Back to when the Great Demon King was a child

At the end of the term, the burns on Qiao Jianuo's body had almost recovered, but the scars left behind were more obvious and unsightly. Chen Yue had been looking for a doctor to remove those scars for Qiao Jianuo.

Although Qiao Jianuo didn't really mind the existence of scars on his body, he didn't stop Chen Yue's behavior.

Those scars can always bring back bad memories in his mind, even when taking a shower and changing clothes, he tries to avoid letting himself see the scars.

As the May [-]th Youth Day approached, the school suddenly decided to hold an in-school performance.

Since Yingshi Middle School is located close to the city center, the surrounding land is not cheap. Even though the area of ​​Yingshi Middle School is not very large, the school has never intended to expand. In addition, the teaching buildings and various facilities in the school are relatively old. Therefore, in the past, Yingshi Middle School hardly carried out activities other than study.

However, in the past two years, the school has not only refurbished the playground and teaching buildings, but also built a new small basketball court. Perhaps to show off, the people from the Academic Affairs Office, together with the No. [-] and No. [-] Middle Schools, held a May [-]th Youth Day performance together. , the location is naturally set at the big playground of Yingshi Middle School.

In order to prepare for the performance, each class was busy half a month in advance.

In his previous life, Qiao Jianuo had never participated in this kind of group show, and he thought that this life would be the same as his previous life, and that he would just be an audience in the audience.

Unexpectedly, the day after the news was released, the art committee member in the class suddenly approached him.

"Can you dance?"

"My limbs are stiff."

"What about singing?"

"I'm tone deaf."

"Or act in a sketch?"

"..." Qiao Jianuo looked at the persistent eyes of the art committee member and sighed helplessly, "I'm not good at acting."

The literary and art committee immediately said: "It's okay, you can just stand by and use it as a vase."

Qiao Jianuo was silent for a moment, in fact, he felt a little bit repelled to show his face on the rostrum, he knew that Tan Feiran was still studying in this school, he had quietly avoided Tan Feiran when he met Tan Feiran several times before, he didn't want to arouse Tan Feiran's attention Notice.

"Sorry, I don't want to go on stage." Qiao Jianuo flatly refused, "Maybe you can find someone else. Both Wu Yi and Lian Jinhua's acting skills are better than mine."

Hearing this, the art committee member's expression was awkward for a moment, bit his lip, and then said cautiously: "But they are not as good-looking as you, and they are not as popular as you."

Giorgio: "..."

"I'm serious." The literary and art committee was afraid that Qiao Jianuo would not believe it, so he hurriedly pulled Qiao Jianuo to the corner of the corridor, looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then secretly took out his mobile phone.

The literary and art committee member tapped on the keyboard with his ten fingers, and then handed the phone to Giorgio.

"look!"

Qiao Jianuo took the phone in doubt, and took a closer look, only to see the post bar of Yingshi Middle School displayed on the screen, and at a glance, several posts mentioned Qiao Jianuo's name.

[I heard that the school grass Qiao Jianuo is going to participate in the performance of Class 8, Grade [-]. Does anyone know if this news is true or not? 】

[This year, class 8 of the first year of high school must have won. Qiao Jianuo is the school grassroots. There must be many nymphoes who will vote for Qiao Jianuo's class, and we will not announce anything about our other classes. 】

[Who said our school's school grass is Qiao Jianuo?Didn't you mean Tan Feiran from Class 6, Senior Three?I think Tan Feiran is much prettier than Giorgio, and much taller than that short guy, Giorgio. 】

[Stop arguing, Class 6 of Senior Three will arrange Tan Feiran to sing solo, and Class 8 of Senior One will definitely arrange for Qiao Jianuo to take the stage, otherwise he will be compared. 】

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Qiao Jianuo's gaze stayed on Tan Feiran's name for a moment, his face was very ugly, he closed his eyes, and quickly returned the phone to the art committee member.

"Tan Feiran from Class 6 of Senior Three is going to sing on stage. There should be many girls voting for him. Our class will depend on you." Looking at Qiao Jianuo, "You are the trump card of our class."

It may be the reason why the school held a performance for the first time. They are not very proficient in many aspects of business. For example, in the selection of outstanding performances, the members of the student council are actually asked to vote, and the voting results of those people are easily affected by personal emotions.

Therefore, many people think that the performance depends on whether the people who watch the performance are good-looking or not.

Facing the pleading eyes of the art committee member, Qiao Jianuo was so determined that he didn't even change his expression: "Sorry."

The literary and art committee immediately shrugged: "Ah? Why..."

Giorgano still explained: "I don't want to go on stage."

As soon as the words were finished, the preparatory bell rang suddenly, interrupting what the literary committee member wanted to say.

After Qiao Jianuo returned to the classroom, Wu Yi, who was sitting behind him, tapped his back with a pen cap.

"Jano!"

Giorgio turned around.

Wu Yi's face was full of gossip: "What did Liu Jia call you out just now?"

Liu Jia is the art committee member.

Looking at Wu Yi's meaningful eyes, Qiao Jianuo could guess with his toes that this guy was thinking wildly again, and said amusedly and helplessly: "Liu Jia asked me to perform on stage next month, but I refused."

"Why refuse?"

"I don't want to go."

Wu Yi saw that Qiao Jianuo had opened the textbook, and he didn't seem to want to delve into this matter, so he didn't say anything, but changed the subject: "By the way, it's your birthday at the end of the month, how do you want to spend it?"

Giorgio was stunned for a moment, secretly counting the time.

He found that time flies so fast, as if in the blink of an eye, he is about to turn 16 years old.

Qiao Jianuo did not have the habit of celebrating birthdays with his friends. He had dinner with his parents when he was a child, and spent overtime and business trips when he grew up.

I still remember that this month last year, he and Jin Chu celebrated their birthday together. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Jin Chu has been away from him for three months.

I don't know how Jin Chu is doing in the imperial capital.

Thinking of this, Giorgio looked a little dazed, until Wu Yi behind him patted his shoulder and shouted several times, and he suddenly woke up like a dream.

"How else can I live? Just read the homework while doing it." Qiao Jianuo quickly restrained his thoughts, flipped through the textbook, and said nonchalantly, "We high school students don't deserve to celebrate our birthday."

Wu Yi stared at Qiao Jianuo's back in shock for a long time, before uttering a sentence: "Jianuo, if I had half your study spirit, I'd be in the top five."

Giorgio snorted, picked up a pen and began to draw the key points in the textbook: "This is the difference between me and you."

Wu Yi: "..."

He always felt that since Jin Chu left, Giorgano seemed to have changed a lot. The fire that happened during the winter vacation seemed to trap the old Giorano in it. strangeness.

But even so, neither Wu Yi nor Lian Jinhua dared to say anything, let alone mention the fire that changed the fate of Qiao Jianuo and Jin Chu.

After being rejected, the literary and art committee member was not discouraged. She tried every means to persuade Qiao Jianuo to agree to perform, and even planned with Wu Yi and others to hold a birthday party for Qiao Jianuo at the end of the month.

Of course, Giorgio was unaware of this matter.

In the past two days, he has been troubled by another matter - he received a courier from the imperial capital.

There was no detailed sender's address and name written on the courier, only a certain street in a certain district of the Imperial Capital and a capital "C", while the recipient's address and name clearly stated Yingshi Middle School Senior One Class 8 and Qiao Jianuo's name.

Giorgio wanted to return the courier, but after hesitating for a long time, he accepted it without disappointment, and quietly took the courier home.

In the evening, he sat at his desk, staring at the "C" in the column of the sender's name on the courier slip.

C.

Isn't it Jin Chu's "Chu"?

Imperial Capital, C.

Adding up these two pieces of information, Qiao Jianuo could no longer think of anyone other than Jin Chu.

He guessed that this courier might be a birthday present from Jin Chu.

Jin Chu...

These two words were like two sharp needles piercing Giorgano's heart. Although the pain was not as painful as imagined, the strange feeling from time to time always reminded Giorgano of what happened before.

Reminding him all the time, Jin Chu left their home without hesitation, and ran towards a better and richer future without looking back.

Thinking of the previous incidents, Qiao Jianuo's hands trembling slightly as he unpacked the express box. He gritted his teeth, resenting Jin Chu for saying such unkind words to him, and at the same time hating himself for even a little bit of basic dignity. nothing.

Obviously he should have refused to sign the courier on the spot.

After a while, the courier was unpacked, and the layers of wrapping paper and bags inside were peeled off, and finally a pair of valuable sneakers was seen.

Giorgano's face turned pale, he stared down at the sneakers for a long time, and then closed the box with a bang.

Giorgio's birthday.

Wu Yi and the art committee member sneaked out of the school during the lunch break to order a birthday cake. They also made a reservation in a bar, temporarily put the birthday cake in the bar, and then ran back to school to resume class.

Originally, Qiao Jianuo didn't know about these things, but in the afternoon when he was in class, he heard Wu Yi and Lian Jinhua chattering behind him, and from time to time gave him smug looks.

So after school in the afternoon, Qiao Jianuo packed up his things, turned around and asked Wu Yi and Lian Jinhua, "Are you planning to skip the evening self-study class?"

Wu Yi: "..."

Lian Jinhua: "..."

Wu Yi was shocked: "How do you know?"

"Guess." Qiao Jianuo said calmly, "Yesterday I saw you and Liu Jia hiding outside talking about something, and combined with your performance today, we can make a good guess."

Wu Yi was embarrassed for a moment, and soon recovered his smile, and whispered: "Anyway, there is no teacher watching tonight, so it's okay for us to skip class. Liu Jia has already greeted the monitor. If there is a teacher, the monitor will notify you. us."

In terms of persuading Qiao Jianuo to perform on stage, the class leader and the literary and art committee members stood on the same line. The two girls shared the same hatred, and they were determined not to let the class lose to Class 6 of the third year.