Don't even have a sense of existence?

Looking at Xiaoxue's bright smile, Zhang Kun was depressed for a moment.

However, playing piano music on the big stage? Zhang Kun immediately remembered the news he heard this morning.

The school is going to hold a Christmas party of the whole school. There should be 3,000 students in the entire school. So, performing a program in front of more than 3,000 audiences is not a small number.

However, Zhang Kun suddenly remembered that Zhou Yaqi had asked him in the morning if he wanted to participate in the Christmas party program. I remember that he seemed to refuse extremely firmly.

However, looking at Xiaoxue's expectant eyes, Zhang Kun still nodded to Xiaoxue.

"No problem, Xiaoxue, I'll take your entrustment!"

"I will find a big stage, and then there will be more than 3,000 audiences below to listen to Xiaoxue's piano sound, okay?"

"Sanqian?" Xiaoxue's mouth opened so wide, with a surprised look on her face.

"Brother Zhang Kun is really amazing!" Xiaoxue looked at Zhang Kun with admiration.

"Yeah, it's a must!" Zhang Kun nodded fiercely.

...

At this time, in Green Spring, Zhou Yaqi leaned against the foot of the bed and looked out at the sky outside through the window.

Zhou Yaqi was quietly in a daze. Suddenly, Zhou Yaqi sighed slowly, then looked up at the sky, where a bright moon hangs high.

"Dad Xu, Zhao Lina, Li Zhi, Ye Nantian..., does the ghost really exist?"

Regarding yesterday, Zhou Yaqi still felt like she was in a dream.

Zhang Kun’s abnormality, Zhou Yaqi had already heard about it when she was in her first year of high school, but, ghosts...

Is his life full of these?

The soul, the dead, helps all kinds of ghosts fulfill their unfulfilled wishes and then ascend to heaven.

But, isn’t Zhang Kun really afraid when dealing with ghosts every day?

For some reason, Zhang Kun's smiling face suddenly broke into his mind.

Zhou Yaqi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Zhang Kun seemed to like to laugh very much. Every time he saw it, he seemed to have a smile on his face.

Then, he shouldn't be afraid, otherwise he wouldn't be so happy and happy.

Moreover, I seemed to hear him complaining yesterday, and ghosts often came to him one after another, which made him run around and busy to fulfill the ghost's wishes.

But maybe even Zhang Kun himself didn't realize that he seemed to have become accustomed to such a life and even fell in love with these things?

Zhou Yaqi sighed, What does a ghost look like?

Zhou Yaqi stretched out her hand and grabbed the void in front of her, empty and nothing.

"Is this the same thing for ghosts? I'm so curious...!"

Zhou Yaqi suddenly chuckled. She was afraid of death yesterday, but now, Zhou Yaqi seems to have begun to accept the existence of ghosts slowly.

At this time, in a building opposite Zhou Yaqi, Liu Lingxu was sitting quietly on the balcony, and there was a small telescope on the coffee table.

Liu Lingxu gently put down the coffee in his hand, and a chuckled suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then turned to look at the bright moon in the sky.

...

The next day, Zhang Kun got up early, got dressed, washed, and turned on the TV.

"Good Xiaoxue, I'm watching TV at home today. Brother Zhang Kun went to school. Can you help Xiaoxue arrange the performance?"

Zhang Kun stood in front of Xiaoxue and whispered.

Xiaoxue nodded obediently: "Yes."

She was used to being alone at home before her lifetime. Although she has become a soul that can no longer play the piano, it is the same with TV.

Zhang Kun chuckled lightly and then went out. When passing by his sister Lixue's room, Xia Qiqi inside was obviously not getting up, but Zhang Kun shrugged indifferently.

Such a big man, he should be able to take care of himself. The old man said he asked me to help take care of him, but it was impossible for me to be responsible for eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

So Zhang Kun went to school without any psychological burden.

When she arrived at the classroom, Zhou Yaqi was rarely before Zhang Kun. At this time, she was looking at her sadly with a piece of paper.

The piece of paper says the program list she arranged yesterday and was temporarily reported in the class.

Well, five solos, two sketches, and one group dance…!

Five solos? Come on, these five are just a complete set of numbers, and they will definitely not be able to pass the school review. A party is up to three hours, and it also requires some leaders' speeches and hosting the program. The real performance time is estimated to be only two hours.

In 120 minutes, there are probably only more than twenty programs that can be played, and there can only be one or two solos.

There are so many classes in the school, so there are really not many people applying for solo performances. Therefore, if one of their five solos is passed, it will require the same luck as winning the lottery.

Moreover, as far as Zhou Yaqi knows, there is no solo in their class who can really make it.

Therefore, these five solos are almost negligible.

As for the two sketches, well, besides singing, there are probably the most programs in the whole school.

Moreover, Zhou Yaqi has already read the content of the two sketches.

Ordinary, boring, monotonous, insufficient jokes, empty content...

Well, there is no need to say anything more, the possibility that these two can pass is basically not high.

There was a group dance underneath him, and Zhou Yaqi felt relieved.

For group dance, other classes should have fewer reports on such performances. Compared with solos and sketches, the chances of passing through them should be much greater.

Moreover, the six female students who participated in the group dance were all beautiful. The most important thing is that they all participated in dance training, so Zhou Yaqi had great confidence in this program.

But being confident is a good thing, but Zhou Yaqi can't guarantee that she can pass absolutely, so just in case, Zhou Yaqi had no choice but to add a Taekwondo martial arts performance to the program list.

The martial arts trend of the Tenth Middle School is prevalent, and many people will be very interested in this aspect.

Moreover, Zhou Yaqi is not boasting about her popularity among the top ten. There is no need to brag about it. Zhou Yaqi is very confident. As long as she reports this program, the school reviews it will definitely pass.

So, no matter what, at least one program in the class can be performed, so that you can always watch it.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yaqi finally felt relieved. Otherwise, there would be no show in her class that could be on the stage, which would be somewhat of a shameful thing.
Chapter completed!