Not long after the computer classroom ended, there were only a few students left in the classroom who stayed to do their homework.
Lu Yan went to the door of the classroom and found that the yellow T-shirt had gone.
If you want to find someone on such a big campus, the chances are similar to finding a needle in a haystack, but you can't delay clarifying that you are not Xiao Heng.
Lu Yan recalled the two shocking headlines just now, and if it dragged on, the reputation of the senior named Xiao would really come to an end.
So Lu Yan picked one of the people who stayed behind, sat next to him without thinking, and chatted with him: "You haven't finished yet?"
The student typed down the last two lines of code and clicked to run, but nothing happened on the screen.
"Yeah," the classmate scratched his hair and said, "Have you already handed it in?"
There are many people in the class, and everyone usually goes back to their dormitories after class. It is normal for the class to not recognize all the classmates, so "strange classmate" Lu Yan did not arouse suspicion when talking to someone.
Moreover, this strange student's attitude was too natural, as if he was really a member of the computer department.
"The content of this class is quite difficult," Lu Yan nodded and said, "it's hard to digest."
Lu Yan started chatting with people in this way, and within three minutes, Lu Yan got all the personal information of the yellow T-shirt from that classmate.
"You mean Xu Ye, right? He went to the cafeteria to eat. He usually likes to eat the big plate chicken on the first floor of the cafeteria. The big plate chicken is really delicious. After dinner, he might go to the Internet cafe for a while. I don't know about you guys. How about the dormitory network, our building has always been smoking recently... "
Yellow T-shirt is indeed waiting for his big plate chicken in the school cafeteria.
It's just that he waited and waited, his left shoulder suddenly sank, an arm rested on his shoulder very naturally and casually, and then he met a face that he might never forget in his life.
Xu Ye: "..."
Lu Yan: "Hi."
Xu Ye was about to collapse. He wanted to turn around and run away, but the big pan chicken was still not healed, so he was caught in a dilemma: "Brother, what exactly do you want to do?"
Lu Yan pressed his shoulders and turned him to himself, trying to explain: "My friend, listen to me—"
Xu Ye wanted to say, "Who the hell is your friend? I'm really not interested in men." Lu Yan directly covered his mouth with his hands, and blocked what he hadn't said yet: "Shut up for a while."
"..."
There are people coming and going in the cafeteria.
When Lu Yan explained the matter clearly, Xu Ye almost fainted: "No, so you are not? You are just his stand-in, ah no, a substitute for the class...then tell me those things..."
"I really don't have any unreasonable thoughts about you," Lu Yan put his arms off his shoulders and pointed to the window, "Your dick is ready."
Xu Ye was looking for a seat with a large plate of chicken, and Lu Yan sat opposite him.
"Our band is still in the underground period and has released three albums before."
"In addition to rehearsals, I usually also accept commercial performances."
Although Lu Yan usually doesn't seem to be very in tune, he sees people talking nonsense, but when he said this, he suppressed other expressions on his face: "Although it is a bit abrupt, I really want to invite you to join. If you are interested If so, think about it, have you joined a band before?"
Xu Ye's hand holding the chicken nugget paused for a while before he said, "No."
"I play bass by myself in private, just like I usually like to play games but never thought about becoming an e-sports player." Xu Ye lowered his head and looked up at Lu Yan before looking up, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have that intention."
Lu Yan didn't go any further.
He can't engage in cheating and abducting like Scar: Have you ever felt that you can't find your target in class? Do you also feel lost in yourself? Do you also have a music dream hidden in your heart
Brother, follow me.
It seemed redundant to continue talking, Lu Yan handed Xu Ye a business card: "It's okay. If you change your mind, just give me a call."
Xu Ye took the business card, and found that it was full of words: ghostwriting for singing/playing scores/tapes/personal customization.
A good song! It was written with care!
Professional team, the price is close to the people, you can't be fooled, you can't buy it, let you experience what is real benefits!
"..."
"It's the other way around," Lu Yan said, "on the other side."
Xu Ye turned over the business card, and on the other side it simply read: Lu Yan, the lead singer of the band Vent.
The bass player was not caught.
Substitute work is also as yellow as cabbage in the field.
Lu Yan felt that he might be the legendary Mercury retrograde recently.
The weather has been very good, the sun lasted until five or six o'clock before it slowly set.
Lu Yan sat on the return bus and fell asleep against the bumpy window.
The scenery outside whizzed by, and with the increasingly dimmer sunlight, the lower city was also covered with a layer of gray.
This sleep was not very comfortable.
When he got out of the car and got home, he tore off a page from the calendar hanging on the wall while rubbing his neck, and found that only six days had passed before May Day.
Huang Xu and the others arrived at the station the next night. After getting off the train, they posted a photo of the station in the group of four people. The sign at the gate of the station read "Welcome to Qingcheng", and said in the voice, Don't worry, Yaoming and I are already here.
Lu Yan held the torn-out calendar page in his palm, rolled it into a paper ball, looked at the brand new page behind and said to himself: This is where it is.
There is still a long way to go.
what is this.
He threw away the torn page, and then planned to cook some noodles. While waiting for the water to boil, he leaned against the wall and opened the big C forum, and found that the post floating on the home page followed by three small flames had disappeared.
In its place was a clarification post.
Lu Yan thought for a while, then clicked on the Weichat interface, and transferred back the two hundred that he collected yesterday to the young master.
[Lu Yan]: [Transfer].
[Lu Yan]: I won't accept the money.
Xiao Heng was slow to reply to the message.
After half an hour, the money was returned to him with two words added.
[Xiao Heng]: No need.
As a principled and moral substitute teacher, Lu Yan was very persistent in refunding the money. He even got people on the school forum and became famous overnight. How dare he charge substitute tuition fees.
The two of them came back and forth, transferring money one by one and refunding the other. This extremely childish behavior was repeated three times.
[Lu Yan]: Accept.
[Xiao Heng]: Say no.
[Lu Yan]: Take it.
[Xiao Heng]: Are you annoying
[Lu Yan]: [Transfer].
[Xiao Heng]: Fuck.
After a few times, when Lu Yan wanted to transfer the money again, a small red exclamation point popped up in the chat box.
[It's okay, don't bother me, I turned on the friend verification, you are not his (her) friend yet. ]
"..." This young master is quite ruthless.
I guess it's really annoying.
Lu Yan casually clicked 'Send to a friend for verification', and did not mention the transfer with Xiao Heng after the verification was passed.
When the water boiled, Xiao Heng's message came over on his own initiative, and he sent a screenshot of a chat with a person whose name was Old Hu.
Old man Hu: Xiao Heng.
Old Man Hu: Come to my office tomorrow.
Old Man Hu: I read your classwork, it is very touching, I didn’t even know that your admiration for me is like a surging river...
Then Xiao Heng sent another sentence: What did you write.
What else can I write.
Thousands of wears and thousands of wears, flattery does not wear.
Lu Yan rubbed his nose, and he just wrote thousands of words about Professor Hu's fancy rainbow fart, leaving aside the content of the class, and blowing wherever he went.
Lu Yanhui: I wrote a hymn to human soul engineers.
[Xiao Heng]: ...
[Xiao Heng]: Pay back the money.
In order not to accept the two hundred yuan, he even deleted his friends before, but now the word "pay back" pops up, the contrast is too obvious, although it is very unkind, but Lu Yan still wants to laugh.
He turned the two hundred again.
It was found that Xiao Heng was just talking angry words, but he didn't really pay attention.
[Xiao Heng]: What else are you doing.
[Lu Yan]: No more.
Lu Yan was afraid that he would not believe it, so he used his personality as a guarantee, repeating: really gone.
Xiao Heng didn't reply to this message right away. About half an hour later, when Lu Yan was washing dishes in the sink, the screen of the phone lit up. Since it was not unlocked, only a small frame popped up on the screen lock. Inside the frame was Familiar words:
[Xiao Heng]: I have many years of part-time work experience.
[Xiao Heng]: Be responsible for substitute classes and satisfy customers.
And finally a nonchalant smile: [/smile].
"..."
It was the entry declaration he sent to Xiao Heng before.
This expression overlapped with the sneer that the man squinted his eyes during the day after he finished saying "guitar", and Lu Yan felt that he was being ridiculed.
He turned off the tap and was about to put the bowl back when he looked at the bowl in his hand and remembered something again.
He asked the 601 next door that the borrowed bowl hadn't been returned yet.
He also heard a little about the woman in 601 from other neighbors in the past few days. Last time, a strange woman came to knock on the door, kicking and making noise, and the noise made the whole building know.
Although no one in the building said anything on the surface, there was a discussion behind the scenes.
The most popular saying is that she works in a pedicure shop.
At night, small pedicure shops can be seen everywhere on the street. Looking in from the outside, the whole shop is covered with special glass film and painted blue. The female technician is sitting on the sofa or standing at the door in a short skirt. .
Lu Yan hesitated for a few seconds.
He is not a nosy person, but once or twice, he owes too much debt of favor.
In the end, he unlocked the screen lock of his phone and typed a line: By the way, 601 usually returns at noon. If you want to find her, you can come in the afternoon, or I can talk to her for you.
This time Xiao Heng didn't say no again.
Lu Yan thought it might be because the two bumped into each other several times by mistake, and they were not too unfamiliar, after all, they both shared the same name.
[Xiao Heng]: OK.
[Xiao Heng]: Got it.
After Xiao Heng finished replying, he looked down at the little head leaning on his lap. He had just finished drinking milk, and the child was soundly asleep. His eyelashes were like a fan, and there was a slight sound as he breathed, and the fan followed suit. incite.
The huge house is deserted and deserted, with no popularity.
He frowned, trying to push that head away, but in the end he didn't do it, and put his hand on the back of the child's head and patted it.