Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and the boring rainy day has finally come to an end.

Wang Qingyun did submit the list at the last minute before the deadline for the registration of the freshman competition, and then returned to the dormitory with apprehension. More than half a month of hard work depends on today, and they must not be beaten back.

In the past half a month, the five of them have made more or less good progress. Especially Ping Leyi, since he came back from a trip to the family, his temperament has changed a lot, I don't know if it's an illusion, it seems to be a lot more confident.

He seemed to have a lot of confidence in himself when he stepped into the Spirit Summoning Realm, but when everyone asked about his Origin Beast Pet, he was mysterious, and only said that he would know when Dabi arrived.

That night, the vice president finished his day's work and planned to go home to rest.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

"Oh, it's Wen Yan, what's the matter at such a late hour?" said the vice dean.

"Vice Dean, here's a list of freshmen Dabi, which was sent from the registration office in a hurry. Wen Yan presented a letter with an application form in it.

Pu Yu was a little puzzled, the freshman competition was about to start, what was he doing with a list at this time?

"It's because there's something strange about the list, and there's the student mentioned by the dean. They don't dare to give random instructions, so they want me to ask for your opinion. ”

Pu Yu opened the registration form, and all the rules and procedures were clearly written, as well as the names, classes, and spiritual power imprints of the five students.

"Hmm..."The vice dean looked at the contents seriously, and after a moment of silence, said, "What's wrong?"

"The registration form is from the inner courtyard, but there are four students from the outer courtyard and one student from the inner courtyard on it, which is a bit unruly. Fumihiko reminded.

After he reminded him, Pu Yu realized the problem.

"Wang Qingyun, Ling Chen, Ping Leyi, Lu Hongkai, Shen Ayaxiang..."

"This Wang Qingyun is the child who ascended to heaven before, right?"

"Exactly. ”

He was much more impressed by Ling Chen, not only because of what happened to Liang Zhan last time, but also because this was the child that the dean had ordered to focus on observing.

"Shen Ayaxiang?Shen Yixiu's daughter?"

"Yes. Wen Yan said again.

The vice dean sighed, picked up the red pen and prepared to cross it.

Because I have to deal with these trivial matters every day, after all, there is such a dean who shakes off his hands, and it is really hard to be the vice dean. A few students from the outer courtyard and one from the inner courtyard wanted to participate in the freshman competition in the inner courtyard, which was indeed unconventional.

The stroke had already been drawn, but Pu Yu suddenly paused.

"Is it said in the rules that students from the outer courtyard can't sign up for the freshman competition in the inner courtyard?" Pu Yu asked suddenly.

"Nope. ”

Pu Yu nodded, gestured up, and ticked a box.

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With the sound of the bell, the freshmen of Dongsheng College began.

Today is a solemn day for new students, a time to test the results of their practice over the past year. It is also a grand day for the old students, which means that they are about to graduate, and Yang sails away. This will be the last time they will see these young and lovely faces in a large event, and from then on the sea and the sky will be boundless.

Back then, they were also blessed by the seniors. The eyes of envy and adoration at that time were no different from those seen today.

The academy has built a large stage in the martial arts arena, which is divided into six sides and two layers for projection, and the most perfect stage picture can be seen from any angle.

Everything went in order and each did its job. All students and instructors enter the venue, supervise and guard the entrances and exits, and maintain the discipline of the venue. The students who signed up for the big competition are already warming up and preparing to come out on top in the subsequent general election.

"It is said that there is a senior sister dancing this year. ”

"Didn't you have it in previous years?" Hearing the inexplicable words, some people were puzzled.

"It's not the same year, hehe. The man laughed wickedly, "You'll know when you look at it." ”

I don't know how many sessions it has held, but every year I can always play something new. Whether it is the host or the stage, it is all taken care of by the students. The mentor is more responsible for program review and maintaining order, and of course more for financial support.

With the host's enthusiastic opening speech igniting the audience, in a jubilant wave, the opening ceremony of the freshman competition kicked off.

The fairy sound rises, the piano is harmonious, and the sheng flute is exquisite. Most people have never heard this new song, and they think that it is a new song that Dongsheng Academy went to the Hundred Flowers Fairy Valley to ask for for this college competition.

The drums are loud, rich but difficult to have a dull feeling, which is set off in the music of fairy sounds, adding even more light. The petals on the stage are fluttering, fluttering and graceful, just like an ignorant and shy girl, who is about to present her peerless masterpiece.

The fairy falls from mid-air, walking with the petals. Green leaves and red flowers, safflower fairies, the fairies that come but do not eat the fireworks of the world, mistakenly fall into the dust.

The green branches are shaking, and the red silk is around; From the ethereal mountain stream, from the distant mountains and forests, it expresses an indescribable light song. Delicate as silk, tough as bamboo.

The art of music gradually rose, singing and dancing.

It is like a silent but high-pitched shout, expressing his inner feelings and pushing the quyi to a climax. This is the charm brought by music, rendering emotions, allowing people to find the only remaining trace of their true self in the world, and taste it carefully.

Ling Chen's heart fluctuated, and tears welled up. He was numb, sluggish, and had a torn pain in his heart. Just like this quyi, I want to shout and release this hatred and resentment, but I seem so powerless. It's like a person who is mired in a quagmire, screaming and trying to make a living, but in the end it is just an empty dream.

Every note, every joyful movement, his heart beats with it. In the middle of his thoughts, he was in prison, and he was suffocating.

That free soul was imprisoned in a numb shell after all.

Ling Chen said that the song he heard that day was terrifyingly depressing and breathless. But Wang Qingyun said that the song was cheerful and light, and it was beautiful, and he wanted to write it down and ask Ling Yue for advice.

In fact, he already knew at that time that the root cause of his mood fluctuation was not in Yiqu, but in the artist.

She showed her graceful dancing on the stage, which attracted overwhelming calls and thousands of people fell for it. Ling Chen should have cheered for her, but he couldn't. His heart was so confused that he didn't dare to look directly at the stage, he was almost suffocated by his depression. He just wanted to shout and express the emotions in his heart.

Quyi is cheerful, but his heart is extremely heavy.

He didn't hear the sound of silk and bamboo that day, only the sound of a heavy drum beating on his heart. It turned out that it was only because he had no intention of appreciating it, so he felt that the song was too depressing.

"When I saw her again, in her eyes, I saw the same indifference as ever, and it was chillingly cold. All departures are premeditated. I knew it was over, but I didn't discard it so thoroughly like she did. ”

He finally understood in his heart that he would still be heartbroken for that person. Everything is there, everything is at its root. He didn't forget her, all the time. But he always thought he had forgotten. It's like, I don't know what I've forgotten.

He found a feeling in Shen Ayaka, a feeling that he couldn't put into words. It seems very ordinary and casual. He would like to call it "love." But in fact, he knows what love is, but he doesn't know what his feelings are for Shen Ayaka.

Shen Ayaka is like a substitute, dispensable. All he paid to Shen Ayaka was that desperate life-saving time. But as Ling Chen said, if it were someone else, he would also save him. Shen Ayaka is not special.

It's just that in her eyes, Ling Chen is all she has.

So she opened her heart to Ling Chen and let Ling Chen accept everything about her. However, Ling Chen never confessed anything to her. Casual chatting in your spare time is just to pass the time in this boring world.

Do you really have a lot of feelings for Shen Ayaxiang? Ling Chen asked himself. Not much, actually. But when he saw the lively, sunny and happy girl, his heart seemed to be healed. The wound, which was originally like an abyss, was temporarily covered. Her heart is here in Ling Chen, but Ling Chen's heart is empty.

Looking at Ling Chen, and then at the people on the stage, Shen Ayaka seemed to understand something. She pursed her lips tightly, and her face was cloudy. Looking at Ling Chen's dejected appearance, in the end, Shen Ayaka still burst into a smile.

She slowly walked behind Ling Chen, and put her warm cheek on Ling Chen's not generous shoulder. Grab your hands and interlock your fingers.

A cold tear fell on the hearts of the two of them.