"I...I'm embarrassed to sing here..." Xiao Shang said shyly, glancing at the students gathered in the center of the classroom and then at Chen Bing's mischievous grin.

“It’s okay. When we get home, I just want you to sing one for me. Sing that one… what’s it called again? ‘Conquer’? No, no, oh! It’s ‘Love You’. Remember to practice it well, but you don’t need to be perfect. Just a little bit raw and innocent. I mainly want to hear your voice.”

Chen Bing made the decision without consulting Xiao Shang, so what could Xiao Shang do? She could only agree unconditionally with eyes full of love.

"Very good, good children deserve a reward." Chen Bing reached out and hooked Xiao Shang's chin, expecting him to show an expression of enjoyment.

Unfortunately, Shang Yunmiao wasn't a real cat or dog, and she could only look on with confusion at Chen Bing's strange actions.

Tsk, it seems I should associate this action with joy more often in the future, and try to train her as soon as possible... no, I mean, train her... that doesn't seem quite right either. Anyway, I need to train Xiao Shang so that every time I touch her chin like this, she will show an expression of enjoyment and joy.

After patting the other person's head again, Chen Bing pointed to the middle of the classroom and said, "Let's continue watching."

The next two or three programs were unremarkable; every year's New Year's Eve gala features similar programs as filler.

Even so, Shang Yunmiao was still very happy watching. She leaned against Chen Bing's chest, clapping her little hands to the rhythm of the music. The people around her were also infected by her emotions and unconsciously started clapping.

There needs to be background music between programs, otherwise people won't feel involved if they just listen to singing and skits.

So, after the fourth program ended, Zhang Xinyu started a game of musical chairs.

The game's content is probably self-explanatory; the drum is represented by a school desk, and the flower is represented by a microphone.

When the drumming stops, the student holding the microphone has to come up and perform an impromptu show.

Without further ado, the three rounds of games quickly began. The microphone was passed from the side closest to the classroom door, accompanied by the booming of drums and the laughter of the students. In the blink of an eye, the microphone had been passed through more than a dozen hands.

But the student drumming on the stage showed no sign of stopping, and the tense and exciting atmosphere below the stage grew stronger and stronger.

"stop!"

When the drumbeats stopped, the microphone landed in the hands of a male student. Everyone saw him scratching his head, looking quite troubled.

But in the end, he mustered up his courage, forcibly pulled the microphone up and passed it to his friend, and the two of them went on stage together to perform a crosstalk routine.

Because it was an impromptu performance, the effect was considerably worse than other programs. But it was still pretty good; having the courage to come up and perform was a good start.

The second round of musical chairs began quickly, and this time a little girl was the one who got caught.

She followed suit and pulled her friend along. The two of them sat on a bench and sang a traditional Chinese song to the rhythm of the music.

When it came to the third round of the musical chairs, Chen Bing noticed that the microphone was coincidentally heading straight towards him.

It only passed through five or six classmates before it reached his surroundings.

According to the rules, you cannot refuse when someone hands you a "flower," so the microphone spreads very quickly, and after three rounds, almost every student will receive one.

Naturally, Xiao Shang was soon forced to fall for it.

After taking the microphone, she first stared blankly at the female classmate who handed it to her, then looked around blankly, unsure of who to give the "flower" to. Finally, her gaze settled on Chen Bing beside her, but she still hesitated to act immediately.

Seeing the little girl like this, Chen Bing couldn't help but smile wryly.

You silly girl, you're the dumbest one in the whole class. But even if you're silly, you're still my child, how could I not protect you?

Chen Bing then reached out and took the microphone from Xiao Shang, preparing to immediately hand it over to the next student.

But just then, the drumming stopped abruptly, and Xiao Shang immediately showed a guilty expression.

With her sharp mind, Chen Bing immediately realized that this was an excuse she could use to blackmail the small business owner, and that she would probably be in for a treat that evening.

But let's not think too much about it for now and just focus on getting through the stage performance.

When Chen Bing was finally holding the microphone, several boys in the class immediately started chanting "Brother Bing! Brother Bing!" and more and more classmates followed suit.

Seeing his own prestige, Master Chen couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. He stood up with a grin, patted everyone on the back, and then walked briskly to the front of the stage.

"Do you want to play songs for the performance, or is there anything else you need?" Zhang Xinyu immediately stepped forward to ask Chen Bing what he needed.

After a moment's thought, he asked, "I remember one of my classmates was going to perform the thumb piano."

"Yes, Wang Zihan's show. What? Do you watch it?"

"I know a little." After saying those two words, Chen Bing raised her hand and asked loudly, "Where is Wang Zihan?!"

“Here.” A cheerful female classmate raised her hand for Wang Zihan, who was next to her.

After walking up to the other person and borrowing the thumb piano, Chen Bing waved to the classmates around her.

"Students, please be quiet. This instrument is a little quiet, so please listen quietly."

As soon as these words were spoken, the class immediately fell silent.

After casually testing the piano keys a couple of times, Chen Bing originally intended to play a love song for Xiao Shang, but after glancing at the familiar faces in the classroom, his heart wavered, and he ultimately played another piece.

As Chen Bing pressed the keys, ethereal piano music drifted through the classroom, touching the hearts of everyone who heard it.

The melody was familiar, and some people hummed along softly, unconsciously recalling the lyrics.

This is the recently popular song "Commemoration"!

Gradually, more and more people began to sing along softly, and Chen Bing's song had just reached the second half.

Zhang Xinyu promptly brought over a microphone and placed it next to Chen Bing. Her ethereal voice became clearer through the speakers, allowing every student in the class to hear it clearly.

Following the rhythm of the music, everyone sang the second half of the lyrics in their youthful and somewhat immature voices.

This class is too arrogant.

He never speaks in class.

But it was still very warm.

The students exchanged pleasantries.

Copying homework while holding down the textbook.

I glanced at the exam paper.

Now that I think about it...

Wouldn't that be very intimate?

All I want is to hold onto the fleeting years.

Say goodbye properly.

I will etch your smiling faces in my heart.

When a shooting star streaks across the sky

Let's make a wish~

Let the present become forever.

Forever and ever

La la la..."