a few who really can't leave their posts, everyone else came back to watch the performance.

A few girls headed by Lin Qing gave Xu Jingchi enough face after his appearance, waved the light sticks excitedly, and called his name when the song reached a climax.

Among the students participating in the audition, there are many who have both appearance and singing skills.

Compared with those who have practiced vocal music since childhood, Xu Jingchi's singing voice is not very outstanding.

But he chose a song that suits him, and followed the teacher for a few days, so he was still able to calm down.

Halfway through the singing, more and more people waved their light sticks to cheer for Xu Jingchi.

And his typhoon was always steady, when he sang the second climax, he took two steps forward, stood on the edge of the stage, looking down at Zheng Zhuoyuan's position.

Compared with the excited shouts around, Zheng Zhuoyuan seemed particularly quiet.

He kept looking at Xu Jingchi's figure, and he didn't avoid looking at each other when Xu Jingchi looked over.

"I hesitate to tell you, the secret in my heart."

"The distance between us seems to be far away and then close. You are obviously not by my side, but I feel very close."

……… "The distance between us is getting closer every day. This is a special feeling that others cannot understand."

"This vague relationship is inexplicably beautiful."

Zheng Zhuoyuan stared blankly at the people on the stage. After Xu Jingchi sang these verses to him, he turned and returned to the center of the stage, and sang the last few lines before calling the curtain call.

It wasn't until Xu Jingchi bowed that he was called back by the excited shouts around him.

Then I realized that my mouth was dry and my chest was stuffy. Even though there was a lot of noise around me, I could hear my own heartbeat beating like a drum.

He clutched his chest that couldn't calm down, wondering if he was overly disturbed by the noise at the scene?Song Chuyi beside him pulled his arm at this moment, wanting him to take her to the backstage, but when he saw his face turned around, he was surprised and said: "Zhuo Yuan, are you not feeling well? Why is your face so red?" Zheng Zhuoyuan touched his face, it was really hot, so he nodded and said, "Maybe it's too noisy, I'm a little bored, just go out and have a rest."

Lyrics from "My Secret".