Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

The bass is slightly heavier than the guitar, and the teacher was holding it just now, but she carried it lightly and deftly with one hand.

Everyone around looked at her blankly.

Meng Yutang raised his hand and took the hat out of his pocket, held the bass in one hand and looked at Meng Ling with the hat in the other, tilted his head at him, and said in a cool and calm voice, Let's go.

Meng Ling stared at her blankly.

Oh shit! Want to be so cool!

Meng Yutang raised her hand and put the hat on her head. The hat covered half of her face. She waved to the two young hosts on the stage.

Then let us...

At the same time, Meng Yutang took Meng Ling's cell phone and took a rough look at the lyrics on it.

A fairly familiar song.

...Please enjoy!

The little host immediately went down the steps, and someone went up to set up the radio microphone.

Meng Ling's nervous palms were sweating.

Meng Yutang's voice rang in his ears: My sister will take care of you if you have something to do.

Meng Ling turned to look at her side face and smiled.

it is good.

The teacher also came back to his senses, and didn't ask Meng Yutang if he would be able to, anyway, as long as there is!

Go and go!

Only then did Meng Ling step up the steps.

When he walked up alone, everyone in Class 8 was stunned.

No! Where's Li Xin! Isn't he in charge of the bass! Who, why is Meng Ling the only one here?

Li Xin! Damn! I just saw him go to the toilet! This guy won't steal ice cream again and have diarrhea!

Fuck! So what to do! This show is too dry without Bass!

What can I do! Everyone is going up! Sing first! Does anyone else know how to play bass! Go save the scene!

How can there be a meeting! Li Xin is the only seedling! There may not be another meeting in the whole third year of high school!

Grass! This goddamn! Come on at a critical moment! Wait until you come back and beat him to death!

Wait, wait, that one, come up! Is that Li Xin's bass!

Giao! Giao! Giao!

Yes yes yes! Who is this!

Looking at the obviously thin figure, wearing a school uniform, with a hat covering his face, he couldn't see clearly.

Did you see it! Who is it! Li Xin has changed sex?

No, no! Look at the hat! This hat is so familiar! It seems that I often see someone wearing it recently! Who is it!

Ahh! Meng Yutang! Meng Yutang! Grass? Does she know it! Doesn't she know nothing! What is this? Are you stunned!

The strings of that bass are so thick! It takes more effort than a guitar, can she pluck it! What's going on!

Shhhhh, don't talk anymore, it's better to stand there than nothing, you've already gone up and that's it!

That's what I said, but the entire eighth class was very nervous, and there was nothing to love in life.

They have heard of Li Xinlian, the bass in the whole song is very important, if they don't have it, they will do it! But if you can't play it well, you might as well not play it.

Now they hope that there will be no rescue by Meng Yutang.

It's better to be dry than to ruin the whole show.

Especially in the beginning there was a short bass solo and then Meng Ling started to sing.

They had already closed their eyes and prepared to accept the appalling harsh sound, and some even covered their ears in advance.

Meng Yutang stood on the left side of the middle of the stage, and let Meng Ling stand in the center. She tried not to pay too much attention.

On the back of the strap, the bass was in the abdominal position. He gently stroked the strings of the bass with his hand, and exhaled lightly.