Chapter 420

Shen Xun sneered and grabbed his collar, "How did I warn you just now, eh?"

"I...I don't want to either! Ugh—"

He felt that his body was no longer his own, and his internal organs were all twisted together, causing a collective rebellion.

He has made countless trips to the toilet, and now he is about to collapse.

Being kicked into the chair by Shen Xun, Han Jun was paralyzed and motionless.

Shen Xun's face was dripping with water, "Where was that bottle of water just now? Did you drink it all?"

He just mentioned it casually, but he didn't want to make it a proverb.

At the critical moment, Han Jun really fell off the chain.

"No, no..." Han Jun covered his stomach with a bitter face, "You said that, how can I still drink it? There's still half a bottle left... just..."

He raised his hand and pointed, only to find that the place where he put the water was empty.

Everyone's water is there, only his half bottle of water is missing.

"Ah……"

The hostility between Shen Xun's eyebrows gradually became stronger, and it touched the upper jaw, "Come prepared."

"Brother Xun, you mean... um..."

Before Han Jun finished speaking, his face was already too bad. He covered his stomach and curled up into a shrimp.

Over there, Shen Xun had already called the emergency number.

Hearing his cold voice, Han Jun gritted his teeth uncomfortably, his eyes were red, "Brother Xun...I'm sorry..."

"Go to the hospital in a hurry," Shen Xun didn't even look at him, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll kill you."

Han Jun shrank into a ball aggrievedly.

"If the brain is useless, I suggest donating it to those in need."

Han Jun was quickly pulled away by an ambulance.

The people around knew quickly that a student who was going to sing and perform on stage suddenly had a stomachache and has now been picked up by an ambulance.

Song Yaoyao's bad premonition was magnifying.

Over there, An Feiran, who was wearing a prince costume, had already walked over and shook his head at her.

So Song Yaoyao understood.

"The next show is Han Jun, who is like a high school senior! You can wait!"

"Han Jun is in the hospital, this show is canceled."

When someone answered the call, the student in charge of the background work was taken aback for a moment, and nodded to call for the next program.

"Who said it was cancelled?"

Song Yaoyao interrupted him, "I'll sing."

After saying that, she raised her hand and took off her hair bun. The ink-like blue silk scatters, and it exudes luster like satin.

Song Yaoyao took off her coat, which was wearing a sweater and pleated skirt.

"No... who are you, classmate? This show doesn't mean that you can top it..." The man didn't know Song Yaoyao and scratched his head to explain.

There was a smile in An Feiran's eyes, and he always had confidence in Song Yaoyao.

"She is the monitor of our third class. This place is originally our third class. Han Jun can't perform in the hospital, but it is our third class, classmate, we must fight for it."

Wearing a white suit with gold trim, the boy with permed curly hair smiled cleanly, but his tone was more or less threatening.

The boy's eyelids twitched, "Okay then... Then do you sing the song that was originally arranged, or choose a new one? It's better to decide quickly, and the host has to say something."

"What did he sing?" Song Yaoyao asked.

The boy glanced at the list, then looked at the pink and tender, delicate little girl, coughed lightly, "Serve the country with loyalty—"

An Feiran raised his forehead: "..."

Sure enough, it's the style of the second-hand.

Song Jingwan pursed her lips and almost didn't laugh out loud.

"Slim, can you sing?"