To The Lovely You

  He Chaoran was sitting under an old tree in the campus holding a guitar, his long bangs drooped slightly, blocking his faint eyebrows, but adding a touch of mysterious and **** temperament. The diamond stud on the left ear shone brightly in the autumn afternoon sun.

   In fact, the light radiating from his body is even more dazzling than diamonds.

   At this time, it was the recess time. A group of little girls had peach hearts in their eyes, held their hearts in their hands, and stretched their necks to surround him.

  He Chaoran's low and magnetic voice, accompanied by the melodious and clean guitar sound, echoed in the campus, and drifted far, far away with the breeze.

   This is the first time he sings a Chinese song. It is a love song with a little R&B style, which is gentle and exciting.

   Since Park Junxi caught the pigtail for singing English songs in the last competition, there have also been many navy soldiers questioning his strength on the Internet, causing many fans to defect and no longer support him.

   Seeing that the next game is getting closer and closer, he is always indecisive, not knowing which song to choose. Although Park Junxi is avenging his personal revenge, he has indeed hit his weakness to a certain extent - his singing has completely adapted to the singing method of English songs, and his interpretation of Chinese songs is not so good.

   But the smart Lan Feifei suggested that he could sing R&B style slow songs instead, such songs could maximize his strengths. Sure enough, after trying a few songs, He Chaoran gradually found confidence.

   He also said to Lan Feifei half-jokingly: "Otherwise, you can directly be my personal assistant in the future. Just being a stylist will really bury your talent."

   At that time, Lan Feifei smiled and said nothing.

   At this moment, she is standing in the corridor outside the classroom door with Hou Xiaoting and Li Mengshan, holding the railings with both hands, watching from a height that He Chaoran is surrounded by a group of girls.

  Girl A: "He Chaoran, I didn't expect you to sing Chinese songs so well, even better than English songs!"

  Girl B: "Next time, you will definitely win!"

  Girl C: "We are all optimistic about you!"

   Hou Xiaoting couldn't help but sighed: "Feifei, He Chaoran is really charming and more and more flavorful..."

   "Yeah." Lan Feifei nodded in affirmation, then shook her head in doubt, "Why are you telling me this?"

   "Don't pretend to be confused." Hou Xiaoting pouted and licked the ice cream, "He Chaoran is so good to you, can't you see it? Every time there is something delicious and fun, I will be the first to find you."

  Because in the past, every time she ate something, she would always be snatched away, so she fell in love with ice cream in the end-she didn't believe that others had the courage to lick it again!

Lan Feifei's expression was taken for granted: "Because I'm his stylist, of course he wants to curry favor with me. Haven't you ever heard that offending anyone can't offend a stylist? The terrifying looks of those stars can ruin an entire movie. drama!"

  Li Mengshan didn't speak, just listened to the song wafting in the wind, her thoughts drifted to a far, far place with the song.

   At this moment, Luo Yujun's faint voice sounded behind them: "Come to my house tonight."

   The three girls turned their heads at the same time, Lan Feifei was the first to realize that he was definitely not talking about himself, and lowered his eyes in despair.

   Hou Xiaoting never thought that he would be talking about himself, and continued to lick the ice cream without any heart.

  Li Mengshan knew that he was talking about herself, but she was a little overwhelmed in front of Lan Feifei.