There are two trees below the school dormitory.
One is a jujube tree.
The other one is also a date tree.
Zhao Ziluo deliberately chose to go back during the day - everyone was in class, and those who were not in class were probably playing games in the dormitory. Wearing a hat and a mask should not cause...
"Teacher Kong Fang?" Just halfway through, a senior sister had already walked over, leaned next to him gracefully, and said with a smile: "This is my WeChat account. Please contact me if there is anything you don't understand in school." You can ask me."
Not a hammer!
How the hell did you see that!
Zhao Ziluo was shocked and couldn't help but ask: "How did you recognize it?"
The senior looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said quietly: "I have studied all the teachers' videos. Just by looking at the way your waist shakes, I will know if it is you."
Fortunately, it's not due to the smell... Zhao Ziluo was simply amazed: "Senior's words are very ambiguous... OK! Don't! Don't shout! I've added you on WeChat! Let's talk later!"
Seeing that the other party was about to shout, he quickly comforted him, added his WeChat message and quickly walked to the dormitory.
Along the way, I added five WeChat messages.
On the way upstairs, I added twelve WeChat messages!
"I miscalculated and underestimated my influence." He pushed open the door with emotion - after a summer vacation, his bed sheets were still piled in a pile, and he plunged into it in despair.
"F*ck!!" A tall voice exclaimed and sat up suddenly.
"Boss?" Zhao Ziluo was surprised: "Why are you on my bed? No!! What did you do to my bed!"
He lifted up the sheets.
Suddenly, he showed off his wide vocal range: "You actually slept naked on my bed?!"
It went up three octaves directly.
The boss rubbed his eyes, and then hugged him affectionately.
"do not move."
Are you asking me to hug you next time?
Zhao Ziluo was shamefully hard.
The lump is hard.
The boss rubbed it hard: "Spiritual Qi Draining Technique! Ah...it feels good!"
"The end of the period must pass!!"
Zhao Ziluo pulled his hair away with a ferocious expression: "Did you hear the sound of sheets?"
Boss:? ? ?
Zhao Ziluo: "I'm not clean anymore!!"
Rub rub rub rub -!
Just like Teemo's mushrooms, three heads quickly appeared on the three beds, staring at him.
Immediately afterwards, three figures swooped over, one man on top of another, and they pressed him down on the bed.
"Don't move! Let me instigate you!" "Why are you twisting! Just be gentle! Don't go in!" "How dare you resist? You're famous now, and you look down on us, right?"
After the big man was dripping wet, the group of people had absorbed their spiritual energy and talents, and then they stood up like satisfied cats, shouting "I must pass the final!" and sat around.
"I obey you." Zhao Ziluo gasped: "No, it really isn't."
"As for that!" the three of them said in unison. The second child grabbed his hands and said affectionately: "Do you know how many boys and girls in the school are willing to sacrifice their virginity for you now that you give the order?"
"...I don't really want to know."
The fourth child was very eccentric: "Yes, there are so many beautiful people in the entertainment industry."
Without waiting for a rebuttal, he immediately said: "Every class, as long as it is related to music, your name will be mentioned! From once to five times!"
"Have you considered our feelings!"
Is it so exaggerated... Zhao Ziluo swallowed guiltily.
"Now the school forum is full of your posts! You have stolen all our limelight!"
"Your things have been reduced to sacred objects! Last week, a school girl came to ask for your socks! She has to wear them unwashed!"
"Our dormitory has become a holy place! People come to worship every month! Have you seen the fingerprints on the wall? They are all touched!!"
"Why are you still here at school? You deserve to die!! Can't you leave some resources for us!"
"Talent alone can no longer attract them! You also need good looks! Fortunately, I don't have that... Do you have to improve the aesthetics of the seniors! You are so cruel!"
Jingle Bell--! The ringing of the get out of class bell rescued Zhao Ziluo, who was being criticized. He waved his hand heroically: "Go! Ah Da Ah Er Ah Si! Give me a meal! I'll treat you!"
"HE-TUI!!"
After all, everyone understands that he can't show up casually now. After helping him prepare a meal, the four of them settled in the dormitory, talking and asking questions, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.
The shock occurs in the afternoon.
In the afternoon music theory class, when he appeared in the classroom, everyone's eyes were green - including the professor.
Fortunately, he came in on time, otherwise it would have been overcrowded.
In this class, he truly experienced the pain of being famous. The professor, who originally didn't like to ask questions, became very excited during this class for some reason and made me go crazy.
Questions were asked eight times.
Five times was his answer.
I don’t know how the visual inspection can be so accurate. “The student in the last row by the door stood up and answered.” “The boy in the blue T-shirt stood up and answered.” “The boy in the last row with shabby hair.”
And the name is different every time!
But it was the same person who got up.
The two-hour class was on pins and needles. Just after class, Zhao Ziluo didn't dare to ask for books. He put on a mask and ran away, for fear that he would be too slow to get out.
After sprinting several times into the professor's office floor, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
There are almost no students on this floor, and some of them are also the professor's assistants. Even if they recognize him, they won't talk nonsense.
After tidying up his appearance, he knocked on the door and walked into the room after receiving the answer.
"Hello, Professor An."
"You...Zhao Ziluo? Come on, come on, sit down! What do you want to drink?"
Zhao Ziluo quickly stopped him: "Teacher, no need! I can just pour myself a glass of water!"
After the two sat down, Professor An looked at each other as if he were a son-in-law. After a long time, he sighed repeatedly: "Okay, okay, okay!"
"August, September, consecutive champions! Six songs entered the top five. On the first day of October, Flammable and Explosive reached the top of the charts again! You are the best student I have ever taught, bar none!"
Zhao Ziluo modestly said: "The teacher teaches well."
Professor An patted his shoulder hard: "Xiao Zhao, you still have a long way to go. The music world is just the beginning for you, not the end!"
"Qinhai Conservatory of Music will be proud of you! It has been too long since we won the championship in the College Alliance Music Competition!"
Zhao Ziluo didn't say anything. He had heard about this competition. You can participate in it starting from sophomore year. Generally, good students are selected, and other music companies will come to sign contracts - of course not the big three. The big three can't block all avenues. .
Therefore, some students who know that they do not have the strength to enter the top three universities, or some students who would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix, will choose this path.
But... asking him to participate in the College Alliance Music Competition is just like participating in the Hongjiang Music Festival.
Chun Chun is here to cause trouble, isn’t he?
