"You, what are you doing so close to me?!"

Shen Lan stood up abruptly, and took several steps back one after another, his eyes were full of panic, He Chen apparently did not expect Shen Lan to turn his head suddenly, and a little dazed expression was rarely seen on his usually calm face.

"Cough, accident."

He stood up and turned away his eyes, as if the moist touch and temperature still remained on his cheeks.

"Choose a song." He Chen took out his phone, clicked on the music software and handed it to Shen Lan, "You decide."

"I can do anything, as long as it's a Chinese song."

Even though he said this, Shen Lan still took the phone and searched for it in the search box for a long time before he was sure.

"That's it, everyone is familiar with it, and it can save some trouble."

After Shen Lan clicked on the play button, she walked around to the sofa and sat down. After a short empty shot, the bright tune spread in the living room.

He Chen nodded, affirming Shen Lan's choice: "That's it."

"Sing it first?"

He signaled Shen Lan to turn the music back to the beginning and choose to play.

Although Shen Lan said before that he "has a very distinct personal style" in singing, He Chen has never really heard Shen Lan speak, even if he wants to help him adjust, he must first find out the depth of it, so that he can teach according to his aptitude.

At first, the distance between the two of them was quite far, and the rhythm of the music played on the mobile phone overwhelmed Shen Lan's voice. He Chen couldn't hear what Shen Lan was singing, so he simply walked up to him and sat down, turning his head to get closer.The distance from Shen Lan.

The sudden clear breath of mint wrapped Shen Lan in an instant. He heard the slight rhythmic breathing in his ears, and recalled the touch just now in his mind, and the voice stopped abruptly in the middle of singing. Shen Lan feltHalf of his body was on fire.

"I told you not to get so close to me!" Shen Lan moved to the side several times, and in an instant there was a big space between the two of them, "How can I sing like this?"

He Chen maintained the posture just now and raised his head, looking at Shen Lan's earlobe which formed an obvious color difference from her fair complexion, unconsciously raised his brows slightly, and slowly sat up straight.

"I can't hear your voice," said He Chen, reaching out to turn down the volume of the phone before continuing, "Try again."

Without the cover of the accompaniment, Shen Lan couldn't find the beat and the tune more and more. The first sentence she uttered didn't match the sound, but she only sang a few lines, and the pitch had gone back and forth from the South Pole to the North Pole several times, it was like a disasteron site.

"Grass, why do you want to sing, isn't this embarrassing myself?!"

Shen Lan obviously also felt that her singing was really hard to hear, and she stopped directly before reaching the fast-paced part.

He grabbed a few handfuls of his hair irritably, and after thinking for a few seconds, he gave up on himself and said, "If it doesn't work, just recite the poem. Singing is even more torture!"

"It's okay." He Chen turned off the music accompaniment and said softly, "There's still time."

"Are you sure?"

"Well," he waved to Shen Lan, gesturing for him to come over, "a song, yes."

"Have you tried changing the voice position?"

"What?"

"Use your abdominal cavity to make your voice." He Chen pointed to his abdomen, "Now you are more relying on your vocal cords in your throat. It's hard to grasp, and it's easy to get damaged."

"I haven't tried this before," Shen Lan lowered her head and poked her stomach curiously, "Is this the place?"

"no."

"That's this?" Shen Lan changed the position and poked again, "I don't think this place has much to do with making a sound, does it?"

"It's here."

Seeing that Shen Lan couldn't find the right position for a long time, He Chen simply started to press the corresponding abdomen position.

In the weather in late September, the summer heat has not completely dissipated. Through the thin short-sleeved school uniform, He Chen could clearly feel the heat from Shen Lan's body and his slight shivering through his fingertips.

He is ticklish?

As soon as this idea came up, before his brain could react, He Chen's fingertips rubbed against Shen Lan's body preconceivedly. The tight skin was clear and palpable, just like a little hedgehog with its soft parts exposed, it was unbearable.I still want to try it carefully.

"Okay, okay, I see!"

Shen Lan slapped He Chen's hand away abruptly, and rubbed the palm involuntarily where he touched it, as if it had been scalded by something.

"And then? Just use this place to make a sound?"

He tried humming a few words in this way, but found that not only did the pitch not become accurate, but it became even worse, and even the sound was incomplete.

"It has no effect at all!" Shen Lan squinted her eyes and stared at He Chen closely, "Could you be sizing me up, kid?"

"Just tried it, it's normal."

Regarding the effect shown just now, He Chen was not at all surprised: "Try more, it will be better."

"real?"

"Well," He Chen sighed lightly and nodded, "After all, it's the two of us who are performing."

"That's right," Shen Lan patted the sofa and stood up, "Then I'll practice more."

"It's getting late now, so I'll go back first, and we'll meet again tomorrow during class break."

Hearing that Shen Lan said he was going to leave, He Chen suddenly paused when he reached for the phone.

His eyes drooped slightly to suppress the strange emotions that flashed across his eyes. Just as Shen Lan was about to leave with his schoolbag, He Chen who was leaning on the sofa suddenly asked:

"Have you written your homework?"

"Homework?" Shen Lan paused slightly, "Others are basically solved, only there is still a set of papers in English, I plan to go back and wrestle with him slowly, what's wrong?"

"Let's go together."

"what?"

"I didn't write either." He Chen looked at his schoolbag, then pointed to his left arm, "It's not very convenient."

"That's right, why did I forget that?" Shen Lan slapped his head, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, but before this emotion remained, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Wait, your left arm is injured, not your right arm, so it shouldn't affect your writing, right? What are you holding back, brat?"

"It's half past eleven," He Chen looked at Shen Lan and said, "Sister Ting won't give you an answer."

"And," he went to the window and drew back the curtains, "it's raining."

These words sounded out of context, but Shen Lan understood his meaning immediately.

He Chen's house and Shen Lan's house were far apart, even if it wasn't raining, the journey would take nearly half an hour.

What's more, the weather is bad now, and it takes a lot of effort to do English papers. Instead of tossing back and forth, it's better to stay at He Chen's house and finish the homework first. Maybe the rainstorm will stop by then.

"Are you so kind?" Shen Lan stood by the door and stared at He Chen for a while, then nodded and said after a long time, "All right, since you tried so hard to keep me, I will reluctantly agree to youAsk for it."

"But if your family members come back and see me here, you have to explain clearly. I don't want to take the blame."

"Um."

He Chen nodded and agreed to Shen Lan's request.

The heavy cloud outside the window oppressed silently, and a white light flashed across the window. The phone interface on the coffee table stayed on the chat interface at some point, and the latest two messages were clearly displayed.

Aunt: "Your uncle and I are on a business trip for two days, take care of yourself, and remember to call if you need something."

He Chen replied: "Okay, have a safe journey."

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