The rising new ninth-level account has become a new hot spot in the forum. Song Heming does not deserve to have a name, and has been stepped into the dust of history.
Except for a few unintentional forums, the rest of the seven groups of students fought trolls for 300 rounds under the leadership of Cen Rui. They watched the post being banned by the administrator, and then turned their attention back to the increasingly frequent exams and lectures. .
"There are still three exams this week, and there are competition-related lectures on the weekend."
Ding Zhengjiao took the arrangement this week, and read on the podium in the study room: "The students involved in the exam will receive the seating table tomorrow. The weekend lectures are the teachers in the province who specialize in tutoring chemistry competitions. They will randomly receive simulated secret papers on the spot, and the subjects are not fixed. , each person is limited to one…”
Halfway through the summer camp process, there are more and more lectures of various kinds, and various exams related to self-recruitment are mixed every day between the united and tense rehearsal gaps.
Under the leadership of the group leader Ding Zhengjiao, the seven groups of students set up a mutual aid group to help students who have exams to check materials and take meals to answer the question, trying to provide each candidate with the best preparation environment.
Yu Sheng got the job of bringing food. These days, he and Jin Linkun walked over the wall to the night market, resulting in a very tempting aroma that occupied the entire fourth-floor corridor for several consecutive nights.
The seven groups of students became more and more familiar with each other, and the degree of reverence for the evening self-study became lower and lower.
"Can you all go? Help, and I will definitely thank you later!"
Xia Junhua quickly rummaged through the arrangement on the phone: "Hangyu is here on the weekend. Their simulated dense rolls are of extremely high quality, and they can't be bought in the market!"
After all, the proportion of competition students is small, and each person is limited to one copy. Even if everyone goes, they can't get a few sets. They can only ask other students to help make up the number.
Xia Junhua asked for help from front to back, and asked everyone who could ask for help: "I'll answer it for you later, if you don't want to go to the lecture, please come to me directly..."
Lao Wan just came to see the evening self-study. He came down for a walk and listened to it for a while. He was very interested: "Can I go too?"
Looking for someone too involved, Xia Junhua didn't pay attention to the teacher coming in, and was startled: "Wan, Teacher Wan. They may only want students—"
"Must be able." Cen Rui responded quickly, covering his mouth, "Mr. Wan, we all agree that as long as you change into a school uniform and wear a hat, there is no pressure to sneak in among us."
Xia Junhua: "..."
Lao Wan was very happy, asked about the time and place, made an appointment with everyone, and continued to walk out the back door at a constant speed.
As soon as Lao Wan's figure disappeared outside the door, Xia Junhua rushed over and shook Liang Yifan's neck: "Is it my brother? Why didn't the teacher call the police when he came in!"
"I'm sitting in the penultimate row, and it's not easy to be in charge of the lookout."
Liang Yifan resisted stubbornly: "Forget the director of the inspection. If Lao Wan comes, he will call the police. Do you think you are worthy of Lao Wan?"
Cen Rui added: "Although Lao Wan came to check the night for self-study, has he received anything other than octopus balls and roasted gluten?"
With reason and reason, Xia Junhua opened his mouth, glanced at the two bosses in the last row harmoniously immersed in the ocean of knowledge, and sat back convinced.
"To be honest, I think Lao Wan's style is very incompatible with the H Zhong he came from..."
The more he thought about it, the more curious he became, and he couldn't help but poked at Kong Jiahe, the deputy team leader who was rarely writing questions: "Old Kong, did you teacher Wan do the same thing in H?"
Kong Jiahe always looked like he had something to say from just now, but he just didn't know how to join the chat. After being poked by him, he breathed a sigh of relief and blurted out, "Student Xia, I can also help."
"..." Xia Junhua has almost forgotten his original intention, and thought for a while: "Okay, great, thank you deputy team leader."
Kong Jiahe adjusted his glasses, grinned happily, set the alarm clock for the weekend in earnest, and immersed himself in the questions again.
Xia Junhua lay on Liang Yifan's shoulder and looked at it for a while: "I seem to understand."
Before the topic in his hand was finished, Liang Yifan raised his head with the pen in his mouth: "Huh?"
"Just," Xia Junhua touched his head, "everyone is cute."
Even the Great Demon King-level school is the same, except that it is a little harder than others, but it is actually quite cute.
He was still sighing, but Liang Yifan's shoulder under his arm suddenly shuddered.
Xia Junhua was inexplicable: "What's the matter, am I wrong?"
Liang Yifan pushed his arm away and emphasized solemnly, "Yes, I may not want to hear this word for the time being."
Xia Junhua: "Which word?"
"Adjective." Liang Yifan pointed the way accurately, "The one after the adverb."
"… "
Hua Jing student Xia Junhua flipped through the Chinese grammar from Kong Jiahe's desk and sat back to his seat.
After the evening self-study, in order to express his gratitude to the whole group for their righteous support, Xia Junhua must invite everyone out for dinner.
"I will be on stage next week, and I have to find a more suitable place."
Ding Zhengjiao is very conscientious and divides the time of the seven groups of students very carefully: "KTV, it's cheap at midnight. Except for Kunshen and Brother Sheng, the rest have brought their musical instruments, and they can eat snacks and rehearse. "
The seven groups of masters were very good, and half of them had never been to KTV, so they were so excited that they immediately started to pack their things.
"Are they all so positive?" Xia Junhua was stunned. "Isn't it the little friend who opened the camp and stepped on the morning light to chase knowledge?"
Cen Rui: "No, I have two important tasks of harmonica and sand hammer. Don't stop me from pursuing art."
Liang Yifan: "Can KTV allow me to whistle? Will people always come to disturb me like a hot pot restaurant?"
"No." Cen Rui patted him on the shoulder, "It's the waiters who always bother you in the hot pot restaurant. They think your induction cooker is about to explode."
Liang Yifan happily started to pack his schoolbag, and turned around familiarly in the adoring gaze of a group of people. He went to the back seat and asked him about the addresses and prices of various KTVs.
With the enthusiasm of the seven groups of students in order to ask questions, Jin Linkun has gathered all the strategies for eating, drinking and playing around N University, all of which are very clearly categorized. I quickly found the KTV part and sent it back to him.
Xia Junhua still felt that the world was changing too fast, so he turned around and tried to seek comfort from Kong Jiahe: "Deputy team leader, are you going too?"
"go."
Kong Jiahe put down his pen seriously: "Mr. Wan said that this month may be a month that we will remember deeply for many years to come, so if there is a chance, we must try everything that can be done at this age. "
Xia Junhua opened his mouth, rubbed his hair, and said nothing.
A group of people jumped over the wall and left the school. Under the guidance of Kunshen's friendship, they chose a KTV with moderate price and good conditions, and booked the largest box.
Although it was here for rehearsal, a group of dutiful students could not help but be excited when they came to a new world. They put down their schoolbags and musical instruments and first explored various details in the new world.
Cen Rui was running around, touching the microphone and touching the screen, pulling the people around him to the song ordering screen: "This is too simple! What song do you want to sing? I'll give you—"
Cen Rui: "Click..."
Looking at the erhu that Kong Jiahe took out from behind, Cen Rui cleared his throat: "Deputy team leader... Are you going to pull it?"
"I'll give it a try and see if I can keep up."
Kong Jiahe put some rosin on the bow and put a cloth on it: "You can sing, don't worry about me."
"… "
Cen Rui's hand hesitated in front of the screen for a long time, but he still deleted a row of passionate new songs and reopened the golden years in the leftmost column.
The microphone of KTV has magic power, even people who are out of tune can't help but try it twice, there is still a certain chance to trigger the ultimate effect of holding the microphone and not letting go.
The piano could not be moved, and Jin Linkun's wish to go back to the dormitory to get a small electronic piano was strangled in the cradle by Yu Sheng. The two of them had nothing to do, leaned on the sofa and enjoyed watching the seven groups of students line up in an orderly manner to hold the microphone between rehearsals.
Yu Sheng has been playing the qin for more than ten years, but he can't stand the completely out-of-tune magic sound. focus.
The quality of this fruit plate is good, Yu Sheng stretched out his hand while flipping through the book, wanting to take another petal, but a plate of oranges has already been handed to him.
After they were all peeled off, Huang Chengcheng placed them in a circle, toothpicks were inserted on them, and they had a fresh and refreshing fruity fragrance.
Looking up, Jin Linkun wasn't making up his sleep. He turned to look at him, his eyes bent: "Which one do you want to eat?"
"Have you lost your insomnia?" Yu Sheng shoved an orange petal into his mouth, and glanced at the plentiful fruit bowl, which had been reduced by one category, "Forget it, leave something for the masses to quench their thirst."
Jin Linkun smiled, moved closer, and ate an orange.
Playing the piano requires not only a sense of music, but also muscle memory, which can only be practiced day after day with great intensity. Recently, a lot of time has been allocated to practice the piano, and the progress of the review has been crowded out and slowed down a lot.
Yu Sheng had to make up for the content that he hadn't read in the first two years of high school, so he picked up the plate and delivered it to him, moved the book to a slightly brighter place, and turned the page again.
The opened book was suddenly held down by a hand.
The book was placed on his lap, and a very steady force passed through the pages, and fell covertly.
"Go back and look again, it hurts the eyes here."
Jin Linkun pressed the book and tapped twice: "If you're bored, go out with you to get some air."
The lights in the KTV box were so dazzlingly dazzling that Jin Linkun specially instructed Cen Rui to turn on the ceiling light, but the light was still dim, so it was okay to read people, but it took a lot of effort to read a book.
"It's not boring." Yu Sheng sat up a little, took off an earphone, and looked at the seven groups of classmates who were letting go of their suppressed nature: "Aren't you going to sing a song?"
Jin Linkun raised his head, looked at the leader of the seventh group who was opened to a new world by the microphone, smiled and shook his head: "Forget it... Don't be too public."
It is rare to see this person and know not to be too public, Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and couldn't help guessing: "Do you have skills that are more deadly than playing games?"
"..." Jin Linkun still hasn't upgraded his roommate's gold trumpet back to platinum, touched his nose, and tried to explain: "Friend, that incident was an accident—"
Before he could finish explaining, he was interrupted by Guikulanghao who rushed over.
"God Kun, Brother Sheng!"
Cen Rui danced around for a whole night, becoming more and more courageous, and came over to ask for help: "Help, the team leader has to continue singing, only you can stop him..."
Yu Sheng raised his head and looked at Ding Zhengjiao, who was staring at the screen, and the seven groups of people who were desperate to live, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Recently, Jin Linkun and the seven groups have gotten along well, almost answering every question. Yu Sheng wasn't busy, he put the earphones back into his ears, lowered his head and flipped through the book without hesitation.
"… "
Cen Rui covered his chest: "Brother Sheng, you can't ignore it just because it's fun. The sound insulation of headphones is also limited. I don't believe that the penetrating power of the team leader can't affect you..."
"Noise-canceling headphones, the effect is pretty good."
Jin Linkun thoughtfully helped explain: "There are songs in it, unless someone talks to their ears, they can't hear it."
"Does it work so well?"
Cen Rui couldn't believe it. Seeing his very experienced appearance, he couldn't bear to doubt: "What should we do? If we continue like this, maybe he will die or we will die..."
Kunshen is very reliable in helping others, he raised his eyebrows and pondered a little, and lowered his voice to provide an idea.
…
Two minutes later, Liang Yifan borrowed the erhu from Kong Jiahe, the deputy team leader, and stopped the team leader's affectionate play with poison.
Everything was back on track. Ding Zhengjiao blushed and apologized. The seven groups passed unanimously, turned off the microphone, connected to the recorded piano accompaniment, and continued to concentrate on rehearsal.
Yu Sheng didn't really read the book, so he turned a few pages and heard the vague howls of ghosts and wolves turned into the familiar dance of demons, and subconsciously raised his head.
Jin Linkun didn't play the small electronic organ, so he sat lonely next to him, and when he saw him looking up, he brought his arms up from behind.
"Why?" The sofa was too soft, Yu Sheng was a little tired from sitting, and sat up with the support of his arms behind his back, "If you want to participate so much, I'll fetch the piano for you?"
Jin Linkun coughed lightly and touched the tip of his nose: "No... I didn't finish speaking just now, continue."
Being interrupted, Yu Sheng almost forgot what he said just now, and after thinking about it, he remembered that the man tried to explain to him which is better between playing games and singing.
The topic was very boring, Yu Sheng lowered his head and did not intend to continue discussing this issue: "No need to continue, in my heart you have no better skills than playing games."
The feeling of watching the account fall from the star diamond is really unforgettable, Yu Sheng feels that it will take a while for him to baptize before he can wipe this unforgettable memory from his mind.
Jin Linkun actually smiled modestly and shyly: "That's right, I'm really better at singing than playing games..."
"..." Yu Sheng couldn't help but raised his head, wanting to remind him that he wasn't praising him, and the deep voice in his ear continued to sound through the music: "If you don't believe me, I'll sing it for you."
The book in Yu Sheng's hand turned over a page, and he didn't know what to do, so he stopped and wanted to go back.
Jin Linkun looked serious, touched his mobile phone connected to the earphone, and glanced at the song he was listening to: "Which song are you listening to? I'll try—"
After a pause, Jin Linkun carefully looked at the record spinning on the screen of the mobile phone, her eyebrows raised, and her black eyes behind the lens couldn't help bending down.
Yu Sheng grabbed the phone back and poured cold water on him: "I am familiar with your style of music, so that I won't be able to keep up with you when you suddenly become holy."
Jin Linkun felt that this reason was quite suitable, and could perfectly explain why his roommate listened to the chants of the church organ while reciting the geography on KTV.
This person is easy to get carried away every time he takes a little advantage. Yu Sheng glanced at the smile that couldn't be suppressed from the corner of his lips, pressed the phone, and his shoulders were wrapped by the arms behind him.
"I can sing." Jin Linkun pressed his hand to turn off the player, "Don't move, I'll sing for you."
The two of them were sitting close to each other, and he leaned over like this, almost touching each other.
His body temperature was a little higher than Yu Sheng's, and the warm breath swept across his neck, causing Yu Sheng to frown, his shoulders tensed: "Sing quickly, don't talk nonsense."
With the earphone still plugged into his ear, Yu Sheng raised his hand to take it off, but Jin Linkun was already close to his ear and sang in a low voice according to the progress of the lyrics on the screen.
The low-pitched, slightly sandy voice was close to the ear, and it came in clearly through the powerful noise-cancelling band of the earphones.
Yu Sheng paused, turning his head slightly.
…
"Can I use a harmonica here? Seriously, I don't think I can take on such an important task as a solo, or the sand hammer is more suitable for me... "
Cen Rui felt very stressed when he practiced. He hugged his small sand hammer tightly, trying to hide in the torrent of the whole piece of music: "Kun God, look at this score—"
As soon as he looked up, his voice caught in his throat for a moment, and his eyes widened in astonishment.
"There must be emotion here, and the triangle must be struck emotionally... What's the matter?"
Ding Zhengjiao, who was instructing the team members to adjust their state, looked up and followed: "... uh, save my classmate?"
"I told you, my name is the Internet, and it's fate. The weak name at the time is no longer worthy of me."
Liang Yifan came out of his melodious whistle, rubbed his cheeks and looked up: "What's the matter?"
Everyone was looking at the other corner, and he followed, blankly: "Is there something wrong?"
Xia Junhua massaged Tianying acupoint twice: "What are they... doing?"
"… "
Liang Yifan had no hope for this group of people who made a fuss and refused to admit the reality. He waved his hand casually, and continued to lower his head to immerse himself in his whistling world: "Think in the best light, maybe Kunshen is a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years. , caught Brother Sheng as food, and is trying to bite his neck."
…
Most of the students in the seventh group were still at a loss, looked at each other for a while, bowed their heads under the domination of the instinct that appeared for no reason, and continued to study their own instruments.
Amidst the squeaking of diligent music, Jin Linkun circled his arms and asked Yu Sheng to unload most of his weight on his shoulders, put it next to his ear, and sang the chant to him alone, line by line.
He sang much better than Yu Sheng imagined, and the pitch was very stable and beautiful. At first, it was a little different from the rhythm of the accompaniment, but after singing a few lines, it fit perfectly.
His ears were uncomfortable from the airflow, Yu Sheng turned his face slightly, listened for a while, and relaxed a little with his shoulders in the arms behind him.
The light of KTV is really not suitable for reading. He hastily turned over ten pages, his eyes are a little sore, he simply leans back and closes his eyes.
Jin Linkun raised the corners of his lips, raised his arms, and gently rubbed his head twice.
The voice that is already distinctly different from the boy's, a little deep and magnetic, softens every inch of the edge.
He took off his helmet and removed his armor, biting the English words softly, and falling into his ears with the grand accompaniment of the organ in the earphones.
Chopin triumphed over the organ.