The boys in the class were taken to the party venue by Wang Yan and other class cadres early on. More than a dozen boys were blowing balloons, hanging ribbons, and turning on the stage lights of the dance classroom, decorating the classroom as if they were celebrating Christmas. The temporarily moved desks formed a circle around the edge of the classroom, filled with melon seeds and various fruits, and the open space in the middle became a temporary stage.

"Oh, whoever you write is good? Write a few words on the blackboard over there and arrange it." Gao Yan, the secretary of the League, said to the busy classmates.

A group of boys looked at me, I looked at you, and finally looked at the Sports Commission. That means, you are the only leader here, who would write if you don’t write it?

Li Guang looked at the eyes of everyone and said, "What do you think I'm doing? I can't do it. You want to come. Hey, Qi Zhenming? Stop putting fruits. Have you practice calligraphy before? You write it."

Qi Zhenming shook his head like a rattle, "The brush is a brush, and the chalk is a chalk. These are two different things. Don't make trouble, okay? I'm busy."

Everyone pushed and pushed, but there was no result for a long time. Gao Yan became anxious, "Why are you guys so nagging? It's like you're writing words as hard as having a baby!" Everyone was sweating profusely, and the branch secretary was so fierce.

"Lu Wei, go and write," Gao Yan directly clicked.

Lu Wei didn't want to show off this, but suddenly felt a little moved. Since the old ghost gave him Comrade Tang Bohu's ability, he has not had the opportunity to practice. It would be better to take this opportunity to try it. Although the brush and chalk are indeed different, I think there are similarities, as they are writing anyway.

"Okay, don't laugh at me if you don't write well."

"It's okay, no one has practiced much, just write it casually. It's all classmates and no one is laughing at."

“What to write?”

"Yeah, just write a warm celebration of excellent results in the exercise competition"

"OK."

Lu Wei took a piece of chalk, took a deep breath, and imagined these words in his mind. Suddenly, it was like a primitive impulse surged from the bottom of his heart. Lu Wei raised the chalk and "brushed" the pen like a brush, and it was done in one go. After a few seconds, a line of extraordinary running script appeared on the blackboard:

Warmly celebrate the excellent results of the exercise competition!

"Wow, what a beautiful word!"

"Like the words posted."

"This guy not only sings well, but also has such a skill."

Looking at the works he completed, Lu Wei didn't expect it to be so smooth. The feeling of writing hard for that moment was so wonderful. Lu Wei realized the charm of art and at the same time strengthened his determination to practice hard. He must integrate these abilities into his own abilities as soon as possible.

"I can't tell that Lu Wei is actually hiding this trick. In the future, we will leave the blackboard arrangement of our class to you." Gao Yan was also fascinated by these words and said to Lu Wei quickly.

"Ah", Lu Wei didn't expect that his unintentional act would actually find some work for him.

"Corporate Secretary, you are abuse of labor, I protest!"

"Protests are ineffective, so those who can do more work." Gao Yan said with a smile.

At 7:30, the students came to the dance classroom one after another, and were excitedly talking about the lively scene of the exercise competition this morning. After a while, the two old classes also came over. After saying some simple words of congratulations, the event officially began.

First, the girl from 96 gave a small chorus: "Deep Ocean". These girls are all from the school chorus team, and their skills are very good. The harmony and tacit cooperation have won everyone's cheers.

Then the 96-level class monitor Wang Hongliang played a flute "The New Song of the Herdsmen". This flute with a strong grassland style is sweet and full of singing. The quick and smooth double and triple sounds behind it also unfolds the lively scene of the grassland herdsmen galloping on horseback. Wang Hongliang was very skillful in his skills and played the flute in a heart-wrenching and fascinating. At the end of the song, the applause was thunderous, and Wang Hongliang's face that looked like Andy Lau, many female voices shouted out on the spot: Wang Hongliang, another one, Wang Hongliang, we like you! These girls are bold enough and didn't see the ugly faces of the two old classes at all. However, in this kind of occasion, the two old classes were not too serious. As for students, it is normal to be more lively.

The third one who came on stage carved a folk guitar and introduced it first: "Dear sisters, my name is Ye Cunwei. I like guitar. Next, I will bring you a song of singing: BEYOND's "The Earth"

"good!"

"YE! ​​I like BEYOND's song the most"

"Sing "Really Love You"!"

From such a passionate reaction, we can see how profound the influence of Wong Ka Kui, the unfortunate music genius, has on campus.

After a rapid downward stunning section, Ye Cunwei sang this classic BEYOND in Cantonese: "The Earth"

On those lush roads

How many trauma have you experienced

On that old face

It also records the wind and frost

The day of autumn wind and autumn rain

It was a youthful time

Don't say you're unhappy

Didn't say goodbye

Looking back at the door of the foreign land yesterday

Sighing feelings for a year

But sunset and sunrise never change

At this moment, looking at my father's smile

Unconsciously speechless

Let the sunset and twilight seep the eyes of tears

On those open roads

How many ideals have been broken

On that high-hanging surface

How many have been cited

The unchanging sun and moon

Coexist in acquaintance

The earth of palliative division

Draw a line

At this time, the students who can sing have already started singing:

Looking back at the door of the foreign land yesterday

Sighing feelings for a year

But sunset and sunrise never change

At this moment, looking at my father's smile

Unconsciously speechless

Let the sunset and twilight seep the eyes of tears

After singing the song, some students were already excited to shed tears. For fans who like BEYOND, Huang Jiaju's unyielding musical spirit is the most precious asset. Lu Wei also likes BEYOND's songs very much, and has heard almost everything. At this moment, I was also very excited when I heard this familiar song.

"Next, we welcome the junior brothers and sisters from Class 3 of Level 98 to perform a few shows for us, okay?" Wang Hongliang coaxed.

"Okay!", the people from Class 96 were cheering. And many people had already shouted: "Lu Wei, come on, Lu Wei, come on!" It seems that Lu Wei's performance at the welcome party has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Lu Wei walked to the center of the stage with a smile, and did not rush to sing, but said: "Thank you everyone, you have worked hard these days, and you have to do our queues and do exercises in addition to studying. I only say to my senior brothers and sisters on my behalf, thank you!" Lu Wei's words aroused a burst of applause, and many people in the master's class whispered: "This junior brother is good, he is very good at speaking."

"Haha, it's just that I'm not doing it yesterday. Just look at her master and you'll know it, haha."

"What are you two whispering? What's wrong with his master?" The two boys didn't expect Kang Xiaoling to sit not far behind them, and were heard saying bad things. They thought that this aunt was famously difficult and she was really ungrateful. She said what she did, so they had to say embarrassedly: "We are talking and playing, don't take it seriously. Actually, you taught it very well, haha."

"real?"

"More than real gold."

"Well, will my apprentice applaud more in a while?"

"It must be certain."

The two of them stopped talking and turned around and waited to watch Lu Wei sing.

"Next, I will bring you a song I created myself called "Rat Love Rice". At the same time, I also dedicated this song to a special person. May she be happy and happy every day, thank you!"

"Hahaha, mouse loves rice, the name of this song is so funny," said the boy.

"Didn't he sing well in bel canto? Why doesn't this guy sound like bel canto songs?" said the boy B.

"I wonder who he wants to dedicate this song to? I wonder if it is me?" said a stubborn girl.

"Brother Cunwei, can you lend me your guitar?" Lu Wei said to Ye Cunwei, who had just finished singing "The Earth".

"Okay, you can use it. You can do it. You can also write songs. Haha, the name of the song is a bit weird."

Lu Wei secretly said, you won’t say that if you sing it later.

After adjusting the strings, Lu Wei looked at the place where Kang Xiaoling sat, and found that she was looking at herself curiously, with her eyes facing each other. Xiaoling waved her fists and made a cheerful posture.

Lu Wei smiled, then focused his attention on the guitar.

A flowing decomposition chord flowed out from Lu Wei's fingertips. Lu Wei sang this online classic "Rat Loves Rice" with a relaxed and freehand expression with a slightly magnetic voice:

I hear your voice

Have a special feeling

Let me keep thinking

Don't dare to forget you again

I remembered someone

Stay in my heart forever
To be continued...