Agent Reborn: God-level Scholar

Chapter 116 Form a cp with the enemy

There was self-study on Sunday night. When I walked into the campus gate on a midsummer night, I saw bright red banners everywhere.

[Celebrating the admission of Qing Rui from Class C of Grade 20 to Baishi Conservatory of Music, and wishing that she will sing loudly and sing on the international stage in the future!]

The red lips on Midsummer Night raised a sarcastic arc.

Her eyes flickered to the next banner, and her steps followed suit.

Sheng Fanxing.

Why is she also on the recommended list?

"Midsummer Night."

The sound of footsteps approaching from far away stopped behind Sheng Xia Ye, and Sheng Fanxing's voice was a little hoarse than before.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.

Sheng Fanxing walked to the banner with her name and stood there, staring at Midsummer Night, and let out a chuckle, "Your current glory is only temporary, I will trample you under my feet soon."

The recent treatment has been quite effective, and Sheng Fanxing's mood is getting better day by day, and the original moderate depression has turned into mild depression.

Sheng Xiaye looked at the bright smile on her face, the smile on her lips lowered slightly, and said coldly: "Don't block the way."

She bumped Sheng Fanxing's shoulder and walked straight to Lu Xun Tower.

"I have already recommended you to Baishi Conservatory of Music, and dad's business is getting bigger and bigger. You are really a bad guy, but you still know how to do dirty things behind the scenes!"

These words sounded particularly harsh.

Sheng Xia Ye just raised his eyebrows in a funny way, "It seems that you are jumping over the wall in a hurry. Then you have lived your good life. Don't show your face in front of me, so that I won't be upset one day. If you go to the top 100 universities to study, I will sweep you out.

School."

"you!"

As Sheng Fanxing watched Sheng Xia Ye walk away, her cell phone rang. When she saw the message on the screen, her expression changed drastically in an instant.

[Tonight at the hotel, Haojue’s old room will be waiting for me.]

Sheng Fanxing held the phone, her fingertips turned white, and her eyes were full of hatred.

If it weren't for the midsummer night, she wouldn't have been caught by the mysterious man, and she wouldn't have humiliated herself to turn off the lights and wait for him to come to the hotel every time after his order.

Although the Sheng family is what it is today, it was only given by a mysterious person.

But the pain he inflicted on her was enough to make her resentful for a lifetime!

Not long after I arrived in the classroom on Midsummer Eve, I heard that all the students in the class were discussing the same thing.

"There is a music program on satellite TV. The third season will be aired soon. It seems that they will come to our school today to select people to participate in the program!"

"I can! Be a star on the show!"

"I don't have the talent for music, so I'd better forget it and go ahead."

I was lazily watching the King of Glory live broadcast on a midsummer night, not listening to what was going on outside the window.

Jiang Ye entered the classroom with her schoolbag on her back. She didn't look sideways and sat on her chair. After he passed the aisle, she leaned against the wall and continued watching the video.

Jiang Ye turned his head slightly and looked at the content on her screen. His usually lazy and affectionate eyes narrowed slightly, and then his eyes fell on her unconsciously pouting mouth while watching the video.

Midsummer night.

summer……

"Students, be quiet!" Director Fang walked into the classroom and motioned for everyone to sit back in their seats. The other classes were announced by the head teacher. Because Class X is in a free-range state without a teacher, the burden can only fall on Director Fang.

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"Have you heard of Satellite TV's "Fly Your Dreams" music program? Today they gave the school a list. The school means that each class will arrange two students to perform in the auditorium the night after. At that time, the program team's professional

The judges conduct auditions and selections, and when you go out, you win glory for Shenggao!"

The classmates were talking a lot.

"Director Fang, we need two people! I'm afraid no one in our class wants to participate!"

Someone booed, followed by laughter.

Director Fang shouted coldly: "Be sure to submit the list before the end of the next class, otherwise the whole class will be punished!"

Before he left, he asked the monitor to come outside and say a few words.

When he came back, he was very worried.

"Squad leader, Old Man Fang won't force you to submit!"

“If it doesn’t work out, just draw lots!

As soon as these words came out, the squad leader had an idea. He fiddled with the tablet computer for a while and said: "I opened a small program to sort the seats of the students in our class according to numbers. There are 54 numbers in total, and I will press them all."

Pause, the two selected students will humbly represent our class in the singing competition."

On a midsummer night, I didn’t even raise my eyelids.

Until the squad leader's voice came from the stage: "Classmate No. 48... It's you on a midsummer night!"

There was a hint of impatience in Sheng Xia Ye's eyes.

"I'm not interested." She raised her eyes and looked at the stage coldly.

"Who cares whether you are interested or not? You are the one until I count, don't lie!"

"That's right, hurry up, monitor, there's a second one!" The students began to urge, and the monitor pressed the continue button, counted silently for three seconds, and pressed the pause button again.

The number of random pauses is——

53.

The other students in the class all looked at her. Cheng Xiaocheng stopped eating chocolate, frowned, and said bluntly: "You can sing if you want, but I won't sing with her, so I'll change the person."

In your rebuttal, there is a hint of command and threat.

Midsummer night, I sneered and said nothing.

The students in the class were all cheering, "Now we're going to see something good!"

Everyone knows that because of Jiang Ye, these two people have never dealt with each other, and now they are going to form a cp in a singing competition...

The thought of it is exciting!

Sheng Xia Ye turned his head slightly and looked at Cheng Xiaocheng, "How about I forgive you and let's go to rehearsal now?"

"Are you worthy?" Cheng Xiaocheng's temper exploded as if he had been fed gunpowder.

"Ok."

Sheng Xiaye picked up her schoolbag and stood up, walking out and saying, "It seems that my compromise is useless. You have also seen it, monitor. It's her who doesn't cooperate. Then we'll rehearse again when she is willing."

"Hey, Midsummer Night!" The monitor couldn't stop her at all.

Seeing that there will be a performance the day after tomorrow, we don't have much time.

I came to the hospital after leaving school on a midsummer night.

She just received a WeChat message from Zhong Wenman, saying that she has almost recovered and will go through the discharge procedures today.

"How is your throat?" Shengxiaye took the luggage from Zhong Wenman's hand, put it in the trunk of the taxi, and got in the car with her.

Zhong Wenman nodded, "I saw the updated post on the school forum just now. It seems that you are going to participate in a singing competition?"

Sheng Xia Ye said in a cold tone, "I choose to refuse to team up with Cheng Xiaocheng."

"But I heard that as long as you can be on the show, regardless of whether you are eliminated in the end, you can get an additional scholarship of 30,000 yuan."

"real?"

On a midsummer night, I squinted my almond-shaped eyes, suddenly feeling a little playful.

In this way, she suddenly became very interested in this competition.

The next day, Shengxia Ye invited Cheng Xiaocheng to rehearse, but she still pretended to be dead, and Shengxia Ye simply played with her. However, in the early morning of the third day, she suddenly seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit and dragged her to the rehearsal room as soon as she arrived in the classroom.

"I had a bad attitude before, but after thinking about it, the opportunity to be on the show is rare. I better not delay my future because of my personal grudge with you!"

In the rehearsal room, Cheng Xiaocheng looked at Midsummer Ye and said these words with a particularly sincere attitude, but when he lowered his eyes, there was a cunning calculation on his face.

Midsummer Night ignored her, "Practice."

(End of chapter)