The next morning.
When Song Baiyi arrived at the school, he somehow felt that today's school was different from before, but he couldn't tell what was different, probably because the atmosphere was much higher.
All the students in the classroom were holding their mobile phones and didn't know what they were looking at.
Qi Chen, who was next to him, didn't come yet for some reason.
Song Baiyi looked at the front table where he was eating meat buns and looking at his mobile phone, and asked in confusion, "What are you all looking at?"
Hearing the voice, Li Shunwen swallowed the buns in his mouth with difficulty, and then said, "Don't you know? There is a school draft voting list in the school post bar, and now the fans of those who are on the list are busy pulling people to vote."
Song Boyi never said that there is such an event, and asked curiously: "This is Is it your school's habit over the years?"
Li Shunwen raised his head and thought for a while, then turned slightly: "It's not really, it only appeared in the last few years. And the most recent school grass was a condolence, didn't you think?"
Song Boyi did indeed Surprisingly: "Really?"
Li Shunwen put down the phone and turned around completely, "At that time he didn't believe it himself, and I didn't expect that there would be so many of his fans in the school. Because no one had dared to condolence to brother before. Speaking of which, there are still so many people who call Brother Chen the school bully, I thought the people in our school were so afraid of him."
Song Boyi said "um" and asked inadvertently, "Is Qi Chen not coming today?"
Li Shunwen followed suit . He replied, "The rehearsal is over."
Song Baiyi frowned lightly, puzzled, "Rehearsal? What?"
Li Shunwen thought for a long time, "I don't know, only a few people in our class participated. School celebration activities, you can ask when the time comes."
Song Baiyi digested the information in the words: "School celebration?"
Li Shunwen was stunned by his question, and nodded: "Well, you haven't heard
of it?" Song Baiyi recalled, It seems that I heard Qi Yan mention it, "I should have heard of it."
Li Shunwen laughed: "That's not it, the school studio went to a group of people to rehearse early in the morning, otherwise you thought the classroom would be empty so late?"
Song Baiyi said: "The teacher agrees?"
Li Shunwen said: "The school issued it, and it will be in the near future anyway, not to mention that there are people from outside the school to watch this school celebration. The teacher has to agree anyway.
" After going to the school post bar, the so-called school draft voting session is really underway.
What surprised him was that his name was still on the voting list, and there was a brief introduction next to his photo, and after clicking on the introduction, there would be some pictures of him secretly taken by others. The scene of the picture seems to be It was when Qi Yan gave him a doll.
But at the time, he didn't even notice that someone around him was taking pictures.
After a few glances at the screen, Song Boyi realized that he was still the one with the most votes, ranking first, followed by Qi Yan.
He wasn't quite sure about the result, but it was the truth.
Just as he was about to exit the voting page, a large line of characters suddenly popped up on the screen.
[Guess the vote, the more you vote, the more you earn, come and join us to cast your precious vote for the school grass in your heart! For details, please add the school grass support group to understand! ]
Song Baiyi was stunned instinctively after seeing this line of words, and then he understood why so many people participated in the voting projects in these years because the people who voted in the vote could finally get the reward.
So since it's free money, what's the point of not wanting it?
So Song Baiyi didn't hesitate at all, and moved his fingers to vote for Qi Yan.
The afternoon was the day of the school celebration. At this time, a lot of people had come to the auditorium in the studio, and Song Baiyi and Li Shunwen were also among them.
Qi Chen and the others had long been in the backstage lounge, and after confirming again and again, they reported the final program announcement.
After all the audience entered the venue, the host stood on the stage, holding the program list in his hand and the microphone in the other, and began to introduce with a smile: "Welcome all teachers, students and leaders of our school to come. Our school, I hope everyone can enjoy and relax in the next performance..."
After the host rambled on some unnecessary words, the real topic finally began, "Okay, then let's We welcome the first group of classes with applause—the students from the second (fourteenth) class of senior high school will bring us a dance performance!"
The order of the performances for this school celebration was decided by lottery, which may be because Qi Chen and their luck were relatively poor. , drew the second-to-last appearance.
However, even if the people from the second (fourteenth) class of high school were lucky enough to be the first to appear, the overall performance was like a group of demons dancing wildly, and the whole performance was completely unsynchronized.
After watching the first performance, not only Song Boyi was not interested in watching the next performance, but everyone present was greatly disappointed.
Although the host was a little embarrassed, he still tried his best to smooth things out, "Haha, it seems that the students in class 14 are a little nervous, I hope the students in class 14 will continue to work hard next time... Please the next group - Li Si from the first (sixth) class of high school, bring us a solo song!"
Fortunately, the second group sang very well and saved a lot of face.
After nearly three hours, they finally arrived at their class.
Song Boyi's previous school had never held any activities such as school celebrations, so he was still looking forward to Qi Chen's show this time, but he didn't see Qi Chen and them appear until the previous group left.
Several girls sitting beside Song Boyi also started talking.
"What's the matter? Isn't it time to condolence to brother and the others?"
"That's right, what happened?"
"Who knows, isn't it possible that they won't be allowed to participate?"
...
Song Baiyi took out his mobile phone when he saw this. , clicked into the dialog box with Qi Yan, bowed his head and typed a few words.
[Song Boyi: What's wrong? Is something wrong? ]
A few minutes later, Qi Yan did not reply.
[Qi Yan: Well, the pianist who accompanies us has a stomachache and can't play. Now he is looking for someone to replace him. ]
[Song Boyi: Did you find it? ]
[Qi Yan: No, there are very few people in the school who can play the piano. ]
Song Baiyi hesitated for a while when he saw the news, and finally typed a line.
[Song Boyi: I have practiced a little piano before, so I can help you. ]
Qi Chen replied almost in seconds.
[Qi Yan: Of course there is no problem, come backstage! ]
When Song Baiyi arrived at the backstage, Qi Chen and the others had been waiting for a long time, and their eyes lit up when they saw him coming.
Qi Yan hurriedly approached him and said, "You are here, sit down first."
Song Boyi didn't sit down, and asked directly, "What song did you play?"
Qi Yan seemed to suddenly remember this matter and said it for a while. The song they played: "Do you know this song?"
Song Boyi nodded and said, "It's alright, I practiced it when I was a child."
Qi Yan was relieved and smiled, "Okay, don't do it when you're on the stage. Be nervous, take it easy."
Song Baiyi nodded again: "I know."
Qi Yan smiled when he saw this, and handed Song Baiyi the score in his hand, "Yes, look at the score first, it's still before we play. Some time."
Song Baiyi took the sheet music, opened a few pages, and said, "Okay."
After ten minutes, his eyes were a little tired, Song Baiyi closed his eyes and rested for a while. After a while, his brain opened again. Behind his eyes, his eyes involuntarily moved to Qi Yan not far away.
Unaware of this, Qi Yan was listening to the song he was about to sing with his earphones on, his eyes fixed on the lyrics page on his mobile phone, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his expression was serious.
Seeing this scene, Song Baiyi unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes still gentle.
Sure enough, the serious man looks more handsome than usual.
Pulling back my thoughts, the group outside had a few minutes left to finish their performance, which meant they were going to be on stage soon.
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