It was only three minutes later that the staff found the source of the power outage problem. It turned out that someone had pulled the switch off.

When the auditorium was regained its light, everyone forgot that the party was only halfway through and rushed forward.

When the spotlight was on the middle of the stage, I saw that the small stool in front of the piano was empty, and the performer had long disappeared.

Student Union members strive to stop the commotion and let everyone return to their seats to sit.

Liu Peilong looked back and saw Yuan Shuang wiping the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. He knew why, but he couldn't say it, because his emotions were almost the same as Yuan Shuang.

After a while, the host of the party Yan Luohan walked to the stage in dismay and smiled: "A great performance, perhaps this holy sound has tripped the ordinary power supply in the world. But I think everyone will never forget this dark ten minutes in the future. Please enjoy the sketch performance of the Broadcasting Academy, fireworks are strictly prohibited, please welcome."

Song Baojun left the auditorium alone, just looking for a place to restore his empty mood as soon as possible. His previous performance took almost all the secret energy.

On average, touching the keys twenty-five times per second, then one minute is 1,500 times, and ten minutes is 1,500 times. The ultra-high-intensity playing hurts the large area of ​​muscles in his fingers, arms, shoulders, back, and neck. Now his hands are soft and difficult to move.

The cell phone kept ringing, but he didn't want to answer at all, so he turned off the phone directly.

The open space outside the small door of the backstage of the auditorium was very quiet, and there were still vague shouting sounds coming from the auditorium.

Song Baojun walked to the lawn where the mountain bike was parked, took out a cigarette with trembling fingers, hoping to calm himself down as soon as possible.

The moonlight tonight is very bright, hanging in the air like a silver plate, and the light emitted is brighter than the dim street lights. The cool Mid-Autumn Festival breeze has begun to soak people's skin, blowing the surrounding tree crowns rustling, bringing the fragrance of night-coming plants planted at the door of the toilet in the distance.

Eight long figures suddenly dragged out under the moonlight and slowly approached Song Baojun.

The uniform dress, leather jacket, leather pants, leather boots, was so cold that it was the Iron and Steel Group led by Su Linheng.

Everyone's face contained a complex emotion, both resentment and provocation. Several of them were a little impressed, but under Su Linheng's leadership, they turned into hatred.

Eight people surrounded Song Baojun. Seeing that the other party was so weak that he was just recovering from a serious illness, Su Linheng smiled and said, "It seems that you won the bet. What do you think! We just want to teach you a lesson, don't hate me."

Under such circumstances, Song Baojun had no ability to fight against him. He pushed the car and planned to escape quickly, but after pushing it, he found that the car lock had not yet been opened.

The dog-headed military advisor danced with the baseball bat in his hand and said, "We turned off the auditorium switch. We originally wanted to cause trouble for you, but I didn't expect that you would not give you face, but the performance was so successful. Where did our team's face be put?"

The last time Xu Yanyong was sent to the hospital, his injuries shocked all witnesses. Everyone agreed that Song Baojun would fight, but the premise was that he was sneak attacking!

Otherwise, no one could explain why Song Baojun, who was 1.7 meters tall and weighed only more than 110 kilograms, knocked down Xu Yanyong, who was 1.85 meters tall and 170 kilograms.

Now that eight people deal with you alone, can you still attack? If eight people surround you, it will be difficult for you to fly!

As soon as he opened the chain of the car, Su Linheng stepped forward and kicked him hard, sneering: "No matter what, as long as the final score is released, I will give you the 100,000 yuan you should lose. But the premise is, do you know that you have to give up Guo Yuyan?"

Song Baojun staggered and almost fell down. He smiled reluctantly and said, "I want money, and people."

Su Linheng's face changed, and he grabbed Song Baojun's hair, but failed to catch it in a short stubble, and seemed not cool enough. He couldn't help but raise his hand and slapped him, saying, "Are I giving you face? One hundred thousand yuan is a lot for ordinary people. I hope you don't want to toast and not eat a fine."

"Brother Heng, why are you talking nonsense to him?" The dog-headed military advisor hit Song Baojun's back with a baseball bat and shouted: "It hurts to the point where he will know he is afraid!"

Song Baojun couldn't bear it and fell forward, calling for violent personality in his mind. However, his mind was empty and there was no response. He lost the support of his talent, philosophy, vulgarity, violence, and literature and art fell into a state of sleep one after another.

Su Linheng yelled: "Song Baojun! I'll ask again, let go of Guo Yuyan, will you agree??"

The dog-headed military advisor kicked Song Baojun in the stomach again, kicked him into the grass and rolled a few times, saying, "I will agree only if I hit him."

Song Baojun's stomach contracted violently, and he supported the grass with both hands, and spit out a pile of yellow gallbladder bitter water.

The others laughed and said, "Oh, where did you go just now? You also want money and people, you have a lot of appetite? You are spitting out now?"

The Dog-headed Military Advisor was full of hatred and shouted: "I hope you remember the lessons you have learned today and don't be so crazy in the future. There are so many talents at Chazhou University, it's not a big deal to mess with you."

Another man took out his cell phone and said, "We took the ugly look of him being beaten and posted it online, so that he could also exclaim all the students of the School of Mechanical Engineering."

Su Linheng quickly stopped the man and said, "Are you a pig's brain? You have to leave evidence for doing bad things? Such things can be just a fight, I will settle them in minutes. If they are spread online, how can it be so easy to deal with?"

The man put away his phone and smiled embarrassedly: "Yes, yes, or Brother Heng is considerate. Our main purpose today is to repair something that is not something!"

Song Baojun climbed to the side of the bicycle with both hands and feet, and was kicked by a dog-headed military advisor.

"Brother Heng, what should you do to convince the enemy?" The dog-headed military advisor shouted without waiting for Su Linheng to answer: "Song Baojun, kneel down! Kneel down! Kneel to grandpa and let you go, otherwise you will beat you out! Do you know what is the most effective at Chazhou University? Money and background! Our Brother Heng is definitely unimaginable. If you hit you half-death, the school will not ask about it at all."

Song Baojun wiped the brown liquid at the corner of his mouth and said sneeringly: "I remembered that the bet person would kowtow to the other party in public and admit his mistake. Su Linheng, kowtow quickly, you may not be sure that I am in a good mood and let you go."

Su Linheng's face was red and white, and he said angrily: "Little Red Man dares to be stubborn! I can't kick you to death!"

The dog-headed military advisor simply stepped on him: "If you dare to stand up for Qu Jingsen and attack Xu Yanyong, we will dare to stand up for Xu Yanyong to beat you!"

Su Linheng glared at the dog-headed military advisor unhappily: "Awen, please remember one thing: we didn't beat him for Xu Yanyong. Do we understand that we are for the face of the Iron Group? Even a mere otakus can't beat him, so don't mention the name of that waste in front of me in the future."

The Dog-headed Military Advisor dared not argue with him, and thought to himself: "I'm afraid it's for you to pursue Guo Yuyan better."

"By the way, when you first went to Guan Auditorium to switch, were you photographed by the camera?"

"Brother Heng, don't worry, we are careful, we are all blocking our faces with things. Today, even if Song Baojun is killed here, it will be a death-free testimony." The members of the Steel said harshly without fear. Of course, they dare not kill people. If they just teach a lesson, it would be more than enough.

As for the backstage of the auditorium party, it was already in a mess, and everyone was looking for a great pianist. The most anxious thing was Tu Fen, who rushed around in the backstage anxiously, completely ignoring the image of the "godmother in the entertainment industry", caught a living person and asked: "Hey, have you seen Song Baojun?"

Unfortunately, no one saw it, otherwise it would have caused an uproar to let everyone know that the performer who made everyone cry just now was being beaten up.

The carefully arranged humorous sketches slowly wash away the audience's melancholy and everyone returns to the essence of the party.

There were no extra pedestrians at the cold intersection. The dog-headed military advisor was excited and beaten, one kick was more ruthless than the other. Blood gradually oozed out of Song Baojun's mouth and nose. Since the awakening of the Thirty-Two Personality, it has been a long time since he was beaten so desolate.

Su Linheng was sure to win and laughed viciously: "Little Chi man! There are only three good things. Finally, I ask you one more time. Do you agree or not? I advise you not to struggle anymore. What if you give up Guo Yuyan? With your qualifications, you can't get her. People see that you play the piano well and want to chat a few casually, but you are still arrogant? I heard that my brother has 100,000 yuan of gambling money to get. My brother is willing to accept the loss and will never be able to make a bet. But if you really don't regret it, it will be fine if you give it or not, and it is not protected by law."

In fact, Su Linheng didn't want to give this money at all. It's true that he is a rich child, and he can't take out the 100,000 yuan pocket money just by wanting it. Usually, he drove a Mercedes-Benz, which was lent to him by his uncle, and his driving license was written with his uncle's name.

The Su family has a great career and many nephews. Su Linheng has a monthly living expense of about 30,000 yuan. With the help of his uncle, he can get about 50,000 yuan, which is much better than ordinary people. However, for Mr. Su, who has always been a big shot, it is far from enough. He spent 3,000 yuan to treat Guo Yuyan to dinner last night. At the end of the month, he was basically clean and not a single cent left.

Brother Heng’s idea was to wait for Song Baojun to agree, and occasionally show his greed for money, and then tell the other party that I don’t want to give the money. Looking at his face, it must be wonderful.

But Song Baojun was extremely tough and refused to let go of his promise when he died. Su Linheng couldn't help but become angry.

Then he thought about it and laughed, "Anyway, there are so many girls in Chinese, why bother to compete with me for a swan meat that you can't eat at all? We have no girl in our mechanical engineering and automobile major! I never want to take photos together in the class, which would be embarrassing! Do you know how painful it is to hit someone when I feel depressed!"

"Brother Heng, I'm ruining him!" The dog-headed military advisor raised his foot and stepped on the otaku's face. He twisted the hard and thick high leather boots hard, and his skin was torn through the sole of the boot. "Hurry up, call grandpa! Grandpa won't hit you!"

The dog-headed military advisor's expression showed a strange and ferocious look.

Song Baojun was in pain, and he seemed to have suffered thousands of needles all over his body. He felt that he was facing the biggest crisis in history. He was beaten before, but he just slapped and humiliated a few words, but now the other party intends to ruin his face. He is not very handsome, but he cannot lose face.

Finally, the dog-headed military advisor was still a college student who had never seen anything. He found that the bottom of his boots was bleeding and was a little scared. He raised his legs and shouted, "Are you scared? I have warned you not to mess with the steel group, but you just don't listen!"

Song Baojun's fingers were extremely stiff and unable to move, and his violent personality was taking over his body.

The calm heartbeat began to speed up, and I took a deep breath and my lungs were burning.

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