The days of frying CP with the enemy

Chapter 96: Love experience of high school students on the brink of online dating in different place

Oh yes, it was something he asked someone to check some time ago.

He couldn't wait to open the PDF folder. It was a very long picture. He scratched it for about half a minute. Unexpectedly, he didn't see the name he wanted to see on it.

"It's so strange..." Nan Yan stroked his dry lower lip thoughtfully. While thinking, he leaned heavily on the back of the chair, and felt the pain of mosquito bites. He groaned several times:

"Damn it! Which grandson posted it for me!"

He took out a post-it note fixed with a small thumbtack from behind, and Nan Yan stared angrily, and the "grandson"'s own phone came to the door.

Xu Yang took a sip of coffee: "How about it, manager of Nantah University, do you like the little gift I gave you? I want the manager of Nantah University to give me a gift in return."

"Okay," Nan Yan put away the small thumbtack and post-it notes, "I'll give you a gift right away."

A certain South University agent curled his lips and quickly boarded the agent account.

Nan Yan is not hard to say and speaks very well V: @xuyang is not a sheep baa baa duck my son!

When did this grandson learn to change his Weibo name?

Xu Yang is not a sheep, baa, baa, duck V: Fuck you Lingtang.

Nan Yan is easy to say. V: Your grandpa is coming to beat you.

As the gold medal manager of He Xingci and Mo Ran, the fans squatted at them more diligently than squatting at the master. Seeing the interaction between the two, they left messages and teased them, and the atmosphere was very good.

quilt?confiscated?Poor mobile phone?He Xingci's horse stance usually only lasted 10 to [-] minutes, and the upper part of the dantian was already tense and sore, shaking under the scorching sun, showing signs of collapsing at any time.

Li Sikong has practiced for many years, unlike him, he was worried about He Xingci, "Otherwise, Brother He, you can go and rest for a while, my master didn't say you can't take a break!"

He Xingci gritted his teeth, thinking of those mocking faces, he lost a lot of strength and came back again:

"It's okay, I can continue."

"This... well, Brother He, you have to work hard. I'll take you to the cafeteria after the piercing is finished. Our place is so delicious."

It’s okay if the brat doesn’t say anything, but when he said it, He Xingci only stuffed two pieces of dried fruit in his stomach, and he was so anxious to go out in the morning that he didn’t eat. He closed his eyes in despair, comforting himself that he wasn’t hungry. go to eat.

Shanghai is sunny, while Shenzhen is cloudy and rainy.

As soon as Mo Ran arrived on the set, it was covered by heavy rain in an instant, and everyone on the set was caught off guard.Those collecting machines were in a hurry, and those holding props and umbrellas collided with each other. It can be said that it was a mess.

And in that corner that seemed to be isolated from everyone, the man's face and body were not contaminated with any such aura.

Mo Ran dug out the oranges from He Xingci's house from his pocket.

Xingci likes to eat oranges very much. Oranges can be seen everywhere from the living room to the bedroom. He said that after being with him, he especially likes to eat this kind of sweet and sour food.

The marker pen in the jacket pocket took off the hat, and the ink burned on the round orange, drawing a crooked smile.

He took out his phone and clicked to take a picture.

After thinking about it, I am not satisfied.

So this scene appeared in the surprised eyes of the staff.

Mo Ran ran into the pouring rain, but only helped to bring in a black umbrella, and his whole body and hair were all wet.

Back in that clean corner, Mo Ran didn't rush to change his clothes, turned on the phone's built-in camera, switched to selfie mode, and took a three-shot photo of himself "drowned" pitifully, holding the "smiling face" in his wet hand Oranges," came another one.

After choosing a picture among the three that looked the most pitiful, stubborn and not lacking in masculinity, he chose WeChat to send a message of congratulations to Xing Xing.

Mo Ran: Life is hard.

[with a photo of a male model with eyes bright and blind as if in water]

Mo Ran: But still smile.

[Fat Chengzi has an aggrieved smile of being forced to open]

Mo Ran wanted to take a few more such poor photos. The staff rushed up and wrapped him in a towel, chattering around him.

Ink Burning:…

Ink Burning: Nuclear good smile.

Staff: (?Д?)?Does Teacher Mo not like it?

Long-distance + online dating, He Xingci still can't touch a mobile phone during the day, it should be long-distance + online dating + high school, all the most difficult hurdles lie between this young couple who have just fallen in love.

However, they always seem to have their own way of conveying love to each other.

It's a very ordinary orange, but you like it, then it's different, draw a smiley face and shoot it for you.

Keep his happy things in mind today, and share them with you on his mobile phone at night.

For many years later, He Xingci asked himself, what is love, is it a necessity of life?

No.

But it is unavoidable.

Good love will make each other better under their own conditions.

And, all of this is on the premise of loving yourself enough.

You can only love others if you love yourself.

It was time for dinner after finishing the horse stance, He Xingci returned to his high school days, and followed Li Sikong to the cafeteria as soon as possible.

It is said that the garden was handed down from the family of Mr. Joats, and it was his painstaking efforts. People in the garden also love this place, especially Li Sikong.Carrying dreams, national quintessence, sweat and hard work.

The restaurants in the garden are divided into No. [-], No. [-], No. [-] and No. [-]. When you enter each different entrance, you will see different scenes inside the house. Generally speaking, they are different and majestic.

During the meal, Joats sat across from the two of them. The two juniors became obviously stiff, and his serious face softened a little: "Are you two so afraid of me?"

Li Sikong was still young, he shook his head foolishly, wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.

He Xingci said with a smile, "Senior Qiao, we are not afraid of you, we are in awe of you and respect you. I also have grandpas. I know that you all look stern but are actually very soft-hearted."

Now that this is all said, even if Joates is hard-hearted, he should be ashamed to continue to insist on it. In addition, he himself is optimistic about this young man, so he is happy to see his teeth but see his eyes:

"Haha, when you're free, I must get to know your grandpa!"

Li Sikong gave a thumbs up while burying his head in his meal in admiration, "Brother He, you are amazing. My master has never chatted so happily with someone he met for the first time."

Joats was dissatisfied with hitting the little heartless hand with the tail of his chopsticks, Li Sikong covered his hands in pain, and the old man feigned anger: "This is what I said, as if I usually treat you very fiercely."

Li Sikong: ...Isn't it?

He Xingci bowed his head to pick up the rice, the rice here really suits the taste.

"Little Xing, you don't mind if I call you that, have you studied Peking Opera before?"

He Xingci said from the very beginning that there were no more, but he still answered patiently: "I haven't learned it yet."

He was puzzled by the change in Joats' eyes: "But I found a video of you singing. Some of your singing parts are very good. If you say that you haven't practiced, I really don't believe it."

Pop songs are occasionally interspersed with opera singing, which adds to the look and difficulty of the whole song. He Xingci is an all-round artist in acting and singing, and he has released several original singles.

He wiped his mouth, feeling embarrassed, "To tell you the truth, I really haven't practiced it, I just learned how to sing like others."

No matter how many people want to learn this kind of imitation ability, they don't have to learn it!Joats couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. The biggest reason why he wanted to accept this child as an apprentice so quickly was because he had heard the songs he sang, and his voice was what God chased after him to feed him.

The conversation between the three was interrupted.

"Old Joe! So you are here!"

It was enough for the stiff voice behind He Xingci to reappear, and the memory of those brainwashing words of "Teacher Mo! Awesome" in Xishuangbanna came one after another. The speed is a little faster.

Yu Zhenqi ran over with a small bowl and sat beside He Xingci. The small green bowl was worth three large orange bowls of He Xingci. some.

"Senior He, you are here too. From a distance, I thought why I look so much like you, so it turns out it is!"

"Just call me Xingci, you don't need to call me senior." Ask senior to call me old ovo.

"That can't be done, you are my senior, why not call you Brother He just like Brother Ran!"

Burn...brother.

Burn...brother.

When did they develop like this?

It's really not that He Xingci is narrow-minded.

As a gay, his eyes are equipped with a "gay detection" radar, and he can tell at a glance whether Yu Zhenqi's orientation is male or female.As for why I couldn't see Mo Ran before, emmm, Mo Ran is too cunning, young, and very scheming!

As an old senior, Qiaoz was left aside by Yu Zhenqi. Seeing that he didn't show any expression at such a young age, he coughed a few times, "You guys know each other? Also, young man, is that Brother Ran you're talking about...?"

Yu Zhenqi beamed with joy, "Mr. Qiao, my name is Yu Zhenqi, Brother Ran is Mo Ran."

Ink burns.

Joats repeated: "Ink burning?"

"Yes... Teacher, what's wrong with you..."

Picking up the small gourd, Qiaoz drank the remaining half bottle of rice wine in one gulp. The rice wine pungently pungent and warmed his stomach, his sunken eyes were narrowed together, and his mouth pretended to be nonchalant:

"Just out of curiosity, you youngsters continue to eat and talk, don't worry about me, an old man."

The rest of the meal was carried out in an awkward chat. When the show was broadcast to this section, all the careful netizens found that the atmosphere was lowered after Yu Zhenqi came, and then pulled out the comparison with the nationals. The ink burns, which can't help but make people daydream.

Is this just hype...or...?

After lunch, the artists gathered together, most of them were dressed in gaudy clothes, Qiaoz's partial eyes fixed on He Xingci, who was in a clean white shirt and sweatpants, and nodded with satisfaction.

After all, it was a crash course, and Choates taught at a very fast pace.

It wasn't for the sake of promoting the national quintessence, he didn't really intend to let laymen who he didn't love come to study the Eight Classics seriously, and He Xingci should be regarded as his unexpected joy.

This child has sparkling eyes.

Very serious.

After a class of study, the brothers and sisters who are free, some secretly watching the excitement, some curious, the ending is the same——that He Xingci's voice, why, why is it so good?