In the early morning, when the sun was just right, Bolan suddenly felt that her vision was blocked.

The boy in the tree had already jumped down with agility and stood in front of her. Because she was more than half a head taller, it could block the daylight.

Because of his proximity, Bolan saw the eyelashes hanging from under his cap. The eyelashes were long, casting a small shadow under the eyes like a feather fan.

The skin with the light on the back looks a little golden and transparent, giving people a dreamy feeling for no reason.

Bolan was stunned for a moment, forgetting the rhetoric of tearing off his hat. It's just that he repeated it violently: "What do you see?" ”

Cen Xing didn't answer, but asked to himself: "Audition, will you go?" ”

After saying that, he took off his hat and looked at Bolan.

It's not the thick eyebrows and big eyes that I imagined. He's a single eyelid, or an inner double.

His eyes were full of brilliance, and even a little sharp. The tail of the eye drops slightly, which eases the sharpness and adds a little intellectual warmth.

Bolan was a little surprised, hesitated for a moment, and replied, "Go." ”

Cen Xing didn't say anything, but his satisfied expression flashed. He put his hat back on and walked towards the school gate.

"Hey, it's the other way around." Bolan couldn't help but remind.

Cen Xing turned around and smiled: "I don't have to come." ”

Bolan watched him walk out in confusion, and suddenly remembered that he was obviously in a hurry. So I ran all the way and finally arrived at the classroom before the bell rang.

During the political class, Bolan deserted for a while.

Why did Cen Xing ask her if she would participate in the competition? Knowing that she will participate, it seems that she is still in a good mood?

Also, can you not come, what does it mean? Could it be that this school is run by his family, so he can come and go whenever he wants?

Bolan turned her head to look at Chu Qinqin, who was also at the same table in iQue, a slightly chubby, well-informed girl. Decisively poked her arm with his chubby hand.

Chu Qinqin was surprised to see that her tablemate, who was like being autistic for 10,000 years, actually took the initiative to cue her, and tilted her head to give a puzzled expression.

Bolan asked with a lip sync, "Do you know Cen Xing?" ”

Chu Qinqin quickly glanced up at the political teacher who was giving a passionate lecture, and threw a "hello OUT" look to Bolan, tore off a page from the notebook, wrote a few strokes, and pushed it to Bolan.

[Yes.] 】

It turns out that there is still this kind of operation. Bolan felt that Chu Qinqin was really witty.

Although she inherited Bai Lan's memories, it was obvious that Bai Lan didn't like to communicate with her classmates, so she didn't know that the essence of whispering in class was to pass notes.

Bolan also wrote: [He is in his third year of high school, why don't he always go to class? 】

The paper soon came back: [He was admitted to Berklee College of Music, he didn't have to take the college entrance examination, he didn't have to come to school. 】

I see!

Bolan then asked, "Then why did he come?" 】

[I don't know.] Do you want to soak him? 】

It's good that I didn't eat much breakfast, otherwise Bolan thought that she would spray rice.

Who wants to soak him? It was he who always hid in the trees and secretly observed, so she became a little curious.

Bolan shook her head solemnly and put away the note.

At this time, the class just ended, and Chu Qinqin immediately put her head up: "Are you really going to participate in the competition?" ”

"Really."

Chu Qinqin thought about it and made a fuss: "By the way, you don't want Cen Xing to write a song for you, right?" You don't. ”

Bolan was puzzled: "What? ”

"Don't look at him admitted to Berkeley, but the songs he wrote are very strange, and he has sent samples to many record companies, but they have been rejected."

Bolan was interested: "Really? ”

Chu Qinqin lowered her voice: "It's not!" I heard that his family was rich and powerful, and he wanted to praise him, but he was arrogant and said that he wanted to be recognized by his own strength. ”

"Quite characterful." Bolan praised.

"It's character." Chu Qinqin pouted, "I think it's better for him to compose a classical concert, anyway, classical music is incomprehensible." And the more you don't understand, the more advanced and famous you are. ”

Bolan was happy: "Then why don't you remind him?" ”

"Don't be funny! In the three years he was in high school, he said that he barely spoke to the people in his class, and if I went to him, wouldn't he be treated as air? I don't want to bring shame on myself. ”

Bolan was stunned for a moment, thinking that Cen Xing took the initiative to ask her questions in the morning.

For this boy who doesn't play cards according to common sense, Bolan is becoming more and more curious. The next time you meet him again, try asking.

The day is Friday. Two days on the weekend, it is the audition of the Jiangcheng Division of "SUPER Girl".

At 8 o'clock in the evening on the day of the competition, the daytime audition special will be broadcast on Fresh Orange TV.

On Saturday, Bolan didn't go to the race. That night, she saw He Xinlei in the audition special.

He Xinlei sang a song that was not difficult and popular, with her youthful and beautiful appearance and young and sweet voice, it was also eye-catching.

He Yinyi, who has a spicy and poisonous tongue, laughed at her aunt throughout the whole process, and praised her in all kinds of fancy ways. One moment said that he had a hunch that He Xinlei would be a rising star, and then he joked that both of them were surnamed He, and they were a family five hundred years ago.

Without any suspense, He Xinlei received unanimous praise from the three judges and got the promotion pass.

Bolan saw it in his eyes, and there was no wave.

He Xinlei's level should indeed pass. She won't use colored eyes to erase her original strength because she suspects that someone has a problem.

It was He Yinyi who made Bolan feel very funny.

In the special, although she often comments sharply, she pays great attention to the sense of proportion, and there will never be insulting words.

In the previous life, she insulted Bai Lan unscrupulously. She spared no effort to humiliate Bai Lan, and when she scolded Bai Lan for being a pig, it was actually equivalent to scolding Huang Hong as well.

There can only be one reason why He Yinyi dares to do this, and that is - she has long known that Bai Lan's part will not be broadcast.

Bolan smiled and watched He Yinyi play a stern, fair, and professional judge, and a hint of ridicule appeared on her face.

Thinking that in the near future, she would be able to tear her mask, and Bolan felt a little excited.

Sunday is the second and last day of the audition in the Jiangcheng Division.

Bolan still didn't sign up, and she didn't even watch the audition special that day.

She nested in her room listening to songs and practicing songs. Although she inherited Bai Lan's good voice, she did not have such a delicate, sensitive, and rich heart.

is obviously the same amazing voice, but Bolan feels that the "Dawn" she sings is not as good as the Huang Hong interpretation in her memory.

If a song doesn't have enough emotional support, it can't resonate with the listener and be moved.

Bolan would often calm down, concentrating on perceiving Bai Lan's soul and trying to draw energy from it.

The effect is not nothing, but it is not obvious. Bolan felt a little anxious, but she couldn't rush this matter.

Time slipped to Monday in a.

Bolan, who walked into the campus with a schoolbag on her back, was blocked by Cen Xing, who jumped down from the camphor tree.

He pursed his lips, and his voice was a little muffled: "You said you would go." ”