On the second day of the school celebration, the evening self-study on Wednesday night was cancelled and changed to a performance in the school auditorium for each grade.

First there was a short chorus performance in each class, followed by a personal performance.

Before the chorus performance, the school had already set aside the music class every Monday for rehearsal. There was not much time wasted, but the results were not bad.

The clothes worn by the chorus are different for each class, chosen by the class committee, with different styles.

Su Qiuge and his class chose quite satisfactory. The boys had a white shirt and a coat similar to a small suit with a bow tie, while the girls had a western skirt with a western style.

Before going on stage, parents who came to visit the school celebration to help make-up. It was the first time for Su Qiuge to make-up at school. He found it a little strange. After finishing this, Wen Mingming came here to look for her while waiting in line to play.

Wen Mingming and their class walked in an idyllic style. She also brought a small straw hat. She brought a thermos cup for Su Qiuge. Inside the thermos cup was the soup her mother had cooked before coming to visit.

Su Qiuge was hungry. After drinking the soup in front of her, Wen Mingming looked at her and smiled.

Su Qiuge was a little puzzled, so he listened to Wen Mingming jokingly and said, "Why don't you pay attention to it, the lipstick has been eaten up."

Su Qiuge didn't care much at first, "When you finish eating, you can finish it."

She doesn't wear lipstick very much anyway.

Then Wen Mingming said in disapproval, "But you have put on makeup, and your lip color is lighter, so it looks a little strange. Qiuer, you are the face of your class when you sing together. Take responsibility, promise me not to be so casual, okay?"

This is an unspoken rule. Every class will have a face value when singing in a chorus. The face value role generally stands in the front row or the center. Anyway, it is where the c person can notice.

Wen Mingming was just about to take out the red lips and put on her makeup, when he suddenly lowered his head and noticed Su Qiuge's shoes.

She was a little shocked and said, "Why are you still wearing sneakers?"

Su Qiuge was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered that she had tried those leather shoes when she was in class. She felt that she was walking strangely, so she wanted to take it on her body first, and then change backstage when she was about to go on stage.

Who knows that I forgot about it because of the food.

Su Qiuge slapped his head, "I put it in the backstage."

Wen Mingming leaned on his forehead and sighed softly, "Why don't you go to the dressing room to change your shoes, and go to the dressing room to fix up your makeup."

After thinking about it, she leaned over and whispered to her, "The beauty of the girls in your class depends on you to support you. You have to be responsible for being a facade, don't be so casual. "

The order of the chorus is in the order of the lottery. The first one is class 8, and the second one is class 1. Most of the people in class 1 are in line.

Su Qiuge glanced at the 8th class on the field at this time, and said softly, "But I'm going now, what if I can't make it by then."

Wen Mingming took out the lipstick from the bag and handed it to her, urging her, "It's okay, I'm here to help you watch, and I'll rush you when I'm about to play!"

Su Qiuge nodded, put on the lipstick and walked towards the backstage.

There is a small backstage behind the school's performance stage. It is said that the backstage is actually a very small room, not too big. Su Qiuge remembered that when he visited before, he saw a mirror waiting for a person.

But I heard that there were boys playing basketball in the teaching building last week, and this mirror happened to be smashed. Director Xu searched the surveillance system and couldn't find anyone. He was so angry that he could only bring basketball to the teaching building. Su Yuanzhou, the originator of his ancestor, scolded severely.

At this time, there were relatively few people outside the backstage. Su Qiuge went in and found the room where she put her shoes before. She found that there seemed to be someone in it, maybe someone from her class who was about to be on stage was changing clothes. Thinking of this, she knocked on the door. , Said to the person inside, "Classmate, I have a pair of shoes in the corner of this room. Can you hand them out for me?"

At this moment, there was a strange silence inside. Not long after that, the door was opened, and the people inside said in a deep voice, "Come in and take it."

When Su Qiuge felt that the voice was a bit familiar, she was dragged in, and then the door closed behind her screaming. She raised her eyes and saw Xie Xinglin in a white shirt.

He seemed to be interrupted by her when he changed his clothes in the middle of the change. There were still a few buttons on the neckline that were not fastened. They were slightly open, revealing the **** collarbone, and the black bow tie was tangled in his hands, which made him look a little eager.

Su Qiuge was slightly taken aback, and after a quick glance at him, he looked away, lowered his head and tried not to show any expression. Seeing him like this, her heartbeat was a bit fast, even the roots of her ears were red.

Obviously there was no problem with the previous contacts, but now...

Especially when two people are alone now.

She felt nervous and even a little shy.

He dared not show it on the surface, pretending to be very calm.

Immediately after, she walked towards the corner in silence, put on her shoes and prepared to go out.

Who knew that at this moment an arm came over behind her and closed the door she opened from behind.

This posture was like the man behind him pressing her against the door, trying to do something to her, which made her stiff slightly, and she looked sideways, "You...what are you doing?"

Xie Xinglin looked down at her posture that she wanted to go around him, curled her lips and said, "Am I a scourge?"

Su Qiuge lowered his head, trying not to look at him as much as possible, then pursed his lips, "It's not..."

It's just that this man really looks like a wife.

She also searched the Internet before. When a boy confessed to you, do you want to accept it directly?

Many people say that you still want him to chase for a while. There is also a game in love. Let him realize that you are not so easy to chase, so he will cherish it.

Although Su Qiuge disagrees with this, his subconsciousness is still affected, and he will give him a reply after a week. What if...

Because he was confused by the male sex, he had a handle to laugh at her in the future.

Thinking of this, she shook her head.

Xie Xinglin said, "Then what are you hiding? Time is running out, change here."

Su Qiuge didn't say a word, then lowered his head, looked for a small bench in the corner, took off his sports shoes, and then bent down and put on small leather shoes.

The original Wen Mingming's lipstick was put in her pocket, because of this action it rolled out, making a crisp crashing sound on the wooden floor.

Su Qiuge was halfway through his shoes and wanted to pick it up, but he saw his slender fingers holding the golden tube of lipstick.

Su Qiuge was a little anxious. He raised his eyes and glanced at him, then he said, "There is no mirror here, can you paint it?"

Su Qiuge stretched out his hand to grab the lipstick, he smiled, raised the lipstick slightly, and whispered, "Why don't I help you, eh?"

Su Qiuge opened his eyes wide, and then frowned a little disgustedly and said, "No, I don't apply it to the mirror myself than you apply it."

Xie Xinglin raised his eyebrows and looked down at her, "Really?"

Su Qiuge was halfway through speaking, and suddenly he grabbed her chin, and then she saw this man lift her jaw. Then, he played with lipstick on his hand, and then slowly used the cold tube of the lipstick. The shape of her lips was painted again.

Itchy.

Following his movements, like a spreading electric current rushed into his mind.

Su Qiuge breathed tightly and looked down at his movement. She wanted to stop him. Then, she saw that he had pushed the scarlet pillar out of the tube. She didn't dare to move anymore, for fear of accidental movement. Broken Wen Mingming's lipstick.

He leaned down and Su Qiuge was forced to look up at him.

It won't take long, but Su Qiuge, who is suffering in all sorts of ways, feels like a year has passed since he maintains this shameful posture.

She couldn't help asking, "Yes, is it all right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, he frowned slightly, "Don't move."

Su Qiuge blinked, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she stared at the ceiling without knowing where she was looking. After a while, she noticed that the boy's thumb was touching the corner of her mouth.

She was taken aback for a moment, then turned her gaze to meet his gaze.

His thumb swept across her lips, and Su Qiuge lowered his head and saw the lipstick mark on his thumb.

In the small room, his voice was a little dumb.

"Tsk, the painting is crooked."

He rubbed his fingertips slightly in front of her, and lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Didn't you just ask you not to be obedient, huh?"

Su Qiuge frowned, then whispered, "Where am I going..."

She said dullly, "Maybe you did it on purpose."

This person is so unkind, which makes people feel uneasy.

I thought Xie Xinglin would deny it, but who knew he smiled casually, "Well, I did it on purpose."

He wiped the corners of his mouth with his thumb covered with lipstick, bringing out a faint redness, and raised his eyes to look at her, "So, do you want to get back in revenge? Huh?"

He stared at him so straightforwardly, Su Qiuge felt a little hot inside, and the temperature on the surface rose. She lowered her head and began to wear leather shoes. These small leather shoes are of a more delicate style. There are many buttons, and there is a bow tie on the top.

At this moment, she just wanted to go out quickly, her movements were very flustered, and she didn't get it right after several fiddling.

She wanted to conceal her tension at the moment, but the more she did this, the more chaotic her hand movements became. The bow was not fixed, and it almost became a dead knot.

Feeling the gaze staring at her from her back, her eyes were red with anxiety, and his smirk came in her ears.

"Tsk, really stupid."

Immediately afterwards, she saw the man kneeling on one knee in front of her, with one hand under the sole of her foot, as if holding something fragile.

She was wearing white pantyhose, and the small piece was enveloped by his slender fingers.

He just couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to take the initiative to help her.

But Su Qiuge didn't know if he was thinking too much, he always felt that this person was not intending to use his slender fingers to finger her.

The palms of the feet seemed to be fluttered by feathers.

She curled her toes slightly, feeling that there was a fire burning wherever he touched.

His movements are not hurried or slow, and the burgundy satin ribbon shuttles back and forth between his fingers, and the glamorous and beautiful colors set his knuckles like jade.

After the ribbon was tied, Su Qiuge quickly stood up.

Because her face was shamelessly red, she urgently needed to go out and get some air.

She quickly said "Thank you" in a low voice, and when she was about to leave, Xie Xinglin said in a low voice, "I helped you, do you want to be courteous?"

Su Qiuge:?

He curled his eyebrows, his slender index finger nodded the unfastened collar hung on his collar, took out the bow tie from his pocket, and looked up at her as if he was suggesting something.

Su Qiuge was not reluctant, but worried that if he stayed with him, he would have the same nosebleed condition as last week.

"You... don't you know it yourself?"

Xie Xinglin lowered his eyes to look at her, and then approached. As he walked, he slowly put his bow tie around his neck.

When he walked over, his Adam’s apple rolled up and down, and then he whispered, "Well, no."

The tone was slightly lowered, as if deliberately pretending to be pathetic, but he betrayed him carelessly.

"You help me."

Su Qiuge took a step back, pressing her back against the door behind her. She watched him getting closer and closer, and swallowed slightly, "You, don't lean in anymore, I will help you, I will help you. ..."

Xie Xinglin twitched the corner of his mouth and seemed to smile.

Stopped in place and didn't approach her anymore.

She hesitated for a while, then stretched out her hand to cover his bow tie, shaking her hand as she went around, she never looked at him, but tied the bow tie very seriously.

Xie Xinglin looked down at her seriously.

When she doesn't wear makeup on weekdays, her lip color is very light, which makes her look lovely.

But at this time, her lips were covered with bright red, and the corners of her mouth still carried a little mark that he had just rubbed out with his thumb.

This pitiful look, coupled with the restrained expression on her face, seemed as if someone had bitten the corner of her mouth with his teeth.

Thinking of this, Xie Xinglin suddenly felt a bit dry in his throat.

Su Qiuge finally tied his bow tie, and when he raised his eyes to look at him, he ran into his undisguised eyes.

The boy lowered his head, the light in his eyes was a little dark, and the emotions that settled in his black pupils had a strong sense of aggression.

He stared directly at her lips, and said dumbly, "This lipstick looks good."

Su Qiuge:?

Then, like a humble student asking the teacher seriously, he tidied his bow tie slightly, approached her, and whispered, "Can I taste it?"