The fairy tale life of modern cultivators

?Chapter 26

Xue Yubing stood up, walked between Zhao Qingquan and He Dacheng, looked at Jiang Xinle, smiled at him, and said, "I already said I would quit the competition, why are you arguing? Are you full?"

"Boss!" He Dacheng's voice was so loud that the roof could be overturned, "Why should I let him?"

Zhao Qingquan sneered, and looked at Xue Yubing playfully: "I'll go to the squad leader and re-election, whoever is elected will be elected."

"I agree!" He Dacheng was afraid that Zhao Qingquan would regret it, so he said immediately, "I will go to the monitor right now."

After speaking, he ran out like the wind.

Xue Yubing stared at Jiang Xinle for a long time, and finally closed the door and walked out.

As soon as Xue Yubing left, Jiang Xinle immediately tugged at Zhao Qingquan's sleeve, fearing that he might disappear: "Where did you go yesterday?"

"There is something wrong at home." Zhao Qingquan lowered his head, looked at Jiang Xinle's hand, "What are you doing?"

"I've been looking for you for a long time." Jiang Xinle was afraid that He Dacheng and Xue Yubing would come in, and said quickly, "I went to look for Master, but unfortunately I couldn't find it. I have been with your classmate for so long, and I have never seen your family. I know you don't like excitement, why did you meet Xue Yubing this time?"

"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean you don't have it. I didn't jump out of a rock, so why don't I have a family? Besides, you think everyone is as ostentatious as your relatives?" Zhao Qingquan mocked Jiang Xinle, "You what do you know?"

Jiang Xinle was robbed of a few words by Zhao Qingquan, his heart was on fire, and he had nowhere to vent, so he asked stiffly, "What talent do you have?"

"If I'm selected, you'll know." Zhao Qingquan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shook off Jiang Xinle's hand.

Jiang Xinle was embarrassed for a while, his face turned white and red, and just about to say something to ease the atmosphere, he heard the door knocking.

He Dacheng walked into the dormitory gloomyly, looked around, did not find Xue Yubing, and said to Jiang Xinle angrily: "The class monitor said, vote again tomorrow morning, anonymous, there is still one day, do you want to vote?" Once you figure out who to vote for, don’t make the boss unhappy anymore, you’ve already made him very sad.”

He Dacheng told the truth, Jiang Xinle was speechless.

During this period of time, he and Xue Yubing basically didn't say anything, and all their thoughts were on Zhao Qingquan.On the contrary, Xue Yubing didn't blame him, and had always been kind to him, Jiang Xinle felt very sorry.

Five minutes before class on the second day, the class leader presides over the voting ceremony. Each person has a piece of paper with the names of all the students in the class printed on it. There is a box in front of each name. You only need to tick the box to vote. up.This kind of secret ballot is the simplest, and it also eliminates the possibility of someone judging from the handwriting.

Jiang Xin happily hooked Zhao Qingquan, he was very curious about what Zhao Qingquan would perform.

After class, the monitor announced the result——Jiang Xinle was selected with an absolute advantage.

Jiang Xinle was stunned, and the classmates walked past him one after another, patted him on the shoulder to congratulate him, and asked him to work hard not to embarrass the class.Jiang Xin endured it numbly, thinking that this matter was a conspiracy!

He has absolutely no talent at all!

His father and mother are rough people, and he grew up with his master since he was a child. The only requirement for him from those three is to grow up healthy, not to mention talent, even the most basic learning is not required of him.Master has a unique skill - fortune-telling. Unfortunately, Jiang Xinle has always thought it was a scam, and he has never learned it seriously. Besides, he can't tell people's fortunes on the stage!That's too silly!

He can't sing, dance, play the piano, draw or calligraphy.

Literary and artistic activities have always been completely insulated from him, and he has always been a spectator in the stands.

Jiang Xinle recovered slowly, went to the class monitor and explained the situation: "I really can't do it, I will embarrass the class."

The squad leader said helplessly: "I also felt very strange after the results came out. Although I haven't had a good chat with you, I still can't tell that you are not a person who likes to show off, nor are you an active literary artist. But I can't help it, you It was chosen by the students, which means that everyone believes in you."

"But I really can't do it!" Jiang Xin wanted to cry without tears.

The squad leader patted him on the shoulder: "If you can't do it, just sing a song. You can sing whatever you are good at. You can always sing."

"Really not." Jiang Xinle said shamelessly.

The squad leader smiled: "Okay, don't be humble, there is still half a month of preparation time, you should hurry up and practice."

Jiang Xinle returned to the dormitory dejectedly. The other three people in the dormitory were all there. When they saw him coming back, they looked at him with different expressions.

He Dacheng was very angry, very angry, wishing he could kill Jiang Xinle with his eyes.

Xue Yubing looked at him with a smile, his eyes full of encouragement.

Zhao Qingquan looked like he was watching a good show, just waiting to see him make a fool of himself.Seeing that look made Jiang Xinle itch, wishing he could go up and tear him up, so that he could gloat again!

"I really can't see it," He Dacheng finally couldn't help it, "You really have skills, come on, let us see what skills you have!"

Jiang Xinle sighed, walked to the middle of the dormitory, and said, "I really don't have any special skills. The monitor asked me to sing a song."

"Then you can sing!" He Dacheng said in a strange way.

It can be said that everyone can sing, some people can sing very well, but most people can't sing very well, except for humming a few words when no one is in a good mood in private, they definitely don't have the courage to speak in public .Jiang Xinle belongs to the latter group.

After being driven to the shelves, he had to bite the bullet and sing.There are only three people in the dormitory, and they are three familiar people. If he dare not speak in the dormitory, he will not dare to sing on stage.

He felt that what he needed most now was courage.

Jiang Xinle walked to the balcony, with his back to the sun, cleared his throat, and sang the song of the Young Pioneers.

He didn't look at the other three, his eyes fell on the door.

After a song was sung, the other three applauded at the same time.

Not for his singing, but for his courage.

It was so ugly, how could he have the courage to sing the whole song?

Zhao Qingquan stood up first, gave him a thumbs up, and left.

Then He Dacheng stood up, pointed at his ears in pain: "My ears are suffering too much."

Finally, Xue Yubing stood up, walked in front of him with a smile, and encouraged him: "It's actually not bad, every word is correct."

"Boss, you are too good at comforting people," He Dacheng said, "He doesn't have a single word to tune."

The result was as Jiang Xinle expected, he was not too disappointed, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "How about it, I will sing this song to represent the class?"

"Okay!" He Dacheng said indifferently, "Let those bastards regret it."

"Aren't you going to play golf? Why don't you go?" Xue Yubing suddenly said to He Dacheng.

He Dacheng was startled, and nodded unnaturally: "I almost forgot."

He Dacheng was very considerate and helped them close the door.

Xue Yubing pulled Jiang Xinle to sit down, and said gently: "You may not be suitable for singing."

Jiang Xinle nodded, not only was it inappropriate, it was like having a grudge against Ge, and it was a sworn feud.

"Do you know any musical instruments?" Xue Yubing asked him.

Jiang Xinle shook his head without even thinking about it. His childhood was spent in feudal superstition activities, and he had nothing to do with elegant musical instruments.

"I have a flute here, and I will teach you to play a tune."

Xue Yubing is a literary and artistic activist. Jiang Xinle has seen several performances. He seems to be born with an artistic talent, so it is not surprising that he knows anything.

"I don't have the foundation at all, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn it in a short time." Jiang Xinle said worriedly.

Xue Yubing comforted him and said: "The flute is very simple, we don't learn complicated ones, we only learn one tune."

Jiang Xinle was ashamed to let down Xue Yubing's hard work, so she agreed.

Xue Yubing played a song called Feng Qiuhuang, the sound of the flute was melodious, and her eyes were like silk, which made Jiang Xinle's face blush and her heart beat.

At the end of the song, Jiang Xinle said honestly: "It's really too difficult."

"Let's learn the first simple one." Xue Yubing said with a smile, and then blew a song of the Young Pioneers.

Throughout the afternoon, Jiang Xinle was learning how to play the flute from Xue Yubing. He was out of breath, and after playing for a while, his brain was starved of oxygen.Xue Yubing was in high spirits, teaching him one tone at a time, and often he would play the flute, bringing the flute to Jiang Xinle's mouth for him to play.Xue Yubing guided him by hand, put his hand on the correct hole, and taught him how to change the severity.

Jiang Xinle bit the bullet and studied. In fact, he had no interest in learning the flute. He clearly knew that he did not have the talent to learn to play the flute. If he was not afraid of Xue Yubing's disappointment, he would have given up a long time ago.

Interest is the best teacher. Jiang Xinle, who is already in college, and forced himself for other people's feelings, it is really pitiful to think about it.

"I'm going out to get some air." Jiang Xinle supported the table and stood up, and said to Xue Yubing embarrassedly, "I'm a little dizzy."

"I'll accompany you."

Jiang Xinle quickly shook his head, staying by Xue Yubing's side all afternoon, he felt uneasy, he really needed to stay away from Xue Yubing for a while, to relax.

The air outside was fresh and free, and Jiang Xinle was like a released bird. The moment he walked out of the dormitory, his mood suddenly relaxed, and his steps also became brisk.He did not deny Xue Yubing's kindness, but this kindness put him under a lot of pressure. Xue Yubing had too much hope for him. Jiang Xinle tried her best, but she still couldn't meet Xue Yubing's request.He could feel Xue Yubing's irritability in the end, but Xue Yubing kept suppressing it for his face, which made Jiang Xinle feel very guilty.

"Where are you going?" Zhao Qingquan walked towards him and asked him.

Jiang Xinle said, "Go buy something to drink."

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Qingquan asked nonchalantly.

Jiang Xinle said, "Xue Yubing taught me to play the flute."

"Only you?" Zhao Qingquan laughed, "It's better to sing."

Facing his ridicule, Jiang Xinle was not angry: "Yes, then I don't have to work so hard."

"Come to the top of the mountain at night, and I will teach you."