Shenhao Started From System Downtime

"Next, please invite Lin Qian from the 2015 piano class 1 to bring us piano playing and singing-"Don't Love Me""

(Original singer: Chen Xiyi Netease Cloud Music)

As the host’s announcement sounded, the lights on the auditorium stage slowly dimmed.

"Tatota..."

The crisp sound of footsteps sounded, and under the scarlet light, the tall and straight Lin Qian walked slowly towards the black grand piano in the center of the stage.

The white suit worn by Lin Qian is Armani's new high-end ready-to-wear this fall. Although the grade is not as good as the high-end custom, for ordinary people, the price of this high-end ready-to-wear is out of reach.

The hair is neatly combed, and his face is handsome and handsome. In the face of thousands of people's attention, he still walks steadily towards the center of the stage without any rush.

atmosphere!

Calm!

"Lin Qian? Is that the most tycoon of our class?"

"It's him, the Koenigsegg in the parking lot, the official website quoted nearly 30 million yuan, huge and huge!"

"I know what he looks like for the first time. It turns out that he is not only money, but also so handsome!"

"Really handsome, the handsome old lady has been holding back for two weeks, and my aunt's blood is about to flow out of her nose!"

...

Lin Qian walked all the way to the grand piano, then put his right hand on his left shoulder and bowed slightly to the audience. The whole process was calm and elegant, and a gentleman was like a prince.

Six years after his rebirth, plus the ten years before his rebirth, Lin Qian may not be considered a master in the field of piano, but the word professional is beyond doubt.

Now Lin Qian has billions of assets. Over the past month or so, his aura has grown stronger. Now when he is doing piano etiquette, he has a bonus to his temperament, making Lin Qian's whole person like a black hole, attracting countless girls. It's hard to look away.

After the salute, Lin Qian slowly sat on the chair in front of the grand piano.

The slender fingers slowly landed on the keys, and then the head was slightly raised at an angle of forty-five degrees.

His complexion was deep and his eyes looked melancholy.

The scene was extremely quiet, and many people stared at Lin Qian on the stage.

"Hey..."

Lin Qian's fingers moved slightly, and then a series of notes floated from his fingertips.

The music is smooth, without the slightest jerky.

...

When words are cold and cannot be touched

When the eyes drift away and start to dodge

A lie will be broken

Hold your hands tightly

Letting go is not a relief

...

Lin Qian's deep voice came from the speaker through the microphone.

Just sing a few words, and a lot of people started to get goose bumps.

What does it feel like to sing a song thousands of times?

Maybe even the most professional singers don't know what it's like to sing a song a thousand times, but Lin Qian knows.

Lin Qian, who had just returned from his rebirth, had not only had many nights, looking up at the starry sky, but he was not sleepy. What he thought of in his mind was the past of him and the girl he once thought was the most important in his life.

Every sleepless night, he would sit in front of the piano and play the song "Don't Love Me" by Chen Xiyi over and over again.

To this day, Lin Qian hasn't played this song for a long time.

Today, he has long thought through.

But when he played the song again, Gu Bo's heart was still not shocked, but ripples still appeared.

There are no natural bad men. They have been obsessed with love, so that they have become people they hate. They look at many good men like they paid for themselves and laugh at them stupidly.

Actually...

They were not that fool at the beginning.

...

Actually you don't love me

Just unwilling to be lonely

All the lies piled up in love are like bubbles

Don't love me

Lose my persistence

Like a meteor

Fall

...

The climax of the chorus came, and Lin Qian's fingers were playing almost subconsciously.

Thousands of times of playing, the fingers of this song have already formed muscle memory.

His singing voice gradually rose, and his handsome face was particularly dazzling under the light, and his melancholy and deep eyes made the atrial tremors of many girls in the audience tremble.

"Which scumbag scumbags Lin Qian, so that he has suffered such a severe emotional injury!"

"Oh, so handsome, so affectionate man!"

"The cold, overbearing and wide-minded, but under the outside is a scarred heart. This is simply the plot in the novel!"

"It seems that only my 36D can comfort Lin Qian's heart!"

...

Many emotional girls, because of Lin Qian's passionate singing, were moved and cried.

Below the stage, Ma Lu, Shen Ming and Jiang Ningchuan stood together.

"Unexpectedly, the youngest boy still has such an affectionate side." Ma Lu sighed, then looked at Jiang Ningchuan: "Give your sister to Lin Qian, you can rest assured, my old horse is very accurate, I will take My 15 centimeters swear!"

Shen Mingshen nodded thinking it was. Originally he wanted to take an oath, but when he thought that he was shorter than Ma Lu, he thought about it, but still didn't open his mouth.

...

Lin Qian on the stage didn't know that Ma Lu had sworn such a big oath for him.

If he knows, he can only say: brother, sloppy!

Today I will give you a group of noobs a lesson, let you know that whoever raps and sings love songs well must be affectionate and good men.

This is like riding a white horse. He is not necessarily a prince, but Tang Seng!

Lin Qian, who used to be affectionate, is already dead, but what is alive now is Lin Qian, who has already let go of himself.

Art is the most unreliable thing.

Just like the analysis of ancient poems when they were in school, maybe Li Bai and Du Fu didn't know it. They used to force a few sentences, but later generations can analyze so many insights.

Just like the author of Dianniang, the reader's various speculations are both foreshadowing and dark, but in fact the author is confused when it sees it.

What are you talking about?

The girls below were crying, they thought Lin Qian was reminiscing about his love.

And Lin Qian was thinking: The girl who played the pipa just now is not only white, but also very big!

...

"Uuuuu..."

"Qianqian looks so sad..."

"Tong Yan, can you do anything? I want to make Lin Qian happy, not to make him sad!"

Jiang Yaoyao in the audience, with crystal tears in those big grape eyes at this time, it seemed that I really felt pity for me.

Sitting next to her was Tong Yan, and on the other side of Tong Yan was Zhao Yuwei.

Zhao Yuwei stared at Lin Qian on the stage blankly, her eyes also a little confused.

"I want to make men happy, I have 70 ways here."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"The first way is to kiss each other. Kissing is the easiest way to make boys happy!"

Tong Yan said seriously.

Hearing this, Jiang Yaoyao nodded seriously, then wiped the tears from Grape's big eyes, and then asked: "What about the remaining 69 species?"

"Um..." Tong Yan groaned for three seconds, then nodded gently: "Hmm..."

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Yaoyao was a little dazed, with crystal teardrops hanging on her long eyelashes, looking at Tong Yan a little blankly.

"70 methods, one is kiss, the rest is 69."

Tong Yan said solemnly.

The air suddenly became quiet for three seconds, and the confusion in Jiang Yaoyao's big eyes gradually faded, and then his cheeks flushed, and then he turned his head to look at the stage, as if he had never heard the conversation just now.

And Zhao Yuwei, who was sitting on the other side of Tong Yan, twitched the corners of her mouth.

"Oudi God..."

"Drop thunder to kill this rotten girl!"

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