Reborn As the Ex-wife of the Paranoid Male Lead

The host invited Annie off the stage, and came up in the morning instead of Jane.

Jian Shiwu came to the stage with light makeup on his face, and his facial features perfectly inherited Zhen Mei's beauty and delicacy. His figure was slender and straight. When the sunny and cheerful big boy came to the stage, he looked like a graceful and polite son. A big screen was prepared on the stage to ensure that the students who were far away could see Jian Shiwu's face clearly.

Because the sunlight was a bit dazzling, Jian Shiwu narrowed his eyes, showing a sweet smile and his little tiger teeth: "Hello everyone, I'm Jian Shiwu, and the song I want to sing is "My Future is Not a Dream" "

There was applause from the audience.

Jian Shiwu cleared his throat and waited for the music accompaniment to play. However, he waited quietly for a while and there was no movement in the sound over there. This is unreasonable, because it is a bit unreasonable quiet, and there are already people in the audience. Many students looked at each other curiously, making noise and discussions.

Jian Shiwu asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

The staff under the stage looked at the speaker anxiously: "Strange, why is there no response, what about the electricity?"

There is still a cameraman recording below, and some classmates are watching eagerly. If there is chaos on the stage, the opening ceremony will be chaotic. Although some students do not understand what happened, the audience has been paying attention to this Jane. At noon, when Shen Cheng found out that he was looking at the sound, he knew that there was a problem with the machine or something.

Shen Cheng immediately stood up and walked towards the backstage.

The monkey was startled and exclaimed in a low voice, "Where are you going on behalf of the class?"

Joann gave him a hand and smiled: "Don't worry, he knows."

During the centennial celebration of their school, someone maliciously hacked the backend, but luck was bad. At that time, the backend program happened to be written by Shen Cheng, and the other party was a little-known hacker. They were found out in half a minute, and their addresses were located. , Shen Cheng was honest after taking someone to repair it himself.

So this little problem with the machine, Shen Chengzai, is no accident.

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On the other side, it has been half a minute since the stage was over. Because the sound was still not repaired, the host under the stage had to inform Jian Shiwu and said, "If you can't do it, let's sing a cappella, can you, will it be difficult?"

In fact, the host also knows that many people rely on the accompaniment to bring their emotions, and it is also easy to memorize the lyrics. A cappella is very psychologically stressful. Besides, without the accompaniment, the stage effect may not be so good.

Annie, who was standing in the backstage, also noticed this. She leaned against the railing and looked at Jane Shiwu with a satisfied smile. After coming to China, she had a lot of doubts about herself and began to lose confidence. She didn't understand. Why can Jian Shiwu be happy all the time, obviously not as good as himself.

Seeing the frowning people on the stage, Annie's heart suddenly relaxed.

Look, everything is not going well for you. You have also tasted my pain and sadness, haven't you, you finally stopped laughing.

But just when everyone thought it was a foregone conclusion, Jian Shiwu on the stage discovered the New World. He said to the staff behind him, "Hello, which program is that piano from?"

The sound engineer said, "It's from the next program."

"Can I use it?"

"Can you play, of course."

Jian Shiwu smiled: "It's average, but a little."

Zhen Meili is a singer and actress. He has a lot of musical instruments in his family since he was a child. When he was a child, he was naughty and didn't like to learn musical instruments, but because Zhen Meili was always playing, the more he watched, the more he would learn.

Later, he felt that if he wanted to enter the entertainment industry in the future, he also needed to have a skill. Since junior high school, he began to deliberately learn musical instruments and cultivate his hobbies.

When the students in the audience thought that something had happened, a piano was carried onto the stage.

Jian Shiwu stood in front of the piano and bowed generously to the crowd in Wuyangyang. The boy in suit and leather stooped down and sat down gracefully. If the connection of the audio accompaniment is broken, but the amplifier is a separate device, it is not broken. When a piano sound fell, the audience suddenly fell silent.

The elegant and mellow piano sound came out from the slender fingertips. Jian Shiwu's voice was clean and pure. He sang in a low voice: "Are you like me bowing my head in the sun, sweating and working hard..."

Under the blue sky, the young man wearing a black high-definition suit has fair skin, leaving the audience with a beautiful and gentle profile.

"Are you busy pursuing pursuits like me all day, wandering in the cross streets again and again..."

Everyone was looking up at the boy on the stage. The sun was shining on him. There was no spotlight, but the light seemed to be only on him. They could only see him. The boy seemed to be where the light was. When he opened his mouth to sing, he was Haoyue.

Jian Shiwu's singing is contagious. When he sang to the climax, some students were already humming along below:

"I know my future is not a dream, I take every minute seriously..."

When Shen Cheng walked off the stage, the song was coming to an end. Many students in the backstage were watching the performance of the people on the stage, and some even more arrogantly took pictures and recorded the screen with their mobile phones, and saw Shen Cheng coming. He also gave up a place: "Brother, it's right for you to come to me. My shot is clear."

...

Shen Cheng gave him a cool look.

The boy also showed off to Shen Cheng: "Look at what I took, does this look good?"

The boy in the photo has handsome eyebrows and eyes, and his red lips are slightly parted when he bows his head and plays the piano and sings seriously.

"Hey, I want to use it as a mobile wallpaper." The boy said proudly: "I watch it every day, I like him so much, why, are you here to shoot the senior? It's a bit late, brother."

Shen Cheng squinted his eyes. He looked at Jian Shiwu's photo on other people's mobile phones, his eyes darkened, and he whispered, "You can't use portraits without your permission. Documentary photography is for exhibition and use."

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The little boy looked at Shen Cheng with a bewildered expression: "Who are you, does it have anything to do with you?"

There was thunderous applause from the audience. After the performance, Jian Shiwu stepped off the stage. He was a little out of breath. When he came down from the steps, he saw Shen Cheng and smiled subconsciously: "Shen Cheng!"

Shen Cheng looked up at him.

The bright boy trotted towards him, his eyes were definite joy, he looked at him with a frown and said, "Did you hear me sing?"

Shen Cheng nodded; "Yes."

"Hehe." Little Fatty was a little shy. The makeup artist over there asked him to drink water. He said to Shen Cheng, "Then wait here for a while, I'll come when I go."

Shen Cheng didn't let him go: "Wait."

Jian Shiwu stopped and looked at him curiously.

Shen Cheng took out a clean silk handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Jian Shiwu, saying in a low voice, "I'm sweating, wipe your face clean."

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Jian Shiwu took it naturally, wiped his forehead, and muttered softly: "The sun is too bright on the stage, I really shouldn't be wearing a black suit."

There was a smile in Shen Cheng's eyes. He didn't know when it started. As long as he stayed by Jian Shiwu's side, even listening to the child's boring words would make him feel happy. He wanted to stay by his side all the time. Beside me, even if I can only watch it quietly.

Jian Shiwu wiped his forehead and trot away: "Then I'll go first."

Shen Cheng: "Well."

When Xiao Pang left, the boy next to him was dumbfounded. He turned his head stiffly to look at Shen Cheng, stammering: "Yes, I'm sorry, I'll delete it right away."

Shen Cheng: "Wait."

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Shen Cheng was expressionless: "The data can be recovered, give me your sd card, and I will give you money to buy a new one."

The little boy refused without thinking: "I don't want it, what can you do to me..."

The boy standing in front of him glanced at him sideways, Shen Cheng's stern face didn't have any superfluous expressions, he didn't even threaten him, his tone was elegant and calm when he spoke, and even the corners of his mouth twitched when he spoke to himself. With a cool smile: "If I were you, I would accept it. After all, at least it's just a card change now."

...

Obviously Shen Cheng didn't threaten him much, but the little boy just felt that the mobile phone in his hand was dying, he quickly took out the card and handed it to Shen Cheng. He didn't even want the money. !"

Shen Cheng looked at the black memory card in his hand and stared silently for a while.

Jian Shiwu's voice came from behind, with a little doubt: "Class representative?"

Shen Cheng turned to look at him.

"What are you talking about?" Jian Shiwu held a bottle of water and asked curiously, "I seem to have seen him give you something just now, what is it?"

A small card is held in the palm of the hand, and the weight and presence are almost negligible.

But it is so heavy, like a mountain pressing down in my heart, it seems to be reminding silently, saying with a laugh:

Look, Shen Cheng, what a despicable person you are.

Shen Cheng looked at Jian Shiwu condescendingly, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's nothing, it's not something important."

But……

If not, how can you get what you want?

The author has something to say: Shen Cheng, the messenger of justice, inserted the card and set it as the wallpaper.

"Are you like me bowing your head in the sun, sweating silently and working hard? Are you like me busy pursuing pursuits all day long, wandering in the cross streets again and again, I know that my future is not a dream, I live every minute seriously "--"My future is not a dream"

Portraits and documentary photography are not allowed to be used for exhibition and use without my permission. ——Baidu self-portrait right definition

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