"Confession?" Qiao Qiao wiped the goosebumps on her arm, "Why are you so uncreative?"

"Young man, it's understandable." Lu Jian shook his head, "I did this with a zither in my arms back then, and I was eager to take out my heart to the person I like. Later I realized that it really doesn't matter."

"What does it mean? It's very important?" Lu Kang asked.

"If the girl loves you too, it's very important. If not, it's worthless." Lu Jian whispered to the boy who was tweeting in the petals. "So if you have to do this, make sure the girl will agree, otherwise it will be embarrassing and will not even have to do friends in the future."

"It's so embarrassing, so don't watch it." Qiao Qiao was still rubbing her goosebumps.

"Look, Xijun is too kind and doesn't know how to refuse people." Lu Jian started to stroke his hair again without realizing it. "If necessary, I will help her to help her pretend to be her boyfriend."

"I'll do it." Qiao Qiao was also infected and started to get her hair done. "My type will make boys even more desperate, right?"

"I am a career type, so I am so desperate."

"It's better to have both talent and appearance like mine."

"You want shameless!"

"Are you shameless than me?"

The two girls looked back at them with contempt.

"Well... if you have to say it, the boss is stronger."

"Yes, it looks like a very rich and successful person, who is particularly overwhelming with confidence, and he is also handsome enough."

Lu Jian made the winner's smile, and Qiao Qiao failed again.

After all, he is a society, and if he only talks about routines, there is no reason to lose.

After much urgency, Mo Xijun finally changed into a bachelor's uniform and left the teaching building. She looked at the girls on both sides and left, making way, leading directly to a heart-shaped petal area, with a guitar man standing in the middle.

She immediately realized what was going to happen and turned around and ran away without thinking.

How could it be possible to escape so easily?

Five or six girls around her immediately grabbed her. Although the five or six girls looked ugly, their minds were very consistent and they shared the same hatred for the enemy.

Mo Xijun! I pretend to be a white lotus, fresh, and I have been pretending to be a four-year-old!

Should I be tired?

At the last moment, show it, how to reject men and let everyone see, are you Bichi?

Although he was very vicious inside, the five or six Bichi still had a very kind face.

"Oh, I'm confessing to you."

"Envy is not even envious, hehehe..."

"At least listen~~"

The Bichi and others just pulled Mo Xijun and pushed her to the judgment table.

When the guitar man saw Mo Xijun come out, he smiled slightly and said to the microphone.

"Xijun, you can reject me, it doesn't matter, but our memories are all real. I have composed a song for you and everyone."

The students immediately started to make excitement, and they didn't bother to watch the fun.

Mo Xijun shook his head vigorously and shouted from afar: "You are a good person - let's be friends-"

Several bird pools next to them showed a silly smile.

Humph, just be proficient when sending good people cards.

This time, you can’t get out of Taiwan and you can send it without a card!

"Let's talk about it after listening." The guitar man sat on the ground without any discouragement, and said Cool, "I'll give you "Your Deskmate"."

Another burst of cheering sounded, and many people who had heard this song began to popularize science from those who had never heard of it.

"It sounds nice, it tells the story of the campus."

"I didn't expect someone to sing so soon."

"If Mo Xijun hadn't heard of it, it would have been very lethal."

In the bustling hustle, the guitar man had already set up his microphone, one placed in front of his mouth, and the other microphone was fixed in front of the sound hole in the middle of the guitar.

His expression gradually became intoxicated and gently twitched the strings.

The prelude to "You, My Deskmate" sounded from the speaker.

Mr. Xihu's arrangement is very sexy, especially in the prelude of the guitar. Such vibrato and fingering are not expected to be played in a few years. Moreover, the song has only been released for a day and there is no guitar score yet. This person is already very good at playing it out.

"No." Qiao Qiao squinted her eyes and looked at the boy's hand playing the guitar, "Fake it!"

"Yes." Lu Jian had already looked at the speaker, "There should be a player on it."

However, most people did not notice this. When they entered the main song, the guitar man started singing forever, but the accompaniment was very dull. I guess he used technical means to silence the original song and suppressed Qiao Qiao's original song. This would also ruin the sound quality of the soundtrack, which felt like the sound of a toilet flushing.

As for the guitar man's singing skills... it's like an old monk chanting scriptures, almost all the notes are the same.

All these things are combined together. "You, the Deskmate" gives people the feeling of flushing the toilet after going to the toilet. I just hope that the water flow is large enough and flushing it as soon as possible. This is no longer a problem of ruining the song.

But even so, the students he arranged to applaud and scream.

"good!"

"Sing well!"

However, more people don’t agree.

"What a broken song..."

“The guitar is very good.”

"You haven't heard the original singer, don't talk nonsense."

"This is a detonation, and the original singer is not much better."

The tall girl with a pair of ponytails looked back embarrassedly.

"This... this school is not an art school."

"Forgive me, destroy the song."

"It doesn't matter. Whoever loves to sing." Qiao Qiao looked at the guitar man with some anger, "But it's too disgusting to play the guitar. If he doesn't know how to play, he can sing it directly. What kind of pretending?"

Mo Xijun couldn't stand watching it anymore. She could easily find fakes as close as she was, and she couldn't tolerate "You, the Deskmate" being destroyed like this. How could her image in college be destroyed by such a person?

She was excited and trotted forward two steps, pulling off the speaker cable.

"Don't do this." Mo Xijun said angrily, "I'm not playing at all, right!"

The guitar man panicked, but he still pretended to be calm and composed: "You can reject me, but don't interrupt me to sing."

"No, you are lying!" Mo Xijun glared at the guitar man, "You can confess your love or sing, just say it, just sing it directly. It doesn't matter if you can't play the piano, but what's that? And I have listened to the original singer singing this song with my own ears. You are simply slandering the original song like this, and it's too unfair to the creator!"

The guitar man turned his head with a penis face. Being exposed is far more disgusting than being rejected. His shame has no way to vent, and it has twisted into a revenge. He knew that his classmates around him were helping him, so he gritted his teeth and said, "If you refuse, you refuse. Is it necessary to belittle me like this? Is it okay if I am blind?"

Indeed, there are classmates who have arranged guitar men around, and there are obviously many more people who help him than Mo Xijun.
Chapter completed!