Grey Foam: The Melancholy of the Cold Princess

"Hey! Leng Yixuan, you underestimate people!" Xu Qingling shouted angrily from behind.

"Qingling, stop shouting, I lost." Mu Yeying, who had always been as proud as a god, admitted her failure for the first time. Compared with him, it was like hitting a stone with an egg.

"Brother Ying, he is just a little better at basketball. Compared with him, we will definitely beat him!" Xu Qingling persuaded him, and at the same time told everyone that they will not lose.

"I won." Leng Yixuan walked back to the classroom, Jingxin was the only one in the empty classroom.His tone was very flat, without any joy of victory. (Mo Xing: That’s how masters are. Don’t be discouraged when you lose, and don’t be proud when you win. Everyone, study hard~)

"Oh." Jingxin glanced at him expressionlessly, but her eyes said: so slow.Shouldn't you have defeated him early on?

"I've been entangled with them for a while." Leng Yixuan said an explanation, but it was the same as not saying it. He knew that Jingxin would not accept any reason.

"Leng Yixuan, we still have to challenge you!" Xu Qingling rushed in full of anger.

"Is the defeated general coming to make demands?" Leng Yixuan raised a hint of sarcasm, squinted his eyes and glanced at her, expressing his disdain for her.

"Hmph, that's because you happened to choose something you are good at, and this time we will decide the topic." Xu Qingling looked at him provocatively, as if saying that you would be a coward if you didn't answer!

"Do you think I'm afraid of you? Tell me, what's the comparison?" Leng Yixuan smiled softly, as pale as moonlight, and as enchanting as a bloody night rose.

"It's like dancing." Xu Qingling raised her head so as to be at eye level with him. (Mo Xing: In fact, no matter how you compare, you are shorter than him.)

"Okay, which one of you will come?" Leng Yixuan leaned against the wall indifferently, with a lazy look on his face.

"Brother Ying, you have won an international gold medal. How about you compare with him? Let him see how good we are." Xu Qingling's eyes were full of pleading, she was a little afraid that Mu Yeying's mistake just now would affect the current situation. Feeling. (Mo Xing: That’s not a mistake, it’s a failure.)

"Okay." Although Mu Yeying said to her, her eyes were fixed on Leng Yixuan.

All the teachers and students in the school are excited again, ok, you can watch a good show for free!There is no need for today's class! (Mo Xing: Really, other people are so happy in the game, too little excitement? It doesn't matter, there will be a lot of excitement in the future.)

Two people stood on the stage. It is said that it was arranged in this way to prevent plagiarism.In fact, Xu Qingling did it on purpose. She wanted all the teachers and students in the school to watch Mu Yeying's performance and vote for him.

"What music do you want?" the grading teacher asked them.

"Choose by lottery, teacher." Leng Yixuan made this suggestion. At the same time, he noticed Jing Xin who appeared in the corner, and he was a little surprised and happy. She never watched her performance or the fruits of her hard work.This time, let her know how hard she is. (Mo Xing: Well, it’s because very few things catch Jingxin’s eyes, and she doesn’t even care about Bingxuan’s perfect performance. In short, she is a cold-blooded person. But in fact, she still observes secretly.)

"Okay." The scoring teacher handed them a small box full of music songs.

"Who's coming?" Leng Yixuan asked him, the pride and coldness in his eyes shot straight into his eyes.