Chapter 97 "Report, I want to kiss."
The competition requires songs to be positive and uplifting.
Yi Jia's final song was "As You Wish".
To ensure the smooth running of the competition and to allow the contestants to familiarize themselves with the stage and optimal positions, the rehearsal process started at 2 PM and didn't end until almost 5 PM.
After the rehearsal, Yi Jia and Zhou Song recorded a video of their performance.
Zhu Fan took Yi Jia's phone and helped record the screen.
Zhong Fei opened her violin case and offered, "I'll accompany you. Would you mind if I appeared in the background?"
Just as Yi Jia was about to start singing, Zhong Fei interrupted her.
Zhou Song looked at Yi Jia, seeking her opinion—he had no problem with it.
Yi Jia stroked her chin, looking at Zhong Fei, feeling absolutely no liking for her. She mimicked Zhong Fei's tone and said to Zhou Song, "How about we sing a cappella?"
A hint of embarrassment at being rejected flashed across Zhong Fei's face.
He Qianya clicked her tongue from the side, her voice not loud but clear enough: "So what if you have fans? It's just a casual video recording, you're so petty. You're afraid someone will steal your thunder."
The commotion attracted a lot of students who wanted to see tomorrow's performance in advance, and the playground was now quite crowded.
As soon as He Qianya finished speaking, everyone around heard it.
Yi Jia frowned, suddenly losing the will to continue recording.
Zhu Fan turned the phone camera towards He Qianya.
He Qianya subconsciously raised her hand to cover her face: "Why did you take pictures of me without my permission?"
Zhu Fan zoomed in on He Qianya's face in the image with two fingers, and said calmly, "I didn't take your picture. I just wanted to see what a nosy, sour grapes person looks like."
"You can come over and check to see if I actually took a picture of you. That way, I can see it more clearly."
Some people couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Zhu Fan's response made He Qianya's face turn pale and then red, as if a palette of colors had been overturned.
Yi Jia's displeasure vanished under Zhu Fan's protection.
Zhou Song scratched his head, unsure of what to do.
Yi Jia smiled again and asked Zhou Song, "Do you know 'Last Night's Wind and Tonight's Moon'?"
Zhou Song took out his phone, pulled up the lyrics, turned to look at Zhong Fei, and looked at her with a slightly apologetic expression.
Zhong Fei lowered her head and gently put away her cello, appearing very good-natured.
"The proprietress is so gentle."
"What a pity, the proprietress plays the violin so well, I would want to hear it a thousand times over."
"I arrived late and missed the rehearsal. I can only look forward to tomorrow night."
Zhu Fan adjusted the angle of his phone.
Both Yi Jia and Zhou Song have very distinctive voices; they are the kind of people who are blessed with natural talent.
Yi Jia looked up from Zhou Song's phone screen and caught sight of a familiar figure. She sang most of the cheerful lyrics: "Your turning away makes me lose again..."
Her eyes crinkled into a smile, and her voice was light and cheerful: "Afan, turn around..."
Zhu Fan held the phone steadily to keep the screen from shaking, and subconsciously turned around when she heard Yi Jia's words.
On the red and white running track, Fang Qizhou walked leisurely towards her, bathed in the setting sun. The white flight jacket on the man was coated with a warm glow.
Their eyes met, and Zhu Fan's eyebrows curved into a gentle smile.
Fang Qizhou smiled slightly, bent down to pick up the cello that was placed on the rubber track at her feet, and carried it on his shoulder.
Zhu Fan handed the phone back to Yi Jia: "Is it okay if I don't finish recording?"
Yi Jia said it was no problem.
The video doesn't need to be too long.
Fang Qizhou took Zhu Fan's drooping hand, his brows furrowing slightly: "Why are your hands so cold?"
Zhu Fan's hands were enveloped in the man's warm palms, and her fingers, which had been chilled and reddened by the wind, gradually warmed up.
Her gaze fell on Fang Qizhou's neck.
Fang Qizhou understood and placed her hand on the side of his neck to warm her hand with his body heat.
"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, what am I seeing?!"
"Honey, what you saw was someone's boyfriend warming his girlfriend's hands with his neck."
"I want a boyfriend like that too!!!"
"My hands are cold, but my heart is even colder."
"God, open your eyes and look here! I've been single for 21 years and I'm willing to trade 20 pounds of my body for a boyfriend!"
Yi Jia watched the young couple showering each other with affection, a smile spreading across his face.
So sweet, so indulgent.
Zhu Fan withdrew her hand from Fang Qizhou's neck: "Fang Qizhou, my hand is not cold anymore."
Her hands are warm now.
Fang Qizhou squeezed her fingers, and gently pressed the back of his other hand against her cheeks, which were reddened by the cold wind.
Zhu Fan smiled and rubbed his hand against hers.
A soft touch suddenly landed on my forehead.
Zhu Fan lightly punched Fang Qizhou's arm: "It's a deal, I need to submit a report."
Fang Qizhou's gaze lazily fell on her lips, his voice low and magnetic: "Report, I want to kiss you."
Zhu Fan pushed away his face, her ears burning slightly: "Rejected."
Fang Qizhou raised an eyebrow and stopped in his tracks.
They seemed to be saying, "I won't leave unless you let me kiss you."
Zhu Fan wrinkled her nose and pursed her lips: "Fang Qizhou, don't try to cheat on me."
The girl's expression and soft, sweet voice carried an indescribable air of coquetry.
It made him want to kiss her even more.
He lowered his head and quickly stole a kiss on Zhu Fan's lips.
Zhu Fan, caught off guard, could only glare at him helplessly.
Thinking about where she was going soon, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Looking down at her clothes, she felt they were too casual: "Fang Qizhou, do you think I should go back and change?"
Yesterday at noon, Fang Zeheng called her son, hoping he could go to Yueyuan and have a meal with his mother.
Fang Qizhou's agreement brought Fang Zeheng a surge of joy.
When he heard that his son was going to bring his girlfriend, he almost dropped his phone.
This was the first time the father and son had such a peaceful conversation, and also the first time the son was willing to share his emotional life with him.
The iceberg that had remained frozen for years is now melting.
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