The protagonist wants to steal my script again

An Minghui felt that he was not ready at all, but the welcome party was still here, and he still had to bite the bullet and go up to sing.

When I was backstage just now, there was a young lady in charge of logistics who heard him say that she was a little nervous, so she laughed and teased him: "What are you talking about, senior, you are so good-looking, even if everyone sings out of tune, no one will blame you!"

——That is too sorry for the freshmen of this year.

"It really doesn't matter, senior, thank God that you are willing to come to the rescue." Speaking of this, the young lady stuck out her tongue and made a face, and complained to him in a low voice, "The minister of literature and art said that he must invite a handsome guy to calm down Scene, originally we invited He Yu from the medical school, but he was really difficult to deal with! As soon as I said three sentences, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, which is too much!"

An Minghui thought to himself: In fact, among the protagonists of all dynasties, this is considered relatively amiable.

He is wearing a long gray trench coat today, and the logistics lady who was in charge of styling just now combed all his hair up for him, revealing a smooth and full forehead, which looks more mature than usual, and it is indeed very good-looking.

After confirming the accompaniment and microphone equipment for the last time in the background, An Minghui heard that the host in front of the stage had already started to say a string of words, so he sighed helplessly, arranged his clothes, and stood by the steps behind the scene to prepare on stage.

"...In order to welcome all the new students to Q University, we specially invited senior An, who is a junior, to let the new students see that our Q University not only has a good academic style, but also has a very good appearance." Wearing a dress The host had a sweet smile on his face, and he had expected the restlessness of the audience after hearing this, and he continued with ease, "Then please take charge of the appearance tonight, senior An Minghui from the School of Mathematical Sciences is We bring the mystery song."

After the host left the stage, there was a short period of blackout. An Minghui walked onto the stage with the support staff, then sat on the high chair brought up by the support staff, and adjusted the height of the microphone standing in front of him.

When the stage lights were turned on again, there was an uncontrollable exclamation from the audience, mainly from the school girls.

Hearing the girls' exclamation, An Minghui looked down at the audience, smiled gently, then closed his eyes slightly, listening patiently to the prelude of the song.

As he sang the first line in a low voice, the originally noisy venue fell silent for a moment. The eyes of the school girls in the audience seemed to be shining with stars, and they looked longingly at the singer who was sitting on the stage singing softly. Senior.

At this time, He Yu was sitting in the first row with his roommate, leaning against the back of the chair with his eyes closed as if he was about to fall asleep, but he subconsciously opened his eyes after hearing the first line of the lyrics.

He heard the roommate sitting next to him say "Fuck": "Damn Senior An's singing is getting better and better, and he's still so handsome, he won't give us a bunch of assholes a chance."

It stands to reason that He Yu would never participate in such activities. In the past, every time his roommates wanted to pull him together, no one could really pull him. However, this time, for some reason, although they were still reluctant, the two roommates It actually succeeded in dragging him out.

He was just a little dazed when he heard his roommate say the name "An Minghui", but he was pulled out in the end.

Squinting his eyes and looking at the stage, He Yu recognized his roommate's fuss in his heart.

On the dark stage, a beam of warm yellow light illuminates the person sitting in the middle singing. The smiling eyebrows and eyes look extremely gentle, and they blend perfectly with the soft voice and tune—soft and The sweetness was like a pastry made of glutinous rice, even he might not be able to kill it easily.

This is a very gentle song, which is the style that An Minghui is used to, so this song did not embarrass him during the preliminary preparations. What really embarrassed him was the second song, whose style was different from the previous ones. There are too many.

Just when everyone was intoxicated by the gentle singing voice, the tone of the accompaniment suddenly changed. The music with the main melody of the piano was added with drum beats. The area flickered, and the person who was sitting quietly in the center of the stage suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the microphone fixed on the shelf. The rock drummer sang the first line in a very high tone with a smile: "HEY—"

A simple sentence instantly made the entire audience excited.

The people on the stage took off their regular gray trench coats casually, revealing the black tight-fitting T-shirts they were wearing inside. While singing high-pitched and fierce rock songs with ease, they casually threw the clothes off the stage, causing The audience in the front row rushed like crazy.

This song is very well-known, the original singer is a band combination from country C, but few people will cover this song in public on stage, because although this song is very easy to arouse the enthusiasm of the audience, the whole song The pitch is very high, and it maintains a passionate melody almost from beginning to end. It takes a lot of energy to sing it live, and it is embarrassing if it is not sung well.

He Yu raised his head, staring unblinkingly at the person on the stage who seemed to be glowing all over his body. For the first time, he felt that this kind of music that had always only made him despise loud music could be so nice.

Rebellious, uninhibited, and aggressive, such a song is sung by such a gentle person, and it doesn't make people feel the slightest sense of disobedience.

There are not many movements, even when it comes to the interlude, An Minghui just follows the beat with his free hand, and shoots near the wrist of the other hand holding the microphone. It drove all the people in the audience to raise their hands high above their heads and clap along with him. Most of them were so excited that they couldn't help jumping up.

It also includes He Yu.

He hates non-essential exercise, sweating, and loud environments, but for once he's happy to cheer.

During the period, An Minghui noticed He Yu who was sitting in the front row, and while he was a little surprised, he didn't forget to smile and wave to him.

It was a bright, fresh, hopeful smile.

At the end of the song, An Minghui didn't seem to be blushing or out of breath, didn't seem to be sweating at all, and stood calmly in front of the stage as if nothing had happened, with a microphone in his hand and a smiling speech: "Dear My juniors and sisters, I welcome you to join Q University, the two songs just now are given to you, I hope that your life will have both calm and warmth, and a magnificent breakthrough.”

"On behalf of the School of Mathematical Sciences and all junior seniors, I would like to present you with the most sincere welcome. If you encounter any difficulties in your study and life, you can ask your seniors for advice."

There was a commotion in the audience, and a bold girl shouted to the stage and asked: "Senior! I heard that high math is difficult, can I ask you questions in the future!"

"Of course." He nodded with a smile, his attitude was very gentle, "mathematics may indeed be a little difficult, maybe I can't explain it as clearly as the teachers, but I will try my best to help you, and you should also work hard, and you can't fail the subject. .”

"Senior, senior, are you single now!"

Unexpectedly, someone would ask such a straightforward question, An Minghui was stunned for a moment, and then answered truthfully: "Yes."

Following this answer, the audience screamed excitedly again.

——It's noisy, annoying, and dirty.

——Why does this person emit meaningless hormones all over there? Don’t you know that even if you attract the admiration of these people, it is meaningless?

He Yu felt that he shouldn't come to a place with so many people, it was crowded and noisy as if the air smelled of sweat, but he didn't really want to leave.

"I hope that no matter what kind of predicament you encounter in the future, don't despair and don't give up." There is actually another meaning in saying this, after all, An Minghui knows that this place will become hell in the near future, " After all, we always have to hope.”

Finally, after finishing his concluding remarks, An Minghui was about to bow and leave the stage when all the lights in the theater were suddenly dimmed, accompanied by the cold air and the howling of ghosts.

Screening started early?how so?

While he was surprised, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm, leading him to run decisively in the chaotic darkness.

"Don't move around, don't you think you can't even keep the corpse? If you're hungry, go catch someone casually, and bear with it for now." He Yu lightly stopped An Minghui's uncooperative movements, and he could still hear fullness in his tone. Full of irritability and slack, "When humans go crazy, they don't care whether you are a human or a ghost."

"He Yu?" Shouted the other party's name softly in surprise, An Minghui still hesitated, "These students in the theater—"

"It's lucky to survive a few." He Yu answered quite smoothly, without any hesitation, and could not hear any intolerance, "Sooner or later you will die, there is no difference."

"You are a dead person, and you still care about the life and death of the living?"

The incident happened suddenly, and He Yu didn't have time to put on the gloves, so he directly touched the skin on An Minghui's wrist with his palm. The cold touch can't be said to be good, but surprisingly, He Yu didn't find it unbearable.

——The umbrella hasn't been returned yet, and I owe a favor, at least for now, I can't let this person be torn into pieces.

While running, An Minghui vaguely heard the person who was pulling him mutter in a low voice: "It's really troublesome, and I can't go back to sleep. Why don't you set up a killing array, and just be a little neater." No matter when or how long , these people still like to go around in circles so much.

"..." It seems that the protagonist's psychological quality is always excellent.

The author has something to say: Lazy Cancer's Work Diary:

so tired

so dirty

very noisy

But the song is good

too many people

It would be nice if more than half of them died.

Digression: I really really want Senior An to teach math, so please save the child