The Qingchu band won the next few group matches very smoothly. They passed all the way, and finally encountered difficulties in the semi-finals.
The semi-finals require original repertoire and composition for the proposition.
Su Jing looked at the topic, and cursed and yelled: "Theme campus, fuck it, who here is not here because you didn't live a good campus life."
"Xiao Xie should have an idea." Sheng Kong knew how to smooth things over, "Xiao Xie is the kind of good boy who goes to school well."
Ji Sheng, who was lying on the ground and paddling in the water, propped himself up, tilted his head and asked, "That's right, Xiao Xie, hurry up and share it, so that our bad guys can also learn from the cloud."
The members of Qingchu looked at Xie Xuanming.
Xie Xuanming felt a lot of pressure for a moment.
It’s really not that Qingchu put pressure on him on purpose, it’s just that the rest of the members really can’t help it out—two went to school to fish for trouble, one went straight to society after nine-year compulsory education, and the remaining one was an older dropout who dropped out of school in fifth grade. I went to work to support my family.
It's just such a bunch of crooked melons and jujubes, let them write about the campus, it is better to let them write about the underworld.
Being stared at by all the members, Xie Xuanming also had a big head. He recalled his campus life and repeated: "Wake up at 6:15 for a morning run at 6:25, and eat breakfast at 6:50 While reading in the morning, memorize vocabulary from 7:30 to 8:00, and attend class from 8:00 to 12:00, and spend ten minutes between classes sorting out wrong questions or asking questions from the teacher... "
"Stop, stop, stop!" Ji Sheng cut off his timetable and repeated, hating that iron can't become a steel road, "Is this called campus life? This is called Shawshank's redemption! Xiao Xie, it is really the right choice for you to come and hang out with us!"
"Don't spoil Xiao Xie." Sheng Kongzhi said helplessly, "However, although Xiao Xie's campus life is very... full, the audience probably don't like listening to songs with this kind of theme."
"Hehe, isn't it?" Su Jing sneered, and said with a burst of blood, "Take his campus life as the background of the creation, and the song that comes out is called "Encouraging Learning". It was like self-study on the second night of the first day of the Lunar New Year, and there were no one but the classrooms.”
Qingchu's inspiration and creative meeting ended without a problem. They finally decided to leave the show first, go back to think about ideas and create, and gather together in two days to see the situation.
As soon as the meeting ended, Su Jing and Ji Sheng jumped up and rushed to the rental house with all his might.
The old unfinished building was about 40 square meters, with only one toilet, and there was a problem with the water tank. The people who washed after washing were likely to face the embarrassing situation of running out of water after applying body wash and soaking it.
Sheng Kongzhi usually takes a bath in the morning, and at night is the battle between Su Jing and Ji Sheng. The battle is fierce and they will not give in.
Today's war ended with Su Jing's victory. Su Jing, a shameless person who wants to take a bath, bought a nightgown wisely, and took less time to get a piece of clothing than Ji Sheng.
Ji Sheng watched his figure slipping into the toilet like a loach, impotently and furiously: "You fucking little girl, wear a nightdress!"
"You fucking caveman, you move slowly and don't take a shower."
Su Jing's high-spirited reply came from the toilet, Ji Sheng angrily slammed down the door, suddenly thought of something, and without arguing with him, he turned and went out without saying a word.
Thirty seconds later, the door of Xie Xuanming's house was knocked open, and Ji Sheng appeared at the door with a bright smile.
"Xiao Xie, have you taken a bath yet?" He smiled like a chicken greeting a weasel.
Xie Xuanming shifted his position silently: "I washed it in the morning, you can use the bathroom."
Ji Sheng's eyes lit up, and he walked into the toilet in twos and twos after he thanked him.
The door closed, and the sound of water soon came from inside.
Xie Xuanming paused at the door for two seconds, went back to the room and sat down, picked up the pen, and continued to perfect the music he was writing.
He scribbled and scribbled, absent-minded.
About five or six minutes later, Xie Xuanming caught Ji Sheng's call.
"Xiao Xie—"
Xie Xuanming put down his pen and walked out of the room. Ji Sheng's wet head poked out from the toilet door, with tiny bubbles in his hair.
He said: "My pajamas are wet on the floor, you can just lend me some clothes to wear."
"Okay." Xie Xuanming went back to his room, took out a white T from the box, walked back and handed it to Ji Sheng.
Ji Sheng reached out to take it, and Bubble slid from the top of his head to his collarbone.
"thanks."
The door is closed.
Xie Xuanming stood outside the door for a while, touching his nose in embarrassment.
The waist is so white, is it because you don't get the sun
Ji Sheng flushed the water again, changed his clothes and wiped his hair before coming out.
He didn't leave, walked into Xie Xuanming's room carelessly, put his hands on his shoulders, leaned over and asked curiously: "What are you writing?"
"Song."
"The proposition composition on campus?"
"right."
"Any inspiration?"
"No..." Xie Xuanming couldn't help but look up, "Brother Ji, water dripped on me from your head."
When he said this, another drop of water happened to fall and landed on his cheek.
"Sorry, sorry." Ji Sheng apologized, wiped away the dripping water with his thumb, and got up.
The fragrance of the shampoo faded away, Xie Xuanming calmly took two deep breaths to erase some of the weirdness in his heart.
Ji Sheng didn't leave, he sat down on his bed in a familiar way, wiped his head, as if he was staying here and wouldn't leave.
Xie Xuanming's pen tip paused and paused, and finally turned his head: "Aren't you going back?"
"I don't want to go back." Ji Sheng snorted, "I have to quarrel with Su Jing again when I go back, I don't want to quarrel with him."
Xie Xuanming thought of the scene where he barked his teeth and claws and wrestled with Su Jing, and couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of Ji Sheng's "I don't want to have trouble with him".
But in the end, Xie Xuanming only said: "Brother Su is indeed, ordinary people can't argue with each other."
Unexpectedly, this sentence hit Ji Shenglei again. He slapped his thigh and said passionately, "It's not like I can't beat him!"
Xie Xuanming was fortunate enough to witness Su Jing's one-to-eight battle in an Internet cafe, and the big scene where a group of keyboard warriors were obsequious and dared not open their mouths.
So he also questioned the authenticity of Ji Sheng's words, and gave a embarrassed "hmm".
Ji Sheng continued to argue: "I'll just let him. That kid looks so old that he's actually only half a year older than you, and he's still yelling underage every day...don't call him brother from now on, just let him The boy took advantage."
"Okay." Xie Xuanming said obediently.
Ji Sheng continued to hum: "I respect the old and love the young, children like you, I am not willing to get angry and quarrel, they are all pampered..."
Speaking of this, Ji Sheng suddenly remembered something.
"That's right." Ji Sheng pulled the towel away abruptly, and the half-dry hair on the top of his head dangled twice, and fell limply, "This is for you."
He took out a small bag from the pocket of his pajama pants and stuffed it into Xie Xuanming's hand.
Xie Xuanming opened his hands and saw that there was an exquisite fruit candy in his palm. There were unfamiliar words in French or German written on the package, which was full of a high-end atmosphere that was different from Wumao shop snacks.
"The lead singer of Bell is about your age. His brother brought him this kind of candy from France, and he likes it very much. More than once, that guy bragged in front of me while chewing the candy loudly, and mocked me for not being able to eat it... I I touched one while he wasn't paying attention." Ji Sheng wrapped his head in a towel again, and rubbed it messily, "It's green, it should smell like green apples. If other children have it, our children should have it too."
He just finished wiping, stood up, and flicked his hair: "I'm going back, thank you for going to bed earlier."
He walked so fast that Xie Xuanming didn't have time to say goodbye, so he could only hold onto the candy, raised his hand and shook his fist in a daze.
The sound of closing the door sounded, Xie Xuanming spread his palms, and the wrinkled skin of the candy packaging appeared in front of his eyes.
Xie Xuanming tore open the package and put the candy in his mouth.
The green apple taste spread on the tip of the tongue, Xie Xuanming sat down and tasted it for a while, suddenly came to inspiration, turned around and spread the paper, scratched out the original writing, and rustled the pen in the blank space.
A week later, Qingchu band showed a completely different and fresh look with the new song "Fruit Candy" in the semi-finals. The opponent was caught off guard by the transformed Qingide, and lost the qualification for the final.
At the celebration banquet, the members of Aoide got drunk again as expected. Probably because of advancing to the finals, even Li Tan was flushed from drinking, and dozed off with his head propped up after drinking for three rounds.
Su Jing pressed the cup, and hugged Xie Xuanming with a flushed face: "Brother Niu, when I recruited you, I wanted to recruit someone to make up the number, but I didn't expect it! Hey, there is a unique skill, and you can compose music! It's too awesome. "
Xie Xuanming managed to break free from his embrace, but he hugged him again and patted his shoulder vigorously: "Come on, tell me, which girl do you like, we will kill her tomorrow and propose marriage for you."
Xie Xuanming was taken aback: "I didn't."
"Don't be kidding." Su Jing waved his hand, "Your little thoughtfulness is clearly expressed in the song... Absolutely... You must have a crush on someone. I will bet, bet you with Ji Sheng's breakfast for a week..."
Su Jing was filming, Xie Xuanming caught a glimpse of Sheng Kongzhi, who was paralyzed beside him, suddenly got up, walked quietly to Ji Sheng's side, called someone up and said something, Ji Sheng got up, and the two slipped out without making a sound.
Su Jing was still nagging, Xie Xuanming had no intention of entangled with him, so he stuffed a wine bottle into his arms, the civet cat replaced himself with the prince, and went out in the direction where the two disappeared.
Before he took two steps, he heard laughter from a corner not far away.
"... Today's song, I want to hear you sing." Sheng Kongzhi's voice.
"My voice is not suitable." Ji Sheng laughed.
"I want to hear it." The drunken Sheng Kongzhi was much more straightforward than usual.
"...Okay, don't blame me if you don't sing well."
"You are the sourness on my lips, my hallucination at night, the prying eyes of the mirror..."
Ji Sheng opened his mouth and sang softly, with a little hoarseness and an inaudible shyness.
The low singing voice came out quietly, bearing the unbearable thoughts of the young man.
Xie Xuanming stood at the corner, listening to Ji Sheng use his own song, expressing his heart to others tactfully and straightforwardly.
He bowed his head and listened for a while, then turned and went back.
Xie Xuanming returned to the table and pulled the wine bottle out of Su Jing's arms.
"Fuck, my bottle... bottle... bottle flew!" Su Jing's eyes widened in shock.
Xie Xuanming ignored him, raised his head three or two times to empty it, and pulled out another bottle, his teeth popped open, and he poured it down expressionlessly like drinking water.
"Damn it!" Su Jing stared blankly, watching him gulp down the jujube, and the beer slipped into his throat before he even tasted it, and fell into his stomach pouch.
When Ji Sheng and Sheng Kongzhi came back, they were astonished to see Xie Xuanming sitting crookedly leaning on the edge of the table with a pile of wine bottles piled up in his hand.
"Damn it, how much did you drink?" Ji Sheng came over and counted in surprise, "Seven, eight...Su Jing!! Fucking Xiao Xie has just grown up, so you don't even care about drinking like this!"
He raised his head and yelled at Su Jing, the drunk who was beside him with a heartless smirk, and before the end of the sentence, he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist.
The drunk young man lowered his head, clutching his wrist with one hand, propped his other hand on the table, kicked over two or three wine bottles, and stood up wobbly.
He leaned towards Ji Sheng, breathing out a sour smell of alcohol when he spoke.
"You, sing for others." Xie Xuanming's face was expressionless, but his cheeks and ears were blushing uncontrollably, "It's still my song."
"Huh?" Xie Xuanming's voice was low and vague, Ji Sheng didn't hear clearly, but only faintly noticed a bit of grievance in his words.
how? Members feel isolated if they don't drink with him
Ji Sheng wondered,
Are little boys nowadays so sentimental
Or is it that Xiao Xie is such an emotional child like Sister Lin
He soon gave up thinking about it.
Unknowingly where the strength came from, the sentimental underage yanked—
The red eyes magnified in front of him, the smell of alcohol invaded the safe area, Ji Sheng sensed something was wrong, and wanted to get out—
late.
Ji Sheng lost his center of gravity and leaned back, his head and waist suddenly hurt, he hit something, the bright light above his head irritated his eyes, and before he could close his eyes, a figure covered him, blocking the dazzling light...
Xie Xuanming slammed Ji Sheng onto the plastic stool and bit his lip.
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It's Xiaoji's first kiss
I was bitten at the first kiss hh