Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Sunday, 8:15 a.m.

Gongyuanqianggen Street, Tang Yisheng's home.

"Old Tang, hurry up, or we'll start."

The fat man stood in the living room, urging them anxiously.

Today is the preliminary round of the "Lizhi Voice" singing competition held by Lizhi Sound Audio Co., Ltd. on Shunjing Street. The registration fee is 20 yuan, and the third place winner will receive a prize of 300 yuan.

With a 15-fold output ratio, one can also showcase their singing talent and even have the opportunity to perform on a larger stage and shine on television programs.

Participants flocked to the event.

The provincial experimental school has arts and sports classes, and also has many young men and women who have received professional training since childhood.

There has never been a shortage of people who dream of showing off.

The reason why Fatty responded so enthusiastically was not because of himself, but because Jiang Ruoxi also signed up to participate.

As for how the fat man knew, Tang Yisheng was neither curious nor interested in asking.

Out of consideration for the fat man's generosity and willingness to support him with his own money and carriages, Tang Yisheng reluctantly agreed to accompany him.

He wanted to be there as a foil, and also to see if he could have a chance to get in touch with Zhang Lei.

After being reborn, Tang Yisheng was still unable to have a second intimate encounter with Zhang Lei outside of school, which was a bit of a regret.

There's a good chance I'll have to pamper myself today, right?

That fatso is unkempt and doesn't understand the principle that one must be strong to succeed.

When you're young, your clothes should be eye-catching and stylish; when you're older, they should reflect your taste and wealth.

This is an eternal and unchanging truth about life.

Go north out of the alley from Gongyuanqianggen Street, then turn right and walk through the old East Gate. At the intersection of Lishan Road, go south for more than 400 meters. On the east side of the road is the old Lishan Theater, which was also the venue for singing competitions.

When Tang Yisheng and Fatty arrived, there were hardly any people crowding around the entrance anymore.

"It must have started inside. I haven't cheered Jiang Ruoxi and the others on yet."

The fat man only cares about Jiang Ruoxi; the so-called "them" are all subordinates.

Tang Yisheng understood.

"Stop babbling, or you'll probably finish singing before we know it."

In fact, Kaimenhong would never choose a pretty female student like Jiang Ruoxi.

This is a template for organizing competitions.

Beautiful girls, whether old or young, are an indispensable diversion in the judges' tedious scoring process.

Just like coffee and strong tea when you're feeling sleepy, it's impossible to arrange it from the very beginning.

One plus ten, ten plus a hundred, a hundred plus a thousand, a million, you plus me, me plus you, our hearts are connected...

The two entered the theater, and then, for some unknown number, a male contestant sang the chorus.

This is an inspirational song that became popular on the streets last year.

Tang Yisheng detected a strong retro, popular flavor in the accent.

The fat man's eyes darted around, searching everywhere. He was indifferent to music and didn't care whether the singers on stage were good or bad. Tang Yisheng even suspected that he hadn't listened at all.

I was young and loved to chase my dreams.

All I want to do is fly forward.

Traveling across thousands of mountains and rivers...

Not long after Tang Yisheng sat down, he heard Andy Lau's "Forget Love Potion".

He felt the singing face was somewhat familiar, and it took several tugs from the fat man to bring him back from his craning neck.

"Hey, who's singing up there?"

"Damn, Ms. Fan, you've forgotten? She was our music teacher back in junior high!"

Tang Yisheng suddenly realized.

It seems that this person had repeatedly tricked himself into taking the special talent exam for high school, but what did he actually sing?

Oh, right.

The sun rises over the grassland, never setting.

too long.

The old things can all be called "old stories".

Of course, Tang Yisheng, who was raised in a privileged family, had excellent grades at the time and failed to live up to the expectations of his mentor, Teacher Fan.

Contestant number 11 takes the stage.

There was a slight commotion in the audience.

The girl who stepped onto the stage was icy cold, as if she had instantly raised the brightness of the theater stage by five points.

Song Junying has also signed up for the singing competition?

Yes, she's in a music specialty class, and her major is vocal music.

Tang Yisheng pursed his lips.

He gazed at the pretty girl on stage, slightly nervous as she held the microphone, and a profound truth instantly flashed into his mind:

She could easily win people over with her looks, but she insists on relying on her talent.

Song Junying sang a popular classic song called "A Thousand Songs".

The lyrics in Cantonese are sung in Mandarin, which feels a little awkward.

However, its merits outweigh its flaws.

Because Song Jun-young is so beautiful, her image is absolutely stunning and appeals to men, women, young and old alike.

The fat man finally quieted down for a little while.

It wasn't because of Song Junying's singing, but because after Song Junying, all the students who went on stage were from the Provincial Experimental High School.

Jiang Ruoxi was also involved.

She was wearing a beige dress, with light makeup on her small, oval face, and singing a song called "Falling in Love with Someone Who Never Comes Home" (a song she called "Pretending to Be Sad").

She completely bewitched the fat man, stealing his soul and heart.

With this mindset and this talent—who else could be a sycophant but a sycophant!

"Fatty, let's go."

There were still three or five contestants who hadn't yet performed, but the students from the Provincial Experimental High School had all finished their songs and were now sitting in a corner where the contestants were gathered below the stage.

Tang Yisheng calculated the time and decided it was time to leave.

Just two minutes after they entered, someone bent down and darted out from the right corner.

Tang Yisheng glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and immediately recognized him as Cui Rui, Duan Xueyou's lackey.

Fortunately, Tang Yisheng had the money he had prepared with him, so he wasn't entirely unprepared.

"Wait a minute, Lao Tang, they're all over there. Should we go over and say hello?"

The fat man still longed for Jiang Ruoxi.

She probably wanted the other person to know that she had actually come to cheer her on.

"I spotted you when Jiang Ruoxi was singing, you're quite a size."

"real?"

"Don't worry, it's absolutely genuine."

"Well, there's no need to rush. We can leave together later. Your sister is with us too..."

The fat man instinctively shut his mouth.

He's actually quite tight-lipped, but he occasionally slips up when it comes to Jiang Ruoxi.

"Did you bring your IC card?"

Tang Yisheng asked.

Before heading out, make sure there are enough supplies.

"I brought it."

The fat man's mind and eyes were still on the right front, so he replied casually.

"Is there still money inside?"

"There should be about ten yuan. What's up? You need some?"

"I just saw Cui Ruimao go out; he's probably going to inform someone."

"Holy crap!"

The fat man snapped to attention and finally realized what was happening.

"Then, then we, I, I..."

"Stay away from them. Remember, if I get into a fight with them, call the police immediately. Make sure you make it sound serious so the police can get here quickly."

The fat man was honest and timid. In the decades since the two met, he had never fought with anyone.

Tang Yisheng knew the fat man's character and had no intention of making things difficult for him.

But the fat man is an indispensable part of Tang Yisheng's plan.

They are witnesses and key personnel responsible for reporting to the police.

"Oh, I knew there was blood."

The fat man thought for a moment: "Old Tang, what I'm saying doesn't count as filing a false report, does it?"

"No, absolutely not."

Tang Yisheng patted the fat man on the shoulder.

If you didn't lie, how could it be a false report?

Because bloodshed is inevitable today.

Tang Yisheng was fully prepared mentally, as long as a conflict was about to break out.

At the very least, you'd get a nosebleed.

Whether it's your own or your rival's.