Show off the whole class of scumbags, you call this the head teacher

so cool!

This is the idea of ​​almost all the girls on the field.

Damn, he pretended to be there again!

This is also the idea of ​​all the boys in Class [-].

But putting aside their prejudices, I have to say that this song, which they have never heard before, really has the magic power to immerse people instantly.

On the stage, Lu Ze spoke into the microphone, and along with the rhythm, let those poetic lyrics reach everyone's ears.

"My bad songs are all over the Nine Continents."

"The wandering soul of the cloud plays, and the music roars."

"Behind fate, keep waving."

"Take death as revenge, without reservation."

From low to high, from accumulation to explosion.

Often only in an instant.

The sky in October will occasionally darken suddenly at a certain time.

Either windy or rainy.

For example now.

When Lu Ze sang those few lines of lyrics on the stage with extremely elegant format, parallelism, and diction.

The sky also changed from sunny to overcast.

Moisture, in an instant, swept in like a typhoon passing through.

Lu Ze looked up at the sky.

The guitar in his hand didn't stop, and the notes were still flowing.

However, the next second.

After a quick vibrato, he suddenly made a small cut.

Drums, keyboards, and all musical instruments stopped in perfect cooperation at this moment.

It seems to be a pre-set signal.

During this brief pause of a few seconds, a heavy rain suddenly poured down after a cloud.

Right now, just right.

Lu Ze, who looked around the audience, slowly raised his right hand towards the sky, and then swung it down suddenly.

His mouth moved closer to the microphone.

All restlessness was collected by him in this 1 minute and left behind.

It is full of stories, the tail is elongated, and the voice is rough and slightly sexy.

Facing the gloomy weather, facing the teenagers who suddenly raised their arms in the rain and frowned.

Lu Ze raised his head and closed his eyes with a solemn expression, and the sound of exhaling was transmitted to all directions through the microphone.

Emotions, at this moment, directly climbed to that unreachable peak.

"What is black is not the night, but the long loneliness."

"Look at the darkness under your feet, and look at the bright stars above your head."

"Sighing that everything in the world can be expected, but true love is the shortest."

"What is lost will never come back, and what is preserved in the world will be returned now."

"The enthusiasm of waving the flag and shouting, with the time drifting away."

"The sad, happy and bad dramas in the world are constantly broadcast day and night."

"Amorous men and women flying around, love and hate love and parting."

"A generation will eventually get old, but there will always be someone who is young."

Song is life.

Words are life.

This directly touching lyrics was set off by Lu Ze's quietness.

In the eyes of these inexperienced high school students from confusion to fiery eyes.

It completely bloomed its brilliance.

They may only feel bored, or they may only feel the emotion of abandoning everything conveyed by Lu Ze's voice.

But, one day, when they grow up.

At a certain moment, you will suddenly understand what is meant by "tragedies, joys and rotten dramas in the world, which are broadcast continuously day and night."

I will suddenly sigh, why "a generation will eventually grow old, but there will always be someone who is young."

A lot of things, in this afternoon when the heavy rain came suddenly.

Like a handful of seeds that haven't germinated, Lu Ze just tossed it up.

Scattered into the hearts of the students in the playground.

The rain is getting heavier.

Lu Ze's fingers stirred up clusters of water splashes on the strings.

Change tune, change song.

Students who have not recovered from their emotions just now.

Looking at Lu Ze who was standing upright on the stage, he suddenly shook his tall and straight body gently.

And in the next second, a soothing rhythm flowed from his fingertips.

The hoarse and tearing voice just now is no longer there.

What the students heard was a warm and playful voice.

"Oh, honey... all I can think about is you."

"Irresistible palpitations, difficulty breathing."

The connection is extremely tight, and people don't feel that there is the slightest abrupt transition.

The sudden release of emotions makes people feel extremely satisfied.

At this moment, the person standing on the stage is no longer the depressed young man with sharp edges and thorns singing "Only true love is shortest".

Instead, he became a big brother next door who made everyone feel that the sense of distance disappeared instantly.

With his voice warm enough for the whole winter, he told a fairy tale with a happy ending face to face.

The singing is still going on.

In the heavy rain, Lu Ze's eyes were slightly closed.

Lips parted.

"Tonight, do you still want to miss this night?"

"Do you still want to extinguish all expectations?"

"OH, Tonight...".

The feeling of confiding should be most in line with Lu Ze's current temperament.

Under the stands, a girl named Qin Wan had a strange look in her eyes.

The corners of the mouth kept arousing with the lyrics that Lu Ze sang softly one after another.

For the first time, in this seemingly inconsistent scene, she suddenly had the courage to show the little dream in her heart to others.

Who pays?

Not a musical girl...

In the stands, the rain curtain tightly shrouded Lu Ze.

In this not high at all, it looks narrow and a bit dilapidated.

Lu Ze closed his eyes and tilted his head to the right, raised a hand to remove the microphone from the microphone stand, and made a pulling gesture from high to low.

Then he sang the most soulful part of the song.

Use a nice turn of voice, use an ethereal voice that throws away everything.

Render that pure emotion to the extreme.

This tortured many students before, hammered three gangsters, used the mobile phone twice, and smoked a girl.

Violent, cold, treacherous...

Sincere, unique, warm......

Young male teacher.

At this moment, the voices of all the boys and girls who are having sweet and distressed, romantic and green dreams of adolescence.

He sang vividly for the whole world to listen to.

And this paragraph, the words that have written through the hazy mind, is sung like this.

He said.

"Ten thousand times of sorrow, there will still be a dream."

"I've been waiting for you at the last place."

"It seems that there is only one way, and there is only one direction."

"It can't be changed..."

"Every tear is ten thousand rays of light."

"The darkest places become bright."

"My rushing warm current, looking for your ocean."

"I'm doomed..."

"Tacky!"

In the corridor, Ji Fanmeng, whose hair was slightly wet from the rain, muttered something.

She raised her hand and threw the last cigarette butt into the rain curtain.

A moment later, the girl raised the back of her hand.

In the deserted corridor, he quietly wiped his eye sockets.

Tears.

Is in youth.

The loneliest thing.

Chapter 20 What are you waiting for?dry me up

"Losing...".

Among the crowd, Wu Naiwen, who has been shocked since Lu Ze opened his voice, is now.

His face flickered between bright and dark, and instantly collapsed.

Music has no borders.

But music, there are differences.

Singing skills, techniques, field control, emotions.

All in all, he can't compare with Lu Ze.

The other party's attainment in music is much higher than his own.