Chapter 130: Treat me well from now on!

  A drop of water in need is repaid with a gushing spring.

  Tang Zhong did not want Li Qiang to be affected by Hua Ming's 'negligence', so he decided to step forward and turn the tide.

  Unexpectedly, everyone took him as a madman, a lunatic.

  Li Qiang obviously didn't believe that Tang Zhong could sing this song well, waving his hand and saying: "Tang Zhong, I understand your intentions. Now it's not a question of who can go up or not-----it's a question of who can sing this song well. If you can choose any song to sing, you can go up and sing one that you're good at, I won't have any objections. But the difficulty level of this song is very high, if you go up on stage and run off-key-----then think again about whether there's someone else who can do it. This year's new students aren't few in number, there should be many who sing pretty well, right?"

  "Yes." Wang Aiguo echoed. "Tang Chong, don't be impulsive. We're about to go on stage and we have to sing this song to a high standard - not to mention the top ten singers' standard, but at least we can't let people scold us from under the stage?"

  Wang Aiguo was even more skeptical that Tang Chong could sing the song well. In his imagination, as soon as Tang Chong stepped onto the stage and opened his mouth, countless people would throw shoes and bricks at him to drive him away.

  Hua Ming's words made Li Qiang and Wang Aiguo completely despair of Tang Chong. He squatted inside and shouted: "Old Second, you mustn't mess around! Singing is an art, not fighting, you're not suitable... Besides, I've never heard you sing in the dormitory before. If it's really not possible, I'll put a few layers of toilet paper on my butt and shout for a few minutes on stage. It would be even better if you guys go find me a female student to get a sanitary napkin - prevent side leakage!"

  Li Qiang's eyes lit up and thought this method was still feasible.

  As long as Hua Ming can go on stage, it's not about playing to his full potential, but even if he plays 70% or 50%, isn't that still better than Tang Chong?

  Li Qiang was just about to voice his agreement when he heard another series of 'popping' sounds coming from the cubicle.

  The three of them fled in a panic and completely abandoned Hua Ming.

  If he was standing on stage singing at the highest point, suddenly there came a burst from behind him ----- Does the Psychology Department still want to save face?

  "If you can find a more suitable candidate, I don't want to be the one to take the stage." Tang Chong said solemnly, standing by the windbreak. "But time is running out now. The next program is our department's turn to go on stage. Maybe we haven't found anyone yet, and the emcee has already started introducing us. How about this? I'll sing a few lines first. If you think it's okay, I'll go on stage. If not, then hurry up and ask them to delay the program - try to buy some time."

  After finishing speaking, Tang Zhong didn't care whether they agreed or disagreed and started singing loudly without any emotional fluctuations.

  Women love beauty, men love beautiful women.

  The female host changed into one outfit after another, while the male host Zhao Qiuchen remained in his original black suit. He walked onto the stage, scanned the audience and said loudly: "Now, let's invite freshman from the Psychology Department, Hua Ming, to bring us a song called 'I am a wolf from the North'. Please give him a warm welcome."

  Pā lā lā -----

  Applause broke out. Not much, nor little. A courtesy encouragement.

  The lighting engineer controlled the lights, and the stage became dim.

  When the lights shone brightly again, a boy wearing a plaid shirt and glasses was already standing on stage.

  "Huh?" Focused on the leadership position, Jiao Yuheng issued a puzzled voice. Didn't the program list say that a classmate named Hua Ming sang "I'm a Wolf from the North"? Why is it Tang Chong who's on stage?

  He matched the name on the program sheet, and it was indeed Huaming's name.

  "What's going on?" he thought to himself.

  "Lao Jiao, isn't this a student from your department? Do you know him?" asked Xiong Zhengfei, the dean of the Faculty of Arts, sitting next to Jiao Yuheng with a smile.

  "I understand." Jiao Yuheng nodded and said. It's just that the name doesn't match.

  "How's it going? How was the singing? Can you get into the top 10 in the school?"

  "This isn't going to start with singing, is it? Listen carefully." Jiao Yuheng said perfunctorily. He had never heard that Tang Chong could sing either.

  Not just Dean Jiao sitting in the front row, but also students from the Psychology Department sitting in the back row were all bewildered.

  Isn't it supposed to be Hua Ming who sings on stage? Why is Tang Chong on stage now? What kind of trick are they playing?

  Jiao Nanxin sat in the girls' team, looking at Tang Chong standing on the stage, and her heart was also full of questions.

  She likes sports, but her singing level is average. So when Tang Zhong asked if she wanted to sign up, she bluntly refused.

  Unexpectedly, Tang Chong himself stepped onto the stage.

  What about Hua Ming? Didn't he get selected?

  Even if she racked her brains, it was impossible for her to think of the absurd accident that Hua Ming would be replaced by Tang Zhong on stage.

  The woman in white skirt standing at the corner of the second floor saw Tang Chong appear on stage, her beautiful eyebrows slightly raised.

  "Isn't showing off outside enough? Why must you get on stage and put yourself in harm's way?"

  Just a frown from her was enough to give the boys next to her an electric shock, making them want to hold her tightly in their arms and comfort her.

  Students from other departments did not know Tong Chong, so they also didn't know that the 'Hua Ming' standing on stage was actually not Hua Ming.

  While many people were still in a daze, the auditorium's speakers had already begun playing the prelude to "I'm a Wolf from the North".

  Tang Chong stood in the middle of the stage, his mind free from distractions, seriously recalling the lyrics of this song that he hadn't sung for a long time.

  He once spent money to buy Qiu Qin's tape albums "Lang Yi", "Lang Er" and "Wolf's Album", but it has been so many years, the playback device has changed several times. Now everyone is using mobile phones to play "Feng Huang Chuan Qi", his tapes can't be inserted into the phone, so they are useless.

  It was actually Hua Ming who sang it seriously several times. Moreover, after Hua Ming's program was selected, the computer in the dormitory replayed this song over and over again. People from outside the dormitory pushed open the door and came in, thinking they had walked into a wolf's den.

  He knew he couldn't sing with the same sorrowful feeling as Huaming, but he had his own small sorrows.

  Sorrow but no injury. This is the emotion he wants to portray.

  He bowed his head as low as possible, not wanting more people to see his face clearly.

  It's fortunate that the auditorium didn't have a large screen for projecting his expressions. He stood on stage, and people sitting far away probably could only see that he was just one person.

  "I am a wolf from the north."

  Tang Chong opened his mouth, and the scene fell silent.

  Obviously, they were waiting for a more brilliant performance.

  When Tang Chao poured more emotions into it, when this song brought everyone a more intuitive feeling, when the kind of lonely and helpless feeling of being alone with nowhere to go was sung by Tang Chao, the applause on the scene was like thunder.

  When Tang Zhong sang to 'I only bite cold teeth, and respond with two long whistles', the stage suddenly boiled.

  Screams.

  Whistling sound.

  There were countless people standing up and applauding wildly.

  This left Tang Zhong bewildered - the song hadn't even ended yet, so why were they applauding so enthusiastically?

  Or should I say, those two lines you sang just now were great?

  "The autumn air is cold."

  "The autumn is cold."

  "The autumn is cold."

  They wildly shouted out a person's name. They hysterically vented their emotions.

  At this point, Tang Zhong suddenly realized that their enthusiasm had nothing to do with his singing, but rather with the person himself.

  Unity is strength.

  Tonight belongs to Autumn Cold, her name echoes in Mingli Hall.

  "The autumn air is cold."

  "The autumn is cold."

  "The autumn is cold."

  The song can't be sung anymore. Because no one is willing to listen.

  Following the audience's line of sight, he looked towards the right corner below the stage. In the front row of the actor's area, a girl in a black silk evening dress was running vigorously towards the stage.

  The big white flower made of gauze that was inserted in her hair bun had fallen off at some point, making her hair a bit disheveled and her appearance somewhat bedraggled.

  She may not be used to wearing high heels, when she climbed up the stairs to the stage, her small foot slipped and one of her high heels flew out into the air, falling under the stage.

  Her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and she was in a bit of pain.

  Glancing at the high heels under the stage, she hesitated for a moment and decided not to wear shoes after all. She turned around and ran towards the center of the stage where Tang Zhong was standing.

  One leg is long and one leg is short, she runs with a very strange and comical posture.

  But this naive girl surprisingly didn't know that taking off the other shoe as well would help maintain her body balance.

  She swayed and stumbled to Tang Chong's face, with a smile and tears on her face, holding a handful of fire-red roses that she had found from somewhere, the color of the roses was the same as her small face at this time.

  She was panting violently. Her pigeon-like breasts were also heaving violently.

  She rarely exercises. Just this short run has exhausted her completely.

  Standing in front of Tang Zhong, looking at his face close at hand, she felt her body go soft.

  "I-" She was just about to speak, but tears welled up in her eyes.

  She just wants to cry and can't help it, no matter how hard she tries to hold back or suppress it.

  She wiped her face with the back of her hand, and her small nose was rubbed bright red by this rough movement.

  "My shoes ran away." Qiu Yi said with a sob.

  "I'll go pick some for you." Tang Chong said with a smile. He looked at this poor and lovely girl seriously, his heart moistening.

  "Don't." Qiuyi's hand shot out to grab his sleeve. "I know you must hate me. Hate me to death. I also hate myself."

  Autumn's chill spoke while crying, cried while wiping away tears with the back of her hand.

  "I didn't come here for you to continue being good to me. I just...just...want to ask you to give me a chance."

  She handed over the rose in her hands and said with a trembling voice: "Let me be good to you in the future ---- Wooooo -----".