"Hmm? What kind of song is this? I can't understand it, the master ordered it?"

After ordering the song, Misaki Miyagi helped him to pin the song very considerately, so it was his turn to pick up the microphone soon.

The prelude sounded, and the girls started talking.

"Hey? Is it Qianjun's song?"

"Wow, I haven't heard of it, it feels very quiet."

After the subtitles appeared, the expressions on the faces of several girls became even more confused.

"Is it a Chinese song?" "Does Qian still speak Chinese?"

There is no way, he can only sing Chinese songs.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth:

“If I listen to music, I’m jealous.

Why don't you understand?"

His voice was low and his gentle singing floated in the air, as if he was telling a beautiful story.

"A Conscience" sung by Eason Chan.

This was the only song that popped up in his mind when the girls clamored to let him sing.

"I probably didn't know how to worry about it at the beginning.

"Young boy is so arrogant that you are very sorry for

"It's hurtful, it's even more sad to be hard to protect

"This heart is kind and lifelong

"How do you say sorry to you?"

In fact, at first he didn't know why he remembered this song.

As he sang, he suddenly realized that I had been resentful.

"Be determined to help the world get rid of poverty,

"Thinking that he is so great as if he is so promising.

"Who has treated me well, this hedgehog?

"It can cause injuries,

"I'm going to accept me,

"I am creating tears and want to save the world."

Nearly a month has passed since the advice of the craftsman Qian Xuanfang made him feel at school with the light.

In a month, he gradually began to have an idea of ​​confusing himself among ordinary students: Did he have a bit of pretentious self and regarded himself as a savior?

After all, the earth-shaking great cause cannot be accomplished by one person. He kept saying "Everyone is equal", but he still believed that he was the savior, either crazy or a demon.

At this moment, he sincerely thanked the craftsmen in his heart.

Of course, more feelings in my heart are guilt for Liuriko.

Put down the microphone and sit back on the sofa, and the girls around them applauded.

"Chengjun, do you know how to speak Chinese?" Hagiwara leaned over. She only had innocent thoughts, and her focus was completely different from what Chi Linya cared about.

"I actually have a higher Chinese than Japanese," he replied with a smile.

The girls sincerely exclaimed.

He lay on the sofa in Ge You's paralysis, reached out and patted Qingshui's shoulders sitting upright beside him, and said, "Don't worship me, Qingshui's Chinese level is also very high, almost comparable to mine."

Qingshui's long white hair looked even brighter under the bright lights emitted by the screen, and her face seemed to be covered with a hazy dreamy veil.

She turned around, looked at Qian Linya, and said seriously: "I have to point out that Zhao Youzhai, your Cantonese level is very poor."

He blushed a little - his Cantonese level is indeed only at the point where he can sing.

"Do you know even Cantonese?" he asked.

"Although I don't know, I can still tell you some pronunciation problems." Qingshui instantly twitched her hair, and her fallen hair was scattered like flying snow.

Qian Linya lazily stuffed a cherry into her mouth, and just smiled at her words.

She was not the kind of person who had no introspective consciousness. After seeing his smile, in order to avoid becoming a keyboard warrior, she stood up and went to the song plaque and pressed a few times: "I'll have one too."

After taking the microphone handed over from Qian Linya, she reached into her mouth:

"In my dream I dreamed of not waking up

"The red line under house arrest

"All stimulation left the pain of fatigue

"No more indifferent..."

Qian Linya was really convinced by her this time. He wrote Eason Chan's song "A Conscience" and she also gave herself Eason Chan's song "Red Rose". It seems that the poem succession competition that night has not yet ended.

"What you can't get is always in agitation,

"Those who are favored are fearless,

"The red of roses is easily hurtful dreams,

"It's lost in the fingers,

"False again..."

When singing "What you can't get is always in agitation", Qian Linya felt that her eyes were constantly glancing at her, as if she was not just singing, but also trying to point out.

This made him feel a little amused. It seemed that she was sure to treat him as a scumbag today and did not accept the refutation.

After only singing the first half, Qingshui chose the sing song.

"Student Kikumizu? It's not over yet, right?" Kikuchi Mari asked.

"I don't have to finish singing, I just want to sing half of the episode." Qingshui once again lifted her hair, walked back to Qian Linya with her slender legs, and sat down.

He curled his lips, stood up, and chose another song on the tuning stage: "Since you have a fight with me, I'll give you one song too."

Qingshui hugged her arms, and when Qian Linya's slightly frivolous singing rang out, her expression changed slightly.

"You are like snow, and you are sad and beautiful,

"Who moved me to burn incense?

"Invite the bright moon and let the memories be bright

"Love is perfect in the moonlight..."

When he saw her twitching her hair, he thought of this song. He had no intention of having a singer-themed singing activity with her, just thinking about it and singing it casually.

But she seemed to have never heard of "Hair Like Snow", and her eyes kept staring at the lyrics that swiped across the screen, motionless.

“…The bronze mirror reflects the evil spirit, and it has a ponytail,

"If you go wild, I will accompany you in this life..."

After singing, he found that Qingshui's cheeks were slightly red.

Putting down the microphone, Misaki Misaki's eyes moved back and forth between them, saying with a little crying voice:

"You two, can you stop singing duets in languages ​​that only you can understand! It's hard for us to join in!"

Hagiwara cheered excitedly: "That's it! That's it! It's like a secret call!"

Kikuchi Mariya asked him with a blushing face: "Chanjun, it sounds so nice, but, what do the lyrics mean?"

Then they restrained a little, and Qian Linya stopped singing anymore.

After that, Misaki Misaki sang the difficult "Secret"; Hagiwara sang the recently popular animated song "Red Lotus"; Mari Kikuchi held the microphone and stuttered and finished "Pink Snow"; Kashiwara sang the "Lemon" by Genji Yonezu.

Meng Ye sang a song "The Action Program of Cruel Angels". This made Qian Linya wonder, is his sister actually incompatible with ordinary high school students?

Qingshui did not sing songs from other languages, but instead sang a relatively unpopular "Duo Fen, Feng" with the relatively unpopular fish rhyme.

Qian Linya has always liked Yuyun Band in his previous life, so he kept giving her a beat during the listening process, but Qingshui thought she was deliberately trying to please him and looked down on him.

The final party ended in the chorus "Sakura, Sakura, I Want to See You". This song is so familiar that Qian Linya can hum a few lines.

After singing, he walked out of Kalaok and returned to the streets of Tokyo. The girls became bold and stood with him.

Passersby watched him entangled with a few girls, showing an unspeakable expression, but after seeing his appearance clearly, he showed an understanding expression.

In a trance, he felt that he was too much like a winner in his life.

After sending Kikuchi Mari and Mengye home, and sending the other three girls to the subway one by one, Qian Linya turned around and looked at the Shimizu Moon standing not far away.

"Then, go home."

In order to avoid the fact that others found out that the two lived together, Shimizu pretended to be the first to leave, but actually did not go far away, but waited for him far away. She came closer after he saw the others away.

The two walked into the subway that they had returned to the same way. At this time, there were no more passengers on the subway. They sat in the same row of seats, with their hands on their knees, and the distance was not far or near.
To be continued...