After the vendetta

Chapter 17

In the end, it turned out that Fang Qi had reached the full level of the trumpet first, and during the time when Monan was tossing and turning every day, fighting up and down the reward list, Fang Qi leisurely practiced the trumpet to the full level. He also found time to worship Monan as his teacher.

As for why Monan accurately saw that the trumpet belonged to Fang Qi, he gave this explanation:

[Friend] [Monan]: Intuition.

[Friend] [Mobei]: Next, are you going to talk about the sixth sense of women?

【Friend】[Passerby A]: There is a heart-to-heart →→

【Friend】[Passerby B]: There is a heart-to-heart →→

【Friend】[Passerby C]: There is a heart-to-heart →→

……

[Friend] [Mobei]: Who are you! ?Why is it in my friends channel! !

[Friends] [Monan]: They are my regular friends.

[Friend] [Passerby A]: Mrs. HI Head!

[Friend] [Passer B]: He is obviously the head of the team

[Friend] [Passerby A]: You are against my CP again! ?

[Friend] [Mo Bei]: ... What happened?

[Friend] [Monan]: I don't know when they added you as a friend.

Fang Qi's friend list is very empty, and the friend channel is even more deserted, but the friend channel in the game is common, and as long as you add other people's friends, even if the other party does not have your friends, they can still see your speech in the channel. Therefore, Fang Qi's friend channel is filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and sometimes even close the dialog box in exchange for a moment of cleanliness.

Luo Tang smiled from the side: "Didn't you always say that you have too few friends and it's boring, isn't your wish fulfilled now?"

"This shit is too noisy, I can't block them."

"The dialog box is closed."

"But when there is business, it is necessary to take a look. Hey, do you think they are some kind of mysterious pyramid scheme, or like Shaxian snacks, 'a hymn of loyalty'...?"

"Where is it?" Luo Tang smiled mysteriously, "I think they belong to a dating agency."

"..."

As soon as late November, the atmosphere in the school gradually changed from idleness to tension. Some examination classes ended early and began to hand in term papers, and the Educational Affairs Network also began to announce some precautions for the end of the term. Every year, the class leader brought the final When students are required to sign the exam integrity commitment letter, it means one thing - the final exam is coming.

The order of the final exams at M University is in rotation. For example, Fang Qi’s School of Management was the last final exam in the school when he was a freshman. They could already see students from other colleges carrying suitcases when they were still studying. I found a car at the gate and went to the train station or the airport, but when I arrived at the sophomore School of Management, it transformed into one of the first few schools to take final exams.

"It's horrible, I finished my last subject on Christmas Day."

"It's not very good. After the exam, you can go to spend Christmas Eve." Luo Tang bit his pen while facing his exam timetable, "I won't start the first subject until I come back on New Year's Eve. I'm the only one left to review at the end of this year. Are you in the bedroom?"

"I took the exam early and the review time is tight. Let's see, the exam starts on the 16th of the first subject..."

"How many subjects did you take this year?"

"Six subjects, not counting examination subjects."

Luo Tang immediately laughed: "Hey, I only have four subjects."

Originally, Fang Qi wanted to reply, but thinking about the legend that they had thirteen exams in their major in the second semester of their sophomore year, he immediately chose to shut up and accumulate virtue.

"In the whole school, I admire the Second School of Economics of the School of Management first, and each one is more difficult than the other."

Fang Qi nodded with tears in his eyes.

In fact, for Fang Qi, whether a subject is good or not depends entirely on the scope given by the teacher. As a scumbag, he never asks for a high test score, but asks the teacher to give it a high hand. However, he has a good habit He never brought cheat sheets into the examination room, and he relied on his brain for anything he could memorize, so that when he took the calculus test in his freshman year, he finished a math book in three days and copied all the formulas he could think of in the examination room mechanically. They were all written and algebraed in, and finally scored 74 points in the test.

And at such a tense moment, Fang Qi actually received a text message from Chu Minghang asking him if he would go to Jing Xu's house to eat skewers on weekends.

After careful calculation of the review time and exam time, Fang Qi did not refuse in the end, and deeply comforted himself that he would not think about the exam until he was full.

Jing Xu's house was more popular than last time. The two of them got a painting from somewhere and hung it on the bedroom wall, which looked very artistic.

"I drew it." Chu Minghang said to Fang Qi who stared at the painting for a long time, "As a moving gift."

"This, this painting will take a long time, right?"

"It's better than selling to someone else."

"That person came to you to buy paintings again?"

"Ah."

"Don't get stuck with money."

Chu Minghang looked down at his hands: "I don't like to betray him, he is too ugly."

"..."

Jing Xu and Da Mao were twiddling in the kitchen, commanding as they twitched, "Don't be idle, you two, set up a table and go to the balcony!"

"You want charcoal grilling?"

"Nonsense, otherwise it would be delicious."

"Won't the neighbors complain about you..."

"If you want to complain, just give them a few skewers to eat together." Jing Xu waved the stick in his hand, "Don't worry, Da Mao's roasting is very reliable."

Fang Qi looked back at Da Mao's slow manner, then turned to go to the balcony to set up the stove, Chu Minghang followed to help Fang Qi was clumsy, so he had to take over most of the work.

"Hey, I think Da Mao is very capable. If I have to describe it, he is a good wife and mother."

"You like this type?"

"It's not that I like it, I just think that Jing Xu should be very happy."

"Jing Xu fell in love with Da Mao at first sight. After the dormitory was allocated on the first day of school, he grabbed his hand and said, 'Can I treat you to dinner'."

"...How did Da Mao answer?"

Chu Minghang tilted his head and thought for a while, then burst out laughing: "He said, 'I'll give you the phone number, but forget about the meal'."

Originally, Fang Qi wanted to continue gossip, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was too insincere to ask people about their love history. It was not for writing a novel, but Luo Tang stretched his neck to listen to gossip, so he concentrated on setting up the stove.

In order to change the subject, Fang Qi chatted about the final exam: "When do you start the exam?"

"Two subjects before New Year's Day, and three subjects after New Year's Day."

"Our six subjects are all tested before New Year's Day, and the scope has not yet been drawn. Fortunately, after the test, we can go to have a safe Christmas."

"Are you planning to go out for Christmas?"

"Unless I don't want to go home completely, I'll go back to the dormitory after the exam. Anyway, it's a day of shopping, eating and singing, and I can do it normally."

"That's what dicks think."

"..."

"So we can't be the winners in life."

Da Mao's craftsmanship is really extraordinary, as soon as the fire is turned on, the smell of burning charcoal comes out, which is exactly the same as the food stall outside, making Fang Qi squatting beside him drooling.

"Is there any secret to this?" Fang Qi asked.

Chu Minghang helped bring out several plates from the room and spread them out one by one, then glanced at Fang Qi: "I asked, are you going to make it?"

"... Let my mother bake it at home."

"Could it be that both of your brothers have no cooking skills?"

"Huh?" Fang Qi looked up, "How do you know?"

"A few days ago, my sister asked me to go to her house for dinner. There was a dish that was fried by your brother. At first, my sister asked me to guess. After I tasted every dish, I felt that there was no need to guess. Even a fool would eat it. come out."

"My brother can only make instant noodles, but sometimes he even forgets the sauce packet."

Fang Qi secretly sighed in his heart, it was the first time that Fang He would learn to cook for Tang Qingming.When I was young, takeaway was not fashionable, and my parents often came home too late because of work. Fang He had dinner at the school gate, and bought a box of siu mai downstairs for Fang Qi to take home.Mother told Fang He many times that you should learn how to cook so that you could cook vegetables for your younger brother, but Fang He refused to learn. As time went by, Fang Qi felt like throwing up whenever he smelled the burning wheat.

Probably because he couldn't forget the taste, Chu Minghang frowned deeply, and while handing the stick to Da Mao, he said, "Let your brother hone his cooking skills, and don't send my sister to the hospital. "

"I said it's useless, you tell Sister Qingming, everything she says will work."

Fang Qi couldn't help being greedy, so he took out two skewers first, and his mouth became oily after eating each skewer. Jing Xu took out the beer he had prepared and shared a bottle with each other. The four of them wrapped themselves in down jackets and squatted on the balcony. Waiting to see when Da Mao will be able to finish roasting a few plates.

"You guys bring the grilled ones into the house and wait. I'll go in after I'm done roasting." Da Mao put the last signature on the stove, and looked at the surrounding people whose eyes were full of desire for meat. , "Anyway, you won't let it cook faster just by looking at it, so let's go into the house first, before you catch a cold."

Jing Xu waved his hand generously, and Fang Qi and Chu Minghang said: "You two go in first, I will roast with him, and then turn off the stove."

Fang Qi was still a little embarrassed, but Chu Minghang stood up without saying a word, dragged Fang Qi into the room, and stuffed a few baked dishes into his arms, and said concisely: "Take it well."

"...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Hold it well."

"Damn, don't grab my collar?!"

Chu Minghang let go of his hand, and took one of the plates: "It's okay this time, serve the plate obediently."

Fang Qi lowered his head: "Cha!"

As a guest, Fang Qi felt very sorry for letting his host grill skewers on the balcony in the severe cold, but Chu Minghang didn't have such worries at all. Lie on the floor and watch.

Fang Qi glanced at the book in Chu Minghang's hand. It was quite thick and had a long list of titles. It was probably a professional book.

"Look at what I do?"

"what?"

"I said it's not good for you to do something, just watch what I do."

Fang Qi was startled, and suddenly felt a little guilty: "It's just in a daze."

"Oh."

"...When can I have dinner?"

"Da Mao can be eaten after it is roasted."

"very hungry……"

"Didn't you eat two skewers just now?"

"You can't even fill the bottom."

Chu Minghang turned over and dragged down the schoolbag on the sofa, rummaged in it for a long time and found a strangely squeezed cardboard box and threw it to Fang Qi: "Take it to live."

"What?" Fang Qi muttered and opened the box, only to find that it contained macarons sold in Tang Qingming's shop.

"My sister made it, and the quality is guaranteed."

"...Yes, will it be too sweet?"

Chu Minghang rolled his eyes: "If you're not hungry, you don't eat."

"Eat, eat, I'm really hungry."

There were not a few yuan in total, and Fang Qi solved it with three slaps, five and two, Tian’s throat was so uncomfortable, he wanted to drink a glass of water, but he didn’t know where the glass was. Seeing that Chu Minghang started to concentrate on reading again, he wanted to ask Jing Xu.

From the sofa, you can see Jing Xu squatting side by side next to Da Mao on the balcony, and the two of them are talking together, Jing Xu himself is a very funny person, although Da Mao doesn't talk much, but Jing Xu always makes him laugh.Fang Qi poked his head around for a while, thinking it would not be good to disturb others, so he planned to look for it by himself, and happened to see Jing Xu approaching with a smile on his face, Da Mao pushed him, but Jing Xu was completely unmoved, He insisted on sticking to it, turned sideways and kissed Da Mao lightly.

Fang Qi abruptly looked away.

Chu Minghang looked at Fang Qi's blushing face from the bottom of the book, retracted his eyes and grinned.