After understanding, Han Ziying found out: Duan Mufeng is the other player, Xiao Yuzhe is the violinist, Lan Junhao is the drummer, and Lan Yuxi is the bassist. Their team is called: Shengying Band. "Hey~ Then I

What song are you going to sing?”

"Whatever!" again.

Han Ziying was furious! "Damn! Can you stop saying it so neatly?"

"Can't!" together.

Oh my God! Han Ziying almost fainted...

"What song do you want to perform, Ying, you choose it yourself!" The kind and gentle Xiao Yuzhe is really good, unlike others, "Oh..." Han Ziying nodded. What song can she sing now?

Although she has a good voice, what can she do? When she was 12 years old, she stopped singing. No, she probably stopped singing that song...

Duanmufeng pushed Han Ziying who was in a daze, "Ying, are you okay?" This must be the first time Duanmufeng has been so gentle to her, right?

Han Ziying shook her head weakly, "No, it's okay..."

"Lulu, I really suspect that you have menopause! It's early stage!" Han Ziying said meaningfully to Lu Lu who was nagging in the practice room, making everyone laugh.

Lu Lu glared at everyone and ran after Han Ziying, "Damn Yingying, you dare to scold me! Look how I serve you!" She jumped on Han Ziying and tickled Han Ziying.

Han Ziying was lying on the ground, laughing and rolling, "Haha...haha!!! Haha...show...show, I won't dare to show it anymore!~~" Tears burst out from her eyes.

The other four people knew a secret, which was: Han Ziying was afraid of being tickled! ~ "Haha... everyone, please save... I, the tigress... want to kill someone... haha!! Haha... I'm dead!!" Han

Ziying asked everyone for help, but she was still scolding Lu Lu. Did she still want to be scratched? She was really not afraid of death.

Lan Junhao looked at Lu Lu who was tickling Han Ziying. He felt that he was not in love with Lu Lu now, but in love with Lu Lu and couldn't help himself!

"Okay, it's time to practice!" Alas! Someone finally came to save this Han Ziying... Xiao Yuzhe really didn't dare to look at Han Ziying's face anymore, and laughed until he was distorted!

Lu Lu stopped her magic hand and looked at Han Ziying with a sly smile, "Excuse me, do you still dare to talk about me?"

Han Ziying was like an aggrieved little daughter-in-law at this time, lowering her head and twisting, "I'm sorry..." She raised her head and looked into Lu Lu's eyes, "I still dare!~" Very determined! Alas... It's really a death squad.

…

Then, no one saved this desperate Han Ziying.

"Haha...haha...!!! Haha...Lulu, I...don't dare anymore!!!"

(Author: It’s too bloody down here, kids, it’s better not to look at it!)

...I am the dividing line...

After a few days, the band competition that everyone was looking forward to finally arrived. The nymphomaniacs and idiots all dressed up beautifully to catch the good "fish"!

Twelve aristocratic colleges and universities participated in the band competition, and all the contestants were rich, and all were handsome boys and beauties! This was a concentration camp of handsome boys and beauties that had only been seen in the world for a century~~~ The auditorium was crowded with people.

The students in the audience were shouting and screaming, and they were already enthusiastic before it even started.

"Ah!! Prince Duanmu!! Come on~~"

"Saint Sakura Band, ah~~!!"

"Princess Sakura, come on, we love you!!!" When did Han Ziying become a princess?

The screaming continues...

In the dressing room behind the stage, Han Ziying crossed her legs and put on makeup in a leisurely manner. It seemed that this matter had nothing to do with her. "Oh, by the way, which number are we?"

"The twelfth one is also the last one." Duan Mufeng was more leisurely. He was lying on the sofa and reading the newspaper! Lu Lu and the others looked at these two people who were not in a hurry and leisurely. They really wanted to be a couple!

"Xiao Yingying, go change clothes quickly." Lu Lu was holding a pink dress in her hand. It seemed very nice, but the details were not clear.

Lazy, "Oh..."

The sweet voice of the host sounded on the stage, "Well, next we invite the Saint Sakura Band from Saint Sakura High School to perform: Melancholy." The students under the stage screamed, and by the end of the competition, they were still so energetic~~

Ah! Finally, Han Ziying and the others have arrived.

The lights on the stage were turned off. Han Ziying and Duan Mufeng walked onto the stage, picked up their instruments and adjusted the volume. When they were ready, all the lights were turned on.

Han Ziying wore a purple tube top dress. It had white and light pink lace, purple and white glass crystals surrounding the waist, exuding a noble sparkle, which was so dazzling. The slightly fluffy skirt set off her elegant figure.

Tender white legs and white crystal shoes, which further show Han Ziying's temperament. Her hair is tied back and loose, with a purple cherry blossom hairpin in her hair, exuding an alluring light.

Duan Mufeng and Lan Junhao wore dark blue tight-fitting denim trousers, white shirts and loose ties. The collar buttons of the shirts were open, revealing their strong chests.

Xiao Yuxi and Lan Yuxi wore black jeans, black and purple shirts and loose ties, creating a cold look and feel.

The music slowly started playing, and Duanmu Feng and the others also started playing music. Han Ziying slowly said: The sea, no beauty, just sadness. Beach, no shells, only heartbreak. No one understands my mood. No one understands my heartache. Maple leaves, carried by the wind

Will you come back after leaving?

Yes, no one understands the maple leaves, spinning and dancing around their feet...

Ah! ~Look, look at the sadness of heartbreak, the sadness of grief, time, love will not return, will not come back, no one understands my love, no one understands the definition of love, maple leaves, blown away by the wind, will they come back?

Is it possible? No one understands sadness, my heart is icicles!~The sadness of heartbreak...

The song stopped, and the beautiful voice and sad melody will always remain in the hearts of others. For a long time, applause sounded, sometimes so loud, like thunder. For a long time, for a long time, non-stop...

When the host said that they were the champions, Han Ziying had no reaction. Duanmu Feng looked at Han Ziying, quietly and sadly. Did he not understand her? Right?

Han Ziying's room.

Han Ziying squatted in a corner, hugging her legs and burying her head deeply.

She raised her head and looked out the window. The cherry blossoms fell into her hands. She smiled and looked at the moon outside...
Chapter completed!