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chapter2

The orchestral department he entered only enrolls 100 students each year, and in his violin major, although there are only [-] students, they are all excellent violin students.

However, it is inevitable that some people will be a little arrogant.

"I heard that you were admitted as the number one major?"

He was packing his piano case and preparing to leave, when a boy walked up to him and said such a sentence.He raised his head and looked at the person suspiciously, looking at the boy's subtle eyes, what's the matter?Could this be the legendary provocation?

So he nodded calmly and said, "Yeah."

This answer feels very humble, and it's always good to be low-key.

In the end, the boy snorted coldly: "I heard that you don't even have an eighth grade on the violin."

... Is he being despised for his feelings?

He paused while packing the piano case, looked up at the person with a smile on his face, and said, "Actually, I don't think series is too important."

Unexpectedly, the boy shook his head and said: "Maybe not for the master, but for us, it still plays a pivotal role. At least it is possible to participate in activities in the future..."

"I don't think it matters."

The boy was dissatisfied when he heard someone interrupt him, and the confident attitude had hidden meaning, and he was extremely upset.Facing those calm eyes, he frowned tightly and said:

"Aren't you overconfident?"

Zhao Hele smiled calmly, picked up the piano case and looked at Humanity: "Maybe, who made me the number one professional, and I didn't cheat to get in here."

After speaking, he nodded to the person and turned to leave.

It looked very cloudy and breezy.

The boy gritted his teeth and watched the thin figure disappear gradually, with complicated expressions in his eyes.

A girl shook her head helplessly and said, "Zhou Wei, what are you doing? They didn't mess with you, so you just got praised by the teacher?"

It has been a week of class, and Zhao Hele’s ability is obvious to all. Whether it is their major or in all courses, especially in chamber ensemble and band classes, many teachers have reflected that Zhao Hele came in with them this year. It's not a class.

Perhaps Zhao Hele is only in the eighth grade of violin, but often the grade does not represent a person's performance level.

Zhou Wei snorted coldly: "I don't know how I got in, I think I'm already pretty good, and the teacher didn't give me a chance to participate in the band solo."

The girl looked at the immature boy in front of her speechlessly: "Please, if anyone can play solo in the band easily, what do you want those performers who have worked so hard for so many years to do?"

"But Zhao Hele—"

"It's nothing good, but they are capable, so don't be narrow-minded. If you have this kind of skill, it's better to practice the piano well." The girl left the classroom after she finished speaking, as expected, she was not mature at all.

Zhou Wei felt the girl's disgusting eyes, and clenched his fists angrily. How could he be scolded bloody when he played for just one verse, and Zhao Hele could be selected to play the band solo in just one verse! !It must be related!But it's only eighth grade!

"Ah-"

Walking through the corridor of the music building, Zhao Hele sneezed unexpectedly. Zhao Hele couldn't help but folded his jacket with his free hand, and rubbed his nose blankly. Who was scolding him?

He quickened his pace and walked towards the dormitory building. He had to go back to sleep quickly, and he had to go to Sixiu in the afternoon to avoid getting sleepy.

He yawned and shook his head.

Walking out of the music building, I saw a long-legged Oppa walking out of the opposite building, who happened to be the tall and cold male god of their dormitory.

So he smiled and said hello: "Hey male god, what a coincidence."

Zhuo Yi, holding the architectural model, looked up and saw the smiling Zhao Hele, so he nodded and said hello: "What a coincidence."

"Go back to the dormitory?" Zhao Hele asked with a smile.

"I'm going to eat in the small restaurant, shall I?" Zhuo Yi saw someone carrying a piano case, as if he had just finished class.

Zhao Hele shook his head: "No, I'll go back to sleep, I'm too tired from standing all morning, and there are public classes in the afternoon."

"Don't you eat?" Zhuo Yi looked at the person in front of him, looked at the thin person in front of him and said: "You are very thin."

Zhao Hele shrugged indifferently: "I'll eat more in the afternoon, then I'll go back first and eat well."

After speaking, he brushed shoulders with people.

Zhuo Yi watched the person pass by him, turned his head to watch the figure leave, thoughtful.

So thin, how can you not eat?

I went back to the dormitory, put down the piano case, stretched out tiredly, went to the bathroom, washed my face and got ready to go to bed. Standing for a whole morning was really uncomfortable, mainly because of my neck and hands. sad.

After washing up, he yawned and walked out of the bathroom. The door was pushed open suddenly. A huge fan made his nose itchy. He couldn't help but sneezed again.

"Lin Wenxuan, this door can't withstand you being so—"

"Come here and eat it while it's hot. I made you hot and sour sweet and sour ribs. Let me tell you, this is my first serving. I just met someone right when I served it. I'm so lucky!" Lin Wenxuan opened the packing box and put it on the desk, and continued to say excitedly: "You know what, after this week, I finally let me eat a dish that I am satisfied with, it is delicious, eat it quickly!"

Zhao Hele silently looked at the bright red sweet and sour pork ribs, but he just wanted to kill this guy, so he looked at him angrily and said:

"Lin Wenxuan, we've known each other for a few years."

This guy really didn't remember what he likes to eat even once, it's a negative teaching material for Fa Xiaojie! !It's fine if you don't remember, and you always take the things he dislikes the most!

Lin Wenxuan blurted out: "16 years, what's wrong?" Why do you ask this when you don't eat?

"Don't you know that I don't like to eat sweet dishes! You did it on purpose, every time I order rice, I get you the dishes you like."

Lin Wenxuan patted himself on the head and said distressedly: "Oh, look at my memory, I just remember what I like to eat, sorry, I thought you would definitely come back to sleep without eating, and I wanted to call you Rice, and it turned out..."

Zhao Hele looked at the distressed Fa Xiao, and bumped the arm of the bumping man in a funny way: "I'm just talking, and I don't blame you, I'm not hungry."

"No, how can I make my little fairy go hungry! I'll cook for you again, wait for me!"

"..." Zhao Hele smiled calmly, watching the man pretending to leave, and waved his hand to signal him to leave.

Lin Wenxuan stopped in an instant, and slowly turned her head to look at the person: "Aren't you going to stop me?"

"Why do you want to stop it? Faxiao wants to cook for me. I'm really happy from the bottom of my heart."

Seeing people smiling, Lin Wenxuan knew they were teasing herself, so she shrugged dully, "I don't want to go."

Zhao Hele sat at the desk and looked at the food, and said, "Then it's a waste, you eat the ribs on the top, and I'll eat the rice on the bottom."

Anyway, the meal was beaten.

Lin Wenxuan frowned: "Don't stop eating meat, your mother won't cut me to death after the National Day."

Zhao Hele took the chopsticks and picked up the vegetables on it, even the part of the rice that was stained with juice, and said with lowered eyebrows: "I like to eat chicken."

"I happen to have a soy sauce chicken here."

A male god's voice came from the door.

Zhao Hele looked at the person who came back with a smile: "Does the male god also pack and eat?"

Zhuo Yi looked at the white rice in front of the person, looked at the person and said indifferently: "Here is the chicken."

After finishing speaking, put the lunch box in front of people, it is still my own glass insulation box, not the plastic packing box in the canteen.

Zhao Hele looked at the lunch box in front of him, and looked up at the person: "Did you bring your own lunch box?"

"I don't think school trays are hygienic."

Zhao Hele watched the man walk back to his desk with the mold, his expression remained unchanged, he was so cold, thinking that he really deserved to be a male god.

Rare and rare.

Opened the lid of the lunch box and asked about the taste of soy sauce chicken, and sighed with satisfaction, oh, the man is awesome!

Lin Wenxuan looked at Zhao Hele eating so contentedly, and felt a little disappointed: "You really don't want to eat my sweet and sour pork ribs!" After waiting in line for a long time...

"Well, you can eat it, I will eat the male god."

From the corner of his eye, Zhuo Yi caught a glimpse of the man's bulging face from eating, and quickly withdrew his gaze, continuing to work with his own mold.

Lin Wenxuan curled her lips: "Okay, I'll eat."

"I am back!!"

Cheng Lin's loud voice came from the door, and he saw the man holding the packing box a little angrily, with a hideous face.

"You don't know, that auntie is a stingy one today. I ordered sweet and sour pork ribs and gave me four yuan. How can this be worthy of the price of this dish? She didn't even pour juice on my rice..." Cheng Lin was upset He walked in, and suddenly saw the sweet and sour pork ribs on Zhao Hele's table, his eyes widened instantly: "Fuck, it's unscientific, which window opened it, there can be so many ribs!"

Zhao Hele bit his chopsticks and looked at the person and said, "Then you eat it, Lin Wenxuan beat it, I don't eat sweets."

Don't eat sweets?

Zhuo Yi's ears moved.

Cheng Lin put his arms around Zhao Hele's shoulders with a moved face: "Honey, thank you so much, I really... can't repay you, why don't I sleep with you tonight!"

"Eat yours, don't talk!" Zhao Hele pushed him away in disgust, this showman is really poisonous.

Lin Wenxuan was dissatisfied: "This is what I ordered, okay, I can't get anything in return, and I'm still sleeping..."

Cheng Lin hurriedly took out the chopsticks and leaned against the table to eat, and then said vaguely, "Good boy!"

"Bear wool..." Lin Wenxuan shrugged and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Cheng Lin looked down at Zhao Hele's glass lunch box, wondering, "Isn't this Zhuo Yi's lunch box?"

Zhao Hele looked up and saw the person: "You know?"

"I know, Zhuo Yi is obsessed with cleanliness, and he doesn't like to use things that others have used..." Cheng Lin stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, uh... Isn't this a bit of a slap in the face?

Zhao Hele is currently eating Zhuo Yi's lunch box.

Zhao Hele stopped eating, then slowly turned his head to look at Zhuo Yi: "That male god, your lunch box..."

"It's ok."

Zhao Hele was taken aback for a moment, what happened to this quick explanation?

Zhuo Yi saw that he was a little surprised, so he calmly explained again: "It doesn't matter if you use it."

"Is that so? Shall I buy you a new one?" I heard that people with cleanliness are very obsessive-compulsive. Maybe he has to go to another corner to continue cleaning the bowl in silence after washing the bowl. Eighty times.

Zhuo Yi shook his head and said, "It really doesn't matter, don't worry about using it."

Zhao Hele saw that people seemed to be really okay, so he ate with confidence, and continued to sigh in his heart, the male god descended to earth is really close to the people, he is very loved by the people.

Cheng Lin looked down at the soy sauce chicken with a very good color, and quickly prepared to grab a piece of chicken to eat, when a cruel and indifferent voice sounded behind him:

"You can't touch my lunch box."

The hand in mid-air paused, and slowly turned his head to look at Zhuo Yi: "I... can't pick a piece of chicken without touching your lunch box?"

"No." Zhuo Yi said, "You can't."

Cheng Lin's eyebrows trembled: "Why! We are also a little friendly, I just pick up a piece of chicken, and I don't even touch your lunch box!"

Zhuo Yi shook his head.

Zhao Hele smiled and tapped Cheng Lin's lunch box with chopsticks: "Oh, it seems that your brother is not too familiar with you."

Cheng Lin smiled when he saw this man, and said speechlessly, "Are you happy?"

"Maybe." Zhao Hele lowered his head and smiled and continued to eat, feeling secretly refreshed, the way the cold-hearted male god despises people is simply much more powerful than his!

Zhuo Yi looked at the corners of the lips of the person on the desk to his left with drooping eyebrows and a smile, feeling a little absent-minded.

The author has something to say:

The male god is very cute.

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