The next day, Teacher Bai really talked about the chorus in her class, which caused a wail without exception. r

"It's a chorus again, a little creative, okay?"

"yes, maybe this time it's ten more shows, and eight of them are choruses. ”r

"What about the remaining two?"

"One solo, one dancing. ”r

"I'm not going to go on stage, like a fool!"

"If you like to sing, let's help applaud, okay?"

The students were babbling and making noise. r

There was no way, so Teacher Bai had to say, "Then choose a few." Does anyone know how to play a musical instrument?"r\

"Yes, the squad leader can play the piano. A male voice answered quickly, causing a burst of laughter. r

"Really?" Teacher Bai looked at the class leader Qu Ni in surprise: "What do you know how to play?"

Qu Ni was not afraid, stood up and said, "Anything is fine, you can have a music score." After she finished speaking, she glanced at Qin Xue intentionally or unintentionally. r

Qin Xue happened to see it, and couldn't help but be stunned. r

She's provoking? She doesn't seem to have anything to do with her, does she?

"Great! Let's pick a few more good singers. Teacher Bai looked down a few times: "Is there any voluntary registration?"

The students in the audience made a mess for a long time, and finally selected a ten-member team of six women and four men. Qin Xue did not escape as a member of the literary and artistic committee, but was also added, causing Cheng Le to gloat at her for a while. r

If given a choice, Qin Xue would rather work 24 hours in the studio than waste an hour after school practicing singing with these "little children". How many people can't sing the song "My Chinese Heart"?

Now that the program was decided, Qin Xue had to do something she hated very much, that is, to report the program to the student union. Yang Donghuai is the student president, and she really doesn't know if she can keep smiling when she sees him this time. r

It was not until the end of school in the afternoon that she reluctantly walked to the student union room. r

But what she didn't expect was that after entering the student union, Qu Ni, the class president, was also present, and she was talking with Yang Donghuai naturally and enthusiastically. r

"Qin Xue, you're here. Is there something wrong?" Seeing her come in, Yang Donghuai greeted her in surprise. r

Qin Xue frowned without a trace, not only because of his enthusiasm, but also because of the vague jealousy that Qu Ni saw on her face. r

Now she understands why she throws a defiant look at herself in class, and it turns out that this is the cause of the problem. r

But what's the matter with me?

"I'm here to report the program in the class. It is a ten-member chorus singing "My Chinese Heart", accompanied by Qu Ni on the piano. She tried to make herself look businesslike, so as not to inexplicably attract hatred. r

It's a pity that her hatred value seems to be too high, no matter how low-key she is, it still raises Quny's jealousy all at once. r

"Why are you only here to report the show now? Can't you do it between classes? The president is also very busy after school, so I don't have much time to play with you. ”r

The corners of Qin Xue's eyes twitched, so that she could be blamed? No matter how busy he is, he can still be busy himself

"I'm just going to say it, and I'll leave if it's okay. In the face of the people she hates, she can barely maintain this attitude. If someone misunderstands that she has something to do with him, she might as well buy a noodle and hang herself!r

But someone blocked her very unfamiliarly. r

"Qin Xue, do you have time? I have something I want to ask you. Yang Donghuai stopped her very sincerely. r

Feeling that she was being "killed" by someone's eyes, she smirked: "I'm sorry, I still have friends waiting for me to go home with me." ”r

Yang Donghuai's eyes darkened: "Friend, is it a boyfriend?"

What does it matter to you?Qin Xue's eyes were cold: "Goodbye." ”r

After speaking, regardless of the strange looks of the two people behind him, he strode away without looking back.