The God-level Scholar of Agent Rebirth

Chapter 116 Team up with the enemy cp
There is a late self-study on Sunday night, and midsummer night walks into the gate of the campus, and bright red banners are everywhere as far as the eye can see.

[Celebration of Qingrui from class C of the 20th grade sent to the Baishi Conservatory of Music, I wish her singing will be loud and bright in the future, and she will sing on the international stage! ]
Midsummer Ye's red lips curled up in a sneering arc.

Her eyes flicked to the next banner, and her steps followed suit.

Sheng Fanxing.

Why is she on the escort list?

"Summer night."

The sound of footsteps from far to near stopped behind Sheng Xiaye, and Sheng Fanxing's voice was a little hoarse than before.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Sheng Fanxing walked to the banner with her name and stood still, staring at Midsummer Ye, and let out a smirk, "Your current scenery is only temporary, and soon I will trample you under my feet."

The recent treatment has been quite effective, and Sheng Fanxing's mood has improved day by day, and the original moderate depression has turned to mild.

Sheng Xiaye looked at the bright smile on her face, the smile on her lips slightly pressed down, and said coldly: "Don't get in the way."

She knocked Sheng Fanxing's shoulder away and walked straight to Lu Xun Building.

"I've already been recommended to the Baishi Conservatory of Music, and Dad's business is getting bigger and bigger. You are really a broom star, but you still know how to use dirty tricks behind your back!"

These words sounded particularly harsh.

Midsummer Ye just raised his eyebrows in a funny way, "It seems that the dog jumped the wall in a hurry, then you have been to your good life, don't come to me to brush your face, so that I won't be upset one day, you went to the top [-] to study, I will also sweep you out School."

"you!"

Sheng Fanxing saw Shengxia Ye walking away, her phone rang, and seeing the message on the screen, her face changed drastically in an instant.

[The hotel is still waiting for me in Haojue's old room tonight. 】

Sheng Fanxing pinched the phone, his fingertips turned white, and his eyes were full of hatred.

If it wasn't for the midsummer night, she wouldn't have been caught by the mysterious man, and she wouldn't have humiliatedly turned off the lights and waited for him to come to the hotel every time he gave an order.

Although the Sheng family can have today, it is also given by the mysterious person.

But the pain he put on her was enough for her to hate for a lifetime!
Not long after Sheng Xia Ye arrived in the classroom, he heard the students in the class discussing the same thing.

"Satellite TV has a music program, and the third season is about to start. It seems that we are going to come to our school to choose people to participate in the program today!"

"I can! Become a star on the show!"

"I don't have a musical talent, I'd better forget it, you go ahead."

Midsummer Ye lazily started the King of Glory live broadcast, and didn't hear anything outside the window.

Jiang Ye entered the classroom with her schoolbag on her back. She didn't look sideways, and sat in the chair. When he passed the aisle, she leaned against the wall and continued watching the video.

Jiang Ye looked sideways slightly, looking at the content on her screen, his pair of lazy and affectionate Danfeng eyes slightly narrowed, and then his eyes fell on her mouth that pouted unconsciously while watching the video.

Midsummer night.

summer……

"Students, be quiet!" Director Fang walked into the classroom and motioned everyone to sit back in their seats. The head teacher announced the contents of other classes. Because Class X is in a free-range state and there is no teacher, the burden can only fall on Director Fang. .

"Have you heard of Satellite TV's "Flying Dreams" music program? Today they gave the school a list. The school means that each class will arrange two students to perform in the auditorium later in the evening. The judges conduct auditions and selections, and going out is to win glory for Sheng Gao!"

The students were discussing.

"Director Fang, there must be two people! I'm afraid no one in our class wants to participate!"

Someone booed, followed by roars of laughter.

Director Fang coldly said: "Before the end of the next class, you must submit the list, otherwise the whole class will be punished!"

Before he left, he asked the squad leader to say a few words outside the door.

When he came back, he was worried.

"Squad leader, old man Fang won't force you to submit!"

"If it doesn't work, let's draw lots!

As soon as this remark came out, the squad leader had a flash of inspiration. He fiddled with the tablet computer for a while, and said: "I opened a small program to sort the seats of each student in our class according to the number. There are 54 numbers in total. Pause, the two students selected, let's go to the singing competition on behalf of our class."

Midsummer Ye didn't even lift his eyelids.

Until the monitor's call came from the stage: "Student No. 48... Midsummer Ye, it's you!"

There was a twinge of impatience in Sheng Xiaye's eyes.

"I'm not interested." She looked up at the stage indifferently.

"Who cares if you're interested or not? You'll be you when you count, don't play tricks!"

"That's right, hurry up, monitor, there's a second one!" The students began to urge, the monitor pressed the continue button, counted silently for three seconds, and pressed the pause button again.

The random pause number is -

53.

All the other students in the class looked at her. Cheng Xiaocheng stopped eating chocolate, frowned, and said bluntly, "It's fine if you want to sing, but I won't sing with her, so I changed someone."

In the rebuttal, there are some orders and threats.

Midsummer Ye sneered and remained silent.

The students in the class were all booing, "Now we have a good show!"

Everyone knows that because of Jiang Ye, these two people have always been at odds with each other, and now they want to form a cp in the singing competition...

It's exciting to think about!

Sheng Xia Ye looked sideways at Cheng Xiaocheng, "Why don't I feel wronged and let's go to the rehearsal now?"

"You deserve it?" Cheng Xiaocheng's temper exploded as if he had eaten gunpowder.

"Ok."

Sheng Xiaye picked up her schoolbag and got up, walked out and said, "It seems that my compromise is useless, and you have seen the squad leader, she is not cooperating, then we will rehearse when she is happy."

"Hey, midsummer night!" The squad leader couldn't call her at all.

Seeing that the performance will be performed the night after tomorrow, time is running out.

Midsummer came to the hospital after leaving school.

Just now she received Zhong Wenman's WeChat message, she has almost recovered, and she will be discharged from the hospital today.

"How's your throat?" Sheng Xiaye took the luggage from Zhong Wenman's hand, put it in the trunk of the taxi, and got into the car with her.

Zhong Wenman nodded, "I saw an updated post on the school forum just now, it seems that you are going to participate in a singing competition?"

Sheng Xiaye's tone was cold, "I choose to refuse to form a team with Cheng Xiaocheng."

"But I heard that as long as you can be on the show, regardless of whether you are eliminated in the end, you can get a scholarship of 3 yuan."

"Really?"

Sheng Xiaye narrowed his almond eyes, and suddenly felt a little playful.

In this way, she suddenly became very interested in this game.

Cheng Xiaocheng was invited to the rehearsal the next day by Sheng Xiaye, but she still pretended to be dead, and Sheng Xiaye simply acted badly with her, but this guy suddenly acted like a bewitched demon in the early morning of the third day, and dragged her to the rehearsal room as soon as he arrived in the classroom.

"Before, I had a bad attitude, but after thinking about it, the opportunity to be on the show is very rare. I still don't want to delay my future because of my personal grievances with you!"

In the rehearsal room, Cheng Xiaocheng watched Sheng Xiaye say these words with a very sincere attitude, but when she lowered her eyes, her face showed a sly and calculating look.

Midsummer Ye ignored her, "Practice."

(End of this chapter)