Li Xiaojing returned to the classroom and looked up to see Xia Yu waiting with her hands crossed, sitting next to her.
No one knew what kind of nerve Chen Shaofen had burned. After knowing that Xia Yu had bullied Xiaojing, he arranged for her and Xiaojing to sit together under the pretext of "getting along well".
However, it was not only their class teacher who was suffering from burns, but also Xia Yu. She shook the shackles on her wrists, heard familiar footsteps, and raised her eyes to look at Xiaojing.
"You're back. Did your meal with Ye Siren go well?" She pretended to be enthusiastic and said, her eyes seeming to be evasive.
"It would be okay if Senior Wensheng wasn't here! Did you call him?" Xiaojing said coldly.
"Well... I owe him a favor. He said he wanted to get close to Lin Xuerou, so I sold him a favor by the way. He seems to like Lin Xuerou, so it shouldn't hinder you, right? After all, your goals are not the same. Same." Xia Yu said.
"Killing two birds with one stone, you are quite good at doing business." Xiaojing crossed her slender white feet and said coldly with her hands in her trouser pockets.
"How can there be...how can there be..." Xia Yu said.
"However, I feel like the senior is quite a nice person." Xiaojing said with a smile.
After school, tall and powerful boys came out of Class 6B.
As soon as they stepped out of class, what struck their eyes was a man who was 176cm tall, wearing glasses, and with long white hair that was incompatible with his age. His eyes were deep and sharp, his hands were crossed on his chest, leaning on the railing of the corridor. Like. It gives people the feeling of being professional, mature and serious, and having everything under control.
"Isn't this Vice President Ye Siren?"
"The top junior from the second school on the list is so classy, isn't he?"
"I really want to hold this little brother in my arms."
Suddenly, his appearance caused a small commotion among a group of senior senior students.
These seniors are, on average, eighteen to twenty, in their prime years. Most of the girls who have been commemorating these years prefer older brothers who are mature and handsome. Such juniors seem to have broken their traditional concepts. .
(Mainland people who want to go to Hong Kong are usually downgraded for 1-2 years)
"Ye Siren, why are you in our class?" said Zhou Zixin, the recreation director of the student union.
"It's okay. I'll just wait." Siren said calmly.
"Then who are you waiting for? I'll help you call her out." Zhou Zixin.
"No."
"Is it Lin Xuerou?" As soon as Zixin said this, Siren was suddenly stunned. Without waiting for his reaction, Zixin shouted directly: "Lin Xuerou, your boyfriend is waiting for you at the door!"
"...Are you sick?"
Siren was speechless and responded to all changes with calmness and stability.
Boy friend?
The female orangutan actually has a boyfriend? And actually waiting for her to finish school directly at the door of the classroom?
Everyone in the class started to boo.
Until Xuerou slapped the table hard, and one of the table legs immediately broke.
Snapped! Boom!
With two sounds, the table fell down. Everyone looked at Xuerou's face that wanted to be stabbed, and immediately fell silent.
Everyone is noisy and lively after school, but now, Class 6B is completely silent.
Boy friend? Who is it? You are quite courageous!
Xuerou packed her schoolbag leisurely and took her time.
Could it be Vincent?
Xuerou thought to herself that it was not impossible.
Because Vincent had done this before, when she was still very fat.
She was full of expectations, and her mind had already replayed the possible people: Liu Qiqiang? Xu Xiaoyao? Qiu Wensheng? Gao Wenjian? Wen Jian can't do it, but Wen Jian is the one Qingli likes and wants to take care of. But...if Wen Jian insists...it's not impossible.
"Who is that person at the door?" She asked after seeing that Zixin came back after missing something.
"Hee hee! School boy!" Zi Xin said, "Xue Rou is really good at dealing with boys."
"Of course, I think girls, if you meet someone you like, take the initiative to chase him. If you can't chase him, beat him until he is convinced, and then give him a little gentle treatment, and he will be devoted to you." Xuerou talked loudly. write.
She packed her things and combed her hair with her fingers a little.
Siren peeked at the door and clicked his tongue disdainfully: "Why is this female orangutan still so squeaky?"
In the class room, Zixin nodded quickly after hearing this: "I didn't expect that someone who can't even catch the school beauty would be so devoted to Master Xuerou!"
School beauty?
When Xuerou heard Zixin's description, she immediately felt that something was not right, and that uneasy feeling immediately came to her heart. She rushed to the door and looked left and right.
"Hey, senior!" Siren said with a handsome wave of his hand.
Well, if he really came here to wait for Xuerou to finish school, that would be okay, but how could Ye Siren be so kind.
The only reason he came was to listen to Xuerou playing the national anthem.
"Are you done yet? Can you keep a low profile so that everyone misunderstands you?" She frowned and complained.
"You have misunderstood, right? At this time, if I am not looking for you, who else will be looking for you, and you still take pictures of yourself in the urine."
After Siren finished vomiting, Xuerou twisted his ears.
He remembered that she had bitten off a corner of his left ear, which had just recovered now. With such a twist, Siren surrendered instantly: "Spare your life, senior!"
"Hmph! You have a bad mouth!" Xuerou shouted.
At this time, everyone was watching and couldn't help but be surprised: "Senior sister is really good at conquering boys!"
"Go to the music room!" Xuerou shouted, twisting his ears, pulling him to the music room and entering the cadre room before throwing him away. At this time, she threw Siren's glasses on the ground again and again.
As soon as the eyes came off, Siren laughed darkly and shouted: "The time for playing is over, you have to be serious when it's time to be serious."
Siren said, pointing to Xuerou's instrument. She obediently took it out and started playing.
Siren continued to raise and lower the notes. This time, Xuerou finally succeeded in playing the intro, but when it came to the word "one" in "We are united as one", her notes could not go up and she was extremely embarrassed.
"Now, you play the notes one by one and follow me slowly." Siren temporarily took back his "first love" and asked Xuerou to practice with him.
"Can you do it, Xiaohou!"
Xuerou looked at her with contempt, but reluctantly followed him like a novice.
Usually, Xuerou and Siren are often together, so Xuerou rarely has the opportunity to hear Siren's trumpet. But when I hear his trumpet sound, it is feminine and delicate, like a girl with a thoughtful mind, with a tenderness that is submissive and unyielding.
It's just that the collar is like a limiter. He can't blow too loudly, otherwise he will soon run out of air and enter a cycle of suffocation again.
Siren listened carefully, and Xuerou's trumpet sound was as strong and fast as a warrior's. It made people feel passionate, but it was not delicate enough. Some of the timbres obviously have a lot of flaws.
"I understand your problem." Siren said calmly: "In addition to the core muscles, it's also the way to open your mouth."
Xuerou was a little confused and said, "You are the one with the problem!"
Seeing that she was dissatisfied, Siren put his index finger on her lips: "I used Slice Touching, but you chose Deep Kiss. The sound of Deep Kiss is loud and powerful, but The sound quality will be rough, and the advantage is that it does not require high demands on the core muscles, but if you want to practice Deep Kiss well, the core muscles are still very important."
"What does this have to do with anything?" Xuerou asked.
"Master has said that this year's National Day is a bit special. It happens to be the 20th anniversary of Hong Kong's return to the motherland. Hong Kong on the 20th anniversary is like a young girl who has just entered adulthood. It must have a girlish feel but also a suitable mature flavor. The national anthem In the artistic conception, there must also be feelings of family and country in it. And your performance is like an eighteen-year-old, full-blooded boy, running rampant. This kind of artistic conception is not suitable for this year's National Day. But if it had been two years earlier, or even four years earlier, , your rating may be higher than mine."
Siren had a look of recognition, and his analysis was very accurate and logical, which made Xuerou a little surprised.
"Although the artistic conception of music is worthless in the face of absolute strength." Siren sighed.
Yes, he is talking about Chen Dongsheng, who has neither the yearning nor the pride of the Chinese nation. On the contrary, like his mother, he has a hatred of his country and his identity.
"Come! Although we, one-legged horses, cannot find a dedicated teacher to teach each music department like Wang Xian. However, we can share what we know and know, and we can also improve each other's level."
Siren brought a yoga mat and asked Xuerou to lie on the ground. He pressed her soles and asked her to raise her body slightly upward like a sit-up.
"Now, you should be able to feel the vibration of your abdominal muscles better. This kind of vibration is actually a bit close to the core muscles." He said, bringing the trumpet to her mouth. Like a young boy's kiss, he gently touched her lips.
"Now, blow slowly!"
But Wen Xuerou's voice was trembling, but she did feel the vibrations in her muscles.
"Of course, it takes time to practice. But it will be effective soon."
At this time, Siren was lying on the ground with her, but rolled up his clothes to reveal every clear abdominal muscle, and started doing the same exercise.
His abdominal muscles vibrated violently while playing, but the tone he played was smooth, round and thick.
The brilliance of the setting sun shone on his belly, and beads of sweat gathered in his belly as he practiced again and again.
"Pay attention to your breathing. You must do the abdominal pose. If you use the lung pose, your practice will be in vain." He said seriously.
"Um."
After a while, Xuerou and Siren collapsed from exhaustion. They lay on the ground and stared at the hanging team.
The pure white unicorn horse faced the sunset with a confident look in its eyes, as if facing the darkness.
Xuerou has never practiced so thoroughly in a long, long time.
The small apartment she lives in now was rented by her stepfather when he first arrived in Hong Kong. It was a small place, so whether Schubert was practicing wrestling or trumpet, he always practiced in the park.
"I can't do it anymore, Dad! I really can't do it anymore. I didn't expect that practicing trumpet is more tiring than practicing wrestling!"
She collapsed from exhaustion and looked at the white clouds in the sky with ease.
"If I could stay with my father for the rest of my life, it would be great," she said.
"No." Schubert said: "One day, you will meet a lover, and he will take you away from me."
"No! I want to be with my father for the rest of my life! At worst, I won't get married!" Xuerou said.
"We have a saying in China that men should get married when they are old, and women should marry when they are old." Schubert said.
"Otherwise, I will marry dad!" Xuerou joked.
Warm light shone on Xuerou's white face, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes as she recalled the warm scenes of her family in the past.
"Sister, it's time to get up and continue practicing!" Siren said softly.
Siren got up first and looked down at Xuerou.
He moved from the majestic breasts to the pink beady lips.
He licked his dry lips with his tongue, his throat rolled,
I don’t know why, Xuerou like this is not scary at all.
On the contrary, it makes people a little bit excited...
