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Zhu Bajiao, who was crawled by caterpillars, finally got rid of the entanglement of insects. Seeing that Huo Zongtang looked like he was overwhelmed with mental power, he took Huo Zongtang to the dining hall again and drank two cups of medicinal soup that replenished his brain power and mental power.

After drinking two bowls of tonics, Huo Zongtang's spirit slowly recovered. It seems that not only martial arts cultivation should be supplemented by the body, but also literary cultivation.

In order for a literary practitioner to continuously improve his rank, in addition to reading a wide range of books and creating diligently, these nourishing products and medicinal materials for the brain are also indispensable.

Seeing that Huo Zongtang's spirit was much better, Zhu Bajiao chatted with great interest about his "love plan", and also took off the guitar and sang him a song "You at the Same Table".

Don't look at Zhu Bajiao's honest and stupid appearance, but his natural singing voice and voice are really not bad. A classic campus ballad, he performed seven or eight points of charm.

"How? Look at my handsome face and affectionate singing voice, is it very affectionate and charming? Look at your adoring little eyes, hey, it's a pity that you're not a beauty, you don't have a chance! After singing the song, Zhu Bajiao looked at Huo Zongtang triumphantly.

"I'll go! I don't pick up your soap! Also, with your honor, if Lao Tzu is a woman, even if he marries a caterpillar, he will not marry you! Huo Zongtang rolled his eyes, before he said that you were fat, you gasped, really, this kind of person just has to step on the soil hard, and he can't let him have a little sè.

The two of them fought for a while, and Zhu Bajiao suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Kong Xiaoou is coming back soon, I have to be a campus romantic singer immediately!" You come to be the number one fan for my brother and see how my brother picks up girls! ”

With that, the fat man picked up his guitar and ran away.

Huo Zongtang deliberately squeezed him: "What, do you really want to be a love saint?" Is it possible to get the guidance of a master? ”

Zhu Bajiao shook his hair arrogantly, "Of course!" The master behind me is simply the second love saint, no girl is not soaked, the eight girls of the night, the golden gun does not fall, a look can make a woman kneel, you come with me, learn a little! ”

Huo Zongtang was almost choked by him. Nima, Lao Tzu, the master behind the scenes, when did he become the golden gun in your mouth, and the eight women of the night are really unable to spit out ivory.

On the school road of the True Martial Academy, a path paved with dark blue stones leads straight into the distance, lined with green trees and flowers. The style of the street lamps on the side of the road is quaint, and in the distance, on the treetops of the tall phoenix trees, a corner of the ancient building with red walls and green tiles is exposed. Between the flowers and trees, there are many statues of ancient and modern celebrities.

Zhenwu Academy has a history of more than 100 years, and the quaint, quiet and scholarly atmosphere of the campus is fully revealed here.

A clear and beautiful guitar sound, flowing quietly on this campus path like flowing water, evoked many beautiful feelings, and many passing students stopped and listened carefully.

Some of the girls who were sitting on the grass and reading by the lake also put down their books and stood up.

A group of boys in martial arts training uniforms also stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look in the direction where the music came from.

All of a sudden, the quiet campus became quieter. The faint sunset left a trace of afterglow, reflecting the dark blue stone path, and the willow trees on the side of the road were covered with a piece of golden red.

A kind of youthful memory, a trace of youthful feelings, mixed with a touch of sentimentality and sweetness, slowly spread in this campus.

People who heard this music couldn't help but hold their breath. That feeling is like seeing someone you like at a glance, and there is a feeling of being suddenly hit by some emotion.

More and more people gathered in the place where the music was playing.

Under a tall phoenix tree, next to a street lamp that glows dimly, a boy sits casually on a large rock with an acoustic guitar in his arms. His hair was slightly messy, his face was a little blurred in the faint light of dusk, and his facial features were not clear, except for a slightly furrowed, slightly melancholy brow. He was wearing a gray and white plaid shirt with an open shirt, a pair of white-washed jeans underneath, and a few freehand holes at the knees.

This kind of dress is very reminiscent of those wandering singers who wander the world.

Romantic, melancholy, affectionate, there are many untold stories behind it, and calm and sad music.

Although, the campus poet and wandering singer in front of him looks too fat and round......

But in the sound of beautiful music, people were very tolerant and forgave it.

Liu Qingqing, Wan Guiying and another good-looking girl were also walking leisurely on the school road at this time.

Wan Gui proudly patted the beautiful girl and said, "Xiaoou, you represented the school this time, and you won the first prize in poetry at once, which can be regarded as winning glory for the school." ”

Liu Qingqing leaned her beautiful face closer to the girl, and said with a smile: "Sister Xiaoou, you are our first-year high school flower, you are a good person and talented, don't be deceived by those little fart boys in the school." ”

Kong Xiaoou's face turned red instantly.

While chatting, I suddenly heard a burst of pleasant music, and saw a bunch of people gathered under a phoenix tree.

"What's going on, does anyone play guitar and sing? When did a school singer come out of school? ”

Several people were a little curious, so they walked over together. The three of them were supposed to be celebrities in the school, and as soon as they appeared, many of the students looked surprised and automatically gave up a place.

At this time, the boy sitting on the stone gently patted the microphone in front of him with his hand, and then said in a deep voice: "I wrote a song about my elementary school tablemates. I want to give this song to this girl, maybe, tonight she is standing among you. I hope she understands and likes the song, thank you. ”

The onlookers immediately had a variety of expressions such as surprise and excitement on their faces. This kind of youthful story, as well as the romantic atmosphere, is the most provoking their gossip nerves. A slight chatter immediately spread through the crowd.

Kong Xiaoou looked at the singer blankly, with a hint of suspicion and a hint of disbelief on his face.

"Will you remember tomorrow/The diary you wrote yesterday/Will you still remember tomorrow/You who used to cry the most/The teachers can't remember it/You who can't guess the problem/I also flip through the photos by chance/I just remembered you at the same table/Who married the sentimental you/Who read your diary/Who curled up your long hair/Who made you a wedding dress......"

A low, slightly sad voice fluttered softly in the night wind.

After the melodious guitar and singing sounded, the low chatter came to an abrupt end.

All of them were deeply touched by the fresh style, the lyrics full of campus atmosphere, and the light but undercurrent of first love behind the song!

It was a kind of ear amazement, the germination of love!

A few girls, their eyes were shining, and the corners of their eyes were a little moist. A few boys, there seems to be a white-dressed, innocent girl in front of them, and a lot of past events in the depths of the years.

For a moment, there was silence on campus, except for the sound of music. There are only a few fireflies flying by themselves, which adds a bit of romance to this intoxicating dusk.

As soon as the song was finished, the singing boy slowly stood up and looked into a place in the darkness where stood a slender girl with a ponytail.

Zhu Bajiao's eyes were full of eagerness, and his mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something more.

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