The grace of dripping water is reciprocated by springs.

Tang Zhong didn't want Li Qiang to be affected by Hua Ming's 'negligence', so he decided to step forward and turn the tide.

What I didn't expect was that everyone regarded him as a madman and a madman.

Li Qiang obviously didn't believe that Tang Chong could sing this song well, waved his hand and said, "Tang Chong, I understand your intentions. Now it's not a question of who's on and who's not - it's a question of who's going to sing this song well. If you can choose any song at will, I don't have a problem with you going up and singing a song that you are good at. But this song is very difficult, and if you go out of tune on stage - let's see if there is anyone else. There are a lot of new students this year, so there should be a lot of good singing, right? ”

"yes." Wang Aiguo echoed and said. "Tang Chong, don't be impulsive. We have to go on stage, and we have to sing this song to a high level - not to mention the level of the top ten singers, we can't let people scold our mother offstage, right? ”

“――”

Wang Aiguo didn't believe that Tang Zhong could sing this song well. In his imagination, as soon as Si Tang took the stage, I am afraid that countless people threw shoes and bricks at it to drive him out.

Hua Ming's words simply made Li Qiang and Wang Aiguo desperate for Tang Chong, and he squatted inside and shouted: "Second brother, don't mess around." Singing is an art, not a fight, and you're not fit for it—besides, I've never heard you sing in my dorm. If I can't, I'll put a few layers of toilet paper on the back of my butt and yell at the stage for a few minutes. It would be better if you went and asked me for a sanitary napkin for a girl, to prevent leakage-"

Li Qiang's eyes lit up, and he felt that this method was still possible.

As long as Hua Ming can come to power, not to mention exerting ten percent of his skills, he will exert seventy percent or fifty percent - even if he can't compare to others, can't he compare to Tang Zhong?

Li Qiang was about to agree, when he heard another 'poof, puff' sound in the cubicle.

So, the three of them fled in panic and completely abandoned Hua Ming.

If he was standing on the stage and singing high, there was a sudden burst of this behind him - would the School of Psychology still be shameless?

"If you can find a more suitable candidate, I don't want to be in the limelight." Standing by the windbreak, Tang Zhong said with a solemn expression. "But time is running out now. The next show is our turn to tie up the stage. Maybe we didn't find anyone, and the curtain had already begun. Well, I'll sing a few words first. If you think it's okay, I'll go on stage. If you don't think so, then quickly ask them to delay the show - try to buy some time. ”

After speaking, Tang Chong didn't care whether they agreed or not, so he sang out loud, without emotion.

Women love beauty, and men love beauty.

The female host's clothes changed one after another, and the male host Zhao Qiuchen, who was still in the black suit at the beginning, came to the stage to report the curtain, glanced at the audience, and said loudly: "Now, let's invite Hua Ming, a freshman in the School of Psychology, to bring you a song "I am a wolf from the north". Please applaud and welcome. ”

Bang la-la-la

Applause rang out. Not much, not less. Courtesy encouragement.

The gaffer controls the lights, and the stage becomes dim.

When the lights came on again, there was already a boy in a plaid shirt and glasses standing on the stage.

"Huh?" Jiao Yuheng, who was sitting in the leadership seat, made a puzzled voice. Didn't the program list say that a classmate named Hua Ming sang "I Am a Wolf from the North"? How did it come to power that Tang Chong?

He corrected the words on the program list, and it was indeed Hua Ming's name.

"What's going on?" He thought to himself.

"Lao Jiao, isn't this a student in your department? Do you know? Xiong Zhengfei, the dean of the courtyard who was sitting next to Jiao Yuheng, asked with a smile.

"Acquaintance." Jiao Yuheng nodded and said. It's just that the name doesn't match the number.

"How? How about singing? Can you take the top ten on campus? ”

"--Isn't this going to be sung? You listen carefully. Jiao Yuheng said perfunctorily. He hadn't heard of Tang Chong singing.

Not only Dean Jiao who sat in the front row, but also the students of the School of Psychology who sat in the back row also looked inexplicable.

Didn't you say that it was Hua Ming who was going to sing on stage? Why is Tang Zhong on stage now? What tricks are they playing?

Jiao Nanxin sat in the girls' team, looking at Tang Zhong standing on the stage, and her heart was also full of questions.

She likes sports, but her singing level is average. So when Tang Zhong asked her if she wanted to sign up, she simply refused.

What I didn't expect was that now Tang Zhong stood on the stage by himself.

What about Hua Ming? Didn't you say he was selected?

Even if she wanted to break her head, it would be impossible for her to come up with such an oolong accident as Hua Ming had diarrhea and Tang Zhong replaced 'Hua Ming' on stage.

The woman in the white dress standing in the corner of the second floor saw Tang Zhong appearing on the stage, and her good-looking eyebrows were slightly raised.

"Isn't it enough to be out on the outside? Why put yourself in danger by standing on the stage? ”

Just a frowning gesture made the boys next to him peek at him feel like an electric shock, and they couldn't wait to hold her tightly in their arms and comfort her.

Students from other faculties don't know Tang Chong, so they don't know that this 'Hua Ming' standing on the stage is actually not Hua Ming.

When many people were confused, the music prelude to "I Am a Wolf from the North" was already heard in the auditorium's stereo.

Tang Zhong stood in the middle of the stage, with no distractions, just seriously remembering the lyrics of the song he hadn't sung for a long time.

Once he also paid for Qi Qin's "Wolf One", "Wolf Two" (5K Network) and "Wolf's Album" tape albums, but in the past so many years, the playback equipment has been replaced several times, and now it is popular to use mobile phones to play "Phoenix Legend", and his tapes can't be inserted into the mobile phone, so they can't be used.

I heard Hua Ming sing seriously a few times. Moreover, after Hua Ming's program was selected, the computer in the dormitory replayed the song over and over again. When the people in the outer bedroom pushed the door in, they thought they had entered the wolf's den.

He knew that he couldn't sing Hua Ming's pathetic feeling, but he also had his own little sadness.

Mourn but not be sad. That's the emotion he's going to perform.

He lowered his head as much as he could, not wanting more people to see his face clearly.

Fortunately, there is no big screen dedicated to star concerts in the Ming Auditorium, which can put his expression on it clearly. He stood on the stage, and anyone who sat far away could probably only see that he was alone.

"I'm a wolf from the north."

Tang reopened his mouth, and the scene was quiet.

Obviously, they are waiting for more exciting performances.

When Tang Chong invested more emotions, when this song brought everyone a more intuitive feeling, when the feeling of loneliness and helplessness that was alone and had nowhere to go was sung by Tang Chong, the audience applauded like thunder.

When Tang Zhong sang 'I only gritted my cold teeth and gave two long whistles', the audience suddenly boiled.

Shriek.

Whistle.

Countless people stood up and applauded wildly. Ad-free update fast 5k network

This made Tang Zhong inexplicable, the song is not over yet, why are they clapping like that?

Or did you say that you sang the two sentences too well?

"Autumn is cold."

"Autumn is cold."

"Autumn is cold." ――

They were frantically shouting a man's name. They hysterically vented their emotions.

At this moment, Tang Zhong knew that their enthusiasm had nothing to do with their own singing, and it had to do with their own people.

Three words, one heart.

Tonight is autumn, and her name resounded in the Ming Auditorium.

"Autumn is cold."

"Autumn is cold."

"Autumn is cold." ――

I can't sing anymore. Because no one wants to listen.

Following the audience's gaze, he looked to the right corner of the stage, and in the actors' area in the front row, a girl in a black silk dress was running towards the stage.

The big white flower made of gauze that she pinned to her bun didn't know when it fell off, making her hair a little messy and making her look a little embarrassed.

Maybe she wasn't used to wearing high heels, but when she climbed up the steps to the stage, she threw a high heel out of the air and fell under the stage.

Her brow furrowed, a little painful.

glanced at the high heels under the stage, hesitated for a moment, decided not to have shoes, turned around and ran towards the center of the stage where Tang Zhong was standing.

With one leg long and the other short, she runs in a weird and funny way.

However, this naïve and ignorant girl didn't know that she could keep her body balanced by taking off her other shoe.

She staggered and stumbled in front of Tang Chong, with a smile and tears on her face, holding a handful of fiery red roses that she didn't know where to find them, the color of the roses was the color of her little face at this time.

She gasped violently. The pigeon-like breasts also rise and fall violently.

She rarely exercised. Just this short run made her use up all her strength.

Standing in front of Tang Chong, looking at his close face, she felt that her body was weak.

"I—" She was about to speak, but tears began to flow from her eyes.

She just wants to cry, she wants to cry, she wants to cry, she can't help it, she can't hold it back, she can't stop it.

She wiped her face with the back of her hand, and the small wings of her nose were rubbed red by her rude movements.

"I lost my shoe." Qiu Yihan choked and said.

"I'll pick it up for you." Tang Zhong said with a smile. He looked at this poor and lovely girl seriously, and his heart was moist.

"Don't." Qiu Yihan grabbed his sleeve. "I know you must hate me. Hate to die. I hate myself too. ”

Qiu Yihan cried as he spoke, and wiped his tears with the back of his hand while crying.

"I didn't come up to let you continue to be nice to me. I'm just- just- I want to ask you to give me a chance. ”

She handed over the rose she was holding in her hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Let me be good to you in the future—woo-woo-"