Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 17: Girl's Heart, Crouching Dragon and Phoenix

In the living room of Room 6, the atmosphere eased slightly with the jokes of Li Xueqin and others.

But there was always an inexplicable awkward atmosphere hanging over this space, and even with the efforts of Li Xueqin, Guo Qilin and others, it was difficult to completely dissipate it.

As sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Room 6, Song Dandan tapped the thermos cup with her pen.

"Captain."

The old lady suddenly spoke, and her shrewd eyes behind her glasses swept over the people in the room.

"Since the performance art wasn't successful, why not hold a party tonight?"

Chen Chen Chen was squatting on the ground picking up the projector remote control. He looked up suddenly when he heard this.

"Great idea! Collective creation is the real performance art!"

His mood calmed down quickly, and he forgot all the unpleasantness in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Qing smiled, thinking that the way an artist thinks is indeed different from that of ordinary people.

"Everyone has to perform a show."

Song Dandan deliberately emphasized the last syllable and glanced at Jiang Qing who was leaning against the door.

He was teasing the budgie on the windowsill with a grass stem. Hearing this, he paused his wrist slightly, and the tip of the green grass gently brushed across the bird's panicked tail feathers.

Zhang Han tugged at his collar, his hands resting on the table, looking like a leader.

"Let's do a chorus in Room 8."

He looked at Jiang Qing who was teasing the parrot and grinned.

"Five people are just right, so we call it the three plus two combination."

In a flash, he even thought of the name of the group.

"Sure, I'll listen to Brother Han."

Lai Guanlin found a basketball from somewhere and dribbled it in his hands. While talking, he accidentally let the ball slip out of his hands.

The orange-red sphere bounced on the floor and rolled to Jiang Qing's feet, where he gently touched it with the tip of his shoe.

Zhou Ye and Meng Ziyi were enthusiastically discussing which song to choose. When they caught a glimpse of Jiang Qing's actions, their eyes paused slightly.

The slanting sunlight just happened to frame Jiang Qing's profile, lengthening the shadow cast by his eyelashes on the bridge of his nose.

The girl unconsciously tucked the loose hair on her forehead behind her ears, revealing her crystal clear earlobes.

Jiang Qing seemed to sense something, raised his eyelids and glanced at her, paused for a moment on that pretty little face, and then looked away.

What he didn't notice was that the moment he looked away, the girl's pink cheeks were quickly dyed with a pink blush.

"Which song should we choose?"

Jiang Qing looked at Zhang Han who had been waiting for his response, and Song Dandan who glanced at him from time to time, and spoke leisurely.

"Only have feelings for you?"

"How about this one?"

Seeing Jiang Qing finally relent, Zhang Han's expression lit up with joy. He scrolled through the playlist on his phone, and the prelude drum beat startled the parrot on the windowsill.

Song Dandan raised the corner of her mouth slightly, turned around and discussed the program in Room 6 with Guo Qilin and others.

Jiang Qing inserted the grass stem into the mineral water bottle, and the green color swayed gently on the water surface.

"Is this a duet between a man and a woman?"

He knew this song. When he was in college, Yang Wei used this song many times to coax his female classmates.

"Isn't this good?"

Meng Ziyi suddenly put her arms around Zhou Ye's shoulders from behind, and her diamond-studded nails pinched her, making her subconsciously tense up.

"It just so happens that Ono and I are in charge of the girls' part."

She rested her chin on Zhou Ye's shoulder, smiling brightly, with an expression on her face that showed eagerness to try.

Therefore, the performance song of Room 8 was decided to be "Only Feelings for You".

When everyone moved back to Room 8, Zhou Ye deliberately lagged behind by two steps.

The drawstring of Jiang Qing's sweatshirt swayed in the draft, and the silver ornaments on the knot reflected like stars falling into her eyes.

Looking at his straight back, Zhou Ye was a little absent-minded.

After thinking about it again and again, it should be correct.

Jiang Qing spoke up today, contrary to her usual behavior, because Chen Chenchen yelled at her.

But isn't he most afraid of trouble?
Why would you stand up for yourself...

The girl silently planted a seed in her heart, waiting for a gust of spring breeze.

"You have no talent for romance. Your reaction is so slow."

"Not careful enough~ Flower~ Hahaha——"

As dusk drifted over the windowsill, the first trial singing sound floated out from Room 8.

Zhou Ye's knuckles turned white as he gripped the lyrics book, and the moment he opened his mouth, even the chandelier shook three times.

The smile on Jiang Qing's face froze instantly, as if petrified.

How did they achieve this lark-like voice and this tone that doesn't match a single word?
You must be kidding! Besides, is it okay to make yourself laugh while singing?

"Ono! Stop!"

Meng Ziyi covered his ears and jumped two steps away, laughing so hard that he bent over.

"Xiao Ye, you...haha..."

She laughed so hard that she was out of breath, and Zhang Han and Lai Guanlin beside her did the same, laughing so hard that they fell down in their seats.

Zhou Ye was both shy and self-consciously funny, standing there, laughing non-stop with the printed lyrics in his hand.

She glanced at Jiang Qing and felt that she was really embarrassed this time.

It's so socially dead!
Ahhhhh!
Zhou Ye screamed in his heart.

"Let Sister Meng do this first. Let her try."

After trying hard to control his laughter, Zhang Han suggested.

Meng Ziyi picked up the printed lyrics and raised his hand to signal Zhang Han.

"Please help me back up a little, back up a little, I want to sing this part again."

Zhang Han cooperated by pulling the music progress bar back and restarting it.

Looking at Meng Ziyi's confident attitude, Jiang Qing couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation.

"Romantic~no talent~reaction~slow~"

"Not affectionate enough~ I like~ your stupidity——"

She spun around on the spot, her singing voice so sweet that honey seemed to be dripping out.

The smile on Jiang Qing's face froze again, and he looked at her dully.

Zhang Han and Lai Guanlin burst into laughter instantly, and Zhou Ye was also laughing so hard that he was shaking.

No, girl, what are you laughing at? How are you better than her?
Sure enough, where there are crouching dragons, there must be phoenix chicks!

Jiang Qing felt that he had really broadened his horizons today. It seemed that singing voice and appearance were not necessarily linked.

Don't judge people by their appearance!
"Is it hard to hear?"

Meng Ziyi paused and asked sincerely.

Several people quickly controlled their smiles and suppressed the corners of their mouths.

"No, no, to be honest, Ziyi sings quite well."

"not bad!"

Seeing that Zhang Han and Lai Guanlin were still trying to hold back their laughter, Jiang Qing had no choice but to encourage them.

"what about me?"

Before Meng Ziyi could answer, Zhou Ye next to him suddenly came forward and asked.

She grinned, feeling that she had found confidence from Meng Ziyi, and raised her eyebrows slightly at Jiang Qing.

"No, what are you competing with her for?"

Jiang Qing was so angry that he laughed. What is there to compare between the two of you?

Zhang Han leaned on the chair handle to hold his forehead, the wrinkles of his trousers piled up at his knees.

Lai Guanlin held his stomach, his face flushed red.

Zhou Ye was too embarrassed to look at Jiang Qing anymore. With his ears red, he tried to grab Meng Ziyi's microphone. The two girls immediately started making a scene, and the A4 papers with the lyrics printed on them fell to the ground.

"Jiang Qing, why don't you try?"

Zhang Han looked at Jiang Qing with anticipation.

"Your posture of watching the show is so leisurely."

Jiang Qing smiled and loosened his collar casually.

When the clear voice spread over the mess on the ground, Zhou Ye, who was picking up the sheet music, suddenly looked up.

"Unexplainable eyes ~ Heart image ~ Needle in the sea ~"

Zhang Han forgot to lift his hand from the piano keys, and produced a dull chord.

Meng Ziyi stared at him strangely, as if he had discovered a new world.

Her diamond earrings hung in the air, reflecting the outline of Jiang Qing's profile.

Lai Guanlin widened his eyes and opened his mouth slightly.

During the chorus, Jiang Qing suddenly turned to Zhou Ye, with a gleam in his eyes, signaling her to sing along.

In a panic, the girl grabbed a mineral water bottle as a microphone, and her broken voice instantly caused laughter in the room.

When the moonlight climbed onto the windowsill, the ghost howling in Room 8 finally alarmed the production team.

The director's hands were shaking slightly as he secretly recorded through the crack of the door. Jiang Qing was teaching Zhou Ye how to pronounce words.

In the picture, the girl's red earlobes shine like two deep-sea corals in the camera.

(End of this chapter)