After Becoming a Male God, I Broke Three Big Guys

At 4:30 p.m. on the school day, Qiao Yu, accompanied by two assistants, went to Chongming for a secret rehearsal.

In order to surprise the students, before Qiao Yu came to the rehearsal, the head of the school had cleared the venue, leaving only the master in charge of stage art and lighting and music. All the students, including the host, did not know that Qiao Yu would be present today.

The 50th anniversary celebration and art festival are co-organized. A professional team was invited to set up a stage in the playground. Even senior high school students who are in the sprint stage can participate.

The person in charge handed her the microphone, and Qiao Yuxing walked onto the stage and tried the sound before saying, "Can the lights be turned on only once?"

The lighting engineer replied, "It can be hit in the middle of the stage."

She nodded and continued: "Does the school have a suitable high chair?"

The teacher in charge quickly replied: "Now you can buy one, what do you want?"

"Is it okay to be made of wood?" She looked around the stage, "A meter or so high."

"Okay, I'll ask someone to buy it right away." The teacher nodded, and immediately called and asked someone to do it right away.

Now that there is no wheat stand, Qiao Yu can only let them play the accompaniment first and rehearse standing by himself.

The playground is not far from the teaching building, and the students in the classroom can still hear the accompaniment clearly. In order not to interfere with their study, Qiao Yu specially asked the sound engineer to lower the volume of the accompaniment and the microphone. But as soon as the prelude to "miss" was released, Ji Weitong's fans still quickly caught the sound, pricked up their ears one after another, and glanced out of the classroom quietly.

Ye Xiguang has never been interested in these entertainment activities, and the pen in his hand kept writing until a clean and magnetic voice followed the accompaniment, which was clearly inaudible, but exploded in his heart.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing on the periphery of the playground, watching the boy wearing a peaked cap in the center of the stage through the dark green iron net.

In the weather in late November, the autumn wind was rough, but he was only wearing a khaki windbreaker, his beautiful face was hidden under a peaked cap, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He stared at his figure greedily, and didn't respond until the teacher on the tour stopped him.

"It's class time! What are you doing here?"

Ye Xiguang suddenly came back to his senses, but was speechless.

The teacher frowned and said solemnly, "Which class are you from? Come to the office with me."

Ye Xiguang followed him upstairs, but Lao Li didn't have classes and was not in the office in the afternoon now.

"I know it's the school celebration tonight. You want to watch the show, but is this the time to watch the show?" The teacher in the plaid shirt patted the table, "Look at the countdown to the college entrance examination for yourself? It's so light and heavy!"

Ye Xiguang nodded and admitted his mistake, and was not put back into the classroom until five o'clock. The class bell just rang, and he could only watch from the balcony as he got into the business car at the school gate surrounded by the crowd.

Long time no see, he actually has a lot to say to him.

His first mystery novel was signed and published, and the third one has been serialized on the website for more than a month, and now it is the first on the channel gold list. He lived up to his expectations.

He knew that his gloomy appearance was not good-looking, so he went to cut his hair, but he was still not used to the sight of the people around him.

His life seemed to be finally on the right track, but he just wanted to stay while Qiao Yu was still there.

…

Before the official opening of the school celebration, all students must carry their chairs to the designated position on the playground, and the senior year's position is at the end. Because of their height, girls generally sit in the front row, but when the girls moved their chairs to the playground after dinner, they saw Ye Xiguang, who had always been alone, sitting in the front row.

The girls were hesitating whether to let him move back. A short-haired girl said that, she stepped forward and put her chair next to him, and the other girls also put down the chair next to him.

The short-haired girl looked at him, hesitating for a while or pretending to be natural: "Ye Xiguang, won't you sit with your boys?"

Recently, all the girls in the class found out that Ye Xiguang was tall and pretty after cutting his hair. Some girls from outside classes went to Class 7 to inquire.

Ye Xiguang was staring at the stage intently, and when he heard the words, he just shook his head slightly.

Seeing that he didn't talk to him, and the girls were not easy to talk to, they turned around and chatted with the girl beside him.

"If only Qiao Yu could come today."

"I've seen the program list, and there's no name for Qiao Yu." Another girl pouted, "I wonder if I can see him before graduation..."

The short-haired girl held her cheeks, "It's useless to come here, they've already been taken by the little princess, so we can only see."

"You mean Wen Baoyi? It's fake."

"I think it's quite a hammer. Except for the female artists he has worked with, Qiao Yu only pays attention to her." The short-haired girl disagreed, "And both of them are talented and beautiful, I think they are very suitable."

Ye Xiguang's hands on his knees clenched tightly.

He has seen the scandal between Qiao Yu and Wen Baoyi. Even if he knew that the authenticity of the marketing account's revelations was not high, he was still afraid to search all the information of the woman and peep at her dynamics, but he was afraid to find even a little verifiable clues.

The girl is the only daughter of a real estate developer. She is studying in an international school. When she was ten years old, she followed her mother to the front row to watch the show. Everyday she rides and skis, plays the piano and paints. Ye Xiguang could only admit that no matter how unwilling it was, they were indeed a match.

Sadly, he doesn't even have a position of jealousy.

At seven o'clock, after a lengthy speech by several school leaders, the school celebration officially started. A logistics man came to the stage and placed the high chair and the wheat stand in the center of the stage.

The hostess in a fishtail dress was waiting. She looked at the program list and wondered, "Isn't the first program a dance?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Yu walked out of the back of the stage wearing a large white shirt, and nodded to the planning teacher with a smile.

The moment she walked out, some classmates in the front row screamed, and the seniors in the back row asked what happened. It was not until someone called Qiao Yu's name loudly that everyone suddenly realized that there were too many people standing up in front. , many high school students can only step on chairs to find the location of Qiao Yu.

The sound waves under the stage came one after another, but Qiao Yu didn't seem to hear it. He sat on the high chair lazily and held the microphone in one hand. The warm yellow light focused on the beautiful young man in the center of the stage, as if shrouded in holy light. In the prelude, he didn't say anything, but the playground where thousands of people gathered was so quiet.

"How many times I wanted to reach out and touch,

But woke up in the early morning without you,

…

Under the clear sky, in the rainstorm,

How can I find your trace,

feel your breath again

…”

The big screen showed his profile, Ya Qing's eyelashes seemed to be sprinkled with gold powder, beautiful and thrilling.

The rhythm slowly eased, his index finger tapped the microphone, and hummed softly: "Missyou, missyou..." His voice was so slender, as if a feather was scratching his heart, and as if an electric current was passing through it, it was ticklish.

When the last note fell, Qiao Yu stood up and bowed in greeting, the silence was broken, and there was thunderous applause from the audience, it seemed that everyone was shouting his name indifferently.

Who can not love him?

"Teachers, classmates, good evening everyone, I'm Qiao Yu."

Before he finished speaking, one sentence after another, "Qiao Yu, I love you—" rang out. The playground is already boiling, and even though the head teacher is sitting next to him, there are still people expressing loudly. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and put **** between her lips to signal everyone to restrain herself.

"Today is the 50th anniversary of Chongming, and I am very happy to meet you here."

She didn't say much, and she didn't specially prepare a long speech. She only said that the college entrance examination was coming. She simply expressed her blessings to the third-year students and her alma mater's future before walking off the stage. Sister Xia Xia was waiting under the stairs with her trench coat and jacket, and Qiao Yu smiled and dressed and walked straight to the leadership seat.

In order to go out to eat supper with Ji Weitong earlier, she specially greeted her and said that she had to leave the venue early in the evening. The school leaders planned to take a photo with her after the party, but in order to accommodate her time, the photographer could only take a photo in front of the leaders' table. The seat has already been reserved for her, right next to the principal.

There are many art students in Chongming, but Qiao Yu is the only one who is really famous. To show his support, Principal Chongming went to the cinema with his family to support the box office when "Operation White Tower" was released. So tonight, all the leaders saw the principal take out a 4-karat poster and a black marker from the desk box under the red cloth.

"Xiao Qiao, my daughter likes you very much. Today I know you are going to come and ask me to sign an autograph for her."

The surrounding leaders were all joking, and Qiao Yu took over the poster with a smile and signed it.

The mobile phone message beep sounded at this moment.

Ji Weitong: [Are you okay? Ok? 】

【Are you out? 】

【Did you forget me? 】

"I'm sorry, teachers." Qiao Yu shook his phone helplessly, "I'm urging me here, I may need to go first."

The principal who was about to sign the autograph waved his hand generously, "Little Qiao, go ahead and visit your alma mater if you have the opportunity."

There was still a show on stage, but Qiao Yu's departure attracted the attention of all the classmates. I don't know who started first, and the playground was full of "Qiao Yu, don't go—"

Qiao Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and while waving to them, he walked away quickly.

Just as he walked outside the iron gate, a man in a peaked cap in the shadow suddenly stepped forward. Just as Sister Xia Xia was about to stop someone in front of Qiao Yu, she saw the man in front of him took off his mask, revealing a face with a sword and a star.

"Surprise!"

Qiao Yu told Ji Weitong before that he could get out after singing at 7 o'clock in the afternoon, but he didn't expect him to come to the school directly.

"When did you come?"

"At seven o'clock, I came to squat for you to sing." His tone was a little smug, "You sing well, but you still have some real biography from me."

Qiao Yu has long been accustomed to his gags, and only asked lightly, "Where to eat?"

"Let me think."

He smiled and followed her.

Leaflet is the only one of the three who can only get through friendship to the end.