Are you crazy?Gao Leng's school belle blocked the male dormitory to give milk tea?

Duan Jia was busy taking care of Xiao Nairou's emotions. After everything was done, it was already twelve o'clock in the morning when she was lying on the bed.

Duan Jia was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, but she still got on the trumpet account of the school forum.

I don't know how the song he posted on the forum today is getting a good response.

In fact, Duan Jia didn't have much emotional ups and downs about uploading the song this time. With the painting before, he knew that since he posted the song on the public platform, there would definitely be mixed reviews.

But something unexpected happened to him.

The second he logged into the account, his phone felt countless vibrations.

Duan Jia immediately turned the phone to silent.

I saw thousands of unread messages appearing in his originally empty message bar.

This is even more amazing than the first time he uploaded illustrations on a music platform!

He opened the message tremblingly.

I saw that the number of views of his works has exceeded [-].

Just a second ago, Duan Jia could see that someone was still commenting on his work.

"Wow, do we have boys with such a nice voice at Kyoto University?"

"What kind of fairy voice is this?!"

"Damn, it's also a boy, why is there such a big gap?"

"Can you girls stop being nympho?"

Of course, there are also some malicious comments, which Duan Jia has long been accustomed to.

It's just that he admires this brother's courage very much, and this sentence not only expresses himself.

It also connoted all the girls.

In the online society, girls naturally play more games. He said this and pushed himself to the forefront of public opinion.

Good guy, I saw that this comment of his directly surpassed the number one hot comment, ranking first on the list.

He was hit hard by all the girls.

"This is Puxin Nan's ceiling."

"Can you sing one if you have the ability?"

"What good is it that you are so hostile to girls?"

"Sisters, this boy dare not speak anymore."

Duan Jia shook his head helplessly, if it was him, he wouldn't dare to speak.

However, he never expected that his cover song would have such a high number of hits.

It was even hotter than he had imagined.

There are even many girls who come to ask for private messages, and the content of the private messages is naturally self-evident.

"Handsome, can you add a WeChat?"

"Little brother sings really well! Are you dating?"

"The voice is so nice and long, it must be handsome. Here is my contact information: vx188*39."

This……

Why are girls so bold now? !

He felt a tinge of fear.

It seems that what my mother said is right, boys must learn to protect themselves outside!

and so.

Duan Jia decisively turned off the private message function, which saved a lot of trouble.

Compared with painting, the difficulty of singing is indeed reduced a lot.

Duan Jia thought about the reason.

Probably because singing is more down-to-earth than painting. After all, not everyone can draw a good painting.

But singing is different. Nowadays, many grass roots have soared to the sky by virtue of having a good voice.

There are many people who have not received professional singing training. Moreover, even with the best singing skills, things bestowed by God are difficult to change.

This is the truth Duan Jia realized a long time ago.

It can be said that the singing market is too saturated, and anyone can shout out their voices, but there are very few people who are really capable when they step out of the Internet.

Therefore, if Duan Jia wants to be famous, he must have stable strength.

Thinking of this, Duan Jia put down the phone, and then fell asleep.

Saturday morning.

Duan Jia packed up her things and quickly slipped out of the dormitory while her roommate was still sound asleep.

Then he went straight to the painting and calligraphy shop outside the school.

Duan Jia saw a tall and slender girl standing in the distance.

Xia Xingying is wearing a pair of casual jeans today with a simple short sleeve on top, but even the simplest outfit can fully show the figure of this school belle.

Wearing a flavor that is different from others.

It was seven o'clock in the morning, and there were not many students on the road, only a few of them. If it caught up with the rush hour of classes, Xia Xingying might be surrounded.

When Xia Xingying saw Duan Jia, she immediately waved her hand.

"Master! I'm here!" Xia Xingying's excited look was a little funny, and those who didn't know thought it was really a national master.

"Sorry, have you waited long?" Duan Jia said apologetically.

Xia Xingying shook her head, and said indifferently, "I'm the one who came early!"

Then he took out a piece of bread from the bag and handed it to Duan Jia.

"Master, I guess you must have missed breakfast."

Duan Jia accepted it bluntly: "Thank you."

Xia Xingying's personality is very straightforward, so Duan Jia didn't hold back. After all, she didn't accept it in vain.

"Let's go in, let's get started."

He planned to draw the content of the next video after he finished teaching Xia Xingying within two hours.

The two found a box and sat down.

"Master, what are you going to teach me?"

Xia Xingying asked expectantly.

As a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, Xia Xingying cherishes this opportunity very much, this is a master!

The whole network is guessing the identity of the master!
Only you know!

Xia Xingying suddenly felt a sense of pride and mission.

Seeing the fuzzy expression of the girl in front of her, Duan Jia stopped abruptly: "What are you thinking about?"

Xia Xingying immediately regained consciousness.

"Ah, Master, what did you just say?" Xia Xingying asked.

Duan Jia asked helplessly: "What do you want to learn?"

Xia Xingying's eyes lit up, she cupped her face, and looked at him adoringly: "Can I teach any master I want?"

Duan Jia was noncommittal.

Xia Xingying immediately took out the notes she didn't understand in class and put them in front of Duan Jia.

"Master, I don't know these things." Xia Xingying said.

Looking at the densely packed handwriting on the notebook, there must be thousands of words.

"You don't know these things?" He didn't want to face this fact.

Xia Xingying nodded embarrassingly, and said, "The teacher talked too fast, but I wrote down all the notes."

"I just don't quite understand it."

Although she is a top three student in the Academy of Fine Arts, she actually put in three times more effort than others in private.

For many things she doesn't understand, she can only consult various books in the library by herself, but practice is always greater than theory.

So after seeing Duan Jianeng has such great painting skills, she is both envious and adored!
Looking at the knowledge-hungry eyes of the girl in front of her, Duan Jia softened her heart.

Okay, another academic bully.

Resigned to fate, Duan Jia took out a pen and carefully read Xia Xingying's notebook.

The two began a long teaching session.

On the other side is the female dormitory of Kyoto University.

Jian Shurou woke up early and started typing a certain tone.

Just when she felt bored and was about to quit, she accidentally saw a very familiar head portrait.

She sat up suddenly from the bed.

"How could this be?!" she murmured.