"Wow, Chen Xing sings so well! He can also play the guitar!" Mu Ruonan's eyes were the same as seeing the pig that his family was lying on the grass every day basking in the sun and feeding and stuffing it into his mouth suddenly flying, this pig he could fly!

Song Yu's expression was similar, except that he was a little happy, happy that Chen Xing was great.

"Brother Xing can do it, awesome!" Li Xin and Xu Wei stood up and roared at Chen Xing on the stage, attracting the attention of the people around them. Chen Xing looked at the two brothers and smiled, then smiled and nodded to one of the teachers on the judges' seat.

The teacher also smiled at him, this judge teacher is the beautiful school girl Ling Xin of Gangcheng No. 3 Middle School, she is probably the person who knows Chen Xing's economic situation the most, where did he practice the guitar? Where did he get the time to practice the guitar? He went to school in the morning, and the construction site in the afternoon, can he still practice the guitar?

Isn't this a bit too fierce? The night time is also full? Is he an iron man? Ling Xin was really a little convinced by this big boy, and she was also a little distressed.

As a teacher, she knows too well what students are doing at this age, carefree student life, enjoying the love of their parents without cherishing and rebellious, but that is the childish and wanton youth of students during this time period.

This Chen Xing's youth is not like this, too many things make him busy with life at this age, in addition, he is also working hard in other aspects.

This is something that many working adults don't do.

Chen Xing took the guitar back to the backstage, and the applause continued for a few seconds.

The only one in the audience who didn't applaud and didn't want to applaud at all was Sun Xin, his eyes were facing the stage, but there was no focus in his pupils, only a void.

How could this be? This plot is not right? How could Chen Xing sing this song? How could he play the guitar?

Sun Xin felt that he had encountered a ghost, how could this be, shouldn't it be, Sun Xin stood up without a word, and left the gymnasium alone, his back looked a little sluggish.

"Chen Xing, you sing so well. He Xin, who came to the stage before Chen Xing, felt like she had met Chen Xing for the first time. It doesn't matter if Chen Xing wants to show off his skills, as long as he really shows off, it will be cowhide.

"You sing very well, too. Chen Xing is still well versed in the truth of business blowing each other, and immediately replied.

The two chatted a few more words and then returned from the backstage to the audience of their class in the gymnasium.

"Brother Xing, here. Li Xin beckoned to Chen Xing, and they reserved a place for Chen Xing.

As soon as Chen Xing took the seat, he was bombarded with information from everyone.

"Damn, Brother Xing, you don't say it early when you play the guitar, and the brothers are still worried about you. ”

"Chen Xing, when did you learn the guitar!"

"Chen Xing, you sing very well. ”

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"Eh, it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Chen Xing waved his hand and said "modestly".

Soon the next contestant came to the stage, and everyone stopped talking, listening to the contestants' songs, and then they were all ordinary singing, there were no alternative contestants like Chen Xing, and soon all the contestants finished singing.

The host asked the audience to wait on stage, and the judges were calculating the scores, removing the highest score and the lowest score in a cliché, and then taking the average score.

"Okay, we've calculated the final result. The hostess took a piece of paper on stage with a standardized smile on her face, "Next, the results of the competition will be announced, and the third place won by us is He Xin, who has been singing in the rain." ”

The audience applauded.

When the applause stopped, the host continued, "The second place is Cheng An, who sings in the third person. ”

The same routine, the audience applauded.

"And the winner of our singing competition is Chen Xing, who sings unintentionally!"

The audience applauded.

The singing competition here came to an end, and Sun Xin over there went to the rooftop again, his steps were bumpy, and he came to the rooftop, looking at the scenery exactly the same as at noon, but his mood was completely different.

Blowing in the wind, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with trembling hands, took one out of it, put it in his mouth and lit it, looking at the houses in the distance, his eyes were full of confusion.

In the summer, Sun Xin, who was standing on this rooftop, felt a little cold.

Whew, Sun Xin spat out a long puff of smoke, and the smoke was blown to his face by the wind, making him lose his vision, and he remembered a line from his favorite Infernal Affairs.

"We are all in a hurry, forgetting the way out, pursuing occasional satisfaction in disappointment, we are all relieved in dreams, waking suffering, wandering in the lamplight, never reaching the end, returning to the original point, enjoying the endless road. ”

This road of revenge is inexhaustible week after week, and he Sun Xin is back to the starting point. He was a little tired from this road.

Jingle bell~~ The bell echoed in this school, ending the day's learning time.

Hua Yueting ran to say that she and An Xiaoxiao could bring the guitar back at night, and he didn't have to carry it, and he was so happy that he didn't have to see that perverted uncle, so he naturally happily agreed.

Seeing that he agreed so easily, Hua Yueting also breathed a sigh of relief, everyone's hello is really good.

Another two days passed, and Chen Xing didn't clean him up because Sun Xin stumbled him, he wouldn't do this kind of thing, his attitude towards campus violence was very clear, he hated it, even if Sun Xin did this kind of thing, he wouldn't do anything to Sun Xin because of this.

Two days later, Chen Xing practiced boxing until his energy was exhausted, and his head was dizzy and lying on the grass outside his house panting, although his brain was dizzy, Chen Xing's mood was quite happy, so many days of practicing every day to death, this boxing skill finally reached two levels.

Messages in the Brain:

Boxing level 2

Mastery: 2/120

Chen Xing closed his eyes, information began to emerge from his mind, he was already a little familiar with this feeling, opened his eyes again, the diffuse gaze refocused and appeared, a smile appeared on Chen Xing's sweaty face, he got more boxing information, including some combination punches and more refined and changeable basic skills, as well as some training methods.

For example, the most common rope skipping, pear ball, boxing speed ball, punching sandbags, hand targets, and Chen Xing's air strikes these days, air strikes are a unique training method for confrontational sports, punching into the air.

But air strikes alone are far from enough, and other training must also keep up, this time Chen Xing has a little headache, skipping rope is easy to solve, but what should the rest do? The economy is not very supportive, and he still needs a lot of money.

This skill can't let him learn boxing directly, all have to practice by himself, which is too tiring, I knew that learning embroidery was also a good choice, I don't have to be tired like a dog every day, no, the dog is obviously not tired at all.

Chen Xing struggled to get up and staggered towards his leaky sea-view room.

No matter how tired you are like a dog the day before, you still have to lift your vitality to face life the next day. Chen Xing came to the breakfast shop, and he was already very familiar with the boss at this time.

"Aren't you eating wontons today? The boss asked with a grin.

"The boss understands me, add more coriander. Chen Xing put the money on the table.

When the wontons were ready, but there were too many people eating breakfast, and there was no table to sit on, Chen Xing asked the boss for a small wooden bench, took a taller plastic stool, sat on the small wooden bench, and put the wontons on the plastic bench.

Chen Xing's rare operation suddenly attracted the rest of the people who bought breakfast, Chen Xing did not have the consciousness that he was a teenager in his youth and paid the most attention to the image period, so he ate like this, and it was difficult to eat standing if he didn't eat like this.

At the beginning, wonton was a kind of sealed bun, without seven holes, so it was called "chaos", and later it was called "wonton", at that time there was no difference between wonton and dumplings, until later wonton was carried forward in the south, and there was an independent style.

Chen Xing was eating his breakfast beautifully, a light gray precious dog - the Chinese pastoral dog slowly walked in front of him, Chen Xing looked up, this light gray Chinese pastoral dog is not big, it looks a little sad, not fat or thin, listless, Chen Xing glanced at it and knew that it was a stray dog.

When he was a stray single dog for so many years, he felt that he still had some authority to evaluate a stray dog.

Came to the wrong place, at most give you some coriander, Chen Xing shook his head, ready to continue eating his breakfast, but found that the dog's head was a little closer to his wonton, because he put the wonton on a plastic stool, so the dog was still able to touch his wonton.

Chen Xing frowned and wanted to move his stool, stay away from this frustrated dog, he still wanted to eat a little more in the morning. But what he saw next was completely beyond what he had known and seen for so many years,

The dog didn't resist coming up and eating his ravioli, and the dog, sneezed!

Hearing that "sneeze" Chen Xing felt that his world had collapsed, and the dog, slowly coming over, sneezed at his wonton??!

As if he wanted to prove to Chen Xing that he was not wrong just now, "Ah sneeze." The dog sneezed into the bowl of ravioli again, and Chen Xing's disposable spoon fell to the ground.

Looking at the dejected dog, he stretched out his tongue and licked his mouth, but he didn't move, and he didn't eat the bowl of wontons that were close at hand, and his dejected face looked at Chen Xing like this, drooping his tail.

Chen Xing's worldview was shattered, isn't it, can it still be like this? He looked at the dog in a daze, and the dog just looked at him in a dejected state.

Chen Xing finally gave up thinking about why he was reduced to being bullied by a dog, he must not be able to eat this ravioli, took a disposable paper bowl, poured the wonton inside and put it on the ground.

When Chen Xing went to get the bowl, the dog didn't move the wonton in front of him, and when Chen Xing put the paper bowl on the ground, it moved its mouth slowly, not in a hurry at all, and tasted it slowly.

How does Chen Xing feel like a servant of this dog? Something is wrong, it is obviously a wonton that I spent money on, are you good at eating rice!