You're my wife, don't doubt it!

After the young women had all entered, seven or eight tall, thin, and handsome young men filed in from outside.

The young women and boys lined up, staring at the children, creating an awkward atmosphere. Even the singing stopped.

I don't know who pressed the pause button.

"Damn it," Afei exclaimed, "Old Shen, what's going on? I was just joking."

"I don't know either..." Shen Jie panicked.

"If you don't like any of these, you can get another batch," the waiter said solicitously.

Xiao Yao touched his nose in confusion. He noticed that the waiter from before was no longer there.

"No need, no need, we all have our own companions," said the eldest sister who had jokingly said she wanted "boys to accompany her."

Zhou Xiaoying, her chubby boyfriend, and many others chimed in.

"Please ring the bell if needed." The waiter bowed and led the other waiters away one by one.

The music started playing again, and the crowd continued to discuss it.

“I really don’t know what happened,” Shen Jie explained. “I’ll ask the manager later.”

The commotion didn't last long. Soon, one familiar song after another began to play: first "Jiangbei," then "Our Love" and "Lydia," followed by "Prague Square," "Later," "Courage," and many other popular songs that were often heard on the streets and in schools.

Xiao Yao did not request any songs.

While Shen Jie was busy entertaining her friends, he had no choice but to drink his expensive Gatorade alone, one glass after another.

"Drink less," Yu Luying texted. "I'm afraid I'll gain weight."

Before I could reply, Zhang Zhengkai's voice rang out beside me: "Pour me a glass too."

“Okay,” Xiao Yao’s gaze swept across a row of disposable plastic cups, “Which one is yours?”

"She's mine." Zhang Zhengkai put a hand on Xiao Yao's waist, his voice slightly slurred with drunkenness.

"What?"

Zhang Zhengkai pointed to one of the cups: "That's mine."

While pouring Zhang Zhengkai a drink, Xiao Yao casually asked, "What's that... game console you're playing?"

"GBA? Don't you have one?" Zhang Zhengkai glanced at Xiao Yao.

“Yes, of course,” Xiao Yao said. “What game is it?”

"The Royal Knights," Zhang Zhengkai introduced, "This is me, Lancelot." He pointed to a three-headed, white-haired, center-parted figure on the screen as he introduced himself.

“Lancelot is great,” Xiao Yao said.

The two boys huddled together again and started playing games together in a lively atmosphere.

"Why aren't you requesting a song?" Zhang Zhengkai asked him.

"You didn't order any either?" Xiao Yao replied while nervously assigning equipment and combat positions to the soldiers in the game. "I don't like current pop songs. I prefer some outdated old songs. I'm afraid people won't like listening to them."

“What a coincidence,” Zhang Zhengkai said, “Me too. What kind of cultural garbage are these popular songs these days? The lyrics are all just drivel.”

“That’s so true,” Xiao Yao exclaimed excitedly again, “You’re like a campus folk song, every lyric is like a poem, no, it’s a poem. Unlike now, look at this, what is this, ‘I miss you, I love you,’ it’s like a mouse loving rice…”

"I'll get you one." Zhang Zhengkai slapped his thigh, stood up, and walked to the jukebox.

He had just returned when "Mice Love Rice" was finished.

"Tch!" Afei roared.

Immediately afterwards, a stirring melody filled the private room.

The large television screen displayed images reminiscent of the 1970s.

"Lover and Comrade?" Ah Fei exclaimed, "Whose song is that?"

No one answered.

"Nobody's ordering, let's cut it." The fat man leaned over to press the cut song button.

“I ordered it,” Zhang Zhengkai roared.

He straightened up, took the microphone from the fat man, and cleared his throat.

Every time I close my eyes, I think of you—

You are like a beautiful slogan that lingers.

In this world of criticism and struggle

Everyone needs to learn to protect themselves

Let me believe in your fidelity

My love, my comrade!

Amidst a sea of ​​languid music, "Lover and Comrade" possessed a surprisingly powerful and penetrating force. Zhang Zhengkai's youthful voice, in particular, managed to stir up the drowsy atmosphere of the audience.

Some people were clapping with clapping devices, some were yelling, and two people were singing along.

"Pfft—" Shen Jie spat out a mouthful of Sprite onto the ground, breaking the "quiet" and bursting into laughter.

Xiao Yao stood up and took another microphone from someone else:

"Maybe I'm not a good example of love."

No matter how you try to tell them apart, you can't distinguish left from right and you're always looking forward.

It is the pull of an unknown force

May it make you or me lose ourselves or find ourselves?

Let me embrace your body

"My lover and comrade"

"So you can do it too, huh?" Zhang Zhengkai smiled and nodded at Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao nodded to him, and during the interlude, he walked up to Shen Jie, who was bursting into laughter, and extended his hand to her.

Shen Jie stopped laughing and didn't take Xiao Yao's outstretched hand. Instead, she had Zhou Xiaoying hand over the third microphone.

She stood up.

"Oh oh oh~~ Who's holding hands?"

Joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, all have an unchanging ending.

La~ Oh~~ Holding hands

"Unchanging face"

Shen Jie wasn't lying to him; she really was tone-deaf.

She didn't know this song either, so she could only follow Xiao Yao's "Oh~~~~", but even so, she still couldn't get a single word in tune.

Was your singing like this before you coexisted with Yu Luying?

Shen Jie's arrival brought the atmosphere to a climax.

The boys laughed and cheered, clapping along to the rhythm for the three of them.

"No one can understand why I don't regret it."

Even if it costs me my youthful blood, sweat, and tears

If fate no longer forgives us

So that my soul could enter your body

Let me apologize to you.

"My lover and comrade"

When they sang "For my soul entered your body," Afei shouted "Bravo!" and slapped the table, cheering loudly. Shen Jie slapped Xiao Yao hard and then dropped the microphone.

When the music ended, the entire audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and whistles.

"Young Master Zhang certainly has excellent taste," the fat man complimented. "Both of you sing very well."

Zhang Zhengkai made a gun gesture towards the fat man and then snapped his fingers.

--split line--

"I miss them... but I have to endure this hardship, this mundane life," Xiao Yao sang, glancing at Shen Jie as he went: "This unhappy life! I still want to come back..."

Shen Jie sat with her arms crossed and legs crossed. In the dim light, her face was smudged with blue and black spots by the fluorescent light of the television, making it impossible to discern her expression.

After finishing a duet of "Lover and Comrade" with Zhang Zhengkai, Xiao Yao felt that old songs weren't necessarily unpopular, so...

Still feeling unsatisfied, I played quite a few more songs for myself.

Little Wolf, Pu Shu, Bei Bei, Civil Engineering Years… one classic campus folk song after another was performed by Xiao Yao with great emotion and vividness, but…

What's going on with these people?

Xiao Yao turned his head slightly, glancing around out of the corner of his eye.

Zhou Xiaoying's chubby friend leaned his head against the back of the sofa, his mouth opening and closing, already asleep.

Such a noisy environment, you really know how to do it.