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‘Huh?’ Looking at herself in front of the mirror, Mu Qing stared blankly. She is so beautiful, Mu Qing thought silently in her heart.

An Linghao, who was sleeping with his head on his hands, finally woke up when he heard that Jimmy was finished. When he woke up, he saw light makeup on his face.

"Well, it feels the same as without makeup." An Linghao finally summed up the result.

'There is no way~ She is very beautiful without any makeup, and her skin is so good. If she wears heavy makeup, it will not suit this long dress, so she wears light makeup...' Jimmy said helplessly, looking at it knowingly

Look at Mu Qing, oh~ it’s really perfect. I screamed in my heart.

Su Xueyi felt a little helpless when she saw their surprised expressions, okay, our baby Qing is a Shenma person? Hum hum.~~

"Now, I would like to invite classmate No. 277 Mu Qing to come on stage," Shu Puqi said while holding the microphone.

‘Hey? It’s my turn! See you later, bye~’ Mu Qing said and ran away.

‘Let’s go take a look.’ An Linghao said, and everyone nodded and went out.

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The lights suddenly turned off on the stage, and the protagonist Mu Qing came out. A moving light stopped on Mu Qing's body. When the music started, Mu Qing smiled at everyone in the audience.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, and all eyes were fixed on Mu Qing. Man A said, "Wow, she looks like an angel." Man B said, "So beautiful." Man C said, "She's really beautiful."

Girl A said, "Yeah." There were more and more comments from the audience, most of which were praise, envy, and jealousy...

Mu Qing started singing on the stage, and the sweet voice floated out of Mu Qing's mouth: "Black, white, red, yellow, purple, green, blue, gray, your, mine, his, her, big, small, round, flat."

Good, bad, beautiful, ugly, new, old, all kinds of styles, all kinds of colors for you to choose, black, white, red, yellow, purple, green, blue, gray, yours, mine, his, hers, big, small, round

Flat, good, bad, beautiful, ugly, new, old, all kinds of styles, all kinds of colors, I can choose to fly higher and farther, the better. Cut the thread and it will die. Its life span is short. It’s happy. It’s good. It’s fine. It’s okay. It’s not a big deal.

Getting smaller and smaller. I'm about to die. I'm also very proud. If you don't want to say it, don't say it anymore. I don't want to hear it. If you don't want to hear it anymore, just let it go like a balloon. I don't care. I don't care. Let it go.

It goes away. The balloon floats into the clouds, floats into the wind, ends life. The balloon floats into love, floats into the heart, and slowly dies -'

It turned out that the song was "Balloon" by Xu Zhepei.
Chapter completed!