Reborn As the Ex-wife of the Paranoid Male Lead

The host asked Annie to leave the stage and replaced her with Jian Shiwu.

The school had prepared a large screen for the stage to ensure that students who were far away could see his face clearly.

As the daylight was a little harsh, Jian squinted his big eyes and showed a sweet smile with his little tiger teeth showing: "Hello everyone, I'm Jian, and the song I'm going to sing is 'My Future Is Not A Dream'".

Applause erupted from the stage.

Jian Shiwu cleared his throat and waited for the music to start, but he waited quietly for a while but the sound still did not start, which was not normal. Because it was a bit unnaturally quiet, there were already a lot of curious students looking at each other, noisy with discussion.

Jian whispered to the back of the room and asked, "What's wrong?"

The staff on stage looked anxiously at the sound: "Strange, why is there no response, where is the electricity?"

Although some of the students didn't understand what was going on, Shen Cheng, who had been watching, understood that there was probably something wrong with the machine or something when he noticed Jian Shiwu looking towards the broadcaster.

Shen Cheng immediately stood up and walked backstage.

Lui Heng was startled and exclaimed, "Where are you going, class rep?"

Qiao An gave him a hand and smiled, "Don't worry, he knows what he’s doing."

During the centenary celebration of their school, someone maliciously hacked the backend of the school, but their luck was bad. At that time, the backend program happened to be written by Shen Cheng, and the other party was a little-known hacker. They were found out in half a minute, and their addresses were located.

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On the other side, it has been half a minute since the next performance. Because the sound was still not repaired, the host under the stage had to inform Jian Shiwu and said, "If you can't do it, you sing acappella, can you, will it be difficult?"

In fact, the host also knew that many people have to rely on the accompaniment to bring out their feelings, and also to remember the lyrics a little bit, clear singing has a lot of psychological pressure, in addition, without the accompaniment, the stage effect may not be so good.

Annie, who was standing backstage, also noticed this, and leaned against the railing to look at Jian with a satisfied smile. After coming to China, she had great doubts about herself and began to be unsure of herself. She didn't understand how Jian could be happy all the time, when he was clearly not as good as herself.

Seeing the frowning man on the stage, Anne's heart instantly loosened up.

See, you don't have everything going your way, you've tasted my pain and sadness too haven't you, you're finally not smiling.

But just when the crowd thought it was a foregone conclusion, Jian Shiwu on stage discovered a new world and said to the staff behind him, "Hello, which program is that piano from?"

The sound engineer said, "It's for the next program."

"Can I use it for a moment?"

"Do you know how to play it? Of course you can."

Jian smiled, "I play it so-so, but I know a bit."

When he was young he was naughty and didn't like to learn to play instruments, but because Zhen Meilie was always playing, he naturally knew how to do it after watching a lot.

Later on, he felt that if he wanted to enter the entertainment industry in the future, he would need to have a skill, so he started to learn musical instruments intentionally from middle school to develop his hobby.

As the students on stage thought there had been an accident, a piano was lifted onto the stage.

Jian Shiwu stood in front of the piano and bowed graciously to the large crowd, the teenager in a suit bent over and settled gracefully. The connection for the sound accompaniment was broken, but the amplifier was a separate device that was not broken, the first piano note fell, the whole room fell abruptly quiet.

Elegant, mellow piano tones flowed from those slender fingertips, Jian’s voice clean and pure as he sang in a low voice:

"Are you like me bowing my head in the sun, sweating and toiling silently..."

Under the azure sky, the fair-skinned teenager in a black high-fashion suit left the audience with a beautiful and gentle side face.

"Are you like me busy pursuing all day, wandering the cross streets one at a time..."

Everyone was looking up at the teenager on stage, the sunlight was pouring down on him, obviously there was no spotlight, but the light seemed to be only on him, they could only see him, that teenager was like the place of light, when he opened his mouth to sing, he was the white moon.

Jian’s voice was infectious, and by the time he reached the climax, some of the students were humming along with him.

"I know that my future is not a dream I live every minute carefully ..."

When Shen Cheng came to the stage, the song was already nearing its end, and many students backstage were watching the person on stage performing, and some were even more arrogant taking photos and recording with their mobile phones, and even gave up a position when they saw Shen Cheng coming: "Brother, it's right for you to come to me, I have a clear shot here."

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Shen Cheng gave him a cool look.

The boy even showed off to Shen Cheng: "Look at my him, doesn’t he look good?"

The teenager on the photo had handsome eyes, and his red lips were slightly open when he bowed his head and played the piano seriously and sang, he looked like a beautiful painting that made people's hearts flutter.

"Hey, I want it as my phone wallpaper." The boy said smugly, "I will look at it every day, I like him so much, what, are you here to photograph the senior too? It's a bit late bro."

Shen Cheng narrowed his eyes, he looked at Joan Shiwu's photos others had on their phone, his eyes deepened, he whispered, "Without permission you may not use for self portraits. Documentary photography is for exhibition and use."

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The boy looked at Shen Cheng with a dumbfounded expression, "You, you… ah, what does it matter to you?"

There was thunderous applause from the stage as Jian Shiwu, who had finished his performance, came off the stage, a little out of breath, and as soon as he came down the steps he saw Shen Cheng and subconsciously revealed a smile, "Shen Cheng!"

Shen Cheng looked up at him.

The bright teenager trotted towards him, his eyes were clear with joy as he looked at him with arched eyebrows and said, "Did you hear me sing?"

Shen Cheng nodded his head; "Mm."

"Hehehe." JianShiwu was a little shy, the make-up artist over there shouted at him to get some water, he said to Shen Cheng, "Then you wait here for a while oh, I'll be right back."

Shen Cheng didn't let him go: "Wait."

Jian Shiwu stopped in his tracks and looked at him with some curiosity.

Shen Cheng took out a clean silk handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Jane Shiwu, saying in a light voice: "You're sweating, wipe your face clean."

What?

Jian Shiwu took it naturally and wiped his forehead haphazardly, muttering nervously, "It's too sunny on the stage, I really shouldn't have worn a black suit."

Shen Cheng's eyes crossed a smile, he didn’t know when it started, but s long as he was by this boy’s side, even listening to him say some boring things, would make him happy. He wanted to stay by his side all the time, even if he could only watch quietly like this.

Jian Shiwu finished wiping her forehead and jogged away, "I'll go first then."

Shen Cheng: "Hm."

When Jian Shiwu left, the boy next to him was already dumbfounded, he stiffly turned his head to look at Shen Cheng, stammering: "Yes, sorry, I'll delete it right away."

Shen Cheng: "Wait."

What?

Shen Cheng's face was expressionless: "The data can be recovered, give me your SD card and I will give you money to buy a new one."

The little boy refused without thinking: "I don't want it, what can you do to me ......"

The teenager standing in front of him gave him a sideways glance, Shen Cheng's cold face did not have any extra expression, he did not even put his hands together to blackmail, the tone of his voice was also elegant and calm, even as he spoke to himself the corners of his mouth curled up in a cool smile: "If I were you, I would accept, after all, at least for now it's just replacement of a card. "

Clearly Shen Cheng did not threaten him much, but the boy felt his life line shake, he hurriedly took the card out to Shen Cheng, even declined the money stuffed it to him and ran away: "Here!"

Shen Cheng looked at the black memory card in his hand and stared in silence for a while.

From behind came Jian Shiwu's voice, with a bit of confusion: "Class rep?"

Shen Cheng turned to look at him.

"What were you guys talking about?" Jian Shiwu was holding a bottle of water and said curiously, "I think I just saw him give you something, what is it?"

A small card was held in the palm of his hand, its weight and presence almost negligible.

But it felt so heavy, like a mountain pressing down on the heart, seemingly silently reminding, mockingly saying.

Look, Shen Cheng, what a despicable person you are.

Shen Cheng looked at Jian Shiwu from above, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked into a smile: "It's nothing, it's not something important."

But if he was not despicable, how could he get what he wants.