There was singing and dancing in the auditorium, and it was lively and warm. As soon as he went out, the cold wind blew against his skin, making him a little more awake.

Song Yu put on her school uniform, zipped it up, covered her cold eyes with her thick eyelashes, and walked to the agreed place.

Qin Mo suggested sitting down and chatting - Song Yu originally had no desire to communicate with this scumbag, just like he had with Ou Yilian.

He could have turned a blind eye to it before it happened, but the evil in these people is in their bones.

If you want to talk, then let’s talk.

The performance of Class 1, Grade 2 started at the beginning of the party and has now ended.

Qin Mo asked him to meet in a lounge backstage at the auditorium.

When he entered, Qin Mo was sitting on the sofa, having taken off the suit he wore on stage, and he looked neatly dressed.

Song Yu closed the door, met his gaze, and calmly walked over to sit down.

"I thought you weren't coming."

Qin Mo's eyes curved and he smiled amiably: "Why did you suddenly change your personality? Did Uncle Song call you and finally convince you not to be so hostile to me?"

Song Yu sat lazily, looking quite normal. He didn't look like someone looking for trouble at all. His tone was calm and peaceful: "Don't do that. I'll give you a chance first. Tell me everything that happened on Friday night."

Qin Mo's expression didn't change at all, and he said, "Friday night? What happened?"

Song Yu curled his lips. His lips were very thin, and they carried a sense of mockery and sarcasm: "Qin Mo, you investigated me very deeply, even digging out things about my childhood."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, slightly puzzled: "I don't know what you are talking about?"

Song Yu: "The auditorium, the rainstorm, and the darkness. I didn't know these three things would have such a big impact on me."

Qin Mo seemed determined to play dumb and showed a concerned look: "You were trapped in the auditorium on Friday night?"

Song Yu: "Yes, the signal jammer has been installed. You did a great job."

After this conversation, Song Yu was calm and not as irritable as usual, but gave people a more dangerous feeling, like magma about to erupt under a thin layer of ice.

Qin Mo's eyes flickered, and he took a deep breath and said, "Since I call myself your brother, I won't hurt you. You can disbelieve me, but I really didn't do this. Regardless of whether it was a prank or not, I will ask the person who trapped you clearly."

Song Yu smiled: "What are you asking? Is he a hater of mine? He has disliked me since I was in No. 1 Middle School. He wanted to trick me as a joke. Who knew I would react so strongly?"

It's easy to explain and distance yourself from the matter. After all, there are many people in No. 1 Middle School who are unhappy with him. To be honest, Song Yu came to see Qin Mo today not to force him to admit it.

"No, you don't have to explain. I have to thank you for creating such a good environment for Xie Sui and me to be alone."

Qin Mo was stunned.

Song Yu said: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to recognize my own heart."

Qin Mo looked at him straight, the corners of his lips slowly pursed, as if he didn't want to talk about the topic, and said: "Stop for a moment, do you want to drink anything?"

"No, haven't you always wanted to talk to me?" Song Yu simply opened up and said frankly, smiling: "Then let's talk. Let me tell you clearly, even if Xie Sui doesn't like me and doesn't end up with me, it won't be your turn. Does playing with other people's feelings bring you pleasure - the Qin family taught you such a lowly pleasure?"

Qin Mo could no longer maintain his kind appearance. Ever since Song Yu brought up Xie Sui, his nameless anger had been spreading.

Now Song Yu's words hit his sore spot even more, and his drooping pupils contained a storm.

Song Yu lazily hooked his fingers over the cup on the table, as if he was talking about something very boring and uninteresting: "I don't understand where your sense of superiority comes from. Please give up that hunting game mentality. Even if you want to pursue Xie Sui, what can you compare with me? Personality, appearance, or even the family background that you have always been proud of and indulges you in doing whatever you want?"

Qin Mo pointed his finger at the table. He was finally irritated by him and said in a very sarcastic tone: "Who I'm chasing is none of your business."

Song Yu stood up slowly. His eyelids were thin and his eyes were sharp and cold when he looked at people. "If you hadn't rushed to seek death, do you think I would have noticed you?"

Qin Mo: "Instead of worrying about these things, why don't you worry about your own illness?" At this point, his voice, which had been raised because of anger, dropped to a low tone, and he smiled with an ambiguous look in his eyes, "Don't mess around if you have a terminal illness. If you accidentally mess yourself up, it will be more trouble than it's worth, don't you think, Song Yu?"

"The loss outweighs the gain." Song Yu repeated his words softly. He glanced at the things on the table, two bottles of expensive wine, and raised his eyes slightly: "I asked you to sit down and have a drink, so are you going to give me a drink?"

Qin Mo said sarcastically: "Do you dare?"

Song Yu did not answer his question. He sneered and held a bottle of wine in his hand: "I talked so much nonsense with you before because I felt that if you knew that you could not plot against me, but instead let me know clearly how I felt about Xie Sui, I would probably be so angry that I would die."

Qin Mo stared at him intently, his muscles tensed, his breathing rapid, and his skin trembling.

Song Yu said softly: "I don't dare."

The cold white light shone on the young man. He stood straight, very tall and thin, like a green pine or a strong grass. Holding the wine bottle, her wrist was delicate and pale, with blue veins faintly visible.

"I believe you also know my second weakness. I can't drink."

Qin Mo's pupils dilated slightly, and his fingers involuntarily grasped the edge of the sofa.

He suddenly felt that Song Yu was a little strange.

Song Yu leaned forward, his expression as cold as a living devil, his tone so cold that every word he spoke carried a knife.

——"But it also depends on whether you have the ability to bring the wine to my lips."

At the same time, Song Yu grabbed Qin Mo's collar and smashed the bottle at him decisively and ruthlessly.

The wine bottle shattered, and the fragments reflected dazzling light.

The intense pain stimulated Qin Mo's brain, and he was frightened. His pupils shrank into a point, and then he suddenly exploded and shouted, "Song Yu——"

The thin ice that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly shattered, and the magma under the ice erupted completely.

Song Yu stopped what he was about to say, his eyes turned cold, he calmed down the anger in his heart and said with a smile: "Just wait and see who will go back to City A."

Song Yu walked out. His school uniform was soaked by the wine, so he simply took it off and put it in his arms.

In fact, he couldn't stand the smell of alcohol. His head felt a little uncomfortable. His body was just fine, and suddenly he exerted force. The subsequent feeling of weakness came like a tide, making him frown slightly.

He had not taken a few steps when he heard a girl's scream. The fight was already quite noisy and would soon attract more people. Qin Mo, who was dying, would soon be discovered and sent to the hospital.

Then there will be another long standoff tomorrow.

Song Yu was not afraid of him, and didn't even need to make up any excuses. He looked down at his phone and paused the recording.

Qin Mo thought he had done it perfectly, but with the appearance of the signal jammer, he was able to find out a lot of things by following the clues. Qin Mo came to Jingcheng to avoid the limelight because he came out. If the Qin family knew that he had offended the Song family for a man, it was not certain who would be taken away.

The final chapter of "Cinderella" was performed in the auditorium. When Song Yu walked to the door, he did not go in. He leaned against the wall and looked at the group of people jumping happily on the stage.

After everyone's creative tampering, the last scene was edited into a wedding.

The prince and princess walked into the palace of happiness, the animals huddled together eating melon seeds, and the stepmother and stepsister were sweeping the floor nearby, cursing.

The fairy godmother waved a magic wand with stars on it and acted as the host of the wedding. She said, "Now I will be your witness."

She did not play by the rules and asked with a smile, "Who arranged for you to come to this point?"

Cinderella said: "It's the school, the teacher, and the New Year's Eve party."

Prince said: "If Director Song, our bread and butter, hadn't been such a troublemaker, the story would have ended long ago."

The whole audience laughed.

Song Yu was watching from outside, and curled the corners of his lips.

After the testimony, the wedding march began to play, romantic and solemn.

Song Yu suddenly remembered that he was the one who first suggested using suona as background music. It was so festive and cheerful. Once it was played, it felt like someone wanted to set up two tables at the entrance of the village to entertain everyone.

Jiang Chunian was so scared that he almost bit his tongue. He went to ask Xie Sui to persuade him. He was so scared that he couldn't speak clearly: "Thank God for the death. Brother Yu plans to play suona at the wedding. Please stop this genius."

Xie Sui was also amused. The coldness in his peach blossom eyes melted away. He curled his lips and tilted his head to ask him, "So you like this?"

Song Yu didn't like it either.

He was just being rude and said something extra, but no one dared to refute him.

Of course, this genius idea was never implemented.

A dark night and snowflakes appeared on the screen behind the stage. The story ended as Cinderella and the prince looked at each other while trying not to laugh.

He suddenly wanted to see Xie Sui, feeling confused and with a sense of loss that was difficult to conceal.

Does Xie Sui know that he likes him too? But what does this mean to him?

——"The inexplicable approach and advances are all because they covet your looks."

——"You too?"

——"Of course I'm not!"

Song Yu closed his eyes as the firm and clear words rang in his ears. He really dug a hole for himself.

After Cinderella's performance, the class group exploded with excitement.

[Lights as in the past: Woohoo, it’s finally over. Oh my god, my hands were shaking while holding the broom in the last scene. 】

[Sadako never forgets the well digger: celebration banquet!] Celebration party! Celebration party! Hurry up and choose a place, let's spend New Year's Day together [Red Panda holding a windmill]]

[It’s Wanwan: This is your husband, Brother Yu, Director Song, my husband, Brother Yu, where are we going to celebrate the festival [dog head]]

[Wait a moment, me: I suggest going for hotpot! A new store opened on Linqing Street, and it has very good reviews! 】

Song Yu clicked in and read the content, but did not reply. He walked out with his phone. When he exited, he saw Xie Sui's message.

【Xie Sui: Sorry, I'm late. Are you in the auditorium now?】

Song Yu was stunned. With his current mood, when he saw the name Xie Sui, his breathing stopped for a few seconds.

My fingertips touched the cold screen. Calmed down my messy mood.

[Song Yu: No, I’m out. If you walk this way, you should be able to meet him.]

【Xie Sui: Yeah】

After dealing with Qin Mo's problem, it will be Xie Sui's turn.

"I think I've fallen in love with him."

So when did it start?

Song Yu didn't know either.

Just wait until I react, it seems like I like it.

He walked outside, afraid that he would be too nervous at that time, so when Ma Xiaoding called him, he answered the phone.

It seemed quite lively over there at Ma Xiaoding's place, with everyone talking and arguing a lot.

Ma Xiaoding had no choice but to yell at him on the phone: "Brother Yu, we are deciding what to eat later. Half of us suggested hot pot and the other half suggested barbecue. What do you think? I think these two parties are simply sick. Hot pot and barbecue are almost the same, but they end up disliking each other. Eating hot pot dislikes the trouble of barbecue, eating barbecue dislikes the strong smell of hot pot, they can come up with any excuse. Niu bu bao, I choose Malatang."

Song Yu listened absentmindedly. He walked outside and saw Xie Sui.

Xie Sui stood under the sculpture at the school gate, next to a slightly cold street lamp, wearing a windbreaker and with long legs.

She was looking down, tapping on the screen with her fingers, her eyelashes drooping, and her expression lazy and indifferent.

Ma Xiaoding was still nagging: "I don't understand them, but everyone has different preferences. Brother Yu, you choose one. Choose what you like."

The word "like" touched his somewhat numb nerves. Song Yu held the phone and prepared to speak: "I choose..."

On the other side, Xie Sui seemed to have noticed him, raised his head, and smiled with his eyes curved, his eyes sparkling like ice and snow just blooming.

The words in my throat stopped instantly.

Ma Xiaoding: "Brother Yu, what did you choose? The whole class is listening attentively for your instructions. Speak louder! - Hey, hey, hey"

"All--"

Song Yu hung up the phone directly.

It was like a bolt of lightning struck me, and I suddenly felt numb from my scalp to my toes. I gave in completely.

He chose Xie Sui.