Feng Yankai glanced at Cheng Xiaoyu and knocked on the podium and said, "If you didn't write it, who wrote it?"

Cheng Xiaoyu pointed to the fat man in front of him and said, "I don't know who wrote it, I only know that he gave it to me!" If it were a love letter written to another girl, Cheng Xiaoyu would take the blame. But this letter was written by

It’s for Pei Yanchen, not to mention that he doesn’t know the person who wrote the letter and the person who delivered the letter, so he can’t bear the blame and can only betray the person in front of him.”

At this time, the eyes of the whole classroom were focused on the two boys one behind the other. The fat man did not stand up and quickly waved his hands to deny it and said, "It's not me! I didn't deliver the letter to him."

Feng Yankai glanced at the panic-stricken fat man, and didn't bother to care about the truth of the matter. He said to Cheng Xiaoyu who was standing, "Forget it, you fell asleep during class. Now you are openly disrupting the order of class. Look at the love letter you wrote and what it said."

It’s vulgar and empty, it’s a flashy misuse of words, it’s not sincere, it’s childish and it’s self-righteous. If I were your Chinese teacher, I would give you zero points for this essay.”

The classroom was full of whispers and laughter. Cheng Xiaoyu could only be speechless. Feng Yankai's criticism made him feel bad. Although he was also at fault, the fat man in front did not admit that it was the love letter he handed over.

Pei Yanchen refused to accept this love letter for a long time, which made him even more disgusted with these two people.

Faced with the teacher who stood on the podium and turned on the trolling mode, he was helpless. He could only remain silent and unable to refute the other teacher's indiscriminate trolling.

Feng Yankai looked at Cheng Xiaoyu who was standing on the stage with his head bowed silently, and then at Pei Yanchen who was sitting behind the tree with the new moon clear and the trees covered with snow. He felt that the unattractive boy in front of him was really overestimating his abilities, so he treated him even more

He got up with disdain and said, "Since you don't like my class so much, just go out. You won't get a single point of credit from me anyway." At this time, the laughing voice in the electronic classroom also subsided. Such a punishment

It's really too harsh.

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't care. He was confident that he didn't need this credit, so he gently put the book into his bag. The other three people in the same dormitory could only look at him sympathetically.

Cheng Xiaoyu slowly squeezed out of his seat. When he walked to the corridor of the electronic classroom, Jiang Muhan whispered contemptuous words behind him, "It's really a toad that wants to eat swan meat. Chenchen, where did such a person get the courage to write a love letter to you?"

?”

Pei Yanchen looked at the back of Cheng Xiaoyu, who was like a bereaved dog, and was confused. Of course she knew that this letter was not written by Cheng Xiaoyu, but it was not convenient for her to defend him. As for what Jiang Muhan said, she could not hear clearly, she was just casual

He said perfunctorily, "Oh, I don't know too well."

These conversations fell into Cheng Xiaoyu's ears. The entire TV classroom looked at him like they were joking, which made him feel a little ashamed and angry. The conversation between Pei Yanchen and Jiang Muhan made him feel that Pei Yanchen was beginning to hate him. When he passed the row in front, he turned his head bitterly.

He glanced at the fat man who had framed him. The fat man lowered his head with sweat on his face and did not have the courage to look at Cheng Xiaoyu. Cheng Xiaoyu guessed that he should have written the love letter.

When Cheng Xiaoyu looked back at the fat man, and when the classroom was laughing and joking at this tragic school beauty suitor, Feng Yankai said again, "Hurry out, don't delay everyone's class time."

Cheng Xiaoyu stood in the corridor of the electronics classroom. In fact, he didn't mind being kicked out, and he didn't mind being laughed at, but he was unwilling to let people misunderstand that he liked Pei Yanchen. So he stopped and said, "Teacher, tell me to get out.

It doesn’t matter to me if you don’t give me credit, after all, I did violate the classroom discipline. But I still want to say that this love letter is really not written by me. As a piano major who considers himself a bit literary, I have my own

Proud, such writing is insulting to me."

"Huh? What you mean is that your literary accomplishment is very high and you can write a poem in seven steps like Cao Zhi. You can write a love letter with great literary talent in seven steps for all of us to see?" Feng Yan opened his face with a sneer.

Said. He really didn't believe that this ordinary young man could write anything that would make people look at him differently.

Cheng Xiaoyu glanced at the upright piano next to the podium in front of the electronics classroom and said, "As a piano student who loves literature and music, I choose to express myself through music." After that, he didn't care whether Feng Yankai agreed or disagreed, and walked quickly.

He walked over and sat in front of the upright piano. He opened the cover calmly. He looked around at the nearly a hundred people in the classroom, then took a deep look at Pei Yanchen, and then started playing. (bgm "Written for You"

Song" Fang Datong)

"Lend me your ears for a few minutes, and this song will speak for me

How do you describe it in your heart, like flowers blooming in the desert?

Forgive my fingers for trembling. I think the black keys are your hands

If you can also play along in your heart, please give me a gentle nod."

Cheng Xiaoyu, who plays and sings the piano, has almost perfected his skills in flirting with girls. When he sat in front of the piano and sang melodiously to the beautiful and clear sound of the keys, the sunshine in the whole classroom suddenly became brighter. Cheng Xiaoyu's voice

He was mellow and passionate, and his singing skills were not comparable to those of students learning musical instruments. So after he sang the first line of lyrics, the students in the entire electronic classroom were all amazed. Why did everyone think it sounded so good? No one could hide it.

The expression on his face was extremely surprised. The melody of each lyric was so catchy that everyone had a general impression after listening to it once, and the lyrics were simply tailor-made to match Cheng Xiaoyu. Suddenly everyone felt that they were sitting on

Although Cheng Xiaoyu in front of the piano is not handsome, paired with the piano and his unrestrained rhythm, it becomes beautiful and pleasing to the eye, especially the unique temperament, which is mixed with the elegance of the piano and the melancholy of the poet, and the warmth, tenderness, and sweetness

The nagging lyrics make people want to listen endlessly.

This is a song written for you, full of anxiety

Like all the turning points in life, I need your approval

Just waiting for you to sing, I will be by your side

CausebabyIwrotethisIwrotethisforyou

Every consideration, every paragraph, is the tenderness you deserve

Every beat, the heartbeat touches, wants to spread to your chest

There is no surging and throbbing for a while, but it can flow slowly in late autumn.

Everything in this world will become obsolete, except your smile when you look back

At this time, the audio-visual classroom was silent, and in everyone's ears was Cheng Xiaoyu's voice that could not tell whether it was hoarse or clear, caressing happily. At this moment, all the sounds in the world disappeared, and the melody was no longer important, only

Those words like honey flow through the senses. What is happiness? Maybe this is happiness.

Pei Yanchen looked at Cheng Xiaoyu who was sitting in front of the black piano, looking like a romantic poet. The melodies he played and the sounds he sang penetrated her soul, making her have no choice but to indulge in it. She seemed to be able to see the half-closed window outside the window.

The moonlight, strangely enough, was accompanied by the drizzle of rain falling on his fingertips. There was a crumpled sheet of music on his black and old piano, and he looked at the one he liked.

The sleeping girl quietly played and sang the melody written by herself. There were rustling raindrops rolling on his black-framed lenses. His shallow tenderness turned his love poetry into a love poem in the dense rain lines.

Lingering song.

The last note in Cheng Xiaoyu's hand disappeared from the keys. He sat upright for a moment, thought about it for a moment, then calmly closed the piano cover, stood up slowly, held the piano and faced everyone in the electronics classroom.

Bowing slightly to thank them for listening quietly without interruption, he picked up the schoolbag he had left aside and turned around and walked out of the classroom without hesitation.

Until the back entered the door frame, the applause in the electronic classroom began to ring out, sparse at first, and then like thunder.

At this moment, no one in the electronics classroom can forget this name, Cheng Xiaoyu.

Cheng Xiaoyu, who holds the harp in his hand, is the most destructive harp player in the world.
Chapter completed!