In order to prove that she was still in the rebellious period, Ding Meng resolutely sent a text message to Qiao Yichen, saying that she would go back immediately after eating the skewers, and then quickly turned off the phone.
After taking the bus to Xiangpiao Shili, Jiang Nanqing had already ordered a table of dishes and was waiting for her. Ding Meng looked at it and saw that many of them were her favorites, so she couldn't help being moved: "Nan Qing, you are the best for me. ."
Jiang Nanqing rolled her eyes at her, obviously not following her routine: "AA's."
Ding Meng: "..."
Sure enough, everything is vulnerable in the face of money.
She sat down on the chair with the corners of her mouth pouted and took a sip of barley tea. Jiang Nanqing looked at her from the opposite side, and asked jokingly, "Didn't the producer of your family, Mr. Qiao, let you come? You are so determined to go back and deal with it?"
Ding Meng choked on the water: "I just came to my senses, you're right, why should I listen to him like that?" If they were a real husband and wife, it wouldn't matter, but they were even fake husbands and wives. Why should he be eaten to death? The agreement is clearly written, and the two do not interfere with each other's lives.
So Ding Meng waited peacefully for the cooked food to float up, played with chopsticks to perfection, and ate all over the place.
It's just that the good times didn't last long. Just after the first round of the battle, a black car stopped outside the Xiangpiao Shili Store. Jiang Nanqing took a look at the situation and sighed: "This person is really stylish. He drives a luxury car to eat skewered incense."
Ding Meng also looked over, and the more she looked, the more she felt that this car looked familiar... The people in the car looked even more familiar = =.
Qiao Yichen closed the car door, took a long leg, and walked straight towards Ding Meng.
The impact of this picture was so strong that Ding Meng was so frightened that the quail eggs on her chopsticks almost fell back into the pot.
"Have you eaten yet?" Qiao Yichen asked cheerfully, standing in front of her.
Ding Meng swallowed her saliva. The kinder he smiled at this moment, the more tragic her special training might be. In this strange atmosphere, Jiang Nanqing stubbornly gossips: "Mengmeng, don't you introduce me?"
Ding Meng smiled dryly: "Joe, big producer Qiao."
"Oh." Jiang Nanqing glanced at him and introduced, "My name is Jiang Nanqing, and I'm Mengmeng's good friend."
Qiao Yichen nodded to her: "Hello, but I heard from her mother, isn't her Chuanchuan friend named Xiao Zhuozi?"
Ding Meng: "..."
Well, she finally knew why Qiao Yichen could find this place.
How could her mother sell her daughter for glory like this, and even Xiao Zhuozi was confessed, she was heartbroken!
"You have eaten the skewer too. Can you go back now? It will be bad to be recognized later."
Ding Meng froze for a while, thinking that Qiao Yichen's worries were justified, after all, she is someone who has been on TV now.
So she picked up her bag, threw down the ten-yuan bill, and followed Qiao Yichen out.
Jiang Nanqing looked at their backs, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching. I haven't seen her for a few days, she is still struggling with food and clothing, and her good friends have begun to worry about being recognized when they go out.
But... ten dollars is obviously not enough!
After Ding Meng got into the car with Qiao Yichen, she carefully observed him for a while, then laughed twice, "Aren't you angry?"
"why?"
"...because I ran out to eat skewers."
Qiao Yichen glanced at her, and quickly withdrew his gaze: "No, but I kind of understand how you felt when you brought me back to school from the Internet cafe when I skipped class."
Ding Meng: "..."
She also seemed to understand a little bit about his feeling of skipping classes to go to an Internet cafe... She seemed to be going backwards as she lived.
She coughed and subconsciously defended herself: "I grew up eating Chuanchuanxiang downstairs. Their house is very clean, and I have eaten for so many years, and my throat is still very good."
Qiao Yichen said: "That's because you didn't sing before. If you use your voice like a professional singer and eat like this, your voice will be scrapped sooner or later."
"Uh... Then it's okay to eat once in a while, right?" She couldn't help fighting for more benefits for herself, although it seemed that this matter did not require Qiao Yichen's consent at all.
Fortunately, Qiao Yichen wasn't so inhumane, so he hummed lightly.
Ding Meng was relieved and began to think about what would happen after becoming a "professional singer": "Do you think I should wear a hat when I go out tomorrow?"
"Cover the sun?"
"No, I'm not afraid of being recognized."
"… you think too much."
Ding Meng was depressed: "Didn't you just say you were worried about being recognized?"
Qiao Yichen was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I'm worried that the two of us will be recognized together. If you are alone, with your current popularity, only your relatives and friends will recognize you."
Ding Meng: "..."
Can we still play together...
After arriving home, Ding Meng really saw the dinner Qiao Yichen was talking about on the phone. She was happily preparing to pounce, but was interrupted by Qiao Yichen's words: "Go to the second floor and start special training."
Ding Meng teared up: "But I haven't eaten yet."
Qiao Yichen looked at her strangely: "Didn't you just finish eating the skewers?"
Ding Meng: "..."
I was taken away by you before I even performed 10%!
Qiao Yichen completely ignored her accusing eyes and went upstairs without looking back.
Ding Meng: "..."
He just looks angry, doesn't he? Still pretending to be generous in front of her...
Sure enough, he kept picking on the pronunciation training and guitar learning, and finally said: "Since you have eaten high-calorie food today, just run for an extra half hour."
Ding Meng: "..."
She pursed her lips, looked at him and said, "Are you not angry again?"
Qiao Yichen didn't speak, but the corner of his mouth was barely visible.
Ding Meng felt that today's run was irresistible, and was about to go up to her fate when the phone rang - she especially remembered to take her phone with her today.
"Wait a minute, I'll take a call." She ran over to pick up the phone, and the lit sign said Express Delivery, "Hello, yes, yes, thank you."
Ding Meng put down the phone, looked at Qiao Yichen and said, "I have a package arrived, I'll go down and get it, I'll be right back."
Qiao Yichen nodded and said nothing. Ding Meng went to the security guard downstairs to pick up the package, researched the array, and found that it was the cup she bought yesterday, but she didn't expect it to arrive so soon.
She went back to the living room and took scissors to open the carton, and there were two cups neatly placed inside, one blue and one pink.
Qiao Yichen also came downstairs, passed behind her and asked, "Why did you buy a cup?"
Ding Meng suddenly looked resentful: "You don't know how hard it is to grab the water in the training camp! I looked for it yesterday and found that I didn't have a big cup, so I had to buy it now."
Qiao Yichen wanted to say that he had, but he held back. Ding Meng tore the plastic buffer film on the outside of the cup, and thought about it and handed Qiao Yichen a blue cup: "I'll give this to you, buy two for a discount and a small gift, so I bought one more. ."
She didn't say that it was actually a pair of lovers' cups, but she liked the pink one very much, so she bought both.
But even if she didn't say it, Qiao Yichen could see it, the same design, one pink and one blue, with a heart in the middle.
"Thank you, I just happened to be short of a water glass." He took it without changing his face.
The cup that Ding Meng bought is a large-capacity straw cup, but the design is too cute and not suitable for boys. Fortunately, the quality is not bad. When Qiao Yichen went back to the room to put the water glass, Ding Meng had already run up to the second floor of her own accord. After all, she thought she hadn't had dinner yet, so she would finish her run earlier and eat earlier...
Qiao Yichen also came up soon after, played music like yesterday, and watched her. Only half an hour later, he stopped: "Let's get here first today."
Ding Meng opened her eyes in disbelief, and Qiao Yichen said calmly, "Physical training can't be too intense all at once, your body will be overwhelmed, it's better to do it gradually."
Ding Meng was lost in thought. He definitely wanted to punish himself for running half an hour longer. What made him change his mind? One second, two seconds and three seconds, Ding Meng had an idea, and felt that she might have gotten to the point.
Could it be the cup she gave? Then she must send him more things in the future.
The next day, Ding Meng took her big glass to the training camp. The first thing she did was to get herself a full glass of water. Qiao Yichen also took the cup to the company. In the recording studio, a staff member accidentally saw him drinking water and was shocked: "Qiao Da, you use such a Q-sized water cup?"
Qiao Yichen glanced at it lightly: "Do you have an opinion?"
"... I dare not." The staff silently looked back.
In the evening Xiaozao training, Qiao Yichen routinely asked Ding Meng what she had learned during the day.
Ding Meng said: "Today, there is no pronunciation training and music theory knowledge learning. The teacher asked us to sing for the next competition and start to guide us. However, the physical fitness and shape training will continue."
Qiao Yichen nodded: "The training over there is mainly to deal with the competition, I will continue to train your basic skills."
"Oh."
"By the way, what song are you going to sing next time?"
Ding Meng said, "Over the rainbow."
Qiao Yichen didn't say anything, just raised his hand and played on the piano keys, the familiar melody echoed in the room.
"Sing it to me once."
Ding Meng had sung to the teacher several times in the afternoon, but she was still a little nervous when facing Qiao Yichen. She sang it according to the method instructed by the teacher in the afternoon, and waited anxiously for Qiao Yichen's evaluation.
"The training in the past few days is still effective, at least you are no longer singing KTV. You begin to consciously control the position of your vocal cords when you vocalize, including mouth shape and breathing, and even the resonance of the mouth and nasal cavity." He saw Ding Meng With a hint of joy on his face, he added lightly, "But for a singer, these are the foundations of the foundation."
Ding Meng: "..."
Well, she still has 108,000 miles to reach the standard of a big Qiao producer.
"It's still pronunciation training, half an hour." After Qiao Yichen finished speaking, he pressed the key with a little force on his wrist.