"Train your sister!"

Han Feiyu stood up and slapped her on the back of the head angrily.

Then put on the shoes that were crooked at the foot of the bed and pick up the guitar slowly.

"Give you a few minutes to familiarize yourself with the lyrics and get ready for Lord's 'Devil's Training'. At your current level, it's a pipe dream to win a championship. ”

Han Feiyu said undoubtedly.

"Just you, still devil training?" Song Yichen had a suspicious expression on his face, not believing what Han Feiyu said at all.

His eyes looked at Han Feiyu's body, and he was stunned in place without any intention of moving.

"Huh. Han Feiyu smiled disdainfully at her questioning, then pushed her shoulder impatiently, and said in a bluff: "Have you heard of the Four Heavenly Kings?"

Song Yichen nodded in a daze, counted his fingers and said something on his mouth: "Of course I know, Wang Ye, Zhao Shengxin, Zhang Yaobei and Li Hexuan, I used to listen to Zhang Yaobei's songs a lot." ”

"Hmph. ”

Han Feiyu squinted and shook his shoulders, and said triumphantly: "It's good to know, then you don't know who I am?"

"Who are you, Xiao Yuyu? Han Dog, Watt in the brain, I don't even know who I am, and you still come to ask me?"

Song Yichen tilted his head and crossed his hands on his hips, and asked rhetorically like a charter wife in a movie.

Han Feiyu shook his head with bitter hatred on his face, stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of her, and said, "Big mistake, in fact, I am the fifth Heavenly King." ”

"Oh, it's not funny at all. ”

Song Yichen pursed his lips, when he was making a cold joke.

It's not possible to take people as fools, I'm afraid I'm not fooling ghosts.

You Han Feiyu grew up, what kind of can you do with a few catties and a few taels, and what else does she Song Yichen don't know?

Bragging can't blow!

Song Yichen rolled his eyes, and wanted to say that he was a queen of music.

It's a pity that no one believes it!

"Isn't it common sense that there are five of the four heavenly kings with long hair and short knowledge? In fact, I am the fifth, but I have long looked down on fame and fortune, and I have stayed away from the world and retreated to the mountains and forests. ”

Han Feiyu stared at her eyes, raised his hand and pinched his fleshy little face.

It's not like he's joking.

But Song Yichen knew very well that he was just talking nonsense in broad daylight.

Nothing like that.

Song Yichen slapped his hand away and said, "Have you washed your hands, just pinch people's faces." ”

“......”

It was cold for a while.

Han Feiyu awkwardly withdrew his hand and rubbed it on his pants, whispered a sentence on his mouth, and said, "Believe it or not, hurry up and read the lyrics, I don't have so much time to play with you." ”

"Hey, hey, little feather, wait for me for a few minutes. ”

Song Yichen took the USB flash drive with a hippie smile and left his room like a rabbit.

Han Feiyu also put down his guitar and left the house after him, ready to go to wash.

When passing by the living room, don't forget to add some cat food to Brother Flower Arm.

The little thing was now lazily lying in the warm sunlight by the window not far away, its limbs relaxed and sunbathing.

When he heard the rattling sound of cat food coming out of the bag, he immediately raised his ball-like furry head and looked back.

Licked his paws and ran over.

"You can eat less, you're almost fat into a ball. ”

"This cat food is also eating too fast. ”

"Didn't you sleep well last night? ”

Han Feiyu touched its back, and his mouth kept breaking thoughts.

A few minutes later, in the living room.

Han Feiyu sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and the hair he had just washed was not dry, but simply wiped it, and it looked a little wet.

Beside him was a guitar with the black bag removed.

With a "click", Song Yichen pushed the door out.

There was still a piece of paper in his hand, and the person was staring intently at the white paper, and his mouth was still muttering quietly.

"Hmm...... You've seen a lot of ......."

"Ahh ”

"Xiao Yuyu, I really can't remember. ”

Song Yichen shook his head frantically, his shoulders collapsed, and he stepped on and took off his shoes as if his strength had run out.

Han Feiyu: "......"

The babbling words reached his ears, and he couldn't help but wonder if his decision was the right one.

"Are you sure it's a head on your shoulder? Isn't it something else that holds liquids? Is it that hard to memorize just a few words?"

Han Feiyu leaned on the sofa with his hands on his shoulders, and said with some hatred.

"Woo woo, it's really hard, can you not carry it. ”

Song Yichen sat next to him like a deflated ball, and was about to retreat before he started.

"What's the use of you telling me this, or you can quit the game, and save everyone's time, you can go to a big stage with this kung fu. ”

"Playing with me, huh?!"

Han Feiyu gritted his teeth and put his fist on her head and pushed it up, eager to drill open it to see what was inside, was it all paste?

"Humph!"

Song Yichen puffed out his bun face and couldn't say a word.

"Think about how you memorized words and ancient poems when you used to go to school, and you can't handle this little thing, why are you embarrassed to say that you are a college student? or a liberal arts student?

Han Feiyu tapped her fingers on the white paper with the lyrics written on it in her hand.

Make a "bang-la-la-la" sound.

It's like a teacher educating stupid students in a class.

"Straighten my waist for me, what does it look like to hunch over my chest!"

"Han Dog, you look like my father, you're verbose, don't bother me, you're carrying it!"

“......”

Phew, who's your dad?!

Uncle Song really poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, and gave birth to such a stupid girl as you.

Han Feiyu couldn't help but take a sip quietly.

It seemed that the guitar was not needed for the time being, so he stood up and walked to the wall to pick up the hair dryer, intending to dry his hair.

Song Yichen's eyes lit up at this time, and he said with a smile: "Wait a minute, I'll help you blow it." ”

"Huh?" Han Feiyu froze in place, unable to believe that she would have such a good heart.

Before she could come to her senses, the hair dryer had already been seized by her.

Song Yichen pushed him to the sofa and sat down sideways, and then stood behind to help him blow his hair.

It's as if the quarrel just now didn't happen at all.

Wrong!

Han Feiyu deeply suspected that Song Yichen had exploded, and reflexively reflexively watched out in his heart, but in the end, nothing happened.

Is this a change of sex? A good family woman?

NONONO！

This is even more wrong!

Han Feiyu raised his hand and touched the hair that had been dried, still puzzled in his heart.

After a while, Song Yichen turned off the hair dryer and put it back in place, patted Han Feiyu's shoulder vigorously and said, "Don't move, I haven't finished it yet!"

Look at it, look at it!

Just say it, there must be thunder waiting!

It's too late, it's too soon.

At the moment when Song Yichen turned around and went back to the house, Han Feiyu immediately smeared oil on the soles of his feet and prepared to slip away.

When she came out with her things, she couldn't see Han Feiyu's shadow in the living room.

"Xiao Yuyu, where are you going?"

Song Yichen came to the door of his room and knocked on the door.

"My head hurts, I'll lie down for a while. ”

Han Feiyu's angry voice came from the room.

"Ah, you come out first, I have something for you. ”

Song Yichen said unrelentingly.

"What's it, I'll talk about it in the afternoon, I don't have time now. ”

Han Feiyu decisively shirked without thinking, and the ghost believed her words!

"It's your courier, I'll sign for it for you in the morning. ”

"Who are you fooling, I haven't been buying anything online in a while. ”

"You don't believe it? Hmph, I don't believe I opened it, did you buy something inappropriate for children?"

“......”

The door was pushed open a crack, and Han Feiyu's head poked out of the crack in the door.

"Where's the thing, give it to me!"

Han Feiyu looked around suspiciously.

"Hey, hey, come out of here. ”

Song Yichen laughed, grabbed Han Feiyu's ears with precision and speed, and dragged him out of the room.

Han Feiyu hurriedly bent down and held her wrist to relieve the pain at the root of her ear.

"Oops, it hurts, don't pull it, let go quickly. ”

The two walked to the side of the room step by step, and Song Yichen let go of his hand with satisfaction.

"Okay, Song Fantong, you dare to lie to me, I see that you are an old birthday star hanging, and you are impatient!"

Han Feiyu rubbed his ears while bluffing cruelly.

Tiger doesn't wield you when I'm hellokitty!

Looks like I'm going to have to give you some color today to show you why the flowers are so red!

Han Feiyu didn't get angry, grabbed her wrist, and with a little force, Song Yichen began to beg for mercy.

But he still pretended to be "I'm not afraid of you", stared at his eyes and shouted fiercely: "Han dog, I see what you can do to me!"

"Hmph, what can I do to you? You'll find out later. ”

Han Feiyu shook her hand hard, and her whole person was dragged to the sofa lightly.

He knelt on the sofa on one knee, leaned forward, and tightly imprisoned Song Yichen's two arms with only one hand, stretching forward and pressing in front of his head.

At this moment, Song Yichen had been completely suppressed, and her long hair was scattered on her shoulders and ears, covering her entire face.

But people still don't want to give up and continue to struggle.

A pair of white and tender little feet kicked around, and she didn't even care if her slippers fell to the ground.

Han Feiyu continued to maintain an overwhelming advantage, and then clamped her resisting feet with her legs.

At this point, Song Yichen has been completely defeated, like a fish at the mercy of others on the chopping board.

"Han Dog, what are you going to do, warn you, hurry up for me! It's still too late, or I'll wait for a while...... Humph......"

Song Yichen, who was facing down, seemed to sense a hint of danger, and couldn't help but warn.

"What about a while? Well? I really want to know! Why don't you tell me about it?"

Han Feiyu raised her eyebrows, slowly leaned over, and whispered in her ear.

Meow~

The flower arm that was crouching on the floor screamed twice, but no one paid attention to it.

It licked its fur, and its little head was full of big question marks.

What kind of strange posture are the two-legged beasts?

Is spring coming?

No, it's summer!