She had felt something similar before, and she knew that it was her small breasts that were starting to develop.

It's a bit inaccurate to say that the beginning of development is already developing, and it should be said that it is further developing at this time.

And there's a tendency to accelerate.

Discovering this change, Zi Jin was very happy in her heart.

Hmph, Mo Ming, Mo Ling, you two stealing cats, wait for me!

With a snort in her heart, Zi Jin sang a little song, jumped two steps briskly, came to the table, and hung up the guitar.

"啷~啷~啷~啷~"

The room resounded with a light and pleasant guitar.

After eating breakfast and practicing A and B tones for another morning, Zi Jin didn't stop until her fingers were cut again.

After bandaging her fingers, Zi Jin went out, and in the corridor, she met Qian Linjue.

Today's Qian Linjue is not much different from usual, it is still the same.

Zi Jin passed by him, flirted his double ponytail, and shook it.

A fragrant fragrant breeze blew, and Qian Linjue took a deep breath.

Ah, it smells so good!

sighed in his heart, but for some reason, he always felt that Zijin seemed to be more charming and charming today.

The appearance has not changed, it is ...... Breath? Well......

Qian Linjue lowered her head and thought about it, her steps unconsciously sped up a little, and she followed closely behind Zijin.

Zi Jin tilted her head sideways and glanced back slightly, feeling overjoyed.

It's working, yay!

Her steps grew lighter.

When I came to the restaurant, the meals on other tables had obvious changes, just Zijin's table, or soybean stewed pork knuckle, milk and kudzu soup.

Everyone else is very disgusted, chopsticks to other dishes, but Zijin is different, as soon as she sits down, she happily drinks pork knuckle soup and eats soybeans.

If you drink it for another ten or twenty days, will it grow more obviously? Well......

Zi Jin couldn't help but think in her heart.

Since then, Zi Jin practiced guitar during the day, practiced at night, and ate soybean pork knuckle soup with milk kudzu root for meals, and repeated it for more than ten days.

This morning, Zi Jin was practicing the G key of guitar chords, when a tall figure suddenly appeared at the door of Zi Jin's room.

Zi Jin didn't close the door, so when she turned her head, she saw someone coming.

This is a young man, about 1.9 meters tall, with a bunch of long straight black hair on the back of his head.

Zi Jin recognized the young master of the Meng family, and the first day of the Meng family, Meng De.

Meng De entered the room and waved hello as soon as he came.

"Yo, good morning, little girl."

Hearing Meng De's words, Zi Jin was not happy.

She turned around, raised her willow eyebrows, and said angrily: "I'm not small at all, don't call me a little girl again!" ”

After more than ten days of dietary therapy, Zijin's chest is indeed not small.

Originally, Zi Jin's upper and lower bust difference was less than ten centimeters, which belonged to the smallest category among girls, but now, after more than ten days of dietary therapy, the difference between her upper and lower busts has reached fifteen centimeters.

Even if it is not as exaggerated as Qian Fei'er's twenty-eight centimeters, it is really not small, this age is already very full with this amplitude, and the shape is also very good-looking, which is very pleasing to the eye from the outside.

"Yes, yes."

Meng De was perfunctory for a moment, and then asked, "Zijin, have you thought of what track you want to play?" ”

"Huh? Track? ”

Zi Jin's eyes widened.

To be honest, she really didn't think about what tracks she wanted to play, she just wanted to practice the guitar well, and as for the assessment proposed by Qian Fei'er, she just forgot about it.

Thinking that Qian Fei'er was going to assess the repertoire, Zi Jin was anxious.

There are no tracks, what should I do?!

She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, walking up and down on the ground, clutching her hair with both hands.

Ahh

Meng De, who was on the side, saw it and couldn't help but speak.

"Hey, you don't have a track ready, do you?"

"I ...... Of course I was prepared. Zi Jin argued with a red face.

"Then you can play it down and I'll see." Mende didn't believe it.

"Uh......" Zijin took a step back.

Meng De was still staring at her, and stretched out his hand to signal, "Bounce." ”

Zi Jin gritted her teeth, her eyes turned to the side, and her head was thinking hurriedly as if she was fighting.

What to do, not prepared at all?

What to play?

She thought about it for a while, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and her eyes lit up.

Pregnant!

She turned her eyes back to look at Meng De, clenched her hands into fists and put them in front of her mouth, and coughed twice.

"Ahem, I'm prepared, now...... I'll show you now! ”

After speaking, Zi Jin held the guitar neck with her left hand, picked up the pick with her right hand and put it on the strings of the piano board, and sang while playing.

"Changli, Changli, the scenery is good on a sunny day, the red flowers are green grass, I am happy to run forward, walking all over the Qingshan people are not old, Changli is a long, Changli is a long~"

When she sang, Zi Jin was very proud, and she didn't notice that Meng De's brows were deeply furrowed.

After Zijin finished playing, she looked at Meng De and asked with pride and confidence: "How is it, I can play it okay, right?" You don't hesitate to compliment me. ”

Meng De's frown jumped vigorously.

The performance of this product is exactly the same as that of Qian Linjue, is this a husband and wife?

Shaking his head vigorously and shaking off this inexplicable thought, Meng De asked rhetorically: "Do you call this a track?" ”

From Meng De's tone and the way he interrogated, Zi Jin could hear that he didn't agree with the song he was playing.

Uh, isn't it a track?

Zi Jin's willow eyebrows furrowed.

But...... However, even so, I can't admit defeat, it's too embarrassing!

Zi Jin gritted her teeth and argued forcefully: "This...... This is the track, you can listen to it...... How can you say that a tune that you can listen to is not? ”

Meng De shook his head helplessly and spread his hands.

"Okay, you say yes."

As he spoke, he took out a small notebook from his soul guide and threw it to Zi Jin.

Zi Jin caught it and looked at Meng De with a frown.

"What is this?"

Meng De raised his chin and motioned for Zijin to open, "You can see it yourself." ”

Well?

Zi Jin frowned and opened it, only to see a poem written on it, which she read out while reading. Jiujiu Library

"Every time I see you

My heart is always pounding

Swinging thoughts

Fluttery like a marshmallow

Look at the side face of your desperate efforts

Even if I keep looking at you, I won't notice

How nice it would be if it were in a dream

That shortens the distance between the two people

God, please

Please give me a sweet dream time for only two people

Holding your beloved rabbit

I hope to fall asleep early tonight

Slippery eggs~

Slippery eggs~

Slippery eggs~

Inadvertent move again today

It hurts my heart

Savor your nonchalant smile

It always excites me too much

Once upon a time, I saw your serious look

When you close your eyes, it will come to mind

Even if it's a dream, it's good to want only two people

Sweet times

Ah, God, why

The deeper you like the dreams of the night, the better

The more sad

Take out the treasured bears

It's going to be fine tonight

Oh God, please

Please give me one of the only miracle times of my life

If we can talk smoothly, it will be after that

There's always a way

Slippery eggs~

Slippery eggs~

Slippery eggs~

Oh God, please

Please give me a sweet dream time for only two people

Holding your beloved rabbit

I hope to fall asleep early tonight

Slippery eggs~

Slippery eggs~

Slippery eggs~

Slippery eggs~

Slippery eggs~

Slippery egg~"

"It's ...... A soft-sounded girl slippery egg? Zi Jin's eyes widened vigorously, and then she raised her head and glared at Meng De.

"Aren't you plagiarizing?"

Meng De glanced at it and patiently explained, "No, have you ever seen a dead tsundere in the light sound department?" ”

Zi Jin enlisted, "Uh, no. ”

After answering, she seemed to understand something immediately, glared at Meng De and asked angrily, "Who do you say is Die Tsundere?" ”

Meng De smiled, did not answer, and turned to the door.

Zi Jin angrily threw out the paddle, hit Meng De's back, and then fell to the ground.

Meng De bent down to pick it up, threw it back to Zijin, and waved his hand when he finished throwing.

"Little girl, without this pick, I'll get hurt again."

With that, he left the room.

Zi Jin caught the paddle and gritted her teeth hatefully.

In the following time, Zijin continued to learn guitar and tunes during the day, practiced at night, and ate the same soybean stew with milk and kudzu root for dinner.

In this way, another ten days passed.

On this day, Zi Jin finished the last practice and put down the guitar.

Through 12 hours of practice every day for a month, she has mastered all the fingering of the 7th key and 49th chords, and the repertoire sent by Meng De is also proficient after more than ten days of practice.

In addition to the slippery eggs, the repertoire sent by Meng De also includes the Golden Wind, the Blue Bird, the super electromagnetic cannon of a certain science, etc., all of which Zi Jin is proficient in.

After practicing this, her hands changed a little.

On Zi Jin's fingertips, the long time of playing the guitar made the fingertips grow a thick layer of calluses, even if they are protected by picks.

This makes her fingertips no longer delicate at all, and she is estimated to be about the same as an old aunt in her thirties and forties.

However, there is no way to do it, who told her to choose a guitar?

In addition to the hands, Zi Jin's chest has also changed.

Originally, the difference between the upper and lower chest circumference reached fifteen centimeters, but now it has reached twenty-one centimeters after more than ten days of dietary therapy.

Zi Jin was very satisfied with this result, and even ignored the calluses on the tips of her fingers.

After recalling the repertoire and guitar fingering she had learned, Zijin hung up her guitar again and walked out of the room.

It's morning, and it's lunchtime in another twenty or thirty minutes, just enough for Zijin to play a few songs.

She walked down the hallway, excited and nervous.

Will I be able to play it well?

Will Qianfei'er let me get close to Linjue?

Will Lin Jue ......

As soon as she thought of this, her legs trembled with excitement.

Walking through a few corridors, Zi Jin found Qian Fei'er in a gazebo.

Qian Fei'er happened to be followed by Qian Linjue and other angel martial soul owners, and the seven people were sitting around the pavilion, as if they were talking about something.

Zi Jin came to the pavilion, the corners of her mouth raised, and she glanced at Qian Linjue proudly.