"Yang Luo, are you nervous?" The girl holding the guitar is restless.

"Nervous." Yang Luo said calmly, and pressed Xiao Song, who was walking around, to sit on the bench.

It's false to say that he is not nervous, tonight is the final of the top ten singers, and this is a performance in front of the whole school.

It's just that Yang Luo has a plug-in, and he forced his nervousness down.

The National Day holiday has been over for several days, and Yang Luo has practiced with Song Linxue a few more times to make up for the vacancy during his hospitalization.

"Yang Luo, come on, we've all seen the song you sang before." A small girl with glasses walked over.

This is Zhou Yue, the school committee in Yang Luo's class, and has a good relationship with Song Linxue.

"Nanshan Nan" has been a small hit in the school's post bar for a while, and there are many people discussing it on Weibo, but it has not yet reached the level of fame. It's just that Yang Luo's penguins have been exploded recently, so that he doesn't even dare to land recently.

"Do you think we can win the championship?" Yang Luo asked jokingly, after all, the public vote in the final also accounted for a large proportion.

Zhou Yue thought about it, folk songs are not really to her taste, she prefers a little brisk pop music: "It will be very difficult for you to sing the songs of the preliminaries." ”

"There are several art and sports students who are very good at singing, so your disadvantages are obvious."

If he only sings, Yang Luo's golden voice lozenges can't compare to those art students who have undergone several years of professional training, and his biggest advantage is to create his own songs.

"We have two new songs in the finals." Song Linxue said with some pride that although these two songs have nothing to do with her, they are both blackpi

k.

"Any new songs? You can sing it to me first. Zhou Yue came to Song Linxue and twisted her arms to be coquettish.

"Keep it mysterious." Song Linxue winked at Zhou Yue.

"It's a spoil." Zhou Yue went to collect her homework with a disappointed face, and pulled Song Linxue away.

As soon as Zhou Yue left, Su Xiaotong, who ran to buy snacks after class, came back.

"Su Xiaotong, do you want to make another bet with me." Yang Luo quipped.

The little witch saw Yang Luo, who was smiling from ear to ear, and got angry: "You say it again? ”

"What can't be said? Let's take a big gamble this time, maybe you can wash away the humiliation of the last time. ”

"Don't you try to lie to me! I won't fall for you."

Su Xiaotong found that when he came back this summer vacation recently, Yang Luo's brain had become brighter, and he had learned to play tricks on himself, which was unforgivable!

"Come on, come on." Yang Luo had already touched Su Xiaotong thoroughly, her ears were very soft, as long as she kept grinding her, she would definitely agree.

"Don't come, get out!"

Halfway through math class.

"Su Xiaotong, come on. You can justifiably humiliate me. ”

Yang Luo felt that he was saying something strange, how could he be like a recipient?

", it can't be."

Halfway through lunch.

Yang Luo took the plate and found Su Xiaotong hiding in the crowd.

"Come on, come on. I'm giving you a chance. ”

"Poof~~" The little witch who was drinking the happy water of the fat house almost sprayed on others, "Yang Luo, big fool, are you annoying!" ”

"Don't be kind to be a donkey's liver and lungs, the dog bites Lu Dongbin!"

"Who do you say is the dog?" The little witch who wants to hit someone with a Coke looks very much like Harley Quinn, the harley quint.

"Whoever is seated is the one who is seated."

"Get out!"

In the afternoon self-study class, Su Xiaotong was shrinking in his seat to read romance novels, and the domineering president once again abused his little heroine, and the little witch felt very sad alone.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem." Yang Luo's deliberate coughing startled Su Xiaotong, and he hurriedly threw the book into the belly of the table and sat upright to listen to the class.

After a few minutes, Su Xiaotong's afterglow realized that no teacher had come to the classroom to inspect, and he had been reported by Yang Luo as a false policeman.

In the past, when he was in class and reading novels, Yang Luo Ke was the most loyal sentinel, and he couldn't imagine that he would lie to himself now, and he looked at his embarrassment with a smile.

"Su Xiaotong, there are still a few hours before the party starts, don't you still bet?"

Yang Luo said shyly.

"Neurotic!" Su Xiaotong was frightened a lot, and she was still panting.

Yang Luo took a pen and poked Su Xiaotong's arm:

"If you win, won't you make a lot of money? How do you know you're going to lose? ”

Su Xiaotong grabbed Yang Luo's pen with his backhand and threw it into the trash:

"Who said I was going to lose?"

"I used up decades of luck when you won last time, and I'll be single until I'm fifty."

Yang Luo looked at Su Xiaotong's vicious appearance, and knew that she had jumped into her pit.

The little witch also has her own opinions, she was pitted by Yang Luo last time, and although she didn't want to say it, she had to admit that Yang Luo did have the possibility of winning the championship.

After being annoyed by Yang Luo for a day today, with an active volcano on the verge of erupting in his heart, Su Xiaotong decided to believe in his luck again.

"Okay, okay, what are we betting?" Yang Luo was as happy as a monkey getting a banana, and he didn't waste his hard work for a day.

Su Xiaotong held her round chin and thought about it:

"If you don't win the championship, then you have to listen to whatever I say in the future. If you win the championship, I'll promise you one thing. ”

Damn, although I know that the little witch has a very dark belly, I didn't expect that there is so much bad water in the stomach, and this kind of excessive gambling contract can only be mentioned by him.

"Okay, I promise you." Yang Luo pretended to agree with difficulty, creating the illusion of "you can win me" to her.

Just when Yang Luo was secretly proud, a bell-like voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Yang Luo! What do you do without reading books in self-study? ”

"I'm going to have a party tonight, right?"

"I'm in my third year of high school, what should I do and what I shouldn't do, I haven't counted a little yet, right?"

"Do you want me to keep an eye on you in the classroom to be comfortable?"

"Got it, Mr. Zhang."

Yang Luo lowered his head, opened the book casually and read it, not daring to look up at the angry Zhang Yujun.

"It's uncomfortable to go out and stand, isn't it?"

"Okay."

……

At half past six o'clock in the evening, there should only be some good students left in the school on weekdays at this time, but today is particularly lively, everyone returned to the classroom after dinner, brought the bench, and gathered in a group to the playground.

Tonight is not only the final of the top ten singers, but also the concentrated performance of the art festival, which lasts nearly four hours, and is about to catch up with the Spring Festival Gala.

A total of 20 people participated in the finals of the top 10 singers, half of them will be eliminated in the first round, and the remaining 10 people will be the veritable top 10 singers, and then compete for the final championship from these ten people.

Therefore, if you want to win the championship, you have to sing at least two songs without an extra game, and it just so happens that Yang Luo only has two songs left, and strives to win it in regular time.

Song Linxue, who had experienced the preliminaries, was not so nervous, but when she quietly glanced at the black and pressed audience in front of her backstage, she still felt dizzy.

Also, there are thousands of people sitting in the audience, which is comparable to some small concerts.

Even the host who has hosted for three years took deep breaths before coming to the stage, let alone Xiao Song.

I knew that I should have taken Song Linxue to sing on the street a few times, to ensure that she would be thick-skinned.

The competition of the top ten singers is already at the end of tonight's art show, Yang Luo and Song Linxue also came to the backstage early to wait, and the school also organized someone to paint them with some light makeup.

There are many people waiting to go on stage, singing, dancing, reciting, and two talking cross talk.

Song Linxue twisted Yang Luo and wanted to practice twice before going on stage, but Yang Luo knew that Song Linxue was nervous, and the more she practiced, the easier it was to make mistakes on the court, so after he and Xiao Song had a hasty time, he ran out to play.

The most eye-catching thing is the school's dance team, wearing long-sleeved fluttering Hanfu and painting ancient makeup, everyone is dazzling.

Yang Luo watched them practice with relish, it was still comfortable to watch up close, and when they jumped on the stage, they could only see the figure from a distance.