Chapter 111: Invitation

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Invitation On second thought, finding Huang Jingping is really a good choice, or you can say it is a guarantee. After all, she is a beauty, and she can get preferential treatment at any time. Even if she doesn't sing well, she can make up for it with her appearance.

Seeing as she is a beauty, the students below will not boo her, they will at least applaud. No matter how bad she is, she will not be embarrassed.

But for this matter, I have to go ask Xiao Zhijie first. Although he and Zhang Qiuling are getting along well now, who says he has let go of Huang Jingping?

He's a young man, and all young men have a fragile heart of glass. Besides, he's eating out of one bowl and looking at the other, and he feels justified.

As his best friend, if Feng Yiping goes to see Huang Jingping without his consent, Xiao Zhijie will definitely feel betrayed, and his heart may crack and shatter into eight pieces.

Winter in the mountains is like this: most of the time there is no sun and it is always gloomy. The cold wind whistles through the mountain pass behind the school, and when it passes by the pond next to it, the cold wind is chilled by the ice, adding an extra layer of cold. When it blows on your face, it really is bone-chilling!

On the way to the canteen, everyone walked sideways. After getting their meals, many people still tucked them into their clothes, otherwise, before you finish eating, there won't be much heat left in it.

Unfortunately, Wang Yumin had already forbidden Feng Yiping and Teacher Zhu to study art and music, and he could no longer go to her house to bask in the warmth. Besides, Teacher Zhu, a middle-aged man definitely in menopause, still couldn't get over Feng Yiping's careless words. Even if he went there with a thick face, the nagging resentment would not be much warmer than the cold wind.

So, he might as well suffer in the classroom!

So, on a winter day like this, if the sun suddenly comes out, it's like after a summer rain, when you suddenly see a rainbow. Everyone's mood will suddenly become a little more beautiful for no reason.

Feng Yiping picked one such beautiful and warm day and said to Xiao Zhijie, who was leaning against the water tower and happily basking in the sun, 'With your help, your family's Zhang Qiuling definitely wants me to put on a show. I can't do it alone, no matter what. To avoid embarrassing myself, I have no choice but to go to your other crush for help. Do you mind?'

'What do you mean by 'another one of your favourites'? What did you say?' Xiao Zhijie was a little embarrassed after hearing what he had said earlier.

'Are there more than one of your favourites?' Wang Changning teased from the side.

'Why don't you ask Hu Junting?' Xiao Zhijie gave Wang Changning a slap.

Feng Yiping glared at him in annoyance. He would rather hide than approach him, let alone get close to him.

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'Wang Jie's 'Prayer', a duet for male and female.'

'Then go find her yourself, why tell me?' Xiao Zhijie said.

From last year to the present, Xiao Zhijie knew that Feng Yiping had received notes from many girls, and he had not seen him get close to one. Although he had seen other boys get close to Huang Jingping for whatever reason, he inevitably had some resentment in his heart, but he really didn't worry about Feng Yiping.

Didn't he go to the county competition with Zhang Qiuling and then even help her get her revenge? Such a good friend, there's no need to worry about him having other intentions.

'Don't worry, I won't lay a finger on her,' Feng Yiping said with a smile, patting Xiao Zhijie on the shoulder.

'Go, I don't know what you're talking about.'

'Haha, then let's go ask Zhang Qiuling later,' Wang Changning always teased Xiao Zhijie about this.

Before the evening study session, Feng Yiping sat down in the row of seats in front of Huang Jingping, and through the short wall of books, he met Huang Jingping's somewhat confused, slightly shy, and somewhat flustered eyes.

'Hey, Huang, can you help me?' Feng Yiping said, leaning his head on the wall of books on Huang Jingping's desk and smiling at her.

Wang Jinju, who was standing nearby, immediately came over and said, 'Oh, Feng Daanren, there's something you can't handle, and you actually need our help?'

She put her arms around Huang Jingping's shoulders and whispered in her ear, 'You have to be careful. Everyone knows Feng Yiping has a mind of his own, so don't let him take advantage of you.'

This kind of concern seemed to go beyond the bond of best friends. If Feng Yiping didn't know about the friendship between female classmates, he would really have to think about whether Wang Jinju had some lesbian tendencies.

In fact, this is very normal. The best friends of pretty girls are also their physical firewalls. Those members of the opposite sex she doesn't like usually stop in front of this firewall.

'Classmate Wang, please speak clearly, will you? When did I ever trick anyone? Besides, it's possible to trick other people, but when it comes to pretty girls like you, who would have the heart to trick them?'

'Hee hee,' Feng Yiping's words made Wang Jinju feel good, but she didn't let him off the hook, "the more you speak nicely, the more you have to be careful.'

'Jinju," Huang Jingping gave her a gentle tap and brushed her short hair, 'what is it? You know, I may not be able to help.'

Feng Yiping then told her the reason, and after listening, Huang Jingping hurriedly backed away and shook her little hands, 'No, I can't do it, I can't sing, I can't help you.'

'No, you'll see, that song is very simple, and you have such a sweet voice, you'll sound good singing anything. Besides, with your looks, just stand on stage, who wouldn't have their eyes light up and applaud? Believe in yourself, you can do it!' Feng Yiping made a fist in his right hand and waved it in the air.

Such straightforward praise in front of her face is probably something no boy her age has said to her in the past two years. Huang Jingping blushed like an apple and said angrily, 'Feng Yiping, what are you talking about? You're treating me like a monkey, aren't you? What do you mean, as soon as she gets on stage, everyone's eyes light up and they applaud and cheer?'

Wang Jinju laughed and whispered in Huang Jingping's ear, "Look at the way he was just now, doesn't he look like Wolf Granny?'

'Haha," the two girls laughed together.

Feng Yiping tried to persuade her for a long time with his three-inch-long tongue, but Huang Jingping just wouldn't relent. His wishful thinking had come to nothing, and he had failed!

As an old salesperson with more than ten years of sales experience, he was actually unable to persuade a girl. Feng Yiping decided to punish himself by going outside to get some cold air.

He had just got up and left in a dejected manner when Hu Junting happened to walk in, giving him a bright smile. Feng Yiping nodded at her, relieved that he hadn't caught her, otherwise it would have been even more troublesome.

This week was the time for the half-month holiday. After the students had all gone, Feng Yiping and the other two played table tennis at school for a while. Wang Changning was the best player, and neither Feng Yiping nor Xiao Zhijie could beat him. Watching Wang Changning strut around with his head held high as he kept winning, they both lost heart and didn't want to play anymore.

They consoled Xiao Zhijie, who was desperate to move in together, and watched him stride home, looking deliberately lonely, before Feng Yiping and the others set off back to the village on their bikes.

The street in the village was like a wind tunnel, and riding uphill into the wind was hard work. The wind was so strong it stung their faces, and the two of them pushed their bikes up the hill with difficulty.

Once they reached the top, the wind didn't let up, so they hunched their necks and pushed their bikes along the wall.

As they walked past a courtyard, Feng Yiping thought he heard someone calling his name. He looked around, but didn't see anyone, so he thought he must have heard wrong. He was about to walk on when Wang Changning pulled on the seat of his cart from behind, and nudged him towards the opposite side.

There was also an old-fashioned residential building opposite, with a mottled wall that revealed the red bricks inside. On this side of the corridor, a lattice of bricks had been built to let in light and air. Looking over at it now, it was dark inside.

Feng Yiping turned his head and looked at Wang Changning in puzzlement, who just smiled and didn't say anything.

Then they heard someone shouting from across the street, 'Feng Yiping,'

Feng Yiping turned his head and saw Huang Jingping standing in the doorway wearing a blue woolen hat and a white scarf, smiling brightly and looking over. 'Didn't you say you wanted to sing? Where's the tape?'