Liang Yifan suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the back seat was a bit strange.
To sum it up, it was probably an extremely rare and extremely strong desire to survive, and even made the chair under his buttocks shake twice.
When he saw the unread message "What other talents can he have" on his mobile phone, Liang Yifan suddenly realized with hindsight that the two swings of the stool just now might have been kicked by the god Kun.
The seven groups of people are almost finished picking their talents, and for a while, they really can't think of anything that is natural and does not seem deliberate.
Liang Yifan clutched his phone and turned his head, quickly turning his head to prepare for interruption, at least to give Kunshen a time to think and prepare.
Jin Linkun looked more nervous than usual, opened his mouth, and turned the pen in his hand.
The registration form is only one, handwritten, and the people behind are still waiting to fill it out. Yu Sheng was a little impatient, he pressed the hand he just picked up the pen, and firmly grasped: "Hurry up."
The two were sitting side by side, Yu Sheng was holding a pen in his right hand, and his left hand reached over to grab his hand, and the whole person almost leaned over.
The familiar breath suddenly approached, Jin Linkun's mind was empty for a moment, and he said subconsciously: "Pipe organ..."
Yu Sheng frowned, put down the pen and looked up.
Liang Yifan also heard Yu Sheng's joke, and he interrupted and procrastinated by saying, "Hahaha, it turns out that someone's talent is a pipe organ", and then he heard a clever move: "...What is a pipe organ?"
Yu Sheng: "…"
Liang Yifan: "..."
…
The story took place the day before the city's unified examination.
Jin Linkun just came back from the youth training camp and took the exam the next day. Because it was too boring, he signed up with his game account of the year.
Because the strength is still much stronger than that of Baiyin after all, it was too easy to win, and he was rudely shot out by the contemporary practice.
After playing the game for such a long time, it was the first time that someone was used as a booster, and he saw the results of a year of suffering from the youth training camp. Coming back from the youth training camp, his strength has grown by leaps and bounds, not because he has found a high-level trainer.
Probably because he added a lot of friends, the last time the other party finally passed, and he kindly sent a message to wish him good luck, don't run into yourself every time.
…
Then he didn't know if it was due to the blessing of some kind of metaphysical power. When he was still a little confused about this news, he found that two people could meet by chance no matter how they were arranged.
And the other party can keep staring at him every time, even if they airdrop on both ends of the map, they can shoot him out before entering the last lap.
Heroes cherish heroes, Jin Linkun thinks this person can make friends.
After taking the exam and then getting on the number, the two of them were in the first round again under the arrangement of fate. This time the new friend seemed to be in a bad mood, and even the speed of beating him out was much slower than the night before.
He thought about it carefully, and felt that the only thing that could be more interesting was the summer camp, so he generously shared it with the other party.
Later, at the summer camp, Jin Linkun actually went over the wall several times, but the two never met again by chance.
He also thought that maybe it was a new friend who came to the summer camp, so he found new fun and swam happily in the ocean of knowledge.
I never thought that it might be that the other party not only had one number, but even lent him one, and he even made him fall from star diamond all the way to gold three.
"… "
After listening to the whole process, Liang Yifan couldn't help expressing his sympathy: "Kun God, I don't think you deserved the beating."
He was shocked when he heard Jin Linkun pretending to be stupid, and without hesitation, he took all the artistic specialties of performing arts out of the options.
After Yu Sheng reacted to the possibility of darkness under the light and quickly connected the whole story, all his work was to hold his head and help protect the things on the table from falling.
"It's okay." Jin Linkun adjusted his glasses and helped the crooked table back again: "Is there any other strategy?"
Yu Sheng was dragged away by the team leader of the seventh team to help with the staff program. Liang Yifan knew nothing, waited for the arrangement honestly, and was still immersed in the shock that his god had devised such a strategy: "Ah? Like what..."
Jin Linkun gave him a clear search scope: "For example, if you have just been beaten, how can you continue to take roommates out for dinner?"
Liang Yifan: "..."
The self-study class turned into a talent show, and everyone was scrambling for inspiration. Jin Linkun was beaten so obscurely that few people even noticed.
Yu Sheng was dragged by a group of people, and they were eagerly discussing what programs the seven groups could come up with and win a place in the art show.
"How about the chorus?" Ding Zhengjiao didn't know much about this kind of activity, so he thought hard: "Brother Sheng plays the piano, doesn't Dong Jue know how to sing? You can lead the singing."
The registration form was designed by Cen Rui on the spot, and it just passed it back and slapped it in front of him: "Team leader, look at how many people have ticked the 'not out of tune' item on this, it will probably dispel your unrealistic behavior. idea."
In particular, there are actually several people who honestly chose "I don't know what a tune is", and they don't know what the effect of opening a mouth is.
The form of chorus programs was put into the cold palace in a blink of an eye. A group of people thought hard and came up with several ideas one after another, but they had to give up one by one due to the limitations of realistic conditions.
After going around in a circle, I couldn't come up with a suitable program format for everyone.
"I think, this activity mainly depends on the face."
Xia Junhua thought with his pen in his mouth: "According to my years of experience in theatrical performances, as long as you look good, you may get unanimous praise from the judges while standing on the stage and brushing the questions."
Cen Rui agrees: "And as long as there are two people in front to attract attention, we can try to paddle in the back."
…
Everyone's eyes fell on Sheng for a while, and then turned to another corner of the classroom.
"When you say that, I suddenly feel that Kunshen and Brother Sheng are standing on the stage, and we seem to have a chance of winning."
Ding Zhengjiao was a little moved: "Brother Sheng knows the piano, why don't you ask Kunshen what talent? No matter what it is, let's cooperate fully—"
Yu Sheng, who was forced to come over to help and listen to the discussion while reviewing the questions, finally raised his head: "He can play the organ."
"… "
In the silence, Ding Zhengjiao was still reluctant to give up and tried to make a suggestion: "Or - we can play the organ..."
The first plenary session of the seven groups reached a dead end.
For the next two days, the content of the discussion still failed to get out of the dead end.
Under the leadership of Liang Yifan, more and more people dared to come to the last row to chat. In order to discuss the appropriate form of performance, the heads of several major program organizations mustered up their courage. Under the leadership of the group leader Ding Zhengjiao, they used their spare time to gather around the two big men who gathered the hope of the whole group.
"Kun God, I can't figure it out."
Cen Rui also squatted at the table holding the book, and couldn't help but ask: "What made you decide to learn the organ? Is it an ideal? Is it a belief?"
Xia Junhua joined in the fun: "Is it a tribute to the king of musical instruments and the pursuit of love for classical music?"
A musical instrument with several rooms in itself and several floors high, and a little domineering can occupy the entire church. How to learn it, the seven groups of students secretly discussed for a long time.
In the end, under the impeccable theory of the deputy team leader Kong Jiahe that "as long as there are people playing a musical instrument, there must be a way to learn this musical instrument", it was finally basically dismissed Kunshen just because he did not want to participate in group activities, he made up a random one. Talent speculation.
Jin Linkun has been very friendly recently, and he will chat more with his classmates. Hearing this, he put down his pen: "In order not to be always called up to perform talents."
Ding Zhengjiao: "..."
Xia Junhua: "..."
"… "
Cen Rui, who specializes in harmonica, listened in a daze: "Damn, I'm actually a little moved."
"Be quiet." Ding Zhengjiao reminded him in a low voice, "Brother Sheng is sleeping."
Just switched from writing questions to endorsing last night, Yu Sheng turned the historical chronology in his mind for half a night, didn't sleep well, and was lying on the table to catch up on sleep.
This kind of environment with people talking and not too loud is naturally quite hypnotic. Yu Sheng slept for half of the activity class, and he still hasn't woken up yet.
The voices of a group of people consciously couldn't be lowered any lower. Seeing that Kunshen put down their pen and said a word, they turned around again and gently stretched their jackets for the people lying on the table.
Yu Sheng buried half of his face in his arms, noticed the movement on his shoulders, frowned, and raised his hand to open it.
Jin Linkun was not in a hurry at all, patiently held his hand and sent it back, sorted out his clothes, and patted his back twice.
Aware of the familiar strength, Yu Sheng's strength that he wanted to sit up with his arms eased, then lay back down, releasing Meifeng and continuing to sleep.
"… Wow."
Cen Rui suddenly didn't know what to express: "Xia Junhua, student of the right-hand rule, what do you think this time?"
Xia Junhua: "Don't talk, I need to sort out my thoughts."
Dong Jue: "I'm starting to want to sleep. Really, is it so happy to sleep in class?"
Liang Yifan was used to seeing it, and was not surprised by this kind of picture for a long time. He glanced at the group of ignorant classmates, and calmly unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of water.
The seven groups of students who were greatly stimulated by the scene in front of them were huddled together to keep warm, Ding Zhengjiao, the only one who did not participate, watched back and forth for a while, and said hesitantly: "Kun God, I heard that you can play the organ. , at least must have the piano foundation... "
Jin Linkun nodded.
Ding Zhengjiao keenly grasped the flashing thought in his mind: "Can you and Brother Sheng - can you play together with four hands?"
Yu Sheng has four-handed piano scores, but they are all at home, so he has to go home to get them.
When discussing the plan for this step, Kong Jiahe tried to propose that there are bookstores in the city that sell piano scores. In contrast, buying a new book saves manpower and material resources than taking a bus to Linshi to get it, and everyone will work together. He covered his mouth and pressed it back together.
"Of course it is."
When Lao Wan got the leave request, he was a little curious: "But classmate Yu is going to get the piano score, why are two people asking for leave?"
Team leader Ding Zhengjiao has long been prepared: "Because piano scores should be selected according to their hobbies and skills, Kun-Jin Linkun is good at different directions from Yu Sheng, and the two of them need to decide which book to take after discussion. return."
Lao Wan nodded and turned over the leave application: "Then why do you need to ask for two days?"
Cen Rui quickly raised his hand: "Because the city next door is far away from here, Kunshen is prone to motion sickness and needs to rest for a night, otherwise it will affect his state too much."
Justified.
Lao Wan readily agreed and granted two days of leave to the two.
On Line 4, Jin Linkun, who claims to be motion sickness, was raising his arms, trying to make his roommate, who was packed and brought out just after waking up, put on his clothes: "Sleep a little longer, I'll call you when I get to the station."
"No, I woke up."
Yu Sheng just slept and was arranged to be clear, a little surprised at Jin Linkun's easy talk, rubbed his forehead and sat up: "Why do you want to play with four hands all of a sudden, then what are they doing on stage?"
"It hasn't been decided yet. It may be a dancer or a stage play."
Because of the genius of the team leader of the seven groups, Jin Linkun fully participated in a discussion for the first time, and told him in great detail: "The deputy team leader can play the erhu, and Cen Rui can play the harmonica. There are also a few people who have musical instrument expertise, and they are discussing, Let's see if we can find the right way to incorporate it all."
Yu Sheng took the thermos cup that he handed over and poured his saliva: "It's almost going to be a fight."
When I was in elementary school, in order to be able to stand on stage, I also participated in a so-called Chinese and Western musical instrument performance in the city. Because of the lack of preparation time and the hasty running-in, I can still clearly remember the grand occasion at that time.
Jin Linkun was curious: "How did the fight start?"
Yu Sheng briefly recalled to him: "The erhu player held the Hu string to saw the violin player, the clarinet player all over the world chased and killed the suona, the sanxian was missing a pick, and finally found it at the guitar, and the drum set wanted to pull the frame. , was beaten by both sides."
Listening to him, Jin Linkun couldn't help laughing: "It's quite lively."
"Ah." Yu Sheng recalled the past events now, but he didn't have any thoughts left. He smiled and rubbed his neck, "It was quite lively."
In fact, the final result of the performance was quite good, except that he was a middle and high school student, and there were parents sitting in the audience who couldn't fight. The layman also thought it was very pleasant to listen to, and cheers rang out one after another.
Although I don't have any expectations for the effect of this performance, if the rehearsal is properly scheduled, I might be able to come up with something foolish at that time.
This time, the subway seemed to arrive at the station faster than the last time. Yu Sheng just changed his mind and was tapped twice on the knee by Jin Linkun, indicating that he had arrived at the station.
As soon as I got out of the subway station, the scorching sun hit my face.
Yu Sheng came here once, remembered the way, and pulled Jin Linkun who was about to turn his head down and turn over the map: "Follow, don't get lost."
Obviously, the last time I came, I was going to escape the summer camp by jumping over the wall, but inexplicably I bought a pancake and went back over the wall. I didn't even remember why I came out.
Now that I have come to this place again, I still come with this person, to go home to get the piano score for a cultural performance that I have no interest in for a long time.
Yu Sheng himself felt a little strange.
Jin Linkun smiled and followed him: "I'm really lost, can you come back to me?"
"Find a fart."
Yu Sheng had a headache from the sun, and glanced at him angrily: "If you lose you, stay at the summer camp alone. I go home and play games. I can lie down as I want. It's better than staying in the dormitory."
Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, but he stopped talking in a good-natured manner, and quickened his pace to follow him.
At noon, when Yiliu snacks arrived at the stall again, they were arranged in a row, and they were bustlingly attracting customers.
Jin Linkun seemed to be coming out for the first time, and he had to take a look at everything. He was curious about a pancake stand, and was patted by Yu Sheng: "Eating pancakes on a hot day, don't you get motion sickness?"
When Yu Sheng woke up, a group of people had already written the leave application with strong execution and were going to ask for leave for two people, so they had time to hear such a meme.
"I was still dizzy just now, just get some air."
Jin Linkun talked nonsense with peace of mind, and withdrew his gaze from the variety of ingredients on the pancake cart, a little regretful: "This looks delicious..."
There are a lot of people in the urban area, and it is easy to get scattered if you are not careful. Yu Sheng was afraid that he would not be able to keep up with the person walking too fast, so he stopped and waited for him, and couldn't help but take a look.
… a little familiar.
Before he could pull out the scene from his memory, the enthusiastic stall owner immediately recognized the young man who had a unique way of ordering food at that time, and happily waved to him: "I haven't seen you for a long time - you bought it last time. I went back in a hurry after a pancake, are you not in a hurry this time?"
The stall owner's memory is very good, and he has already started to take things quickly in his hands: "I still have pancakes today? I also put a set of everything and only put a set of crisps? Wait three minutes, and it will be made immediately!"