In the blink of an eye, it was already noon in a high school in Shanghai.
In the male dormitory, the five of them were about to start a game.
"Liu Xing, it's Chinese Valentine's Day today. Aren't you going to confess to your goddess?”
"Hey, stop talking. Let's play games.”
Liu Xing shook his head. Of course he wanted to confess, but he couldn't muster the courage.
At this time, his roommates began to discuss. Liu Xing had to put on his earphones.
After the game started, everyone quieted down and focused on playing the game.
"F * ck, who's on the top lane? Even the tower has been destroyed!”
Then, his roommates complained, but Liu Xing was still sitting in his seat, playing Ye Chen's newly released "Confession balloon" through his earphones.
For some reason, after Liu Xing heard this song, he felt like he was struck by lightning and his whole body became numb.
It reminded him of his goddess. If he didn't confess now, when would he wait?
At this time, Liu Xing slowly put down his earphones.
"Liu Xing, where are you going?"
His roommates stood up and shouted at Liu Xing who was running in the corridor.
"Confess!"
After that, Liu Xing disappeared from the building. His roommates thought that Liu Xing had gone crazy.
Until they heard the song playing on Liu Xing's computer.
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Elsewhere, because it was the Qixi Festival today, Xiaofang stayed at home obediently to avoid unnecessary dog food.
She, who usually liked listening to music, clicked on the website of the Shanghai Music Competition.
This place was filled with original songs by singers, and it was also good news for music fans.
At this moment, a very cheerful piano tune entered Xiaofang's ears.
It was very elegant and had a cheerful melody, making people feel much better.
"Coffee on the left bank of the Seine.”
"I'll drink a cup in my hand and taste your beauty.”
"Lip marks on the lips ~~"
A gentle and magnetic voice was heard, causing Xiaofang to sink into it deeply, as if a singer was singing to herself.
At this moment, Xiaofang's heartbeat quickened, and her head could not help but beat along with the melody of the music.
He did not expect that a love song could be sung so happily. It made him feel good.
Xiaofang was deeply attracted by the voice of this song and couldn't wait to click on the singer's profile picture.
However, he soon realized that the owner of the song had no name or photo. All he left behind was a simple English letter 'Y'.
Xiaofang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but she still voted for 'Y' without hesitation.
He even shared the song on his WeChat Moments.
.......
"The city's music competition has officially started. Next up is the best song of the day,'Confession balloon'."
At the entrance of Shanghai, a man was driving, and a cheerful melody was playing on the radio.
"Create a romantic date. Don't be afraid of messing everything up. With you, I'll have the whole world ~"
"My dear, from the day I fell in love with you, it was very sweet.”
"Darling, don't be willful. Your eyes are saying that I'm willing.”
Hearing this, the originally cheerful song couldn't help but make the girl sitting in the passenger seat in the car.
She and her boyfriend had been working hard in Shanghai for five years. From the initial enthusiasm to the current simple meals, they played with their phones almost every day when they went home.
They didn't even go on dates, let alone romantic trips.
Because of the pressure of life, her boyfriend had not proposed to her yet.
She was getting older by the year, but her boyfriend had yet to make a move, making her very anxious.
At this moment, the man also noticed that his crying girlfriend was looking at her guiltily as if she wanted to say something.
"Dear, we... Get married!"
The man finally said this sentence. He had been busy with work all these years, hoping to have a better future.
However, he completely forgot that there was someone waiting for him behind him.
Almost all of China was infected by this song. Countless people gathered their courage to confess their love.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。