Back to when the Great Demon King was a child

Fortunately, Qiao Jianuo has a good appearance, even such a ridiculous shape can be easily held, and it looks unique, at least as far as the current aesthetic level is concerned, the literary and art committee next to him has stared at him. .

"It's so beautiful! It's so beautiful!" The literary and art committee opened its mouth, and a bunch of rainbow farts rushed towards its face, "As expected of the school grass of our Yingshi Middle School, I will let you out later, and the group of girls in the audience will not go crazy .”

Giorgio: "..."

When he is a dog?Just let it go.

However, Giorgio was not in the mood to correct the art committee's words. After getting approval from the art committee for his styling, he sat on a chair in the corner with his mobile phone in his hands and was in a daze.

His mobile phone was linked to QQ, and the page stayed on the chat box between him and Jin Chu.

The last message was sent to Jin Chu by him. When he was putting on makeup just now, he took a photo in front of the mirror and sent it, but he didn't wait for Jin Chu's reply for a long time.

Since Jin Chu returned to the imperial capital, it seems that time has become very unfree. He often disappears throughout the day, and it is already night when he finds or calls Qiao Jianuo again.

There was even one time when Jin Chu replied to the message after three o'clock in the morning.

Qiao Jianuo originally thought that after he and Jin Chu established a relationship, the relationship between them would grow by leaps and bounds, but he didn't know that the reality gave him a heavy blow.

The literary and art committee member never left, and quietly observed Giorgio's expression when packing up his things. Seeing that Giorgio was frowning, as if he was full of thoughts, she cautiously moved over.

"nervous?"

"Ah?" Giorgio blinked blankly, and it took a while to realize the meaning of the art committee's words, shook his head and said, "Don't be nervous."

The art committee asked curiously: "Then why are you sighing all the time? Don't feel pressured, just perform at your normal level after you take the stage. It's best if you can win an award, and it's okay if you don't."

Giorgio answered absently: "I will do my best."

The literary and art committee wanted to comfort her, but she suddenly saw the guitar that Giorgio had leaned against the wall, and the cell phone that Giorgio had been holding tightly. She suddenly understood something, and a gossip smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Come.

"Giojano, be honest, do you have a girlfriend?"

Qiao Jianuo was taken aback, and almost lost his grip on the phone. After he regained his composure, he asked guiltily, "Why are you asking that all of a sudden?"

"It's because you are too obvious, okay? You almost see a flower on your phone."

Hearing this, Giorgano quickly stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

The literary and art committee could not help but roll their eyes: "There is no silver 300 taels here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a knock on the door.

The two looked back and saw Lian Jinhua standing in front of the back door of the classroom at some point, with one hand raised in the air. He had just knocked on the door and said politely, "Liu Jia, the teacher is looking for you."

Now that the performance is about to start, all the students in the school are waiting on the playground, and only those who are about to perform on stage are left to prepare in the classrooms. After a while, the literary and art committee member told Qiao Jianuo to leave in a hurry.

Seeing the figure of the literary and art committee member disappear behind the door, Qiao Jianuo took out his mobile phone and continued to be in a daze.

Lian Jinhua was not a talkative person either. He stood in front of the door for a while, then walked in silently and sat back in his own seat, quietly accompanying Qiao Jianuo in a daze.

If it weren't for the fact that there were only Qiao Jianuo and Lian Jinhua in this huge classroom, I'm afraid Lian Jinhua's sense of presence would drop to almost nothing now.

The two sat for a long time in relative silence.

Lian Jinhua looked at Qiao Jianuo quietly, and suddenly blushed. He scratched his hair uncomfortably, and said sincerely, "You look so good in this dress."

Giorgio was startled when he heard that, and immediately smiled with the corners of his mouth: "Thank you."

Seeing this, the blush on Lian Jinhua's face became more and more intense. He was even embarrassed to look into Qiao Jianuo's eyes, so he lowered his gaze and said softly, "Come on, we all believe that you can do it."

The performance order of the show is arranged according to the class, from senior three to senior one, from class 1 to the last class, and perform in turn. By the time Giorgio came on stage, it was already dark.

As a performer, Qiao Jianuo could not sit on the playground and watch the performances of other classes, but could only wait dryly in the classroom.

The literary and art committee members and other class committees were busy, and only Lian Jinhua was in the classroom to accompany Qiao Jianuo while doing homework.

In the evening, the sun sets.

The sequence of performances has finally progressed to the first grade.

At this time, Giorgano felt the tension belatedly, he picked up the guitar, and played the song that was about to be played a few times impromptu.

Lian Jinhua, who was sitting in the back row, was so engrossed in listening that he didn't even know when he put down his pen.

After Qiao Jianuo finished playing the song, Lian Jinhua recovered from the state of ecstasy. The eyes he looked at Qiao Jianuo were full of disbelief and amazement. He and Qiao Jianuo grew up in the same yard after all. He didn't even know that Qiao Jianuo had such powerful skills.

"When did you learn the guitar?" Lian Jinhua lay on the desk, his eyes fixed on Qiao Jianuo's slender fingers pressing the strings, his eyes were a little blank, "I feel like I don't understand you more and more .”

Giorgio played a few out-of-tune notes at random, and couldn't help laughing: "I'm still me, I haven't changed."

Lian Jinhua glanced at him meaningfully: "The authorities are bewildered by the bystanders, and even Liu Jia has noticed your changes, yet you still say you haven't."

Qiao Jianuo was stunned for a moment: "What did Liu Jia discover?"

Lian Jinhua was not in a hurry to speak, but stared at Qiao Jianuo intently. He was observing Qiao Jianuo's expression until he was sure that Qiao Jianuo didn't know anything. Explained: "Even she found out that you have someone you like."

Giorgio: "..."

In front of Lian Jinhua, Qiao Jianuo didn't have any intention to hide anything, he touched his face in doubt, and muttered to himself: "Is it so obvious?"

Lian Jinhua was serious: "It's very obvious."

Giorgio: "..."

He thought that Lian Jinhua would ask him who he liked, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't even ask Lian Jinhua's question.

Lian Jinhua didn't seem to be interested in this matter, and he was still concentrating on the guitar in Qiao Jianuo's hand. He frowned and thought about it, and made a suggestion after deliberation: "Isn't it a bit monotonous to just play the guitar? Can you sing?"

Qiao Jianuo replied: "I can sing, but I can sing very generally."

Lian Jinhua said: "Then you can consider playing and singing at the same time."

This sentence was said by the literary and art committee a few days ago.

The literary and art committee couldn't wait to let Qiao Jianuo perform eighteen martial arts on stage, so naturally they would not let go of the opportunity to encourage Qiao Jianuo to play and sing.

It's just that Giorgano didn't want to play and sing so hard, and he hadn't played the guitar for so long, and he was worried that he would play the wrong guitar if he was distracted on stage, so he rejected the request of the art committee.

After hearing Lian Jinhua's words now, Qiao Jianuo repeated the same rhetoric: "I can play the guitar, but I can't control it if I add singing. Yeah, you might as well just play the guitar."

Lian Jinhua thought for a while, and it seemed the same thing happened, so he didn't say anything more.

When it was almost Qiao Jianuo's turn to take the stage, the art committee member hurried over again and led Qiao Jianuo to the backstage of the performance.

The backstage is not big. To put it bluntly, it is just two sheds temporarily set up by the school behind the stage. It is full of staff from the student union preparing for the performance, performers from various classes, and class committees from each class.

When they arrived, someone was calling Qiao Jianuo's name: "Gior Jianuo from Class 8, Grade [-], is Qiao Jianuo there?"

"Here, here!" The literary and art committee hurriedly waved his hand, and at the same time dragged Qiao Jianuo to squeeze past, "We are here!"

Since there are many people who are about to perform or have just finished performing in the backstage, the costumes and makeup are varied, and there are even two boys wearing exaggerated clown makeup. Compared with them, Giorgio's non-mainstream outfits and makeup It's so everyday that it can't be everyday anymore.

But I don't know why, on the way to squeeze in, everyone's heads were like drumming to pass flowers, and they all turned to Qiao Jianuo at the same time. Their eyes were different, but they kept staring at Qiao Jianuo.

In less than a minute, Giorgio almost became the focus of the entire backstage.

The originally noisy backstage miraculously quieted down. Everyone seemed to be busy watching Giorgio, and it took a long time to be brought back to their thoughts by the yelling of the staff, and then they got together and whispered together.

"Fuck! So handsome!"

"Is our school grass going to be decadent? That dress is too suitable for him!"

"It's over, just looking at his face, he has already killed all of us in seconds, I feel that we are doomed this time..."

……

Qiao Jianuo was listening to the literary and art committee's explanation of the precautions after taking the stage, and he didn't realize that he had become the focus of discussion in the entire backstage.

At this moment, the literary and art committee member was still making the final struggle, she clasped her hands together, and stared at Qiao Jianuo: "Are you really not singing?"

Giorgio refused decisively: "I won't sing, I'm afraid there will be problems if I sing."

The literary and art committee didn't care: "If there is a problem, it will be a problem. It must be a bit challenging, right? I just feel that there is something missing if I only play the guitar without singing."

Giorgio sighed: "Even if I want to sing, isn't it too late to memorize the lyrics now?"

"..."

The literary and art committee was silenced.

The matter has come to this point, it is useless to say more, so the literary and art committee sent Qiao Jianuo to the stage with a bitter face.

The performance stage was set up on the rostrum. Standing on the stage, one can easily have a panoramic view of the scene below. Giorgio walked to the chair in the middle of the stage with his guitar on his back and sat down.

For better sound reception, the art committee specially prepared two microphones for Qiao Jianuo.

The guitar was tuned by Giorgio before going on stage. Giorgio found a comfortable position holding the guitar before speaking into the microphone: "Hi everyone, I'm George Giano from Class 8, Grade [-]."

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of enthusiastic shouting from the audience, almost all girls were screaming Qiao Jianuo's name.

Qiao Jia Nor paused.

After the shouts below gradually subsided, he continued: "Next, I will play a song, the name of which is..."

Before the words "Nocturne" could be uttered, a heart-piercing male voice suddenly came from below: "Ah, ah, Giorgio is so handsome!"

When he yelled the last word, the man yelled brokenly, like a rooster that had been pinched by the throat of fate.

The audience roared with laughter.

Giorgio's hand holding the guitar almost slipped.

This familiar voice...

If he didn't guess wrong, that person shouldn't be——

Giorgio looked down quickly, and soon saw a familiar face in the first row in the middle.

Wei Jie, who didn't know how to sneak in, smiled like a flower. After meeting Qiao Jianuo's gaze, he waved his hand vigorously, then raised his other hand, and pointed to the mobile phone in his hand.

Giorgio has good eyesight, and he saw the interface of the mobile phone without much effort—it was in the middle of a call.

Qiao Jianuo didn't know who Wei Jie was on the phone with.

But soon, he vaguely guessed again, and that guess seemed to snowball in his heart, getting bigger and bigger.

It's Jin Chu.

Giorgano's originally calm heart began to beat wildly. He bit his lip, tried to suppress the trembling of his fingertips, held the microphone and handed it to his lips, and blurted out: "This song is dedicated to a person. The title of the song is 'Like you'."

There was nearly five seconds of silence in the audience.

next second.

The sudden burst of screams and boos almost covered the entire night sky.