The system asked me to be a teacher

Chapter 46 Fang Qiong's "Home"

Watching the people in the conference hall leaving one after another, Kong Meng took out his mobile phone and said, "It's only two hours before the game starts, let's keep it simple, what do you eat?"

Then he asked Fang Qiong and Zheng Miao: "Are you two eating with us, or are you going to take advantage of the working meal benefits of Satellite TV?"

Fang Qiong said: "Do you want to order takeaway? Forget it, considering the situation of Shanghai Satellite TV today, the meal may not be delivered to you at night."

Confucius and Mencius looked left and right, and sure enough...

Although quite a few people left, there were a hundred or ten people left behind, including the group of relatives and friends. Thinking about what Chen Kai said, there are 48 conference halls like Shanghai Satellite TV, and I couldn't help but feel my scalp tingling.

"Then what should we do?" Confucius and Mencius wanted to say that it would be better to eat outside, but seeing the current situation, it might be even more crowded outside.

Fang Qiong shook his head: "Come with me!"

10 minute later.

The elevator stopped at the 13th floor of Guangming Community.

Seeing Fang Qiong who opened the door with the key, Kong Meng asked in surprise, "Is this your house?"

It can't be blamed that Confucius and Mencius have never seen the world. What kind of place is this?
Shanghai, the economic center of the country.

And Shanghai Satellite TV is the center of the center.

Being able to have a suite near Shanghai Satellite TV, even in a residential area, is not something ordinary people can do.

Fang Qiong shook her head: "How could I have a house in Shanghai, I rented it to practice singing.

Sit down wherever you want, and I'll make you something to eat. "

After speaking, Fang Qiong approached the kitchen, Xie Meixuan hesitated and said: "Then I will help too!"

When Kong Meng entered the room and took a look, he immediately believed Fang Qiong's statement about renting a house.

Strictly speaking, this house can only be regarded as one bedroom and one living room, but the owner divided the interior space very finely so that it appears to be complete.

But the result of this is that both the living room and the bedroom are extremely small, and it was difficult for Confucius and Mencius, who were used to large spaces, to even breathe.

Long Aotian and other students obviously never thought that the house could be so cramped, but unlike Confucius and Mencius who felt depressed, they were more curious.

In addition to being cramped, another feature here is dilapidated and shabby. Except for a simple folding square table in the entire living room, there is only one large tape recorder.

Fang Zhenyuan walked over and pressed it curiously.

dong dong dong...

The explosive prelude was like a sonic bomb, and Confucius and Mencius' ears were buzzing.

Snapped!
Fang Qiong rushed over and pressed it to stop, then glared at Fang Zhenyuan: "What are you doing? Can't you just stop?"

Fang Zhenyuan laughed dryly: "Sister, I'm just curious, and it's just playing some music, don't be so exaggerated!"

Fang Qiong shook her mobile phone: "That also depends on the time! It's noon now, and there are people upstairs and downstairs taking a lunch break. They will come to you later?"

"This……"

"Sit quietly and don't touch my things without my permission."

After Fang Qiong finished speaking, he hurried to the kitchen again.

Confucius and Mencius looked at the mottled ceiling and at the half-missed window, thinking deeply.

Soon Xie Meixuan came out of the kitchen with the dishes.

Smelling the tangy aroma, Zheng Mou smiled and said, "Mr. Xie, I didn't expect you to have such a good skill."

Since Xie Meixuan agreed to help her with makeup, the relationship between the two has skyrocketed.

Xie Meixuan glanced at Kong Meng, smiled wryly and shook her head: "Miss Fang did this, I just followed suit."

Fang Qiong's speed was very fast, and the simple folding table was filled with dishes in a short while.

The combination of meat and vegetables, the coordination of hot and cold, and the red and green colors will greatly increase people's appetite.

Confucius immediately gave a thumbs up: "I didn't expect you to have such a hand."

Fang Qiong smiled triumphantly: "Of course, apart from singing, my biggest wish is to taste all the delicacies in the world. Those who can eat must know how to cook, otherwise can they be called gourmets?"

Hearing Fang Qiong's words, Kong Meng couldn't help but think of the scene when he first met Fang Qiong in the dark restaurant.

Because the environment was chaotic at the time, he didn't pay attention. Thinking about it now, the other party seemed to stop drinking that appetizing cow dung soup after just one sip...

As expected of a foodie who aspires to "taste all the delicacies in the world", he is dedicated enough!

Looking at Kong Meng, then at Fang Zhenyuan, Fang Qiong said again: "Please treat me to dinner this time, and I will repay your help last time. Here I want to say thank you to both of you!"

Seeing this, Confucius waved his hands quickly: "It doesn't matter, this is what we should do."

Fang Zhenyuan also said: "Sister, to be honest, I was the one who got you in trouble that time. If it wasn't for those guys trying to lure me out, you wouldn't have suffered an indiscriminate disaster."

Long Aotian waved his hand and said: "After going through hardships, we are friends, why are you talking about these nasty things, let's eat quickly, I am hungry after seeing these dishes."

Accompanied by cheerful laughter, everyone picked up chopsticks to eat, and felt a lot closer unconsciously.

Confucius and Mencius suddenly asked: "Miss Fang, you work and live in Zhongzhou, right? Why are you renting a house here?"

The others also stopped, this is what was strange about them. It is said that the rent in Shanghai is not cheap, even if it is just one room and one living room, it will not be less than 5000 a month.

Fang Qiong sighed: "What else can I do, practice singing!"

With Fang Qiong's narration, Kong Meng finally knew the whole story.

It turned out that Fang Qiong was no less obsessed with music than Zheng Miao, but unlike Zheng Miao who was born into a rich family, Fang Qiong's parents were only working class, and they firmly opposed their daughter's going this way.

Because she couldn't bear to disappoint her parents who were in poor health, Fang Qiong had no choice but to secretly sign up and practice singing. Seeing that the competition was approaching, she gritted her teeth and simply rented a house here in order to sprint.

After finishing speaking, Fang Qiong smiled wryly: "The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. I practiced here for more than half a month, and my neighbors knocked on the door 48 times...

If it's just that, it's not a big deal, but you have also seen the elimination rate of Shanghai Satellite TV's primary election. "

Everyone fell silent, everyone has a deep understanding of how difficult the road to fame is.

For example, Zheng Miao, she tried her best to sing a song of fire, but she was never able to get in.

Fang Qiong is incomparable with her in terms of conditions and opportunities, and the result can be imagined.

Confucius and Mencius looked at her suddenly: "Do you really want to be famous so much?"

Fang Qiong said without hesitation: "Of course, that Tang Ji said that he practiced singing at the age of three and studied hard for ten years, while I only slept for 4 hours a day for music. In terms of suffering, who is worse than the other?"

Kong Meng said: "Miss Fang, in this way, as long as you promise to make me another ten tables of delicious food, I can make an exception and write a song for you... Hey, what are you doing?"

Fang Qiong snorted: "I see if you have a fever. I asked you to help me write a song that can pass the preliminary round. I was just joking with you. Do you really think of yourself as a great composer?"

Hearing Fang Qiong's question, Kong Meng smiled mysteriously: "To be honest, you only have one chance. You can do it yourself. Don't regret it in the future."

"Nonsense, this girl can do everything, but she has no regrets"

"I promised, it's just ten meals, what a joke! Don't say ten meals, twenty meals is fine!"

Fang Qiong: "?"

She looked at Fang Zhenyuan: "Xiaoyuan, what are you doing?"

Of course Fang Zhenyuan was the one who agreed. He smiled and said, "Sister, we are siblings now. As the saying goes, if siblings are of the same mind, their benefits cut through gold. Your business is mine, so can't I agree for you?"

Fang Qiong was about to refute, when she suddenly found that Fang Zhenyuan was blinking at her from a hidden angle.

Fu Ling's heart was full, and the words that came to her mouth were swallowed back abruptly.

(End of this chapter)