Senior sister, please stop crying. I am really not a scumbag.

Chapter 33 Something is really wrong
Jiang Li was holding Yang Hao's hand and wanted to break free, but the playground was crowded with men and women going crazy and she was pushed in the middle. In the end, not only did she not let go of Yang Hao's hand, but it was held tighter, which made her pretty face blush.

Wang Qiang, the instigator, had long since disappeared and no one knew where he was hiding.

This inexplicable dispute was like Wang Qiang casually throwing a cigarette butt, which caused a forest fire and spread to several surrounding mountains.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, the battalion commander picked up the microphone, coughed twice, and roared. Then the whole audience quieted down and looked at each other.

The battalion commander also understood the whole story. He felt a headache as these students were jealous of each other over a senior and had no idea how the quarrel started.

Meng Xiaoyu, on the other hand, stood innocently with a group of music club members, and many girls surrounded him like stars surrounding the moon, defending him. Meng Xiaoyu enjoyed this feeling very much. He didn't expect things to turn out like this, but the more it turned out like this, the happier he was, because his reputation was getting better and bigger. He didn't expect it to have an unexpected effect. After tonight, his QQ and WeChat accounts would be flooded with comments, and he could "select concubines" to his heart's content.

The situation now is that the boys think that the song "Tulips" written by Meng Xiaoyu is a bad song, while the girls mean that all of you boys are trash, not as good as Meng Xiaoyu. If you think it's rubbish, why don't you write a song and try? In short, both sides have their own opinions. Of course, the vast majority of people are just joining in the fun, and the real quarrel is only a small group of people.

They all have their reasons.

For example, if a boy says, "I think the food is not tasty, why should I learn the cooking skills of a five-star chef?" Meng Xiaoyu's songs are sung for everyone to listen to. What's wrong with them thinking they are rubbish? The girls will not let go. In short, they want the boy to admit that he is not as good as Meng Xiaoyu. If he has the guts, he can write a song comparable to "Tulips". If he doesn't have the guts, he is a wimp.

Then someone said, let Li Xing go up, and everyone started shouting "Li Xing" name. Those in the boys' team who didn't know Li Xing also followed suit. As for the girls' team, there were already quite a few little fans of Li Xing, and they followed suit. All of a sudden, Li Xing was pushed to the forefront.

"Where's Li Xing?"

"Brother Xing! Brother Xing!"

"..."

Regardless of whether they were men or women, they were all looking for Li Xing.

The battalion commander was also troubled and wanted to put an end to this farce and not let the situation escalate further, so he brought up the topic and asked, "Who is Li Xing? Where is Li Xing?"

At this time, Li Xing and Luo Ting, who were covered in dust, hid under the basketball hoop. Yang Hao saw them and hurried over. "I'm calling you? Why are you hiding here?"

Li Xing said with a bitter face, "How the hell do I dare to go up to this? If I go up, wouldn't I be a clown? I can't even sing, let alone write a song. Haozi, if it really doesn't work, you can take my place and say that I'm not feeling well. Just admit that Meng Xiaoyu is awesome."

Li Xing was like a deflated ball, so funny that Jiang Li couldn't help laughing.

Yang Hao was speechless and said, "You are a famous person, many people know you, and they are not fools, can't they tell you apart from me?"

Li Xing said righteously, "That's exactly why I can't go. Damn, it's so lively now, so many people are taking pictures with their phones, if someone posts it on Kuaishou or uploads it to Tieba, wouldn't I be even more embarrassed? Also, if your sister-in-law finds out, wouldn't my reputation as the most affectionate person in Beijing be ruined?"

Well, this bastard really doesn’t intend to go up.

Finally, Li Xing pleaded, "Haozi, just consider it as a plea from me."

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Yang Hao had no choice but to refuse.

Li Xing also knew that Yang Hao was in trouble and was begging desperately. As a result, a girl not far away suddenly saw Li Xing and shouted, "Li Xing is there, Li Xing is there!"

"Swish"

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were focused.

Li Xing's face turned green and he cursed, "Oh, you bitch!" He started running and disappeared in a flash, leaving Luo Ting with a confused look on her face.

At this time, many people's eyes fell on Yang Hao. When the battalion commander saw the real person appeared, he hurried over and handed the microphone to Yang Hao, "Li Xing, I finally found you. Now everyone wants you to go up, so don't be shy and go up and sing a song."

Yang Hao: “…”

Jiang Li is a socially anxious person, and he felt embarrassed when he was the center of so much attention. Luo Ting gave Yang Hao a look that meant "please", and then she took Jiang Li's arm and walked away first.

Yang Hao now has a knife at his neck.

"Hey, this isn't Li Xing." Someone with sharp eyes recognized that Yang Hao was not Li Xing.

The battalion commander was stunned, "You are not Li Xing?"

Yang Hao picked up the topic, cleared his throat, and said, "I'm Li Xing's friend. Li Xing just said he had to go to the bathroom, so he left first and asked me to go up and play a song for him."

He finally realized that he had to go up and show off today.

The battalion commander was skeptical. Li Xing was the hope of the boys. "Can you do it?"

"good."

"Okay, since Li Xing asked you to take over, then go ahead. Don't be so shy and act like a grown-up girl." The battalion commander had a fierce look on his face, fearing that Yang Hao would run away like Li Xing, so he put his arm around Yang Hao's shoulder and walked him all the way to the stage.

Now the battalion commander just wants to defuse the crisis as soon as possible and end the farce.

As long as someone dares to come up, no matter how well they play or whether they can beat Meng Xiaoyu, it has nothing to do with him.

offstage.

Under a basketball hoop, Wang Qiang looked surprised, "Damn it, how did Yang Hao get up there?"

On the other side, Luo Ting and Jiang Li were also watching this scene under the sycamore tree outside the playground.

Jiang Li was worried: "Can he make it?"

Luo Ting smiled and said, "If he wasn't capable, he would have run away like that coward Li Xing. Look at him, he's so calm, he must be confident. Hey, sister Jiang, don't worry about your brother Yang."

Jiang Li's face turned red after being teased by Luo Ting's words, and he couldn't help but pinch Luo Ting's waist.

Yang Hao was not afraid of the stage. After he went on stage, he first explained that he was Li Xing's buddy. Li Xing had just gone to the toilet because he was in a hurry, so he asked Yang Hao to take his place. The boys in the audience were shocked and doubted whether Yang Hao could do it. This battle was related to the face of all the boys. Many girls were curious, looked down on, and questioned when they saw a strange boy on stage...

A staunch supporter of Meng Xiaoyu said, "Classmate, Meng Xiaoyu is singing her own original songs. Can you write songs? Then you can sing. Also, can you play the guitar?"

Facing this person's sharp question, Yang Hao said indifferently: "A little bit."

Hearing this, the boys became even more disappointed.

Liao Junlin was also mixed in the crowd. He was originally hesitating whether to go up and play a song to defuse the disturbance and also to overshadow Li Xing. But he was an instructor after all, and it was a student party now. He had no reason to go up there. As a result, he saw Yang Hao going up there, and he was surprised.

Not far away, Li Xing hid outside the fence of the playground and gave a thumbs up to Yang Hao on the stage. He was very moved: "Damn, Haozi, I didn't make friends with you in vain. You really come to help me when I need help."

(End of this chapter)