a certain corner

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Zhe went out to the music department. Before he went, he bought Xie Xin's favorite milk tea.

Xie Xin arrived on time at six o'clock. At that time, Jiang Zhe was sitting on the stool, smoking a cigarette casually, and pressing the piano keys with his free hand. He was so damn sexy.

"Are you in love?"

Jiang Zhe looked up to see that the person had arrived, and put out the cigarette: "What's the matter, have you changed to being a pimp?"

"Yeah, what do you think of me?" Xie Xin's newly-made hair, with big waves and long curly hair scattered behind her, coupled with her exquisite and beautiful appearance, from a visual point of view, anyone who sees it is a kind of enjoyment.

"Tsk" Jiang Zhe shook his head regretfully: "I'm afraid I won't be able to come back in this life."

Xie Xin laughed and scolded: "You bastard!"

Jiang Zhe handed her the milk tea: "It's a bribe for you."

"Thanks. Have you figured out what song you want to sing?"

"Think it over." Jiang Zhe was really embarrassed to tell her that this was the only song he could sing.

"Then let's start directly, you sing it first and I'll listen to it."

Xie Xin acted vigorously, and Jiang Zhe also knew her character, so he chuckled lightly and nodded cooperatively: "Okay, wait for me to play the music."

Xie Xin's serious attitude towards music was vividly reflected in front of Jiang Zhe. Jiang Zhe's songs in the past 20 years were not as many as today. In the end, all the milk tea he brought went into his stomach.

"It's still not right, your falsetto control is too poor."

Jiang Zhe: "..."

Jiang Zhe pressed his throat, a little anxious: "If it doesn't work, I'll sing nursery rhymes."

"Do you think your nursery rhyme sounds good when you sing it?"

"..."

Jiang Zhe: "Then the national anthem?"

Xie Xin was about to activate the ultimate poisonous tongue mode when the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.

The person who came was wrapped in a cold air, and asked Xie Xin directly after entering the door: "Where is your mobile phone?"

Seeing the person coming, Xie Xin didn't know what to think of, and suddenly felt guilty. She took out her mobile phone from her bag, and when she saw the number of missed calls, she lowered her head even lower: "My mobile phone was muted during class, and I forgot to turn it on." It's..."

"Let's see what time it is."

Twelve forty.

Xie Xin realized the seriousness of the matter, and quickly packed up his things wisely: "Jiang Zhe, I'm sorry, I have to go, I've told you all about your problems, but it should be fine to deal with it according to your current state..."

Jiang Zhe was not in the mood to listen to what Xie Xin had to say at this time, all his attention was on the person at the door.

Xie Yingkai felt Jiang Zhe's gaze, and once again met his gaze, the two big men looked at each other, neither tit for tat nor affectionate, just examining and admiring.

"Let's go!" Xie Xin took the other's arm and acted coquettishly: "I'm sorry, I forgot today's date."

With a flash in Jiang Zhe's eyes, Xie Yingkai looked away from Jiang Zhe and said to Xie Xin, "Let's go."

Xie Xin took the time to turn around and exaggeratedly said to Jiang Zhe that I was leaving. Jiang Zhe smiled at her, raised his hand, and watched the two leave.

There was no class the next day, so Yang Fan and Da Jian went to the Internet cafe to play games together, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon when they came back, and they brought a meal to Jiang Zhe.

"I'll go, why is Jiang Zhe still sleeping?"

Yang Fan hissed, and said with his lips: "I don't come back until seven o'clock in the morning."

Dajian: "How do you know? Didn't you sleep until ten o'clock and still look like a dead pig? I dragged you up."

Yang Fan made a movement of unbuttoning his trousers sullenly: "It's a coincidence to open the gate to release the water, please keep your voice down."

Jiang Zhe: "Why did you come back so early?"

Yang Fan was startled, and looked back at Jiang Zhe: "When did you wake up?"

Dajian: "He woke up as soon as we entered the door."

Yang Fan: "You don't even tell me! Make me act like a thief!"

Jiang Zhe frowned, and said slowly: "Is my voice hoarse?"

The two shook their heads together, Jiang Zhe heaved a sigh of relief, and then explained: "It hurts."

Yang Fan said in a humble tone: "Where did Brother Jiang go all night last night? His throat hurt from shouting."

Jiang Zhe looked at him expressionlessly, and waved to Da Jianyi: "Damn it."

Dajian's eyes lit up, he tossed the missing big braids behind, and flicked his sleeves: "Crack!"

Yang Fan yelled: "Help me! Where are you bastard, my second son! I can't beat Dajian alone!"

Jiang Zhe squeezed his throat, his throat was so dry and sore after saying these two words, he sighed and wanted to pick up his phone to check what time it was, but the group made him crazy.

Jiang Zhecong agreed to the anchor's singing, and has not appeared in the group for a day and a night. He really ran away.

Looking at the messages teasing him in the group, he remembered one thing.

"Yijia": "Where is the anchor live broadcasting, and what is the room number?"

"Jiang Zhe, what kind of mobile phone are you playing with? The food I bought for you is getting cold, hurry up and eat."

Jiang Zhe turned off his cell phone, and replied: "Wait a minute, I'll take a shower and come out to eat."

After taking a shower, Jiang Zhe first poured a cup of hot water to moisten his throat. Realizing the condition of his throat, he frowned: "Yang Fan, where is the medicine for your throat?"

"I threw it away." Yang Fan: "Your throat sounds fine. If it hurts, just drink more water. It will be fine after two days. What medicine do you need to drink?"

"I will sing a song on the live broadcast later, and I have already promised my friend."

"Then tell him, look at you now, you are frowning so much that it hurts to say something, how will you sing in a while? Besides, it might be a good thing for him if you don't sing hahaha"

Your uncle, Jiang Zhe added in his heart with a sore throat.

When I looked at the phone again, it was already an hour later, and the screen was already full of messages. Jiang Zhe clicked on the friend application page, and seeing Chen Xi's name, his eyelids trembled violently.

There is also his temporary message in the phone.

"Chenxi": "The live streaming software is xx, room number: xxxxx"

"Chenxi": "It starts at eight o'clock in the evening. If you have something to do, you can tell me."

This is to see his problem?In this way, the anchor also has a hobby of spying on the screen, so hasn't he heard all his molesting voices these days?

Jiang Zhe began to seriously suspect that the anchor of Chenxi deliberately asked him to sing, could it be revenge on him?

"Yijia": "Okay, nothing to do, I will be there on time at eight o'clock."

"Chen Xi": "Arrange your singing time at 08:30, you don't have to go so early, just arrive at [-]:[-]."

"Yijia": "It's okay, I want to watch your live broadcast."

Afterwards, the other party was silent for a long time, Jiang Zhe put down the water glass, curled up his mouth and smiled.

"Chenxi": "Give me your account number and the song you want to sing, and I will make arrangements for it later."

Jiang Zhe looked at the still serious answer, clicked his tongue, and typed: "OK."

There was also a message from Xie Xin replying to him on the phone. When Jiang Zhe came back in the morning, he felt sorry for Xie Xin, and asked if he delayed her yesterday, and apologized by the way. If Xie Xin didn't reply in the morning, he probably didn't wake up.

Xie Xin added a sentence with a pitiful expression: "I was scolded to death by my brother yesterday, you can figure out how to treat guests."

Jiang Zhe's focus is on the first half of the sentence: "Was that your brother yesterday?"

Jiang Zhe didn't realize it himself, his lips parted, and his mood improved a lot.

Xie Xin replied in seconds: "That's right, my twin brother was born a few minutes earlier than me, aren't we alike?"

"It's really not like that."

"Then am I pretty or is he pretty?"

Jiang Zhe did not hesitate: "You are beautiful"

Xie Xin was very satisfied, and replied politely: "You are also more handsome than him."

Jiang Zhe: "..."

Xie Xin: "Right."

Jiang Zhe: "What else can I tell Her Majesty the Queen?"

Xie Xin looked at the quiet room upstairs, muttered, who can stand him, and typed: "It's nothing, forget it."

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