The background music is a very popular song, and the electronic music sounds particularly cool, but everyone's attention is only on the boy. Every step he took was exactly on the drumbeat, his movements were handsome and powerful, and every time he turned around, every time he looked back, he elicited a layer of screams.

Tang Song's heart was originally like a pool of stagnant water, but at this moment, he was also ignited with enthusiasm, stirring up a few feet of waves. She didn't suppress her shouting, she tried very hard to shout "Yuanqing" with the others, and the aftermath of those two words had not completely left her lips and teeth, so she hurriedly covered her mouth, and her face was not known because of excitement or shyness, and the two blushes could not be dissipated.

Yuan Qing shook his head, brushed his hair with his hand, and his indifferent eyes seemed to inadvertently discover Tang Song's embarrassment, he hooked the corner of his right lip, and worked harder, and the cheers from the audience gradually reached *.

A neat action of lifting clothes, turning his back and stretching out his hand, the lights flickering, is also the end. His breath was unstable, and his already tough facial features were a little sultry at the moment.

"Yuan Qing! Yuanqing! Yuanqing! "The applause and shouts are staggered, no less than the concert tour of a well-known singer.

Before stepping down, Yuan Qing glanced at Tang Song deeply, and immediately returned to his cold expression, and in a burst of noise, his figure disappeared behind the curtain.

Tang Song basically calmed down, sat back in his chair, his right hand covered his heart, and the messy rhythm spread to his palm, unable to grasp the pattern.

Now it is the male host who goes out to report the curtain, Han Yanchu is very glad that it is not her, at this moment, it is difficult for her to calm down, although she still doesn't like that person, but a strange feeling makes her breathe badly.

Xia Jiuchao made sure that Yuan Qing's figure was completely out of sight before he continued to sort out his clothes, and responded to the ridicule of the girls around him with a hippie smile from time to time.

Although the next few shows were remarkable, they never made Tang Song excited. She finally regained her previous excessive calm, as if the excitement just now had never existed, and silently thought about Yuan Qing.

Xia Jiuchao finally came back, and this time he didn't have to leave until the end of the scene, but Tang Song didn't want her to be there at that moment. This thought was quickly dispelled by herself, she was still the well-behaved and quiet Tang Song, but she had some suspicions that she had some mental illness.

"As long as I get this thing done, everything will be okay and we can all go back." Tang Song comforted himself.

"I can't!" Xia Jiuchao's cold words almost scared Tang Song unconscious, she thought that her voice was low enough, could it be that Xia Jiuchao listened to it like this?

After a few seconds, Tang Song's cranky thoughts were not over, and Xia Jiuchao went crazy again: "Ahhhhhh That person is suspicious, and his suspicion cannot be ruled out so easily! Tang Song followed Xia Jiuchao's gaze, and it turned out that it was just a suspenseful story arranged by the sophomore seniors in the stand.

Tang Song finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Xia Jiuchao's serious side face and smiled helplessly, and also turned his eyes to the stage, but his mind was still not here.

"Song Song," Yuan Qing changed his clothes and suddenly appeared behind Tang Song, "Can I borrow you for a few minutes?" ”

"Hmm."

"Okay, let's go out and talk." The Yuan and Qing dynasties left first, followed by the Tang and Song dynasties.

Xia Jiuchao is still immersed in the ending just now, and the next program, Han Yanchu's violin solo is about to begin.