The name is not bad.
But this temper.
Lu Yan thought of another person who had the same surname as this substitute but didn't know the exact name.
…
Are people surnamed Xiao so arrogant
The person on the other side was also very embarrassed, apologizing repeatedly: Look at my brain, I forgot to tell my brother about this, please wait for a while, sorry.
Xiao Heng was making milk powder in the kitchen when he received the friend’s verification request, and he was already annoyed by the inconvenient movement—he was wearing a front-hugging baby carrier, and his chest was bulging, which seemed abrupt no matter how you looked.
He looked down at the bulging mass.
Facing a pair of pure big eyes.
Those eyes are too big, like two black grapes.
The baby was only four months old, probably hungry, smelled the milk powder and couldn't drink it, and started crying as soon as he closed his eyes: "Wow—"
This crying was like turning on a faucet switch, "wow" endlessly.
Xiao Heng's tone was not very good: "Why are you crying?"
The crying didn't stop.
Xiao Heng: "Don't cry, it's annoying."
The crying still didn't stop.
Xiao Heng resisted the urge to throw the child out of his arms, frowned and put a drop of milk on the back of his hand to test the temperature, and then stuffed the pacifier into the child's mouth after the test.
At this time, the screen that had just been turned off came back on again.
[Qiu Shaofeng]: Brother Heng!
[Qiu Shaofeng]: Don't reject him, that's my substitute class for you!
Xiao Heng didn't know why the word "substitute class" appeared in the chat at this moment.
He called Qiu Shaofeng directly: "What class?"
"Boss, what have you been up to lately, as well as your ambition, where did you two leave me to play?" Qiu Shaofeng said and began to show his great brotherhood, "But it doesn't matter, although you treat me like this, I am not The kind of person who cares about every detail, in order to let you have fun and rest assured-"
Before Qiu Shaofeng finished speaking, Xiao Heng said, "No need."
Qiu Shaofeng: "..."
Xiao Heng: "Resign."
"Do you think you're going too far!" Qiu Shaofeng was angry, "It's fine if you don't take me with you when you go out to play! Is brother's true love trampled like this?!"
Xiao Heng thought to himself, go out and have fun.
He took the children at home so that he couldn't even sleep.
But the child's matter is too troublesome to talk about. A few days ago, that kid Zhai Zhuangzhi bumped into him to buy milk powder.
And how
Said that that old bastard Xiao Qishan messed around outside and made him a half-brother.
This child still recognizes people. After feeding him once, no one will nurse him
Qiu Shaofeng talked more and more, Xiao Heng interrupted: "Okay, let him add more."
Xiao Heng passed the verification request, and the other party's Weichat profile picture was a black and red odd-shaped guitar.
Qiu Shaofeng: "I selected this carefully and selected it for three days to fit your image. Is that why you treat me like this?"
Xiao Heng: "Thank you."
"He's really handsome," Qiu Shaofeng changed the subject, "There are photos, do you want to see them?"
"Don't look," Xiao Heng said holding the bottle, "Am I sick?"
[It's okay, leave me alone]: I passed your friend verification request, now we can start chatting.
Since this kind of irritable old man's name is easy to cause discomfort, after passing the verification, Lu Yan directly changed the remarks to him, and didn't know what to send, so he politely sent "Hello".
As a result, the other side did not return.
Lu Yan thought about it, and sent a few more words:
I have many years of part-time experience.
Adhere to the honesty-based, customer-oriented service concept, be responsible for substitute classes, and satisfy users.
Create first-class grades and show first-class style.
Replied this time.
The answer is six points.
[Xiao Heng]: ...
The talk about substitute lessons is almost over, Lu Yan plans to take advantage of no one in the building to practice the piano in the afternoon, and then go to Viagra's drinking appointment in the evening, since he said that he will drink next time, Viagra will talk about the next time every time he sees him what time.
Usually everyone in the building wants to get together on the roof. When it gets dark, a small plastic table is set up on the roof.
Lu Yan carried half a case of beer to the rooftop and found that Zhang Xiaohui was also there.
"What's wrong with you?" Lu Yan put down the beer box and said, "Xiao Hui, don't you usually drink alcohol?"
Zhang Xiaohui shook his head: "Don't mention it bro, I've been really unlucky these days."
"I finally had two lines, but they were taken away by other actors..."
Zhang Xiaohui has no regular job.
He has a dream of being an actor, and usually goes to major film studios, starting with corpses, until he can publish "On the Self-cultivation of Corpses" before playing some small roles with lines. A character's lines are never longer than six words.
"If you grab it, just grab it. It happened that there was a maid in the group, so I told the director that I could be a woman." Zhang Xiaohui raised his head and took a sip of wine, "...the director thinks I'm a pervert."
Lu Yan: "Work harder to have a child, and besides, acting skills can cross genders, so how will the director speak?"
Zhang Xiaohui: "That's right!"
After several people drank a few glasses of wine, Viagra said drunkenly: "Sing a song, Yanyan? It's been a long time since I heard you sing. Where's your guitar? Take it up and play."
Lu Yan: "Okay, I'll get it right away."
Zhang Xiaohui couldn't even stop him: "You don't need Qin, you really drink too much Viagra..."
Lu Yan went downstairs to bring up the guitar, pressed his fingers on the strings, and recalled Huang Xu's snot-and-tear accusation before he left, "You play the guitar really badly", Lu Yan suddenly thought, at this time, how could they play the guitar? The train is going to Jingzhou now.
Lu Yan changed his fingering with his left hand and changed the song temporarily, and a crackling sound of the piano flowed out from between his fingers.
He closed his eyes, took a beat before opening his mouth and sang:
"But U'll be alright now sugar
(you will be fine)
You'll feel better tomorrow
(you'll be better tomorrow)
Come the morning light now baby
(the day is about to break)
…
don't you cry
(don't you cry)
Don't you even cry
(You never cry again)"
In this song, the night poured down gently.
Lu Yan didn't drink too much alcohol. According to the class schedule sent by the other party, there will be a morning class at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.
international finance.
It was about two hours on the road from Xiacheng District. In the morning, when Lu Yan was biting a piece of bread and looking through the closet, he found that most of his clothes were stage costumes. There were all kinds of gaudy clothes, hairy ones and silver chains... Lu Yan flipped through Turned over and even turned out a skirt from the bottom-just few of them can be worn to school.
The T-shirts are relatively simple, but he found a T-shirt with a few English words printed on it: I will fuck you.
Several other pieces were not spared.
Lu Social Nomad Yan met the first challenge of his part-time career.
Finally, Lu Yan searched through the closet and finally found a white shirt, paired with jeans, and with his newly cut hair, he didn't wear those messy jewelry, which looked quite similar.
When Lu Yan arrived at the gate of C, it happened to be the rush hour for school.
C University is a century-old school, located in the center of Xiamen City, quiet amidst the hustle and bustle.
Looking inside from the main entrance, there is a long green road behind the golden plaque. Students ride bicycles on the university campus, and the crisp and pleasant bicycle bells resound on the green road.
The international finance classroom is a large classroom with hundreds of seats in total.
Lu Yan deliberately took a photo before entering.
In order to show that the photo was taken on the spot, he stretched out two fingers to the center of the lens to make a comparison.
[Lu Yan]: [/picture].
[Lu Yan]: Here we are.
Xiao Heng didn't return until half an hour later.
[Xiao Heng]: No need to send it to me.
Lu Yan sat in the back row of the classroom and listened to the old professor's lecture on "Financial Relations and International Currency" in the international finance class.
In fact, it didn't matter what he was talking about, he couldn't understand anyway.
Lu Yan supported his head with one hand, and typed the reply with the other hand: This is my professionalism.
Halfway through a class, the old professor turned off the PPT.
"Next, everyone take out a piece of paper... I won't count the names. You guys are too time-consuming. In the rest of the time, write a small essay in class, write your name and student number, and hand it over to me after class."
Old professor: "Create your own topic, just talk about this class."
There is also homework.
Lu Yan thought that it would be fine to just pick up some excerpts from the Internet.
But the old professor said: "You can't copy it on the Internet, then I can tell at a glance, no matter how well you write, as long as you write it yourself, let's communicate and discuss it, don't have a psychological burden."
Lu Yan felt as if he had encountered the second arduous challenge of his part-time career.
Everyone lowered their heads and began to write. Lu Yan logged out of the Baidu page of his mobile phone and reported to the boss:
[Lu Yan]: I have a class assignment to hand in.
[Lu Yan]: I haven't learned this... If you believe me, I will play it by myself
[Xiao Heng]: Whatever you want.
... This customer is still as bad as ever.
Lu Yan put the phone aside and began to think about how to write a small essay.
He didn't understand financial majors, so Lu Yan had to find another way, so apart from his name, student number and title, he wrote the first paragraph:
My biggest feeling in this class is to teach you the elegant temperament and profound knowledge. The peaches and plums are speechless, and the next step becomes a path. You are the engineer of the human soul, you spread the fire of wisdom, and you are a guiding light on the vast sea. You shine on me like the first ray of sunshine in the morning.
…
A total of one morning class today.
[Lu Yan]: It's over.
[Lu Yan]: Do you pay the money or your brother
The other side simply turned around.
[Xiao Heng]: [Transfer].
Lu Yan walked out, accepted the transferred money, and planned to go back by car.
He didn't have a strong sense of direction, and it was not easy to find the classroom smoothly when he came. As a result, he went out through the door on the other side of the teaching building and started to get confused when he changed the direction.
He didn't know where he was, there was a small square not far ahead.
There are probably some associations to recruit new activities, and there are several rows of stalls on the square.
Very lively.
Lu Yan's eyes passed over these booths, and finally fell on the three words "Music Instrument Club".
Naxin has not officially started yet. There are only two or three people preparing for the musical instrument club booth, the music stand and a few musical instruments.
At the far end, a short boy in a yellow T-shirt was tuning his voice.
bass.
Lu Yan didn't take it seriously, the level of campus clubs is generally amateurish.
He was about to continue looking for a way, when the boy finished tuning and played a slap casually. Although the speakers were not in good condition, the effect of the slap was harsh. In all fairness, this guy can play... quite well.
Skillful.
The speed is staggeringly fast and every note is played cleanly and clearly.
This slap of less than 30 seconds did not attract much attention because there were not many people around and the speaker effect was not good. After the yellow T-shirt showed this section, he bent down and took off the straps, and then handed the bass to the people around him: "Okay, the tuning is done."
Lu Yan heard the person next to him take the bass and asked, "Aren't you going to play at our booth for a while?"
Huang T-shirt said: "I'm not from your club, so why not just join in the fun, I still have classes later."
The yellow T-shirt said and turned into the bathroom in the teaching building in front.
Yellow T-shirt probably never thought that this toilet would be an important turning point in his life, because when he came out of the cubicle after finishing his work, he saw the wall in the toilet leaning against his cubicle. personal.
male.
Still a man smoking.
The man was wearing a white shirt and looked impossibly clean, but he had an indescribably opposite aura about him.
Seeing him coming out, the man stubbed out his cigarette: "I just saw you playing bass, you're very handsome."
The yellow T-shirt trembled.
Although Lu Yan usually seems to have no lower limit, and can pry the corner of the spade band, but it is really embarrassing for him to pull a stranger face to face and sincerely.
He coughed and said while organizing his words, "I'm very interested in you."
Lu Yan didn't realize how ambiguous the words he said in this place and under this kind of behavior, and he didn't notice the increasingly subtle and frightened expression on the yellow T-shirt.
"If you want... we..." We can be friends, I have a band you want to join.
But Lu Yan couldn't finish his sentence, and the yellow T-shirt directly picked up the mop in front of his chest: "Who are you!"
"I," said Lu Yan, who was too devoted to the class substitute, "Xiao Heng, Department of Economics."
The author has something to say: Note: The song is Don't cry by Guns N' Roses.