Dont look at me

Yu Meng squatted in the shadow at the corner of the school gate, playing with her mobile phone, looking up at the crowd coming out from time to time.

There are already many people coming and going.

Almost all of them are students from the Music Academy, but they haven't seen that familiar face yet.

He is very annoying, waiting for someone is too tormented.

Very human beings are capable of it.

He clicked on a chat box and started typing.

-5 minutes, never see you again, I will.

I really didn't know what harsh words to put after "Just", so I just sent it.

There will be a reply after 2 minutes.

-Brother Yu, if you don't see me, I will bleed eight feet from my head.

Yu Meng raised her eyebrows.

-Okay, I'll count the seconds, be strict.

-......

Midsummer.

The evening sun is not dazzling at this moment.

But still very hot.

Yu Meng was wearing a baggy white short-sleeved shorts, which looked a little thin under the light.

In hot temperature.

The owner of the cart stall next to him yelled at him, "Hey! Kid! Buy an ice cream to relieve the heat!"

Yu Meng frowned, "I'm not a child." He pursed his lips in displeasure, took out two yuan and handed it to the boss, "Old Beijing popsicles, I want the coldest one."

After receiving the old popsicle that had been frozen into big ice cubes, his slightly frowning brows eased a bit.

"Kacha Kacha" began to bite.

His eyes were full of impatience and anxiety that had been waiting for a long time.

After eating half of it, it was much cooler, but the dryness still did not drive away.

It was very hot.

His complexion was too pale, the heat rose, and his cheeks gradually turned pink.

Almost fucking hot.

He shook his head, his chestnut hair was disheveled, slightly curled at the ends, and rebelliously curled up everywhere.

-4 minutes.

The popsicle in his mouth "creaked" and bit more and more loudly.

"Crack".

The popsicles are finished.

The stick snapped.

Yu Meng looked at the time and said something coldly.

- five points are up.When bloodletting, remember to call me.

He was about to lift his legs and walk away.

I heard a voice coming from all the way.

Shocking howling, weeping ghosts and gods.

"Brother Yu! Here I come!"

The figure with his back to the setting sun jumped like a monkey, howling and running.

Yu Meng: "..."

He watched the idiot getting closer and closer with a gloomy face.

Rubbing secretly, he began to gear up, ready to greet him profoundly.

Zhou Xiaoyang grinned, grinning heartlessly, and ran over to hug Yu Meng's shoulder.

His hands were slapped away in disgust.

Yu Meng stretched out her fist expressionlessly, and precisely hammered Zhou Xiaoyang's waist.

"Ah, your strike is so ruthless, it hurts so much." Zhou Xiaoyang covered his waist, pretending to be suffering like that.

Yu Meng laughed angrily, "It's 06:30 as promised, have you been tied up? It's already [-]:[-], my time is very expensive, okay?"

Zhou Xiaoyang pondered for a moment, "I, I can explain." He muttered to himself, "I help school girls with their homework, so..."

Without turning his head, Yu Meng directly threw the ice cream sticks behind, and a string fell into the trash can with a bend. He walked away and bought two more sticks.

Throw one of them to Zhou Xiaoyang.

Then she gave him a gloomy sideways glance.

"Do you believe this reason? Tell me quickly. I will save your life as appropriate."

Zhou Xiaoyang followed Yu Meng's pace.

Start biting popsicles.

He frowned and was a little worried. After organizing his words for a long time, he finally choked it out.

"The few of us didn't go to the cafeteria when we ate at noon. We ordered a meal and went directly to the rehearsal room."

"During dinner, Jane Laoxie was looking for the sheet music we practiced last time. I couldn't find it for a long time, but I saw a contract stuffed in a guitar gap, well hidden."

Yu Meng yawned, "What contract?"

Zhou Xiaoyang shrugged, "Our lead singer signed a contract with a music company for eight years. He will go to star packaging, debut directly, and stop playing in a band."

Yu Meng looked like he had nothing to do with himself, "Oh, and then, why are you late."

Zhou Xiaoyang hummed and continued to explain.

"Old Jane lost his temper, so he went up and beat him up. I was going to stop him, but for no reason, he beat him up along with him. Then he was arrested by the department head and sent to the office to write a self-criticism."

Zhou Xiaoyang quietly glanced at Yu Meng's face, and said, "I was going to tell you directly, but Jian Laoxie refused. He said that the performance will be performed soon, and I'm afraid you will get emotional."

Yu Meng turned to look at the school, "Where are the two of them?"

Zhou Xiaoyang's tone was full of sympathy, "The lead singer ran away, Lao Xie was still writing, I was full of ideas, and finished writing ahead of time."

Yu Meng: "..."

The temperature gets hotter and drier.

Yu Meng walked to the side of the road and stopped the car, and the two of them sat in and were blown by the air conditioner, which was quite comfortable.

"Master, go to Redhouse."

After giving the destination, Yu Meng leaned on the cushion and asked, "When did he sign it?"

Zhou Xiaoyang swiped his phone, found a photo of the contract, and handed it to him, "I signed it three months ago, and he brought it to the school today for the teacher to review and approve the leave. Who knows, we discovered it. His face turned pale with fright."

Yu Meng was not interested in the contract, but was a little concerned about the timing.

Lead singer Lin Zhiwen contacted many of the band's performances, and he was also responsible for collecting the performance fees. From June to July, he took over several activities. Now he has withdrawn gracefully, leaving a mess for them.

Pretty fucked up.

Zhou Xiaoyang scratched his hair irritably, "He made it clear that he cheated on his teammates."

Yu Meng looked out of the window sideways, some warm wind squeezed in through the cracks of the window, a smell of summer.

With a world-weary face on his face, he said lightly.

"You stopped this fight well. The school is indeed not a place where you can do it."

Zhou Xiaoyang shivered for a while, "Yu Mengmeng, calm down and don't be impulsive, you will go to jail for murder!"

The phone made a "ding dong".

Zhou Xiaoyang opened it and took a look.

Finished, another ancestor blew up.

Remarks [K Walker Band]'s WeChat group flashed a message, and then more than one, and began to swipe the screen frantically.

Queen Sanyu: Lin Zhiwen, your head is not round, is it? !How about using yourself as a scallion pot? !Come out here with us? !

Queen Sanyu: Two-faced and three-handed, right? !Take the money and slip away, right? !

Queen Sanyu: What an idiot, what the hell? The spout of the night pot is inlaid with gold rims, and the words you spit out are stinkier than a girl beetle ball, leading K walker to the top?Good brothers never leave?I can go to your Lingtang.

A series of cursing from Beijing followed.

Without repetition, it is hearty and hearty in one go.

After a long time, a weak speech was squeezed into the fierce pile of words.

Lin Zhiwen: It has always been my dream to debut as a star, and I don't want to lose this opportunity.I am sorry for you, since you can no longer tolerate me, then find another lead singer.

Then he quickly withdrew from the group.

The movement was fast, as fast as the wind, and there was a fucking grievance of being expelled.

A few people left: ...... Fuck.

Lin Zhiwen, the lead singer of K Walker Band, ah no, he is now the former lead singer.

He and guitarist Jian Tianzhen are good friends, so he recommended himself as the lead singer.

On weekdays, he always looks like a good old brother.

He is fully responsible for the performance competition, and the prize money basically falls into his pocket.

Everyone in the team knows that his family is not easy, and he has to pay for his own tuition when he comes to a big city to go to school.

So on this, everyone self-evidently gave up their share.

It can be said that she is treating him well without revealing her heart.

But there is only one drummer, Yu Meng.

The name is very cute, and the appearance is very cute.

Nature has nothing to do with the word "cute".

He is the only one who does not donate money to Lin Zhiwen.

All performance fees are requested on time.

Not even one point less.

Swish.

Yu Meng's facial features are exquisite, slightly immature, he should be a cute and gentle boy, but his overall softness is destroyed by his pair of single eyelid dead fish eyes.

Put together, just four words.

Milky and fierce.

Lin Zhiwen didn't dare to approach him with a shy face, and was always scared back by his eyes.

It's very cowardly.

This time when Lin Zhiwen did such a thing, what he was most afraid of was Yu Meng's reaction. He was worried that Yu Meng would hack Ling Chi to death for the performance fee of several hundred yuan.

Now that the matter has been exposed, I dare not confront them face to face, quit the group and delete WeChat, and disappeared without a trace.

In the WeChat group, Gu Sanyu, the always irascible keyboardist, fell silent.

Zhou Xiaoyang panicked even more.

When it was over, Queen Sanyu went crazy, and then pulled Yu Mengmeng, the principal couldn't hold back.

Lin Zhiwen is dead.

At that time, the band will fall apart, and one will die and two will go to jail.

How to do?

Zhou Xiaoyang started to daydream.

Been through a traffic jam for an unknown amount of time.

Finally arrived at the place, the two just got out of the car.

The hot air scrambled to surround them with a "swoosh".

Unable to sustain the body temperature perception of heaven and hell at this moment, the two of them fled into the shadows.

Redhouse, red house.

It is a retro building in the 768 Art District, where many teenagers who play music gather.

An underground club for a bunch of rebellious teenagers.

The twisted and weird house is covered in red primer, and the surrounding walls are full of all kinds of messy graffiti.

There is also a little non-mainstream in the decadence.

As soon as the two stepped into the door, they saw Gu Sanyu waiting at the door. She was wearing dark smoky makeup, and her long hair was tied into a dreadlock. She was so cool.

It's just that the pretty face is full of gloom, and her red lips are tightly pressed, obviously gritting her teeth to endure the anger.

Zhou Xiaoyang suddenly stopped and started to tremble, it was too scary, Yu Meng walked around behind him slowly, and pushed him in front of Gu Sanyu.

"Ask him for the details, he witnessed the whole thing, I'm so hot, go in and wait for you."

After finishing speaking, Yu Meng walked in leisurely.

Zhou Xiaoyang wanted to follow directly, but was grabbed by the collar in an instant.

Gu Sanyu's voice was soft, and he could still hear the soft grinding of teeth.

"Don't worry, listen to me first, how to destroy Lin Zhiwen's body and traces is more perfect."

Yu Meng entered the passage of the gate, it was dark, and could still smell the smell of steel paint.

It smells inexplicably good.

Some subtle melodies came to the ears, and there seemed to be a man's voice.

Can't hear clearly.

Yu Meng followed the sound slowly and walked through the aisle, and opened the curtain at the end.

clear.

It's like going from ear to heart.

"Can't look away, oh

Giveit up, if nothing matters

Turn and run, if nothing worksin'

Turn and run, we know it shurtin'"

"Can't run away, I won't turn back

Now's crystal clear..."

Heavy metal prelude.

Cool and husky subwoofer.

Sexy and lazy.

Yu Meng squinted her eyes and finally got used to the light.

In the center of the front, a man sat on a high stool on a red round platform.

He was lazily holding on to the pole microphone, a beam of white light shone on him, and his whole body seemed to be glowing.

In the dimness, he hummed the last sentence softly, with a hint of carelessness in his voice.

"Will it always feel the same

it always feels the same."

Yu Meng's eyes lit up, why worry about not having a lead singer?

This just happened to hit one.

It's pretty exciting.

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