What green plum do you want after being reborn?

"Have you heard of it in ten years?"

"No."

"Where's Qilixiang?"

"nor."

"What about Stefanie Sun's green light?"

"How green is it? Ah, no, what are you talking about? I have never heard of the person or the singer."

"..."

Finally, Fang Yi left Xie Mengmeng's boudoir in a daze, feeling a little confused.

He turned on his phone and searched, and then he was sure that the other party was not joking with him at all.

Not only do the songs and singers he mentioned just now not exist, but many of the popular songs in Fang Yi's memory have no trace on the Internet.

Although it was a bit sudden, it also made Fang Yi aware of a business opportunity.

Since he didn't show up, doesn't this mean that he can have sex for nothing?

When he thought of this, he no longer felt sleepy.

Moreover, the most important thing is that he discovered that Douyin short videos, which were supposed to be launched only in 16, have actually been widely known in this decade.

Moreover, digital traffic has also been upgraded to 4G.

Civilian traffic can completely keep up with the playback of short videos.

They are all opportunities!

In this life, because the sister-in-law culture invaded too early, either on the stage, or the candies are super sweet, the development of entertainment has stagnated, but the informatization of science and technology has improved.

For a moment, he was suffering from the lack of a road in front of him, and the road in front of him suddenly became clear.

Then copy it first for respect... Oh no, learn from it!

Can the things that intellectuals do be called plagiarism?

And all night long, Fang Yi's mind was like dancing to a disco. It wasn't until three o'clock in the night that he couldn't stand the mental fatigue, his eyelids began to fight, and he fell asleep.

……

Three days was neither long nor short, and passed quietly as Fang Yi continued to browse through the period materials.

Graduation season is here, and the handsome men and beautiful women who have been suppressed have finally opened the limiter and started to dress up. In the past, the lush sycamore trees were no longer filled with the sound of books, nor were they tightly wrapped, with hundreds of lines. The white and tender calves under the pleated skirt are like buds waiting to bloom. They are paired with black and white tube socks, and the scent of virginity remains when stepping on the trail.

The clumsy boy who had even become enlightened began to muster up the courage to try to find a new path. He held the girl's little hand and his palms were sweating. Then he walked to a pavilion and saw that there were fewer and fewer people walking around. He asked stupidly Person: Can I hug you?

Girls often say: It’s too fast!

But in my heart, the truth is - you can just hug me, ask der!

Of course, no matter how much you complain in your heart, you will eventually create an opportunity to bury your head on the other person's shoulder.

The blood supply to the brain of the little boy who smelled the woman's fragrance gradually became insufficient, and pain continued to shoot up to his cerebellum.

Girl: Yeah~what? !

Boy: Ahem, cell phone, it’s a cell phone!

Well, that’s a bit like it!

There were still more than two hours before the party started, so Fang Yi went to the dormitory first.

Unexpectedly, this time, there was surprisingly little movement in the dormitory. There was no noise and loud voices in the past. Everyone gathered around a bed, staring with strange eyes.

I didn't even notice anyone coming in at the door of the dormitory.

Fang Yi glanced at it and found that Wang Jinchen, with a dark face, was holding an Ai Feng 3 and playing Temple Escape. It is supposed that this game will not be launched for 12 years, but it seems that it has been brought forward now.

In 10, it was very unusual for anyone in high school to have an Aifeng mobile phone with them. Most of them still used the Nokia magic phone with "Hello Motorcycle" and "Open Screen and Hold Hands".

But fortunately, both of these products have been upgraded with touch screen and playback functions, so that they do not affect the delivery of short videos.

"Damn, it died again."

"Hey, Lao Fang, you're here."

At this time, Wang Jinchen finally ended the game because the game process was too fast. He looked up and found Fang Yi.

Originally, the two of them were not very familiar with each other.

But Yixiu's several operations and one line of messages three days ago were completely shocking. He had long been looking forward to Fang Yi giving him some advice.

Because Fang Yi had always been a bit aloof in high school, and his relationship with several people in the dormitory was not good, so in the end, Wang Jinchen followed him to the balcony.

Wang Jinchen lit a cigarette out of habit, but before he could put the cigarette case into his pocket, he was stopped by Fang Yi.

"Give me one too!"

"Eh? Doesn't your Su Yimo not let you smoke?"

Wang Jinchen was surprised, but he happily handed the cigarette to Fang Yi.

In his opinion, a real man should smoke, especially in the lonely night, carve a girl's name on the cigarette butt and inhale deeply.

Well, I’m so affectionate!

"Oh, is it still Xuan Hemen?"

Fang Yi didn't explain, took the cigarette, flipped the lighter back and forth between his index finger and ring finger, almost touched his fingers, and lit it with a handsome tilt of his head.

This guy whipped Hemen, Fang Yi remembered it.

Because the other person always said something in his mouth: He only smokes to show off his beauty, and he only loves one person in his life.

However, Wang Jinchen, who became Fang Yi's senior student in his previous life, not only failed to win Ying Qianqian's heart, but also lost himself in the coquettish words of the vice president of the student union. University was more fun than Fang Yi's.

Although people are a little bit shy, the key is that the family has energy, money, and a good heart.

When university students gradually understand the importance of money, they will naturally put a natural filter on an unattractive person like Wang Jinchen.

"Your gesture of lighting up a cigarette...good guy, thank you for pretending so well. You smoke a lot in private, right?"

Wang Jinchen was once again shown off by the opponent.

Fang Yi smiled and shook his head. Most of the students in the student party just wanted to pretend to be cool when it came to smoking, eager to disguise a layer of maturity and uninhibitedness.

But he was different. He was really hurt in his last life, and he never quit!

When I feel depressed, I can’t help but light up a few.

It's just an old man comforting his heartache in the middle of the night!

"I heard that you signed up for a singing program at the party. That's okay. You ditched Su Yimo a while ago. It turned out that you wanted to get back to her today and use the opportunity to confess your love, right?"

Wang Jinchen took a deep breath, and when he spoke with a look of ecstasy, he praised it with his tongue.

"Confession? You are thinking too much!" Fang Yi rolled his eyes.

"What's wrong? Don't you like your Su Yimo the most?"

Wang Jinchen was very surprised.

"That's the past tense. The people I like now are all on the hard drive."

Fang Yi curled his lips.

Wang Jinchen's dark face was slightly warm, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes: "Well, hey, me too, how about Bluetooth later?"

"Wait a minute, did you just talk about a program? What program!"

Fang Yi suddenly reacted.

"You're just pretending to be here. Qianqian has already told me, so you should be the one to show off." Wang Jinchen said, "Forget it." I had a blazing look on my face. When I looked back, I seemed to have thought of something, and I was confused: "Oh, yes. Well, that guy Zhang Wei is also weird. He used to arrange for you a lot, but today he spares no effort to encourage you in the group. If he didn't know better, he would think he is your number one fan!"

"Zhang Wei?"

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes and suddenly remembered the outstanding class cadre of the three good students with pimples on his face that day.

At the same time, a text message was also sent to Fang Yi's mobile phone.

Click on the phone to read: Fang Yi, come to the stage to rehearse - Ying Qianqian