The classroom of the fourth class of junior high school has always been full of laughter, Hong Tao took a microphone, with the help of the amplification ability of the active speaker, effortlessly transmitted every little joke to the ears of each student, even including the adjacent two classes and the entire corridor, so the two classes simply did not open themselves, directly moved the tables and chairs to the corridor, and then opened the front and back doors of the first and fourth classes of junior high school.

In fact, it is not that Hong Tao intends to become the first Maiba, but after having his beginning, the other classmates have consciously canceled their plans to perform on stage, even the students with the strongest desire have to succumb to Hong Tao's Yinwei, the gap is too big, there is no need to go up to be conspicuous.

Since everyone has let Xian, Hong Tao is not welcome, in his previous life, he wrote small jokes and jokes, and he picked out some people who did not have a strong sense of the times and were relatively plain, which was enough to make his classmates and teachers laugh back and forth. In addition, he didn't just perform this personal talk show, he didn't have that ability, after saying two paragraphs, he would sing one for everyone, which not only could delay time, but also adjust the atmosphere, saving everyone from laughing and laughing tired.

"The Hills" This is Hong Tao's favorite, and there is no lingering love in it, although it is more accidental and desolate, but it doesn't matter if you sing it, it doesn't matter if you don't understand the lyrics, junior high school students listen to the song, and there are a few to ponder the deep meaning, don't you just listen to a melody and lyrics ~ long ~ wind ~ literature ~ learning ~~netbsp;" Over the hills!

"Chatter!

These two simple lyrics and high melodies quickly resonated with the students. First of all, the basketball players with Huang Mao sang along, and they usually listened to Hong Tao's mouth humming, and they were all familiar with it. Then the students in the class sang along, and finally the junior high school students in the entire corridor sang along, and the singing resounded throughout the teaching building.

"Hong Tao! One more!" When Hong Tao finished singing and just told a little joke, a girl suddenly shouted outside the door, and she didn't have to look back. Hong Tao could hear that this was Yangmei's voice, and this tomboy-like girl was also alarmed. Deliberately ran down from the upstairs to see the excitement, and she was not the only high school student who came, at this time both ends of the corridor were blocked with high school students, compared with junior high school students. They are more sensitive to these songs that they have never heard before.

"We don't have an extended relationship. There is no right to mutual possession......"

"You never understand my sadness

It's like the day doesn't understand the darkness of the night

Like the eternal burning sun

I don't understand the waxing and waning of the moon

You never understand my sadness

It's like the day doesn't understand the darkness of the night

I don't understand why the star fell......"

Seeing Yang Mei, Wang Yonghong and Yin Yan, Hong Tao's sullen heart began to move again, flipped through the lyrics book he had written in advance, and sang the eldest sister's "Day does not understand the darkness of the night", but he didn't sing it completely, because there were a few lyrics he couldn't remember.

"You will never understand my sorrow, like the darkness of the day and the night, and why the stars fall...... You never understand my sadness. Like the darkness of the day and the night, and the reason why the stars fall......"

However, this does not affect the strong stimulation of these middle school students with this slightly sad love song. Now those who dare to sing with Hong Tao's accompaniment are not limited to those bald boys, starting from high school girls, even junior high school girls like Yuan Yuan dare to open their mouths. Hong Tao even saw the squad leader Zhou Tong and the study committee member Lin Dan, and couldn't help but sing along with everyone.

"These innocent little girls in this era are really easy to deceive! If I get a guitar, keep a long flowing head, and stop at the gate of the art college, will I be a groom every day?" Hong Tao looked at these young boys and girls who had been fanned by himself, and suddenly a thought popped up in his mind, as well as his new image, it seems that if he goes to an art college, it should be a good choice!

Hong Tao is regarded as a Mai Ba to the end today, with the participation of high school students, the atmosphere is more enthusiastic, and at the same time they are more active, they don't let Hong Tao have a break at all, what a joke, a small paragraph, no one listens, everyone patted the table and stomped their feet to coax, repeating and repeating is three words: come one!

"Where there is love, there is hate

approximately

Where there is happiness, there are troubles

Unless you don't

Compare it to your gentleness

A qiē becomes unimportant

Without you...... Minutes...... It's all torment......"

When Zhang Tianwang's "Forget jì You and I Can't Do It" was remembered in the corridor, the students who were still coaxing a second ago quieted down, this kind of song that is as light as a complaint, similar to reading white, they are afraid that it is the first time they have come into contact, for fear that they will be short of breath that time, and they will not hear a word of lyrics.

"I can't do it

Don't go to the ends of the earth

Just be by my side

If the promise is unreliable

What makes us embrace ............"

When the song entered the chorus**, no one sang along anymore, and they looked at the boy on the classroom podium who was holding a microphone and baring his teeth, grinning, shaking his whole body, and shaking his head.

The music is not said, although it has a strong electroacoustic taste, but people at this time do not have such tricky ears; the lyrics are not said, it cannot be said to be beautiful, but it is very smooth, smooth, and catchy; the singer's voice can only be said to be barely average, Hong Tao's broken gong voice can barely be regarded as a human voice, but the steady dìng Cheng dù is not very good, the treble can't go up, the bass can't come down, the alto can't stay, and it's running around.

But what everyone is not used to is the figure and expression of Hong Tao when he sings, always as if the stool is dry, with a sad face and all kinds of messy. In this era, there are no performances by Hong Kong and Taiwan singers, and everyone is not very accustomed to this kind of stage style of finding awkwardness by themselves and themselves, in fact, if Hong Tao stands there and sings well, everyone's acceptance of Cheng dù can be higher.

Anyway, Hong Tao prepared a total of six songs, but none of them were left, and they were all sung, and then no matter how much everyone coaxed, he didn't sing anymore, because he didn't have a synthesized accompaniment, nor copied lyrics, and he couldn't sing it if he wanted to.

In fact, those homeroom teachers also have the same idea as Hong Tao, the more they listen, the more they don't feel it, all kinds of love and love are not the positive energy of this era at all, but in view of the enthusiasm of the students and the particularity of Hong Tao as a student, they can barely endure it, and they are looking forward to Hong Tao ending it soon.

"Hong Tao, you are so good, I will ...... tomorrow Oh no, go to school the day after tomorrow, please have lunch!" When the classmates in each class began to disperse gradually under the teacher's drive, suddenly a chubby guy rushed in front of Hong Tao, and his nose and eyes were almost together.

"I said siu mai, we are also acquaintances, don't play this set of false, it is said that you have never invited others since you were in elementary school, how can I be embarrassed to break this rule of yours, say, what do you want to do?" Hong Tao didn't even raise his head, this girl was too cunning, and he couldn't take advantage of her.

"Hey, hey, I said I invited you, I can't help it if you don't go, can you lend me that little book that memorizes lyrics?"

"What do you want it for?" Hong Tao only wrote the lyrics in this book, there was no score, he just showed it to himself.

"Copy the lyrics! By the way, you can lend me the tape to listen to it, just one day! I'll give priority to you for all the news in the future?"

"No tapes, this is a song I wrote myself, don't you believe it?" Hong Tao decided to end up with two skins, other people who crossed a lot of poems, songs, and articles, and they couldn't say that their skin was thicker than them, at least they couldn't be thinner, so that they could fit in.

“…… Don't believe it! Yangmei, don't hide, come here, you tell him, he won't lend me!" I really didn't believe it, but she didn't talk nonsense with Hong Tao much, waved at the door of the classroom, and brought in three more girls.

"Bring it...... What about the tape!" Yang Mei let Wang Yonghong and Yin Yan push to Hong Tao, and stretched out her hand at Hong Tao with a very bad attitude, she was planning to break the jar, and she didn't expect Hong Tao to give it to her.

"Yes...... You take it, I'll go back and get the tape...... Qingshan, help me carry the box!" Hong Tao really gave Yangmei face, nodded and put the small book into Yangmei's hand, and then walked out with the synthesizer box, followed by Huang Mao and a few of them carrying the box.

“…… You still say that there is nothing between you! I asked for nothing for a long time, but he didn't give it to me, as soon as you came, he would give it to you obediently!"

"I ...... I'm really nothing...... You don't believe it, you ask them...... He ...... "Yangmei hasn't recovered from Hong Tao's actions just now, as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized that she was in trouble, and the scene just now was too **, not to mention that she didn't believe it, her two friends...... Sure enough, Wang Yonghong and Yin Yan also looked at them with strange eyes.

"I'll talk about your question later, let's talk about the tape first, how can you listen to the lyrics without the tape?" Burning Mai didn't care about the jealousy between the three of them, and shook the little notebook in front of their faces, reminding them that there was still work to be done. (To be continued......)

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