I am in Antarctica yearning for your North Star (8)

  "Let them have a good talk, it's not going to work out if things go on like this," Lu Senxiang said with deep concern.

  Lucy Yang hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement.

  Lusenxiang is right, Bai Mochi has finally faced up to it.

  Uh... why do I have a feeling of dying on the battlefield?

  At this time, someone in the private room started singing, and others began playing dice to drink. In short, everyone seemed to have ignored what had just happened, and they continued to have fun as if nothing had happened, regardless of whether the protagonist was there or not.

  Suddenly, Lucy felt a gaze fixed on her, and she turned around in confusion to see Simon looking at her with a thoughtful expression.

  The light reflected in his deep pupils, quiet and bright.

  When the young man met her gaze, he calmly shifted his line of sight elsewhere and walked over to sit down on the nearest sofa.

  Lucy Yang slightly pursed her lips, she had always wanted to find an opportunity to thank him, but never found one.

  Now, the opportunity has come.

  She clenched her fists, took a deep breath and walked up to the young man, forcing a smile as she said: "Thanks for what happened last time. I've been looking for an opportunity to thank you."

  Duan Chenliang slightly tilted his head, looking thoughtfully at the girl in front of him. He wasn't a good person, and he only helped her because he didn't want to feel guilty about it. At that time, he just did it as an apology for rejecting her at the door last time. Although he knew that even if it happened again, he would still make the same decision to reject her.

  Duan Chenliang originally wanted to tell Lucy Yang his true intention, but blurted out: "You're not suitable for helping others cheat."

  When she heard the two words "cheat", Lucy's cheeks flushed again, fortunately the light was not too bright, otherwise it would be very embarrassing to be seen. She lowered her head in shame, just about to open her mouth to explain, but was suddenly pushed forward by Lu Senxiang, who had walked over and pressed her shoulders to sit down beside Duan Chenliang.

  Her arm brushed against his, and the warmth she felt made her feel like an electric current was running through her entire body, making her numb. She instinctively moved away a little, but Lu Senxiang sat down beside her on her left, making it difficult for her to move.

  "Three thousand, you really can't sing?" Lu Sen Xiang smiled sideways, handing the microphone to Lucy Yang.

  "No." Lucien Yang replied without hesitation, not taking the microphone from Lu Senxiang's hand.

  "Just sing one more line!"

  "Don't sing."

  "Stingy ghost! Not even one sentence is sung!"

  "I said I won't sing!"

  "Just as petty as Ah Liang."

  As petty as Ah Liang.

  Same as Ah Liang.

  What a popular sentence.

  Lucy Yang still remembers that in the fifth grade of primary school, the school held a singing competition. At that time, when the teacher selected participants, they basically chose students with good grades in the class, and Duan Chenliang undoubtedly became the best candidate in their class. However, on the day of the competition, he stood in the center of the stage and didn't sing a single sentence.

  At that time, the audience below was in an uproar, followed by a burst of laughter. However, he didn't think so, without any awkward expression, his eyes fixed on the front, his fingers rubbing the microphone, and said coldly: "I won't sing."

  Everyone present was stunned.

  Even if you can't sing normally, there's still practice. How is it possible that not a single sentence can be spoken?

  Besides, he is Duan Chenliang.

  Lucy Yang didn't know if he really couldn't sing at the time, she only remembered that his good-looking peach blossom eyes were like a pool of dead water, without any vitality.

  Later, when she went to the office to hand in her homework, she heard the teachers discussing this matter. Duan Chenliang's head teacher had been explaining to other teachers that Duan Chenliang sang well and everyone had witnessed it during rehearsals, but they didn't know why he would say "I won't sing" on the day of the competition.

  Recently, many people have reflected to me that my book title and another author's book title are the same, which makes me feel helpless. Just like names, they can be duplicated. Because it's not just you who knows a certain word or phrase. When I chose the book title, I admit I was lazy and directly used the name of a song I had heard before. Later, after searching on Baidu, I found that it was very common, and I really regretted it~~~~(_)~~~~So let's not get hung up on book titles anymore. Maybe my writing isn't better than others, but the content is definitely different. Every word under my pen is worthy of me, absolutely no perfunctory treatment of readers. My story is a slow burn, and to those companions who have been chasing after it, I really want to thank you, you are my greatest motivation. Mua mua da.

  Today's nonsense is more than usual, don't spray if you don't like it.

  Tomorrow's update time is 1:30 PM.