In the private room, the sound waves rolled, and the rock music was deafening.
"Mingyuan, what song did you choose?"
Qian Jiahui pinched his brow: "This noise is giving me a headache!"
"Exactly, change it, change it, it's too noisy!"
"Let's have something softer!"
"Mingyuan, I didn't know you were a rock lover!"
The crowd chattered noisily.
Fang Mingyuan, holding the microphone, originally wanted to sing some Nightwish rock, but upon hearing everyone, he reluctantly changed it.
Chatting, playing cards, playing dice, everyone started having fun.
Lin Baici slowly moved to the corner: "Aren't you going to sing a song?"
"I'm tone-deaf!"
Hu Wenwu wasn't used to this kind of scene, hiding here for some peace and quiet.
But as a fringe member of the class, even if he sat in the middle, no one would egg him on to sing.
"Some songs are about the atmosphere, you can still sing even if your voice isn't great!"
Lin Baici leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.
