REMIX

I went back to the classroom as if I had just run two laps on the playground.

Walking to the seat next to the penultimate row, she pulled out a chair and sat down. Li Qianlan, who was lying on the side with her earphones plugged in and taking a nap, was startled awake. She stared at her disheveled black hair and stared at me bewilderedly, "I'm back."

"Class is on." I took off his earphones and asked, "Is Xinxin feeling better?"

Qiao Xinxin, who was seated by the window, happened to look over at this moment, stretched out her hand to give me a thumbs up, and pointed to the hot water bottle on her stomach.

"I went to the water room downstairs to fetch some hot water for her." Li Qianlan chuckled, "It hurts to hear that the girl came."

Regarding the painful experience that we can't empathize with in this life, Xia Jun once told me the bitterness, "You guys don't understand", "playing "Yellow River Cantata" under the crotch", "so we must treat girls well" and other rhetoric, always It is her exquisite language organization ability that can be displayed in some extraordinary moments.

But I'm not in the mood to discuss this at all.

The bell for evening self-study rang, and I spread out the stacked papers and draft paper in front of me, and I was in the posture of fighting mathematics for [-] rounds. The pen in my hand poked the paper and let go.

"Qian Lan," I said, "a talent scout has approached me."

He first looked at me, blinked his eyes, and then took a big breath, almost sucking up all the air within three meters of the next seat. I quickly grabbed him with both hands to prevent him from getting drunk.

The class monitor who maintained classroom discipline on the podium coughed and said, "Some students, please don't try artificial respiration during evening self-study."

I shoved him away.

I called Qiao Xinxin to the corridor between classes, and told them both the ins and outs of the matter, but omitted the personal grievances between Lin Ruian and Gong Junye, so that the whole process sounded like a purely inexplicable scout. story.

"I think it's a little unscientific," Li Qianlan said, "Xinxin won the first place in the rock group, why didn't you find her?"

Qiao Xinxin clutched the newly filled hot water bottle and said, "Maybe Xia Xi is exactly what the other party needs?"

"If you're just looking for a rapper, the first pure vocal group in the rap group should be the priority." I said.

The two of them pondered for a while, "You should have more confidence in yourself."

"Hey, this is not a bad thing." Li Qianlan snapped her fingers, "At least your ability has been recognized and appreciated by the professional field. If you really become a big star, we both have to hurry up and hug our thighs."

I set my soliciting gaze on Qiao Xinxin, the personification of calmness and wisdom.

"I want this one." She pointed to my left leg.

"...Don't be infected by Li Qianlan."

"Blame me?..."

Yes.

This is not a bad thing.

But it takes courage to choose a brand new life. I feel that I am not able to control it with my current capital. At least I have to wait for the results of the college entrance examination, so that I have more choices. This is also safe.

And my guardian, Ms. Xia Jie, after hearing what I said about this matter, also gave a similar opinion to mine: everything will be discussed after the college entrance examination. As for Lin Ruian, if you can afford it, you can wait. That's all.

Even if our family is short of money, we can't bet on my future.

I called Lin Ruian to tell Xia Jie what he said, and he replied, "Come with me to the recording studio next time to learn about the daily life of those musicians, and you can make a decision."

After that phone call, he didn't show up again, and I was busy with the school's final exams, so I completely forgot about these trivial matters.

Immediately afterwards, I ushered in the last summer vacation of my high school days.

One sweltering afternoon when I locked myself in an air-conditioned room and did my homework. I got stuck on a compulsory exam question. I couldn’t do it right. Mathematics has been tormenting me for decades. I scratched my head and felt irritable. I simply ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower. .

I still couldn't figure out the question until I came out of the bathroom, but I saw that the mobile phone thrown by the bed was on, and it was a text message.

"Are you free for a meal?"

I threw away my homework, and it didn't matter what I could or couldn't figure out.

He didn't answer the phone until it rang three times, and I replied in a daze that I was free.

"Is there anything...you don't like?"

He first smiled, "Me? I'm not picky about food." Then he said, "Why should I be picky when someone treats me?"

Although I don't know why, I also laughed, but I didn't laugh out loud. "I know there is a good Hong Kong-style tea restaurant, are you interested?"

"I'll wait for you downstairs in your house in half an hour, and you lead the way."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, I went to look for clothes in the closet, and I saw a hat hanging on the top of the hanger. It cost more than [-] yuan, and it seemed to have been endowed with some commemorative significance since it was worn by Gong Junye. I feel itchy in my heart, and I can't tell whether it is comfortable or uncomfortable.

Because I wasted almost 5 minutes sitting on the floor in a daze, when I went downstairs, my hair was still not dry, and I was frustrated while combing it with my hands in front of the mirror, but then I thought I was going to accept my fate——count From the time I met him to the few times I have met, I have never been on a normal channel.

What is the magic of this man?

When I got out of the gate of the complex, I looked around and saw a black Phaeton parked across the road. The glass of the driver's seat was rolled down, and a man's hand was lazily resting on it, wearing two glasses on his index finger and ring finger. The cuffs of the black shirt were rolled up, and two young girls passing by tried to peek into the car window.

I crossed the narrow road, walked around to the side of the co-pilot, and knocked on the car door, "Brother."

"Yo." He winked at me, "What a coincidence."

"Yes," I also said, "meal tickets delivered to your door."

He probably encountered something good during the day, he was in high spirits, reached out and opened the car door for me, "Go ahead."