Since it is said that it is a bullet...... Shen Qi was just playing, and he didn't have the idea of singing at all.

He didn't even look for an accompaniment, he just played it gently on the guitar.

The sound of the guitar seems a little thin in the classroom, but it still attracts the attention of the whole classroom. They all put down the things in their hands for the time being, looked at Shen Qi, and listened to Shen Qi play the guitar one by one.

From time to time, after breakfast, some students pushed open the door and walked into the classroom, at first they heard the sound and thought it was a classmate playing a song, but then, following the sound, they noticed Shen Qi playing the guitar.

This is indeed a very interesting scene.

Just imagine, when you were a freshman in high school, you walked into the classroom early in the morning talking and laughing with your friends, and then you saw the "big writer" in the class playing the guitar on the seat, and the whole classroom was quiet, only the sound of the guitar was wafting, how would you react?

Surprised, curious, confused, and then listening.

Shen Qi only finished playing a short section before stopping, and the moment he stopped, the whole classroom gave him a very big applause!

The snapping sound lasted for a while!

Subsequently, a bunch of classmates came over to inquire with curiosity.

This made the students who only entered the classroom later wonder, and when they asked what they knew they were missing, they became even more curious.

……

By six o'clock in the evening, it was completely dark.

After all, the literary club is at best a side hustle in the study career, and it is impossible to take up class time, so the social celebration is scheduled to start in the evening.

The evening self-study time will not affect the main class, nor will it affect the teachers and students who come to watch.

After dinner, Shen Qi took his guitar and went to the place where the celebration was held.

A meeting room in the school room.

Located on the fourth floor of the office building, the venue occupies a large area and has a stage in front of it. The seats below can seat more than 200 people.

In the past few days, when rehearsing at noon or at night, the venue has changed from the activity room to this venue, after all, everyone should be familiar with the position of the appearance, the location of the exit, etc., not too hasty. If you don't familiarize yourself with it in advance, it won't be good if you make a joke then.

Shen Qi has also been here several times, and he is already very familiar with this place, and other programs still need to pay attention to the position or something, but he doesn't need it.

However, two days ago. He discussed with Qi Yadong here for a while, and the issues he talked about were really painful.

That's whether to play sitting or standing.

Shen Qi always felt that standing and playing was a bit silly, as if reporting work, this was not a draft, in contrast, sitting and playing, a kind of eloquent feeling came to his face, and the two even discussed what chairs to make. Whether it's an office chair or a regular student chair.

After a heated discussion, it was decided to sit and play, and finally used a high chair without a chair back to sing to you at the same table. This is more immersive and convenient.

When Shen Qi came to the venue, there were already a lot of people coming, except for some students who were invited. Most of the members of the previous literary club have already come.

There was a small backstage behind the stage, and after Shen Qi came to the venue with a guitar on his back, he went straight to the backstage.

In the background. A bunch of club members with programs are conducting final rehearsals, and two hosts, a man and a woman, are also talking to each other to prevent mistakes on stage.

You can see that there is a tension permeating the area.

In contrast, Shen Qi was simply too comfortable, he was not the mentality of this age after all, he was very relaxed, but he didn't want to disturb other people's rehearsals, so he took a position and sat down.

After all, it's just a literary club organized by a high school student, and although there are a lot of programs, they are not professional, and everyone plays without makeup.

Time, quietly slipping away.

The final preparations are in full swing backstage, and the number of seats in the next row of seats on the stage is gradually increasing.

The teachers of the whole school basically received invitations, and most of them were present except for those who couldn't come.

School leaders, principals, and directors also came to the scene.

In addition, there are students of the student union, members of the literature club, and a few ordinary students.

There are a few students who skip the self-study class to watch, because the self-study class is not supervised by the teacher, and for the same reason, there are not many such people.

On the stage, Qi Yadong and the two hosts were debugging the microphones to avoid problems when they got it.

In addition, Feng Yanan, the former president of the Literature Club, and several seniors in the second semester of high school are also busy.

When the final preparations are made and the time comes to seven o'clock, the social celebration officially begins!

Two presenters, a man and a woman, walked out from the left with a microphone.

F: When the cobwebs ruthlessly seized my hearth, when the words of the ashes sighed, I still stubbornly flattened the ashes and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.

M: When the violets turn into the dew of late autumn, when my flowers nestle in the feelings of others, I still stubbornly use the dry vines of condensation to write on the bleak earth: believe in the future.

M: Distinguished leaders.

F: Dear teachers and students.

He: Good evening, everyone!

Shen Qi, who was sitting backstage, quietly wiped away the cold sweat, in his previous life, at his age, he didn't feel much like watching this kind of party held by school students, how could he feel so ashamed now......

The whole club celebration is not just a program, after the two hosts started, the current president of the literary club, and the former president spoke, and then a director of the school spoke, which can be said to be enough.

However, fortunately, it didn't take long for them, and soon, they got to the point.

Although the venue is not big, the equipment is quite complete, the area of the stage is not small, there is also a curtain at the front, and there are three or four students who specially pull this thing.

Chorus, Sketches, Dance......

Shen Qi's program was ranked sixth.

With a series of modifiers from the female host in front, please enjoy the following sentence at the end: After the guitar played and sang by Shen Qi, a student from Class 11 of the first year of high school, "You at the Same Table", the host stepped down and the curtain was closed.

Shen Qi carried the guitar in his left hand and a chair in his right hand on the stage.

He now feels fortunate that there is such a thing as a curtain, otherwise it would be too shameful and embarrassing for him to hold something on stage in front of the audience below without covering.

After the curtain was closed, there was a whisper of conversation in the audience.

Sitting in the front row are all teachers, school principals, deans and other leaders, who also sit in this row.

After listening to the hostess's report, a middle-aged woman who looked to be about forty years old poked her head to the side and said, "Hey, this Shen Qi, is it the student who wrote books in Yiqin's class?" ”

She is one of the school's teaching directors, 42 years old this year, named Leng Yuqiu, a very poetic name, but she is very strict, as her surname, she is a famous cold-faced woman in the school.

Beside her, the person she asked was a man, who was also a director of the school, in charge of the first year of high school, named Li Yan.

Hearing Leng Yuqiu's inquiry, Li Yan shook his head and said, "That student should be called by this name, I'm not sure." (To be continued.) )