Low Key Star

  Chapter 53 [053] A vulture shot down by Guo Jing

"Poetry Conference" is like a water flower in a stream. Although it unexpectedly set off a certain wave height, it is inherently restricted here. down.

  Originally, because poetry likes someone, it is difficult to rise to the level of admiration like star fans. On the one hand, most of these groups do not follow stars. On the other hand, even if they follow stars, they are stricter than ordinary star fans.

  —The fan conversion rate of literary works is low, and there are certain factors in this regard.

However, "Shooting the Condors" has become a big hit, coupled with the exposure of the poetry conference, the heat brought by the poetry conference has basically disappeared, and when walking in the school, there are very few strange alumni who take the initiative to say hello, Zhang Yang still gets it from Luoshen. Got a message.

   His health has been extended by... a day!

   In other words, the deadline was postponed to September 6, 1993.

   Luoshen also specially gave him an explanation that these "beliefs" mainly come from Zhang Wei, Tang Yanqi and unknown students from their school.

   It seems that I have to thank my lovely sister. I guess I have done a lot of publicity in the school. Otherwise, just relying on my parents, everyone would not have such admiration for this senior who has already graduated.

  Second Middle School also provided a small part, and the main contributors were Zhang Min, Zhao Yi, Lin Yiran, and... Han Yongtai.

In the end, Zhang Yang confirmed the name with Luoshen three times, and Luoshen ignored him the second time, but the result was obviously correct, so that when he came to the classroom the next day, Zhang Yang couldn't help but look at Han Yongtai secretly .

   Soon found that Han Yongtai was also secretly looking at him.

   "Tsk tsk, I thought I was a villain, but I didn't expect to secretly become a fan boy..." Zhang Yang muttered to himself, a little funny.

  Han Yongtai was also pondering secretly, feeling a little guilty: "Could it be that Zhang Yang found out that I secretly transferred his discussion about the plot of the Condor Shooting on the Internet to cheat praise?"

   "Impossible, the profile picture and screen name have nothing to do with me, even if he sees it, how can he guess that "the eagle shot down by Guo Jing" is me? "

   "He talks there every day, so many people can hear him, and there are people in other classes asking people in our class. It's not like they don't use the Internet, so how could they guess it's me?"

   "Then why does he always look at me?"

   "Isn't he trying to frame me? But what if he guessed right, that person is me..."

  …

  Han Yongtai's seat is behind Zhang Yang's right, but after the seat adjustment, Zhang Yang is now on Lin Yiran's left, so he always looks behind secretly, and Lin Yiran soon finds out.

  Lin Yiran thought he was peeking at him at first, and was a little shy, but later found that he was actually looking at Han Yongtai, and finally couldn't help it, and asked in a low voice: "You won't have any conflicts again, will you?"

Since the conflict with Han Yongtai on the day when he was discharged from the hospital last semester, the two sides have basically ignored each other these days. There has been no conflict, but the conflict still exists, so Lin is still a little worried. The college entrance examination is coming soon. Not worth it anymore.

Zhang Yang shook his head, Lin was still not at ease, and glanced at Han Yongtai again, seeing that Han Yongtai also looked up, their eyes met, Han Yongtai deliberately stared at her clear eyes and paused for a second , and showed a little puzzled look, to show that he was not guilty.

After he looked away, he scanned the classroom again, then lowered his head again, stretched his waist, and glanced vaguely at Zhang Yang and Lin Yiran. As she said something, her soft and beautiful hair fell down, black and shiny like a waterfall, and her cheeks looked like jade, and her profile was almost perfect.

  She is not yet seventeen years old, what will she look like in two years?

  Han Yongtai only felt a pain in his heart, as if the arrow shot by Guo Jing hadn't been pulled out yet, and he also felt that Zhang Yang had stabbed him in the chest.

I thought to myself: I have given up on the goddess who I have been secretly in love with for two years. Although I have no hope if I don’t give up, no matter how I say it, I will help Zhang Yang eliminate a potential rival in love, who is also very handsome and talented. Kind of... It's wrong for me to transfer your interpretation of the plot of "Shooting the Condor", but even if we get even, I don't owe you anything!

  I don't owe him, I don't owe him...

  Han Yongtai told himself this in his heart, but still couldn't help but secretly raised his eyes to look at the two of them, but seeing what Zhang Yang said, Lin still couldn't help laughing, his face was as beautiful as a flower, bright and moving.

  Han Yongtai felt another pain in his heart, but for some reason, after the pain was over, he felt a lot more comfortable.

  He didn't have time to think about it, he just told himself in his heart that there was nothing to be afraid of, if he wanted to settle accounts with me, he would refuse to admit it at all, what could he do?

   At most, it’s just spreading everywhere like I did at the beginning.

  If he dares to tell the story, I will...just...pretend not to know!

  Hmm... A gentleman is open-minded, maybe Lin still feels that he is very open-minded because of this?

  ——

   "Han Yongtai is looking at you too."

"I know."

   Zhang Yang had a calm face of "you're making a fuss", "The college entrance examination is coming soon, and people want to take a second look at their idol before parting, isn't it normal?"

  Lin was still angry and funny, said "I don't care about you", and continued to read.

  Zhang Yang moved closer to her, and said with a smile: "I don't know why he always looks at me, but there is really no conflict, maybe it is also because of the influence of the poetry conference."

  Lin still puffed up his cheeks and thought about it, but he couldn't figure out why, anyway, it wasn't a fight, so he didn't care about it any more. He agreed and continued to read.

After the second class, she was playing the fruit-cutting game on her seat, Zhang Yang watched beside her, sneering and sarcastic from time to time, Lin Yiran cut the bomb again, and was so angry that she wanted to hit him with her mobile phone, but she was also afraid of smashing her own mobile phone He put the mobile phone in front of him angrily, "Show me the game! Don't think that I don't know that your sister scored the points on your ranking, so you are still laughing at me?"

   "I'm too lazy to play such a childish game."

   Zhang Yang naturally didn’t hesitate, he picked it up and played it, but he was obviously overconfident. This was somewhat different from the game Su Hui remembered, and he hadn’t played it for a long time, and was killed within a minute.

   "Hey hey hey"

  Lin Yiran saw that he was better than himself, and smiled triumphantly. How could Zhang Yang be knocked down by a small setback, and decided to start all over again. Lin Yiran wanted to see how he died, and was dragged away by Liu Chan.

   Zhang Yang curled his lips, muttering to himself that for two lifetimes he couldn't figure out why girls had to go to the bathroom together, and the school uniform couldn't be taken off alone, right?

  This idea just flashed, Zhou Fan came from behind, saw his hand scribbling on the screen like a cramp, and said contemptuously: "You also play such a childish game? Let's go, go to the toilet."

   Zhang Yang said without raising his head: "You can't take off your pants by yourself, why do you need my help?"

  Zhou Fan looked around and saw that Zhang Min, who was the closest, was not on the seat, so he lowered his voice and laughed, "I can't lift it by myself, so you can help me carry it."

   "What the **** are you..."

Zhang Yang shook his hand and cut the bomb again. He wished he could take off his belt and pump this guy to death. Seeing that he had died again, Zhou Fan pulled his arm and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, let's go, let's move around .”

   "Wait, wait, phone phone!"

  Zhang Yang put his cell phone in the hole of the table, went to the bathroom with Zhou Fan, and soon came back with water. Seeing that the seat was empty, he curled his lips again, full of a sense of physical superiority.

  As soon as I sat down, before I had time to take out my mobile phone to continue scoring and defend the dignity of men in the game, I heard the buzzing sound of the mobile phone vibrating. I looked down and saw the word "Mom" on the screen of the mobile phone.

   Zhang Yang was a little strange, he didn't know why his mother was calling him right now, so he picked it up and connected, "Hello, Mom?"

  The other end of the phone was silent.

"mom?"

   Still no one spoke.

Zhang Yang picked up the phone and put it in front of his face to look at it. It was his mother's phone number, so he put it next to his ear again, and said helplessly, "You must have made a mistake, right? If you don't say anything, I'll hang up...Mom? Mom? "

  Someone on the other end of the phone sighed slightly, and then a vaguely familiar female voice came: "I'm looking for Lin Yiran."

  (end of this chapter)