After all, Zhao Yiming still did not escape the fate of being arrested as a laborer. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The orientation party of No. 1 Middle School is hosted by the student union of the school and co-organized by other units. So, after the evening is over, the others can go, and the people of the student council must stay to clean up the aftermath.

There is nothing to do with Zhao Yiming.

But sometimes I have to admit that the world is really small. Isn't there a theory of six dimensions that says that no more than six people can be separated from a person and any stranger, that is, at most six people can know any stranger.

Zhao Yiming is not going to meet strangers, he belongs to being known.

The president of the student union felt that the dozen or so people in the student union were too busy at all. So he asked the vice president of the student union to go to the various student clubs of the school to find help. And the vice president of the student union is He Yiyi's friend, she found He Yiyi, and He Yiyi pulled the martial arts club. Zhao Yatong of the martial arts club naturally grabbed Zhao Yiming.

Packing up the props, folding the curtains, and cleaning, Zhao Yiming had no choice but to accompany them until late at night.

When I got home late at night, quietly, my aunt and Mengmeng should have slept a long time ago. The sound of Zhao Yiming and Zhao Yatong opening the door didn't seem to disturb them. Of course, maybe my aunt noticed it, but because she knew in advance that the two of them would return late tonight, she didn't go downstairs to see what was going on.

Waving to the old lady, Zhao Yiming returned to his room.

Turn on the lights, turn on the air conditioner, and turn the temperature up to 20 degrees. Then I dropped the remote control of the air conditioner, walked into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature of the water heater, and took a hot shower.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, I walked out of the stuffy bathroom, and a cold feeling immediately came to the surface. It's like walking from the scorching heat to an ice cave, Zhao Yiming likes this feeling.

After taking a few deep breaths, I pulled my limbs and collapsed comfortably on the bed.

"People say that the new official takes office with three fires, and then he sees the real kung fu. I'm not counting three fires, but I'm counting three cannons. ”

Looking at the ceiling, he couldn't help but mumble to himself.

Compared with publishing fairy tales and novels in magazines under a pen name, this kind of sensational taste is the real enjoyment. No wonder in the previous life, a large number of silly boys and silly chicks wanted to be stars and be famous even if they sharpened their heads.

Champion of the poetry contest, first place in the entrance exam, self-created song performance. Are these three face-showing? Isn't it a shock to the whole school? Is it convincing to the whole school? Is it possible to live the ideal and stable life in the future?

I'm a campus idol. Will someone be asked for an autograph next Monday? Will you receive a love letter?

Zhao Yiming continued to be obscene.

He was intoxicated by the applause at the evening today, even though he didn't actually enjoy it. But on second thought, the applause was for yourself, and that was enough. When I think about it now, I still feel excited.

Just as he was reminiscing, the ringtone of his mobile phone suddenly rang, interrupting his beauty.

Zhao Yiming's mobile phone ringtone is no longer "Gardenia Bloom". But it didn't change to other songs, but just a piece of chord music that came with the phone.

Setting the ringtone of the mobile phone is something that is fresh for a while, and it is not the same thing after the freshness is over. Zhao Yiming's previous life was not like this, everyone grabbed the smart machine in their hands, compared with the brand, the configuration, and the size. See someone getting together and talking about what to set for your phone?

Grabbed the phone and looked at the incoming call, it turned out to be Ning Muxiang's phone.

It seems that this girl is calling me for the first time. Zhao Yiming was a little puzzled, what did she call me in the middle of the night?

Unable to figure it out, he pressed the answer button.

"Hey! Ning Muxiang, good evening. ”

"Good evening."

After the two sides exchanged pleasantries, the other fell silent, as if they didn't know how to speak.

"Is there anything going on at this late?"

After waiting for a while, Zhao Yiming saw that Ning Muxiang hadn't spoken yet, so he had to take the initiative to ask.

"Nothing. No, it's not. Something, I have something to inform you. ”

Ning Muxiang's first sentence was obviously unintentional, but she quickly realized it and hurriedly corrected it.

"Teacher Shen just informed me that she has important business to attend to this weekend. The music lesson on Saturday was cancelled and she asked me to inform you and let's practice piano fingering together. ”

"Practice piano fingering?"

Zhao Yiming was stunned for a moment, Mr. Shen didn't know that he knew how to play the piano! Students don't even know how to play a certain instrument, so they ask them to practice on their own. This is not Mr. Shen's style! Also, with Ning Muxiang's level, do you still need to practice fingering?

He didn't know. Shen Pinghe just asked Ning Muxiang to convey that he had something to do on the weekend and canceled the notice of music class. The two of them were not asked to practice the so-called piano fingering together.

Ning Muxiang said this, but she asked Shen Pinghe for advice on what to practice if she didn't go to class on weekends. The old lady said to her: Feel free, it's okay to review the fingering.

Originally, this was said to her alone, but as soon as she relayed it, it became a different meaning.

Although there were doubts in his heart, Zhao Yiming still said: "Okay, no problem." So where are we going to practice tomorrow? ”

There are three ideal places to practice, the music classroom of No. 1 Middle School, the music classroom of Yingcai, and Shen Pinghe's home. I looked at a lot of places, but after careful analysis, I couldn't go to any place.

After listening to Zhao Yiming's answer, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief on the phone, and then he was asked by Zhao Yiming without a voice.

After a long time, Ning Muxiang replied: "The Tianlai Qin Store at the intersection of Fanghua Road and Wu Youke Road, okay?" There is a piano room where you can practice. ”

"Okay, so when do we have an appointment?"

"Tomorrow at one o'clock in the afternoon, we will meet at the intersection of Wuyouke Road, is it okay?"

"Okay!"

"That's settled, good night!"

"Good night!"

"By the way, I've listened to your "Where Has Time Gone", a very touching song."

said good night to each other, I thought I could hang up the phone, but I didn't expect Ning Muxiang to mention this stubble. She's well-informed.

Where did Zhao Yiming know, just like the students of No. 1 Middle School soon knew the talented Ning Muxiang's "The Mark of the Rain". The talented students also got the news of Zhao Yiming's "Where Has Time Gone" in No. 1 Middle School for the first time. There are too many boring people in junior high school on both sides, and they both carry on the traditions of both schools, not missing any opportunity to show off and overpower each other.

As soon as the party of the first middle school ended. Even the students who were rushing home in a hurry did not forget to record "Where Has Time Gone" with a murmur on their mobile phones to their junior high school classmates in Yingcai.

It's just that this time, the talented students weren't busy fighting with their former classmates. On the contrary, because I was moved by the song, I took the initiative to spread the song one by one.

It was under this circumstance that Ning Muxiang heard "Where Has Time Gone".

She finally understood that when Zhao Yiming gave her "The Mark of the Rain". Why did he have the courage to swear to her that he would never cause a tearing war between the two schools.

She thought that he would take the initiative to back down, but she didn't expect him to find another way.

"The Mark of the Rain" describes love, and "Where Has Time Gone" is about family affection. It's not a type of thing at all, and it can't be compared at all, so naturally it's impossible to talk about who is good and who is bad.

"You know it all." Zhao Yiming silently put his head behind and smiled embarrassedly. It's not at all the shameless demeanor when I was obscene just now. People who are pure on the outside but sullen on the inside are probably like this.

"I know a little, and there is still a lot I don't know."

Ning Muxiang replied with a sentence that made Zhao Yiming inexplicable. He wanted to ask, but he didn't have a chance. After congratulating Zhao Yiming and saying goodnight again, she immediately hung up the phone.

Zhao Yiming also closed his mobile phone and left it on the bed casually, secretly thinking about what Ning Muxiang's words meant. But before he could think about it, the phone rang again.

He hurriedly picked up his phone and thought, could it be that Ning Muxiang had forgotten something and didn't say anything?

When he turned on his phone, he was dumbfounded.

It turned out to be Lan Siyan's phone!

What's going on? Why are there phone calls one after another in the middle of the night?

With complicated thoughts, Zhao Yiming answered the phone.

"Hey! Lan Siyan, good evening. ”

"Good evening. It didn't bother you so late. ”

"Nope! No! What can I do? ”

"But I just called you, and you've been on the phone all along."

"This ......, friend! Friend! You know the song I sang tonight, Su Yan, that guy called to express envy, jealousy, and hatred. ”

Laughter rang out on the phone, and Zhao Yiming finally breathed a sigh of relief. But when he heard Lan Siyan's next words, he was petrified.

"Congratulations on the success of tonight's performance, the song is great, and the singing is great."

This sentence is normal, and the next question and answer that petrified him.

"By the way, will you be able to visit the bookstore tomorrow afternoon? I want to pick a few novels to read, and I hope you, the writer, will recommend them. ”

"Well, I have music lessons tomorrow!"

"Ahh No way. Don't you know? There is a ********** in the city hall on weekends, and Mr. Shen will also participate, how can he have time to attend classes? ”

"I don't know about this ....... Mr. Shen hasn't informed me yet. I guess it's too late today, and if that happens, she'll let me know tomorrow morning. ”

"Oh! I see. But don't worry. I heard my dad talking to Mr. Shen on the phone. ”

"Yes, yes! I believe you! ”

"Then if you have time tomorrow, let's go to the bookstore together, okay?"

"This ......, I'm going to go home tomorrow. Well, if you don't object, how about we change the time to morning? ”

"Morning? Okay, so will we reconcile at 9 a.m. in front of the bookstore? ”

"Okay, no problem."

"Well, good night."

"Well, good night!"

With the phone in his hand, Zhao Yiming wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. I almost crashed! Fortunately, I was clever and witty.

Relaxed, he suddenly realized a problem-

Hey? That's not right!

Isn't it just to buy a few books and learn the piano, how can I feel like a thief?