"Do you know the original singer?"

"Is this your new posture for rejecting boys?"

"This is overblown!"

"If you don't listen, you won't listen. What are you bragging here? Is it amazing to be confessed?"

Although the boys were not that extreme, they had already agreed to stand on the side of the guitar man and all persuaded him.

"At least listen to him singing and respect others."

"It's really playing."

"This reason for rejection is too far-fetched."

"Yes, I'm going to graduate, what's there to pretend!"

Mo Xijun was almost crying and explained to the surroundings: "No, he is pretending to play, and this kind of thing cannot be tolerated."

The guitar man snorted and laughed, then connected to the microphone again and said, "I understand, Xijun, you look down on me. I am a slinger. I don't have the ability to play the piano well, and I don't even have the qualification to confess to you."

These words immediately ignited the students' emotions. Many boys were given good people cards after pursuing Mo Xijun. This was originally dissatisfied. Now at the moment of graduation, the guitar man was stimulating, and the dissatisfaction in his heart finally spread to his mouth.

The Bichi and others were inevitably even more excited when they heard this.

"Don't pay attention to me."

"Sing yours, play it well!"

"Isn't it just pretending to be pure? Who can't do it!"

Mo Xijun couldn't argue, but she still wanted to argue: "No, no, no one is looking down on anyone, why don't you care about fake shots? Is there a problem with me?"

The guitar man's voice gradually became colder, and his eyes became cooler: "Then I'll give this song to everyone who graduated today, don't mess around anymore, okay?"

Mo Xijun was about to die unjustly and could not get out of Taiwan at all. The way out of retreat was blocked by the Bichi and others.

Being fucked like this, even the boy who was watching the fun came to his opinion.

"A girl now."

"If you look good, you're smelly."

"This kind of woman is a woman who is a big shot in the morning and evening and looks down on talented people."

Mo Xijun still wanted to explain, but the spit of these people had completely overwhelmed her.

She thought she had integrated into the collective, but in fact she didn't. She didn't understand why these people were so paranoid and so preconceived. Everyone seemed to have stood on the side of the guitar man from the beginning and stood on their opposite side, but she obviously did nothing.

I am like a target, only the life that is shot.

"Okay, I'm going to sing, I won't give it to you anymore, but to all my classmates." The boy waved his hand with a smirk, "You can refuse me, but don't trample on my dignity!"

The enthusiasm of the students was ignited again. Whether the song was good or not was no longer important. What was important was to slap the face of Bichi.

Just as I was about to make a fuss, I heard a crisp shout and penetrated it.

"Shameless!" Qiao Qiao stared at her eyes and pushed the crowd away, "What a shit!"

Lu Jian and Lu Kang followed closely behind, and they endured to the limit and insisted on showing off and following you. It was impossible to incite emotions to step on Mo Xijun to show off.

In two or three steps, Qiao Qiao had already walked to the guitar man and snatched the microphone.

"I am the original singer Qiao Qiao, this is my sister!" He pointed at Mo Xijun hard before glaring at the guitar man and scolded, "If you pretend to be a grandson when you play it, you can pretend to be a grandson?"

The guitar man was stunned again. Who is this? Let's destroy it?

The students watching were even more confused.

Qiao Qiao? The original singer of "You, the Deskmate" appears here?

“What’s the situation?”

"Is this the legendary Jojo?"

"It's pretty handsome!"

"It's not that coincidental, right?"

Before they could discuss it, Qiao Qiao was already angrily scanning the people who bullied Mo Xijun: "I haven't been to college and I was particularly looking forward to it. Can you stop ruining this place? If you fake bullets are fake bullets, why are you pretending to be stupid? What are you doing with Xijun? "

When Mo Xijun saw Qiao Qiao helping her stand out, her heart finally felt a little warmer. There were not only vicious people in the world, but also family members.

She hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Jojo: "Okay, okay, I'm not angry, just do it."

"What's that? Who is fake playing? You can tell me clearly!" The guitar man had already reacted and asked Qiao Qiao, "You said you were the original singer? I also said I was!"

"You are so fucking disgusting." Qiao Qiao raised her hand and hooked her fingers, "Give it a guitar, let me know what it means to play guitar!"

"Why give me my guitar!"

At this moment, the tall man and his two ponytails also got into the front row.

"He is really Qiao Qiao, we have confirmed it." The tall girl said seriously at the surroundings, "At least you should believe me?"

Many people have recognized her as the vice chairman of the previous student union.

This is a big deal.

The twin ponytails also encouraged: "It's rare to listen to Qiao Qiao's scene for free!"

The students are skeptical, but they must admit that Qiao Qiao and Lu Jian do have that kind of star temperament. If it were Qiao Qiao himself, it would be a big profit.

"Let him try!"

"Anyway, you can hear it once you hear it."

As for those Bichi who were originally standing on the side of the guitar man, he immediately gave up when he saw Qiao Qiao himself. Although it was important to make Mo Xijun look ugly, it was even more important no matter how he looked at this handsome guy.

"Give it to him quickly, give it to him quickly!"

"Maybe it's really Qiao Qiao, we need to sign a photo together!"

Now, it’s a guitar man who can’t get out of Taiwan anymore.

"You can?" he said tremblingly, holding the guitar.

"Yes, give it to me."

The guitar man had nothing to say, took off the guitar and handed it to Qiao Qiao: "This is our school, you might be beaten."

"Trump." Qiao Qiao took the guitar and decisively threw it to Lu Jian.

Lu Jian was squatting on the ground and tidying up the speakers. He felt very upset when he took the guitar inexplicably.

Fortunately, I also played the piano when I was in college. "You, the Deskmate" is a must-learn song for all beginners of guitar. The chords are simple and the fingerings are relatively easy. It can be said to be an introductory song for flirting with girls.

Even if it is a little harder, Lu Jian can't play it well, but this song can still be dealt with.

Qiao Qiao pointed at Lu Jian more and more arrogantly and said, "This is my boss, my producer, Brother Jian. "You, the deskmate" was made by him for his own efforts. Please remember him."

Only then did the students notice that Lu Jian was indeed a career-oriented man, but he looked too young.

Lu Jian was embarrassed by himself, so he had to take off his suit, hang up the guitar, and pick up the microphone.

"It shouldn't be condoned to do something like fake play." He said, squatting down and pressing down the player hidden behind the speaker, then lifting his hands.

The prelude that was exactly the same as before came.

The students exclaimed, it turned out that they were really fake!

Looking at the guitar man just now, his face was so red that he couldn't speak.

Qiao Qiao glared at him and scolded: "Of course you can play the piano well, but what you need to practice is not what you say!"
Chapter completed!