The backstage was crowded with people, and Luo Ning did not see the entertainment committee member when she was taken over.

The girl who led the way said apologetically: "They went to the bathroom to change clothes and put on makeup. They waited for a long time. Otherwise, you can stand here first and be close to the rostrum, so you can watch the performance."

Luo Ning had no objection and asked again: "Where is the sign I want to raise? Where will I stand later? Can you tell me first? I am afraid that something will happen to you."

The girl was stunned, her expression was a little stiff: "Just stand behind them, I'll bring you the sign later, you can wait here."

Luo Ning nodded and found a corner to wait.

There are 30 classes in the whole grade, and the order of the program is disordered. Luo Ning didn't know that Class 5 of the second year of high school ranked sixth, so she still didn't see the entertainment committee member coming after waiting for half an hour, so she was not in a hurry.

Until the head of the student union came to the backstage and called out.

"Are the people from Class 5, Grade 2, are there?"

Luo Ning responded: "It's here."

"Oh! It's time for you, hurry up and prepare." The man glanced at Luo Ning, and saw that she was wearing a school uniform and down jacket, and his brows immediately frowned, "You're on stage like this?"

Everyone in the backstage changed into performance costumes, and the junior high school girl in the first year of high school even rented cosplay clothes, and was bare-armed and thighs in December when the cold weather was cold. She was very dedicated.

On the other hand, Luo Ning thought she was here to do errands if she didn't know.

A sight came, Luo Ning looked down at her bulky coat, thinking that she was just here to hold a sign and make a soy sauce, but the person in charge pulled her to the side and scolded her: "The school leaders are here today, and you still have to take a camera! What do you mean when you dress like this? At least take off your coat, and wearing a school uniform is more formal than now."

Luo Ning felt it was reasonable, so she took off her coat and hung it on the clothes hanger as she said.

The person in charge still looked dissatisfied and pointed at her and told her again: "Don't stay here. Come with me and wait on the rostrum. I'll tell you to go up quickly and don't delay the following programs. Every class comes with time. Do you know?"

Luo Ning nodded repeatedly and followed the other party out.

She looked at the entrance of the playground. She didn't see the entertainment committee member coming. She was a little anxious and took out her mobile phone @ the entertainment committee member-

Luo Ning: It’s almost time for our class, aren’t you here?

After a while, I finally waited for the reply-

Entertainment Committee Member: What are you talking about, Student Committee?

Luo Ning: Are you going to perform a sketch? It’s time for us next time. Have you changed your clothes?

Entertainment Committee Member: What are you talking about? What sketch? Student Committee Member are you too nervous?

Luo Ning was confused, and the people on the stage were already over.

She typing into the dialog box in panic. Before she finished her sentence, the person in charge scolded her and pushed her to the rostrum: "Put your phone away! It's your turn!"

"Wait! My classmate hasn't come yet!" She was forced to step onto the steps, turned her head and explained anxiously, "Can you slow down for a few minutes?"

"What are you doing? Isn't your class solo?" The person in charge took the program to her and shook his eyes. "You see clearly, Luo Ning, a second-year senior high school student, said in a solo!"

"What?"

Before Luo Ning could see clearly, the host's voice exploded in the speaker: "Next, I'll invite Luo Ning, Class 5, Grade 2, to perform a solo..." His words paused, as if he was shocked, "... "The Most Displeasant National Style"!"

As soon as these words came out, a burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the audience.

At the same time, Luo Ning was also stuffed into the microphone by the person in charge and pushed the rostrum.

It seemed as if I had stepped into the black abyss. After a brief deafness, there was a huge roar, accompanied by malicious ridicule, overwhelmingly...

Luo Ning ran away in the same place for a minute. She couldn't see the unhappy expression of the school leaders in the first row, the different expressions from the audience, and the person in charge shouting.

Her world is gone and is slowly obscured by ink-like darkness...

——"What did you say? Didn't perform well?!"

——"Bad! Did you sing with your heart?!"

——"What's the use of spending so much money to train you!"

——"Get out! You are such a shameful thing!"

In the children's competition venue, parents who always want their children to become successful. Luo Ning stood in front of Jiang Shu with her head down, her eyes were already crying red, but she still did not stop scolding.

"Mom, I'm sorry..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slap came over and his little face swollen and high in an instant.

The parents on the side watched and taught their children a lesson—“Look! If you don’t obey, you will be beaten!”

Jiang Shu was so angry that she trained her to sing since she was five years old. In the end, she ended up like this! For this children's singing selection competition, she was busy for several months, and she bought clothes and had 1-on-1 training. Unexpectedly, she was given the words "I didn't perform well"!

"You're just a little unreliable! Don't follow me! Get out of your clothes and shoes and change them!"

Jiang Shu threw the thing on Luo Ning in anger, turned around and left.

Luo Ning hurriedly picked up the thing and chased after him, but saw that Jiang Shu had already driven away.

The strange streets, the ridicule around them, the frustrated self-esteem, every minute and every second are like a long sentence. She sat on the side of the road and didn't dare to go anywhere, afraid that Jiang Shu would not find her when she came back, and even more afraid that Jiang Shu would never come to find her again.

As the sky gradually darkened, the contestants and parents had already left clean, and the security room windows were lit with pale lights, which was so cold that they were so cold.

Luo Ning curled herself into a ball, as if this would make her feel more secure...

...

After finishing work, Luo Hongzhi returned home. When he learned that his wife was angry, he threw her daughter in the competition venue and rushed over.

He found the little Luo Ning next to the flower bed-

She was wearing a beautiful princess dress, but her knees were covered in brown blood. The ribbons tied to her ponytails had long been loose, and her hair was messy, like a dirty doll.

"Lylen." He called out.

The girl holding her knees suddenly raised her little face, happy and scared, her voice cried and begged flatteringly: "Dad, I will sing well next time, don't leave Luo Ning..."

The neon lights in the night are flickering, like dazzling light on the stage, but Luo Ning no longer wants to bathe in such lights...

...

"Sing! The most dazzling style of the family! Why don't you sing? You're dumb?"

"Is she stupid? This?"

"Has you been fooled? Didn't you see that she was confused?"

There was a lot of discussion and riots began to occur in the audience.

Bo Qiancheng had already set up a SLR and was about to take some beautiful photos of his wife, but she was embarrassed.

She said it was a sketch...

He glanced around with a stern expression and glanced at the entertainment committee members and laughed in a group of laughter. He immediately realized, Damn! These goblins were doing something wrong again!

He had no time to settle the score with them, put down the SLR, and suddenly stood up.

"Boss, where are you going?"

Without looking back, he crossed the crowd and threw two words: "Save the scene!"

The tall figure passed through most of the playground as if no one was around, and rushed to the rostrum with great strides.

...

Luo Ning was still stiff, her palm holding the microphone was sweating, and she slipped through her heart stickyly, making her mind so confused that she could not think.

The people in the audience were still yelling, "Sing! Sing quickly! Why don't you sing!"

She wanted to escape, but her legs were so weak that she could not move at all.

Bo Qiancheng's voice came through the crowd-

"Fat ball!"

"What's wrong with you, Fat Ball?"

"Fat ball, come down!"

The pair of eyes that lost their focal length slowly moved towards the owner of the sound. The water filled the water, but it was a sense of warmth.

Luo Ning said with a pale face and said tremblingly: "Silly, I didn't report to sing solo..."

Of course he knows!

Bo Qiancheng walked to the steps, handed it on his hands, and said in a comforting manner: "Come down! I'll take you to settle the score with them!"

Song Yang's voice also sounded at this moment, revealing an unhidden anxiety: "What's going on? Luo Ning, why don't you sing after signing up? Do you mean to lose face in our class?"

Luo Ning: "I didn't sign up."

Bo Qiancheng: "It's all her business! Didn't you see that she was being messed with?"

Seeing the faces of the school leaders, Song Yang's head was wide: "Forget it, don't embarrass you, hurry up and get down!"

"I'm embarrassed?" Bo Qiancheng paused when he heard this, his hands were hung in the air for a moment, and he took them back.

It was clearly those goblins who were looking for trouble, so why did they push all the mistakes on Luo Ning?!

His face sank, and his phoenix eyes showed a cold dark color. He pulled the corners of his lips and brought out a sarcasm, "Song Yang, you're just a fucking blind man."

"Bo Qiancheng! Don't make trouble here, hurry up and come down for me! Luo Ning! So are you! Didn't you hear it?" Song Yang just wanted to end the farce quickly. As for everything else, he was in the mood to pay attention.

Luo Ning moved forward and was stopped by Bo Qiancheng.
To be continued...