The Beautiful Time With You Chapter 253 - You Are a Well (1)

Chapter 253: You Are a Well (1)

Translator: StarveCleric Editor: Milkbiscuit
After accomplishing Lin Jiage’s mission as well, Xia Shangzhou took a seat by the side and silently observed Shi Yao’s and Lin Jiage’s expressions.
After he saw that Lu Benlai’s lyric-changing method had successfully coaxed some laughter out of Shi Yao, he immediately placed one of the songs he’d queued earlier to the top. When Lu Benlai’s song finally came to an end, he quickly rushed forward to grab the microphone.
Shi Yao recognized the song that Xia Shangzhou had queued— “A Short Note of Deep Sentiments” . During that time she stayed at Lin Jiage’s home and was on the phone with Han Jing, Lin Jiage had inadvertently hummed it out loud.
“You accompany me into the summer of cicadas, traversing across the dissonance of the city, amidst the melody of our song. Your beautiful eyes are shaped after a blossom, I can’t see your tenderness in them… 1 “
Compared to Lu Benlai, Xia Shangzhou’s singing skills were slightly better, and he was much more skilled at building up the atmosphere for the song as well. This was especially so when they got to the chorus, Shi Yao couldn’t help but hum the lyrics along with him in her heart.
“… I really miss you. In every rainy season, the memories that you chose to forget, I simply can’t let go of them. A short note of deep sentiments, too many reminiscences that would take a lifetime to tell. You are within all my stories…”
It was just that, when it came to the next chorus, the song lyrics didn’t match with the words Xia Shangzhou was singing.
“Why did you fall in love with her, perhaps it’s time to get some glasses… 2 “
Shi Yao froze.
“… Letting go of an entire forest only to stumble on a single blade of grass…”
At this point, Shi Yao’s lips crept up once more. It seemed like this pervert who had something wrong with his head had altered the lyrics too…
“… A short note of deep sentiments, it’s not enough to jot down the nonsense you’ve said. A packet of A4 can’t begin to describe how trashy you are…”
After Xia Shangzhou finished his song, Lu Benlai immediately picked up the microphone and exclaimed, “Heck, you despicable scoundrel! You actually stole my idea!”
Xia Shangzhou unhesitatingly replied, “You’re the despicable scoundrel! I only stole the idea from the netizens!”
Lu Benlai gritted his teeth furiously. “Do you know that you’re a well?”
Xia Shangzhou didn’t understand the jab, “What?”
Lu Benlai: “There’s a pit in your head, and it’s flooded with water!”
Xia Shangzhou: “You’re head’s flooded with water, the heads of your entire family are flooded with water…!”
“…”
Watching as they both traded jabs with each other, Shi Yao couldn’t help but chuckle softly. But all of a sudden, she suddenly thought of something, and she turned her head to look at Xia Shangzhou and Lu Benlai once more.
Is it my imagination? Why does seeing them fight remind me of Expert and Juice?
Xia Shangzhou: “Words are empty. Let’s fight it out with real skills! A match on song parodies, you up for it?”
Lu Benlai: “Come on! Who’s afraid of you?”
While retorting, Lu Benlai fiddled with the KTV machine and casually picked a song. He lifted the microphone and began singing, “Your glistening eyes, tenderness intermixed with sorrow. I’ve left you for far too long, Mother… 3 “
In the face of Lu Benlai’s parody, Xia Shangzhou’s version didn’t pale in comparison at all, “We have a home, its name is China. Brothers and sisters, we have plenty, magnificent sceneries spread across the lands. The elders don’t demand their offspring to contribute anything, all they ask for is just a harmonious family…4 “
Lu Benlai: “The mushroom-picking little girl, she carries her bag and heads forschool. 5 “
Seeing that Lu Benlai was singing a nursery rhyme, Xia Shangzhou also adopted the voice of a child in his parody as well, “Lightly I place it behind this little child, everyone come, let’s keep it a secret together. I won’t I won’t I won’t open, until my Mommy returns, I won’t open the door for anyone…”
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