Chapter 172: Performance Moment

After the sofa arrived, Lu Yanhe and the others sat down; otherwise, the few chairs in the room wouldn't have been enough for them to share.

"The stylist is nowhere to be seen, and I don't know where the performance costumes went. What are you all doing?" Zhou Ping'an's angry questioning voice came from the doorway. I don't know who he was raging at, but his voice was loud.

Chen Ziyan comforted the young people, saying: "You all prepare well, don't worry about these things. Zhou Ping'an and I will handle it."

Lu Yanhe was indeed a bit worried. He didn't have much experience participating in gala performances. In the past, he followed the team, and basically, no matter where he went, even if it was rushed, all the processes were orderly.

This was the first time he encountered such a chaotic situation, and he didn't know what was going on.

After about another half an hour, the stylist finally arrived late.

It was completely snatched over by Zhou Ping'an.

Another person chased after him, shouting: "She is going to do makeup for our artists next! We have to go on stage to perform at eight o'clock!"

Zhou Ping'an turned back and roared: "Go tell the program team! Our makeup time was 6:00 PM, and now it's 6:40 PM! You were thirty minutes late, and now you come to snatch the stylist from us? Try snatching one!"

Zhou Ping'an's roar suddenly spread throughout the corridor.

Lu Yanhe and the others sat in the dressing room, silent.

I don't know if it was because Zhou Ping'an was too scary, but the person who wanted to snatch the stylist didn't chase in after all.

Seeing the young people's faces all looking confused, and even somewhat at a loss, Chen Ziyan smiled and said: "Haven't seen this kind of situation before, right?"

The young people shook their heads in unison.

Chen Ziyan said: "Ten years ago, almost every backstage of every gala was about the same. You might not be able to imagine it now. At that time, our entertainment industry wasn't developed, and everything was learned from abroad. At that time, it was a barbaric era, and the whole entertainment circle was like a grassroots troupe, without any order, relying entirely on fighting and snatching. If you were polite and kind, you would definitely suffer. Just like tonight, some people are late, some people cut in line, causing the original arrangements to be completely disrupted. At this time, you can only prioritize yourself."

After she finished speaking, her eyes fell on the stylist.

"Are you ready? Can you start doing makeup?"

The stylist nodded and took a deep breath.

"Then I'll leave it to you," Chen Ziyan said, took out an envelope, and stuffed it directly into the stylist's bag. "I have to ask you to put more effort into these young people."

The stylist beamed with joy.

"That goes without saying."

Actually, they could have brought their own stylists tonight.

But because the performance fees for the few of them varied greatly—high ones like Li Zhibai and Cheng Hai had 500,000, while low ones like Tu Song and Yan Liang only had 30,000—if they really used their own stylists, the former would suffer, and the latter would almost make no money.

Therefore, in the end, they used the program team's stylist.

For these young people, they didn't need very gorgeous stage makeup; they were still youthful teenagers, not complicated, and the program team's stylist was enough.

It was just that Lu Yanhe had to change his performance costume.

The costume for his solo performance of "Memory" was borrowed by Chen Ziyan separately from the brand, and Tu Song's solo segment was the same.

This didn't go through the company's channels, but through Chen Ziyan's own connections.

Otherwise, Lu Yanhe could get some favor from brands based on his top student persona, but a singer like Tu Song, who was unknown, basically wouldn't be able to borrow clothes.

The costumes for the group performance were handled by the program team's costume group, a set customized with the partner brand.

Lu Yanhe changed into his solo performance costume first before starting makeup.

Because his program was later, he let Li Zhibai and Tu Song go first.

Lu Yanhe sat on the sofa with Cheng Hai and Yan Liang.

He hadn't been sitting for long when Chen Ziyan patted him and said: "Get up."

"Ah?" Lu Yanhe didn't understand, but still stood up.

Chen Ziyan said to Cheng Hai and Yan Liang again: "You guys get up too."

Cheng Hai and Yan Liang stood up with confused faces.

Zhou Ping'an looked at her suspiciously, seemingly not understanding why Chen Ziyan was pointing fingers at his artists.

Chen Ziyan said: "You guys wait a moment."

She made a phone call, and after a while, several people moved in those high stools common in bars.

Lu Yanhe and the others' eyes widened.

"You guys sit here," Chen Ziyan said, pointing to those high stools. "The clothes on your bodies are all ironed, sitting on the sofa is easy to wrinkle."

Lu Yanhe and the others suddenly realized.

So that's how it was.

Although the backstage was a mess, the gala still started at 7:30 PM sharp.

The scene was very lively.

Lu Yanhe and the others were making their own preparations, adjusting their moods.

Chen Ziyan and Zhou Ping'an, on the contrary, left one after another after everything was settled, and I don't know where they went.

Five people in one dressing room, slightly crowded. The dressing room here wasn't big, but these few people were already used to it. Every time they went out before, there were seven people, even more crowded.

Li Zhibai even joked, saying: "We should have protested and let them prepare two dressing rooms for us. Our agents are different now, why are they still preparing dressing rooms for us according to the old standards? Too much."

Just at this moment, a staff member came over to remind Li Zhibai to wait for his turn.

Li Zhibai's individual performance was in a very early position, which was also Hou Jun's intention to make the whole program attract fans to watch. The performances of relatively popular stars like Li Zhibai, Cheng Hai, and MX were scattered in various time periods.

Li Zhibai got up and followed.

"Go for it, Brother Bai!" Tu Song waved his hand to cheer him on.

Li Zhibai waved his hand without looking back, but it happened to hit the door frame. His straight and dashing back suddenly hunched like a hot water shrimp, retracting his hand, and in order to maintain his image, he didn't want to be exposed, secretly inhaling.

Lu Yanhe: "..."

Lu Yanhe and the others were watching the live broadcast on a tablet.

Performing now was Louis Wang, an internet celebrity singer who had recorded "Little Song Gathering" with Lu Yanhe before.

Lu Yanhe had seen the program list, and many performance guests were singers who had been on "Little Song Gathering."

From the artist lineup tonight, it could be seen that Hou Jun had deep feelings for "Little Song Gathering."

Louis Wang's explosive rap ended, burning the scene to the boiling point.

The host went on stage, connected the segments, and played a VCR, which was an interview with high school students graduating this year. In the video, every student had a simple face and bright eyes.

Subsequently, it was Li Zhibai's turn to appear.

As soon as he appeared, before the musical accompaniment even started, the cheers and screams at the scene had the momentum to overturn the sky.

He was also different on stage than usual.

His eyebrows were sharp and cold, and the aura he exuded belonged to a young king.

Behind Li Zhibai were more than twenty backup dancers.

The backup dancers were contacted and prepared by the program team.

They had only rehearsed four times before.

Lu Yanhe watched Li Zhibai's performance on stage and could only say that although this person was surprisingly lazy, he really had talent. The kind of dominance on stage wasn't something ordinary artists possessed.

"Li Zhibai's dancing is really handsome," Tu Song couldn't help but sigh.

Just at this moment, a green light spot suddenly appeared on Li Zhibai's face, shaking around his eyes.

Li Zhibai's movements also stuttered for a moment before connecting again.

"What's the situation?" Lu Yanhe asked immediately.

Yan Liang, who had more stage experience, darkened his face and said: "Someone is using a laser pointer to shoot at Li Zhibai's eyes offstage."

"Ah?" Lu Yanhe looked at Yan Liang in disbelief. "Why?"

"Black fans, I guess. Often black fans do such things, using laser pointers to shoot at eyes to interfere with performances," Cheng Hai's expression also became serious.

The few of them looked at each other.

Li Zhibai didn't seem to be too affected. Although the laser pointer kept trying to hit his eyes, his movements and singing were still stable, only being affected for that one moment at the very beginning.

The camera no longer cut to his close-up.

After about a minute, the camera cut back to his close-up.

That green light spot had disappeared.

"It seems the security guards caught the person using the laser pointer," Yan Liang breathed a sigh of relief.

Ten minutes later, Li Zhibai finally returned.

Zhou Ping'an followed behind him, staring at his eyes.

"Are your eyes okay? Are you uncomfortable?"

Li Zhibai waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it didn't really hit my eyes, it just interfered with me."

Zhou Ping'an was furious and said: "I must sue that idiot later."

"Sue what sue, I wasn't injured, suing is useless," Li Zhibai was actually much calmer than Lu Yanhe imagined and didn't explode as Lu Yanhe thought.

With Li Zhibai's personality, wouldn't he have started scolding long ago?

Yan Liang asked: "Did you see who the person using the laser pointer to shoot at you was?"

"No," Li Zhibai shook his head. "Anyway, such people will pop up every once in a while. I'm used to it. Black fans are always there."

Lu Yanhe was amazed.

In his eyes, Li Zhibai's personality wasn't like this.

Whoever dared to provoke him, he dared to make them rise to heaven on the spot.

Why couldn't he get along with Ma Zhiyuan? Wasn't it because Ma Zhiyuan provoked him time and time again?

Li Zhibai was so calm about this matter, even a bit "indifferent"?

Zhou Ping'an said angrily: "You rest well first, I'll have someone touch up your makeup later. Your forehead is full of sweat. If your eyes are uncomfortable, tell me immediately."

"Good," Li Zhibai nodded.

Zhou Ping'an left cursing after giving instructions.

On the scene, the director team, Hou Jun sat in the chair, his head on fire, but he was holding it in.

The fact that Li Zhibai was shot with a laser pointer on the scene just now would definitely make it to the hot search and become a scandal tonight.

Hou Jun tightened his face, wanting to call the security team over now and ask them how the security check was done.

Because such things often happened before, now various galas strictly prohibit the audience from bringing laser pointers and other laser equipment into the venue.

As a result, such things still happened tonight.

He glanced at the artists who appeared later, and there were still many names with circles behind them, which meant they hadn't arrived yet.

"Hasn't Liu Zhilan arrived yet?" Hou Jun frowned and asked.

The person in charge of artist contact next to him said: "Liu Zhilan is expected to arrive in another half an hour. The road is a bit blocked."

Hou Jun: "I asked her to arrive at 7:30 before, and now it's 8:00!"

"Already on the way," the person next to him could only say so.

Asked a few more people, either on the way or haven't been contacted yet.

A mess.

Hou Jun took a deep breath.

Fortunately, although the backstage was chaotic in its own way, the performances in the lens and on the stage were proceeding in an orderly manner.

Various stage designs were first-class.

Tu Song and Yan Liang appeared one after another and completed their solo performances.

It must be admitted that when the two of them appeared to perform, the reaction at the scene was indeed not very enthusiastic.

By 8:50, Lu Yanhe was called by the staff to wait for his turn, and his heartbeat reached his throat.

Nervous.

Li Zhibai and Yan Liang knew Lu Yanhe was nervous.

He hadn't performed on such a big stage for almost two years. Artists are like this; if they haven't performed for too long, they will be a bit nervous and show timidity.

"You can do it, go for it," Li Zhibai patted Lu Yanhe on the shoulder.

Yan Liang also encouraged Lu Yanhe.

Lu Yanhe took a deep breath, like a newcomer just starting out, and walked out with stiff limbs.

Along the way, he ran into many artists.

Lu Yanhe knew them, and they seemed to know him too. They looked at each other, but didn't greet each other because they hadn't greeted each other before.

He came to the side of the stage.

The people in front were still performing.

It was an instrumental performance by a high school student band.

Very vivid, very lively.

The atmosphere at the scene danced with the light melody and rhythm.

Peng Zhixing, the host tonight, was also swaying his body on the side of the stage, looking full of vitality.

Lu Yanhe couldn't integrate into the atmosphere, really nervous.

Peng Zhixing saw Lu Yanhe out of the corner of his eye, stopped, and smiled at him, "Yanhe, hello, I'm Peng Zhixing."

Peng Zhixing was a few years older than him, and Lu Yanhe called him "Brother Xing."

Peng Zhixing looked at Lu Yanhe with a smile and said: "You are only nineteen this year, right? I can indeed be your brother."

The two exchanged pleasantries.

It was noisy all around, and it wasn't an environment suitable for chatting.

After this performance ended, Peng Zhixing nodded to Lu Yanhe, preparing to go on stage to connect the segments.

The staff had already put the ear return on Lu Yanhe, and the microphone was in the hands of the staff in front. It would be given to him when he went on stage.

Following Peng Zhixing's appearance on stage, the high school students who had just performed also went off stage.

A group of people were excited and chattering, their faces filled with youthful smiles.

When they saw Lu Yanhe, several people's eyes lit up and they wanted to take a photo with him.

Just when Lu Yanhe was hesitating, Chen Ziyan suddenly appeared.

"Everyone wants to take a photo, let's take a photo backstage later. Yanhe is about to go on stage," she said in a gentle tone.

The high school students all said happily, saying thank you.

Chen Ziyan patted Lu Yanhe on the shoulder, "Don't be distracted."

Lu Yanhe nodded and took a deep breath.

"Lu Yanhe on stage," someone instructed.

Lu Yanhe walked forward, took the microphone, and walked forward according to the route rehearsed yesterday.

He performed on the side stage.

Mainly because this song wasn't the kind of lively song, the backup dancers arranged for him by the gala were a pair of professional dancers.

The overall atmosphere was relatively soft.

On the main stage, Peng Zhixing was still continuing to connect the segments.

"Everyone knows that this year there is a particularly amazing idol. Through a year of sprinting in the third year of high school, he achieved a counterattack and scored a high score of 657, returning to everyone's vision. Does everyone still remember a song he sang last year? Tonight is the graduation season of not saying goodbye, and youth is also a memory we refuse to forget. Let's quiet down and listen, the sound of time's footsteps is ringing."

The lights changed, the main stage dimmed, the side stage lit up with a follow spot, and Lu Yanhe appeared in front of everyone.

The musical accompaniment sounded.

The main stage also lit up with a follow spot, and a pair of professional dancers began to dance.

Lu Yanhe stood on the stage, looking at the black crowd under the stage and the connected light sea.

There were no enthusiastic, heart-rending cheers like when Li Zhibai and the others went on stage.

But someone was shouting his name.

"Lu Yanhe, you are so handsome—" was an excited girl.

Lu Yanhe heard this voice.

Many people heard it.

He smiled.

There were more screams.

Lu Yanhe calmed his mood, raised the microphone, and began to sing.

This time, he sang even more wantonly.

The night color in front of him was the night color of a clear sky.

The long road under his feet was a smooth and unobstructed long road.

Nothing was blocking him anymore.

"I just want to hold onto the fleeting years

Say goodbye properly

Regrets and gratitude can't go back to yesterday

I just want to remember this moment

The light years we walked together

..."

The performance time of a song was only four minutes, but Lu Yanhe felt as if a long, long time had passed.

The emotions that had been fermenting in his heart for a long time, those ups and downs that couldn't be spoken, sang out with the song, as if they were going to ride a white crane and fly into the blue sky.

By the time his last song ended, the lights at the scene had completely lit up.

He could see the dense crowd under the stage, everyone's face.

At this moment, Lu Yanhe felt a long-lost comfort, just like the comfort after singing at "Little Song Gathering" last time.

Many people at the scene had red eyes.

It wasn't that Lu Yanhe sang so movingly, he wasn't that style either. The feeling he sang was youthful wantonness, the openness of a crane in the clear sky lining up the clouds.

But many of the audience at the scene were high school students who had just finished the college entrance exam. Many people listened to Lu Yanhe's lyrics and thought of the school and classroom they would never return to, and they were moved.

Lu Yanhe didn't know that Li Pengfei was also at the scene today. He got two tickets and brought Xu Zijun to come.

They sat in the audience, and after listening to Lu Yanhe's performance, Li Pengfei said to Xu Zijun: "Look, Old Lu cares so much about me, an old classmate. He is so reluctant to part with me that he specifically wrote a song to commemorate me."

Xu Zijun was a bit puzzled: "Was this song written for you?"

Li Pengfei nodded very confidently: "Of course. Besides me, who else in the class has a good relationship with him? If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have any friends in the class."

Xu Zijun: "Isn't his relationship with Linyu and Chen Qin quite good? Besides, he is also very familiar with Chen Siqi from Class 7."

Li Pengfei: "... Then no one has a better relationship with him than me, right?"

Xu Zijun thought of the scene where she saw Lu Yanhe walking with Chen Siqi several times, and thought, that's not necessarily true.

Of course, she didn't say this sentence.

Lu Yanhe was about to go off stage. At this time, Hou Jun's voice suddenly sounded in the ear return: "Yanhe, wait a moment, help me out, the next guest hasn't arrived yet, temporarily add an interview and chat segment."

Lu Yanhe was stunned, suddenly dumbfounded, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Under the eyes of everyone, he couldn't just stand there stupidly.

He smiled and waved to the audience at the scene.

There was a burst of excited screams at the scene.

At this time, Peng Zhixing finally appeared.

"Yanhe, please stay!"

Lu Yanhe breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Peng Zhixing who hurried onto the stage.

Lu Yanhe looked at his appearance, guessing that he also received the news temporarily, a bit flustered.

"Brother Xing." Lu Yanhe greeted him politely.

"Really good to hear, this song," Peng Zhixing said while walking towards him. "If I remember correctly, this song was written and composed by yourself, right?"

"Yes," Lu Yanhe nodded.

Peng Zhixing asked with a smile: "Can you tell us about the background of writing this song?"

This was a question he thought of temporarily.

Temporarily receiving news from the director team, the performance guests behind hadn't finished their makeup, and the few performers who had arrived refused to go on stage early to perform, leading to an empty stage, so he could only find Lu Yanhe to hold the scene.

Peng Zhixing was also confused, but had to step up. The host must hold the scene no matter what situation is encountered.

In Peng Zhixing's eyes, this was a very routine question, talk about the background of writing this song, talk about the story, and take advantage of this time, he would organize his language again, see what to ask later, so as to hold the time.

But this question just happened to ask about Lu Yanhe's blank space. He didn't have a background for writing this song.

In a hurry, he could only make it up.

"It's just a feeling brought to me by studying for these few years, making me want to write a song to commemorate it." After starting, it was easy to continue. Lu Yanhe said: "I also just graduated this year, like everyone else, experienced a very painful, difficult but bitter-sweet third year of high school. I think everyone is like me, has some words that can't be spoken directly to teachers, classmates, and friends, so what can't be spoken directly, write it into a song."

"Speaking of which, this song has a story," Lu Yanhe smiled. There was a regret he always wanted to make up for, but didn't have the opportunity. Didn't expect to be able to say it directly now. "At first, I wanted to sing this song on 'Little Song Gathering', but I only wrote the music, no arrangement. At that time, I had to rehearse at 9:00 PM, and it was a good friend of mine who spent more than three hours urgently helping me arrange a version, so that I could sing this song on the program the next day."

Peng Zhixing asked in surprise: "This song was arranged by your friend?"

"Yes," Lu Yanhe nodded with a smile. "My friend, also my classmate at the 13th High School."

"Wow, then can I ask if it's a boy or a girl?" Peng Zhixing asked immediately.

Lu Yanhe smiled shyly. "First of all, I want to emphasize that she is just my friend, and then I will answer you, she is a girl."

Peng Zhixing immediately made an "Oh~" sound.

"Okay, I heard your emphasis, she is ju~st your frie~nd."

Lu Yanhe: "..."

Peng Zhixing smiled and put away his teasing. "Okay, okay, no more joking. This summer, you really shocked and surprised everyone, using 'earth-shattering' is not an exaggeration. I saw a report saying that last September, you were still ranked in the top 500 in the grade, but you scored 657 in June this year, which is the second in the whole grade. Such a terrifying progress speed, have you thought about it before?"

"Thought about it," Lu Yanhe nodded. "I was aiming for such a goal, so I could work hard desperately in this year. Without this purpose, I should have given up countless times in the middle."

"In the eyes of many people, maybe when you put forward this goal, they will laugh at you for overestimating yourself."

"Indeed," Lu Yanhe nodded. "But it doesn't matter, the goal is given to yourself, not to gain others' recognition."

"Well said, the goal is given to yourself, don't work hard to gain others' recognition," Peng Zhixing said. "Actually, many people really want to know, which school did you apply to? What is your first choice?"

Lu Yanhe shook his head immediately and said: "Brother Xing, let me keep it secret for now. Before I get the admission notice, I won't tell everyone. Otherwise, if I don't get admitted, how awkward will I be."

Peng Zhixing's eyes widened: "Is there any possibility of not being admitted with such a score?"

He didn't mean to embarrass Lu Yanhe and changed the subject immediately.

"Okay, then wait until you get the notice, you must tell us the first time, which university student you will become, okay?" Peng Zhixing said.

"Good," Lu Yanhe agreed readily.

"Everyone, I have asked for a benefit for everyone, Lu Yanhe promised personally that he will tell us the first time he gets the admission notice," Peng Zhixing said with a smile.

Lu Yanhe thought, how long do I have to hold on?

Are the performance guests behind not ready yet?

Peng Zhixing: "You will have a performance with your former teammates later, right?"

"Yes," Lu Yanhe nodded.

"It seems that your relationship is really good, even if you have disbanded, you will still gather together to perform."

Lu Yanhe thought, although their relationship is indeed good, gathering together to perform today has nothing to do with their relationship.

"We are good friends with each other, even if the team is disbanded, the friendship will not be disbanded."

After Lu Yanhe finished speaking, the voice of the director team finally came from the ear return.

"Liu Zhilan is already waiting."

Lu Yanhe breathed a sigh of relief.

Peng Zhixing nodded to Lu Yanhe, his expression natural, and said: "Really good, then wait for your performance later, thank you Yanhe."

Lu Yanhe knew he could leave the stage.

He nodded to Peng Zhixing and turned to leave.

Peng Zhixing continued to connect the segments.

Once off stage, Lu Yanhe let out a long sigh.

Chen Ziyan was waiting for him off stage.

"Why was there an extra chat segment on stage just now?" Chen Ziyan asked.

Lu Yanhe returned the microphone to the staff, and someone helped him remove the ear return.

He pointed to his ear return and said: "Just after singing, Director Hou asked me to help, hold the time."

Chen Ziyan knew what happened as soon as she heard it.

She immediately rolled her eyes.

"Really messy without a limit."

She took Lu Yanhe back to the dressing room. When passing through a large hall in the middle, the group of high school students who performed in front were gathered together, seemingly waiting for him. Seeing him, they immediately showed excited smiles.

Lu Yanhe remembered that Chen Ziyan also promised to take a photo with them.

"Lu Yanhe, your singing is so good!"

"Also so handsome!"

Several girls said with a giggle.

Lu Yanhe: "Thank you! Your performance is also wonderful!"

Chen Ziyan helped them take a group photo.

After the photo was finished, they couldn't suppress their excitement and waved goodbye to him.

Lu Yanhe left with Chen Ziyan, walked a distance forward, and looked back, they were still looking at him.

That feeling... it was as if he had really become their idol.

Lu Yanhe took back his phone and opened it, there were many unread messages.

Especially the class group chat, it was 99+ unread again.

They were all talking to him about his performance just now.

Lu Yanhe replied one by one, and then saw Chen Siqi's message.

She sent an eye-rolling emoji and said: It took eight hundred years to say thank you, don't forget, you still owe me a meal!

Lu Yanhe remembered.

When he asked Chen Siqi for help, he promised to treat her to a meal, but it hadn't been fulfilled later.

He said: Are you free tomorrow? If you are, make up for the meal I owe you tomorrow noon.

Chen Siqi: Sure.

Lu Yanhe: See you tomorrow.

He put down his phone, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"What do you mean by smiling so spring-hearted?" Li Zhibai slanted his eyes at him.

Lu Yanhe was squeezed by Li Zhibai, and Lu Yanhe suddenly came back to his senses.

He quickly put away the smile on his face, "Spring your head, don't talk nonsense."

Li Zhibai tsked twice and said: "Hypocritical, dare not admit it, tell me, who were you chatting with just now?"

Lu Yanhe: "No one."

Li Zhibai looked suspicious: "Wouldn't it be the girl who helped you arrange the music?"

Lu Yanhe took a deep breath, "Don't talk nonsense."

Li Zhibai had an expression of insight into everything, "Hehe."

Others also looked at Lu Yanhe, their eyes full of inquiry.

"..." Lu Yanhe got up, "I'll go to the restroom."

He fled from the dressing room.

If he stayed any longer, he felt he really couldn't pretend anymore.

How could that dog thing Li Zhibai have such sharp eyes?!

Lu Yanhe walked through the corridor and entered the restroom.

As a result, it was full of people, and they were still queuing.

He was shocked and decided to change places.

The night breeze brushed his face, bringing heat.

It's getting hotter and hotter.

Lu Yanhe thought about where to eat tomorrow noon, thinking of Chen Siqi, his mood was inexplicably rippling.

It was really said by Li Zhibai.

He seemed to really like Chen Siqi a little bit?

Lu Yanhe's mind was chaotic, and he wasn't sure, just that his feelings for her were indeed different from his feelings for others.

What about Chen Siqi?

What are her thoughts?

The phone vibrated again, he thought it was Chen Siqi asking where to meet tomorrow noon, but when he looked, he found it was a message from Lin Miaomiao: You don't like that female classmate who helped you arrange the music, do you?

Lu Yanhe's pupils shook.

Tonight, these one or two, why are they all asking this?!

Is his acting so bad that he can't hide anything? ===== CHAPTER 173 =====