Zhao Mengyao cleared her throat and was about to start singing, but she heard a commotion from the second class next door, and then a boy holding a guitar, with small freckles on his face, red cheeks, and a cowardly expression, was pushed out, and fell to the ground without standing firmly, his pants were covered with mud, and he was extremely embarrassed.

The boys in Class 2 burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Yu Hua, don't you like Zhao Mengyao very much?"

"That's right, you've been practicing this accompaniment every night, and it's so noisy that everyone can't sleep well, and now that people are going to sing, of course you have to behave."

"Goddess Goddess, this person said he wanted to accompany you!"

"This man is a guitar god! Hurry up and give him a chance to put on a show! ”

"I didn't ...... There is no ......" The boy named Yu Hua blushed with shame, sat on the ground with his guitar in his arms, trembling and didn't even dare to raise his head, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "I didn't say ......"

Of course, such a small voice was drowned out by the ridicule of others.

Zhao Mengyao frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

She was familiar with the situation. Once you are a little different from others, you will become the target of attack by the group. It's even more common for something like this to happen on campus. That's how she used to be, and the ridicule and invective filled her ears every day.

Zhao Mengyao got up expressionlessly and walked over, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, she stretched out her hand to the embarrassed and cowardly boy: "Get up." ”

Yu Hua was stunned for a moment, stared blankly at the fair-skinned and slender hand in front of him, and subconsciously raised his hand and sent it over. But just now after he was pushed out and didn't stand firm and fell, his hands were pressed on the ground that was a little wet, his palms were dirty and dirty, and his arms were black and red all morning, which was in stark contrast to Zhao Mengyao's complexion.

Yu Hua retracted his hand embarrassedly and muttered, "No...... No need ......"

Zhao Mengyao couldn't cry or laugh. What does it mean, is he going to sit on the ground for an afternoon?

Zhao Mengyao didn't bother to say more to him, so she directly reached over and grabbed his withdrawn hand, and pulled him up from the ground.

Yu Hua was stunned, and after standing firmly, he raised his eyes again, Zhao Mengyao had returned to the position just now, and half-turned his head and beckoned to him: "Come here." Accompaniment. ”

"I, I, I...... There is no ......" Yu Hua was anxious, wanting to say that he hadn't practiced well and didn't dare to show ugliness, but because he was too nervous, he couldn't explain his words clearly, like a stammer.

The male voice below burst into laughter again, and some people booed: "Why are you so cowardly, Yu Hua!" Come on! ”

"It's not a shame, if you don't dare to go up, come down, don't disturb the goddess's performance!"

"Shut up!" Instructor Li finally couldn't stand it anymore, and scolded with a calm face: "If you talk nonsense again, you will get out of the military posture for Lao Tzu!" ”

The scene was instantly silent.

It's raining so hard outside, wouldn't it be your life to go out and stand in a military posture?

Zhao Mengyao looked back at Li Yinglong, was glared at fiercely, and turned back in confusion.

I don't know what this guy is crazy about, why he is so short-tempered.

Zhao Mengyao patted Yu Hua's shoulder and said lightly: "I'm ready, let's start." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the microphone and didn't look at Yu Hua anymore, quietly waiting for the accompaniment to sound. The latest chapter of "Forced Marriage: The President's Favorite Wife Routine Deep Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.