Zhao Shijie, the monitor of the measurement and control major, said seriously, "Ruoran, I'm advising you out of the kindness of my heart because we know each other. You girls really aren't suited to sing 'Yellow River.' No matter how much you practice, you won't be able to sing the song's grandeur."
"What do you mean? You're here to pick a fight, aren't you? "
"The competition hasn't even started yet, and you're already so cocky. It's a little too early."
"That's right. Who knows whose ranking will be higher? We'll see who's the laughing stock."
Girls were all petty. When the group of English major girls heard Zhao Shijie's words, they all fired back at him.
Zhao Shijie was in a very awkward situation. Although he was more or less laughing at the English major, he did it out of good intentions. After all, the Measurement and Control Department was full of guys. It was almost like a temple for monks. If he could build a good relationship with the English major, it would definitely help a lot of people get rid of their single lives, including him.
He didn't dare to hope for the campus belle, Chu Yue, but he still had a card up his sleeve when it came to the monitor, Huang Ruoran.
"Beauties, I'm sincerely trying to help you. How about this? Since you insist on choosing 'Yellow River,' I'll ask our class' literature and arts committee member, Qiu Liang, to teach you. He's a musical genius. In high school, he founded the Flower Orchestra. He's the lead singer. If he teaches you, I guarantee that you'll be able to sing 'Yellow River' well in no time. "
The English major girls were suspicious. They were rivals of the measurement and control major. It was very unusual for an opponent to suddenly come over and offer to help them.
"Zhao Shijie, right? What are you up to?" Chu Yue couldn't help but ask.
Today, she was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans that tightly wrapped around her perky buttocks, revealing a pair of white and slender legs. Her face was elegant and refined, with curved eyelashes, a delicate little nose, and a cute little mouth. She was indescribably pure and beautiful.
Zhao Shijie didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Princess Yue, I'm really not up to anything. I just want to help you."
There wasn't a single student in Huaye who didn't know Chu Yue. They all called her "Princess Yue."
"Are you that kind?" Chu Yue glared at him.
"In all honesty, it's normal for guys to help girls. Besides, Ruoran and I are friends. Helping you guys is helping her." Zhao Shijie shrugged innocently.
Huang Ruoran thought for a moment and said, "Okay, please call Qiu Liang over. If he can really help our class solve the choir problem, then I, Huang Ruoran, will owe you a favor."
"Alright, hehe …"
Zhao Shijie was ecstatic. He had finally seized this opportunity. When he thought about how the entire English Department was filled with delicate girls, he felt his blood boil. Oh, no, his blood boil. He waved at his class and called out, "Qiu Liang, come here for a moment!"
A rather handsome boy walked over. His overall appearance gave people a sense of comfort, but there was one thing that made people unhappy. That was, his nose was in the air, and he had an attitude of not putting anyone in his eyes.
As soon as Qiu Liang came in front of the English Department, he coughed dryly. Like an experienced teacher, he clasped his hands behind his back and said, "I've heard you guys sing 'Yellow River' many times over there. It's really bad. Your voices are high and low, and there's no sense of the whole. To put it bluntly, you guys are a bunch of muggles with no talent in singing."
His words made the girls in the English Department uncomfortable, but they endured it. After all, their singing was really bad. They needed this person to help them improve their singing.
"Now, I'll help you correct your singing one by one. I'll start with you."
Qiu Liang pointed at An Huanhua, who was standing on the far right of the line. "Sing 'Yellow River' from beginning to end."
"Acapella?" An Huanhuan was a little embarrassed.
"Yes, acapella," Qiu Liang said.
An Huanhuan didn't want to be a burden to the class, so she could only brace herself and sing, "The wind is howling, the horse is neighing, yellow …"
"Stop, your voice is too high. Lower it," Qiu Liang interrupted.
An Huanhuan had no choice but to adjust her voice and sing again, "The wind is …"
"It's still too high. Sing again!" Qiu Liang ruthlessly interrupted again.
An Huanhuan was a little annoyed, but for the sake of the class's honor, she endured it. She cleared her throat and sang again.
She sang the opening six times in total before she met Qiu Liang's requirements.
"Music lessons are taught from primary school to high school. Did your PE teacher teach you all your music lessons?" Qiu Liang criticized An Huanhuan.
"You …"
An Huanhuan was so angry that her face turned red. She gritted her teeth and glared at Qiu Liang.
"Huanhuan!"
Huang Ruoran suddenly spoke up. He reminded An Huanhuan not to go against Qiu Liang. Although An Huanhuan was very angry, she endured it.
"It's too low. Is this a subwoofer?"
"What are you singing? Is this the right way to sing this line?"
"You are the most unmusical girl I've ever met. No one can compare to you. Are you singing or reading the lyrics?"
Qiu Liang reprimanded all the girls in the English major until their faces turned red. Everyone began to wonder if they were really that bad at singing.
Zhao Shijie looked at Qiu Liang, who was full of a sense of superiority. He frowned deeply and scolded in his heart, Qiu Liang, do you still want to find a girlfriend in the English major? It's fine to show off your superiority, but you've gone too far. You've offended all the girls. Are you an idiot?
Therefore, he coughed a few times to remind Qiu Liang.
Qiu Liang, on the other hand, did not notice it at all. He was immersed in his sense of superiority and felt that he was especially handsome right now. He must have become the Prince Charming in the hearts of these girls. He suddenly noticed that there were three empty spots in the English major queue. He pointed at the empty spots and shouted righteously, "What's going on here?"
"Those are the seats for the three boys in our class."
Huang Ruoran explained. In order to raise the standard of the class choir, she had to tolerate Qiu Liang again and again.
"Why aren't they here?" Qiu Liang questioned loudly.
"Don't you know that the boys' dormitory is quite far from here? Of course it would take them more time to get here, "An Huanhuan said with her hands on her hips.
Qiu Liang snorted softly, "Is that a reason? No wonder the standard of your choir is so low. How can you sing well when you can't even gather all the members? "
When he saw the girls in the English major glaring at him, he finally felt that he had gone too far with his reprimand. He should flatter these girls. Therefore, he said with a sense of justice, "Actually, you girls sang well. It's all because of these three rat feces that spoiled the whole pot of soup. They have no organization, no discipline, and no sense of honor for the class. If I say that these three people are trash, you won't object, right?"
He did not dare to offend the girls too much, but he did not care about the boys. He could offend them as much as he wanted.
When they heard this, the girls in the English major were horrified. They thought to themselves, Is this Qiu Liang from Mars? He doesn't know that it's Hero Luo and the others. He actually called Hero Luo trash and rat feces. Is this guy trying to get a free ticket to hell?
"Class Monitor, we're here!"
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