Save a giant as a bamboo horse [rebirth]

Yang Ping is a man of action. She got Wu Xiaofeng, a student with excellent singing skills, and was excited for two days. When the appointed time came, she couldn't wait to take Wu Xiaofeng to the choir to report.

The practice time of the choir is every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon after school. Chen Jiacheng has taekwondo classes on Tuesdays, but not on Thursdays. He and Wu Xiaofeng have always been inseparable, so naturally he followed Wu Xiaofeng to report when he was free.

Along the way, Yang Ping enthusiastically chatted with Wu Xiaofeng about singing, and asked him about his age when he started learning music. It was even more pleasant to hear that he won the championship in the city's children's singing competition for the first time in the fourth grade. Again and again.

Such a good ability at such a young age, she is really talented, such a good seedling has now become her student, Yang Ping puts all her efforts into cultivating Wu Xiaofeng.

The choir is located in the large classroom on the first floor of the art building of the school. Just after entering the teaching building, they were still walking in the corridor. The nodes are a bit messy, stopping from time to time, and playing repeatedly, it can be heard that they are adjusting each other.

As soon as Yang Ping approached the classroom, she pushed open the door on the other side, smiled beamingly and clapped her hands towards the room, "Everyone stop, our choir has a newcomer!"

With the movement she brought, the music in the room stopped instantly, leaving only a little vibrato echoing in the air.

As soon as Wu Xiaofeng entered the classroom, he saw more than 20 people in the empty room all looking at him. He raised his eyebrows, glanced at everyone, and counted roughly in his heart. There were about sixteen boys and ten girls.

Having experienced several singing competitions in front of hundreds of people, Wu Xiaofeng, who has always turned heads very high, has honed his thick skin, and has no shy feeling about being the focus of everyone in the classroom at this time. smile slightly.

With his smile, the faces of the girls in the choir who were staring at him turned red.

Yang Ping introduced impatiently, "His name is Wu Xiaofeng. He is a new classmate from the first year of junior high school. He sings very well. He has won No.1 in several city singing competitions. He will join our choir today. We will take care of each other in the future." ,Help each other."

Wu Xiaofeng waved his hand, and greeted generously first, "Hi everyone!"

Seeing that he was so familiar, most people also smiled and waved to him, saying hello. The guy who was sitting behind the drum set was wearing glasses and looked rather introverted and gentle. He also played the drum set, There was a crisp sound to welcome him to join.

Yang Ping pointed at the boy with a smile, "Zhong Yu, you're being naughty again."

The boy smiled when he heard the words, Wu Xiaofeng saw it, and felt that his smile was quite gentle, but such a gentleman played such a handsome and wild instrument, which made Wu Xiaofeng think of a term he had seen on the Internet: " The contrast is cute".

However, this boy named Zhong Yu has a contrast, whether he is cute or not, Wu Xiaofeng doesn't feel it, after all, Zhong Yu is not a girl, and his appearance is not cute, so he can't talk about the word cute.

At this time, a girl whose eyes kept drifting behind Wu Xiaofeng blushed and said jokingly, "Why didn't the teacher introduce another classmate!"

After the girl finished speaking, the other girls smiled and high-fived her, laughing together.

Yang Ping turned her head, saw Chen Jiacheng smiled and said, "He is not a member of the choir, but a friend of Xiaofeng."

With a quick glance, she could see that many people were very curious about Chen Jiacheng. No wonder, Chen Jiacheng's exotic and handsome face was indeed more attractive. Even Yang Ping couldn't help but take a few more glances at him when she saw him for the first time. Children, after all, mixed-race children are rare, and those who are so handsome and have outstanding temperament are even more rare.

She smiled and said to Chen Jiacheng, "Then classmate Chen, let me introduce myself."

Naturally, Chen Jiacheng would not give face to the teacher who is about to lead Wu Xiaofeng's three-year music journey, he smiled slightly, "My name is Chen Jiacheng, and I came here with Xiaofeng."

A few more courageous girls blushed and waved at Chen Jiacheng shyly, but it was a pity that Chen Jiacheng didn't turn their attention, which disappointed them a lot.

Chen Jiacheng consciously stood aside and watched Wu Xiaofeng and Yang Ping talk. Yang Ping pointed to the drum set that Zhong Yu was playing with, and then pointed to the guitar and electronic piano in the hands of several other students, "Our choir, it is said to be a choir , it’s actually a music club, in addition to chorus competitions, it also organizes bands or individuals to participate in competitions, in short, it’s a diverse club.”

Wu Xiaofeng listened carefully to her words, nodded, and Yang Ping continued, "I am the head of this regiment, and there are also a group leader and a deputy group leader."

As she spoke, she called out to the crowd, "Gao Chang, Zhang Jiahe, you two come here."

Wu Xiaofeng looked into her line of sight, and the two standing in the center of the crowd, who were whispering with others, immediately raised their heads and looked in the direction of Yang Ping and Wu Xiaofeng when they heard the call.

One of the short-skinned boys with slightly darker skin smiled, and walked over quickly when he heard the voice, while the other, who was taller and more stylishly dressed, cast a cold glance at Wu Xiaofeng before following behind him come over.

Wu Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows, and thought: This kid doesn't look very friendly.

Yang Ping was impatient, so she thought the two were walking slowly and waved at them, signaling to move faster.

Seeing Yang Ping like this, the smiling boy almost trotted over, and politely said as soon as he approached, "Teacher Yang."

Yang Ping grabbed his shoulders and said with a smile, "This is Gao Chang, the leader of our group. In the third year of this year, he is two years older than you. He is the elder of the club and the lead guitarist of the band."

Gao Chang took the initiative to say hello to Wu Xiaofeng, "Hi, welcome."

Wu Xiaofeng also smiled politely, "Hello, team leader, please take care of me in the future."

Gao Chang nodded in agreement, the other taller boy was obviously more rebellious, not as polite as Gao Chang, curled his lips at Yang Ping, smiled faintly, "Teacher Yang."

"Hey." Yang Ping agreed with a big grin, and pulled him to Wu Xiaofeng and said, "This is Zhang Jiahe, the deputy leader of our chorus, a year older than you, a second-year junior, and also the lead singer. The level is superb, and I won the provincial singing competition last year, the champion of the junior high school group."

Wu Xiaofeng nodded, and complained in his heart: No wonder he is so arrogant, it turns out he has two brushes, and no wonder, he is proud of his talents.

Zhang Jiahe glanced at Wu Xiaofeng coldly, as if hindered by Yang Ping's presence, he said indifferently, "Hello."

After all, he has more than 30 years of life experience, and most of the children in junior high school can't hide their thoughts on their faces. Wu Xiaofeng can see the disgust in Zhang Jiahe's eyes at a glance, and can't help but wonder why he seems so annoying because he has never seen this person before. Like himself, really inexplicable.

But Zhang Jiahe greeted him, and he also said out of polite habits, "Hello." But his attitude seemed not as warm as before to Gao Chang.

Wu Xiaofeng has an awkward temperament, he will treat people who are kind to him ten times better, and he will definitely not provoke anyone who is not good to him, he just pretends not to know him and hides when he can.

After Zhang Jiahe said hello, he obviously didn't want to stay with Wu Xiaofeng any longer, so he turned around and returned to the group chatting earlier. Wu Xiaofeng looked at him coldly.

Wu Xiaofeng has good hearing. When he heard Zhang Jiahe walking back to the crowd, someone stepped forward and asked him: "What is the origin of that man? Teacher Yang is so solemn and excited. This treatment is better than when you came to the group. gone."

But the only response to him was Zhang Jiahe's meaningful laughter. Wu Xiaofeng silently defined Zhang Jiahe in his heart:

The visitor is not good.

After all, Gao Chang was older and better at being a man. Seeing that Yang Ping valued this new member so much, he stayed to chat with Wu Xiaofeng for a while, and also explained some things about the group to him.

The simple ceremony of Wu Xiaofeng's entry into the group was almost over. Yang Ping seemed to be in a good mood. She asked Wu Xiaofeng what kind of musical instrument, and when he heard that he could play the violin, his already bright eyes sparkled even more. I want to insert classical music accompaniment into the rock, to combine modern and classical, but unfortunately there are only people in the group who can play the piano, and your ability to play the violin just meets my needs."

The more Yang Ping thought about it, the more excited she became, "I really found the right person, I will try to compose a song tonight!"

Seeing how happy she was, Wu Xiaofeng was startled for a moment, smiled accommodatingly, and said in his heart: This teacher can also compose music, it seems that she is a bit talented, otherwise she wouldn't be so young, there are several music teachers in the school, Only she became the leader.

Yang Ping and Gao Chang chatted with Wu Xiaofeng again, and handed him a sheet of music. Wu Xiaofeng listened to her nagging about the club's future plans, while flipping through the sheet music in his hand. Obviously, they are all songs suitable for chorus.

He listened carefully to what Yang Ping and Gao Chang were talking about, and raised his eyes to see Chen Jiacheng standing aside, looking at him quietly, but he was not impatient with such a boring thing, seeing himself looking at him, and smiling at himself smiled.

Wu Xiaofeng's heart warmed, and he gave him a smile quietly, thinking about it, or don't let him come with him next time, it's so boring.But he couldn't beat Chen Jiacheng, so I'm afraid he wouldn't agree.

Wu Xiaofeng was worried that Chen Jiacheng would be bored, but unexpectedly, Chen Jiacheng would feel happy just looking at him and doing nothing.

The so-called sentient beings are full of water, but it is just his mood.

When they got home in the evening, the two had dinner and started a daily habit. Wu Xiaofeng accompanied Chen Jiacheng to the playground to run twice to exercise. Chen Jiacheng accompanied Wu Xiaofeng to complete the daily music task, took a shower and lay down on the bed.

"Xiaofeng." The dim but warm light from the table lamp on the bedside table filled the whole room. Chen Jiacheng sideways faced Wu Xiaofeng to block it, looked at his face seriously and smiled, "Grandpa called me today."

Wu Xiaofeng pulled his arm out of the blanket and put it outside, and responded, "Oh, what did Grandpa Chen say?"

Ever since Chen Jiacheng chose to live in school, Chen Mingli, who loves Sun so much, has to call him at least twice a week, whether he is afraid of delaying his study time, or calling every day, but Chen Lisha doesn't care, no matter what Chen Jiacheng says. I call him every day to confirm his life and safety. Even my father, brother and sister who are far away overseas make ocean calls every now and then.

Wu Xiaofeng could understand the Chen family's nervousness towards Chen Jiacheng. After all, he had been kidnapped before. Chen Jiacheng was not very old, and he was Chen Mingli's only grandson, so he had to worry a little more.

Fortunately, Chen Jiacheng is very independent and not squeamish, he doesn't have any temperament and habits of a young master, instead he takes good care of Wu Xiaofeng, which makes him have a lot of affection for Chen Jiacheng.

But Wu Xiaofeng is also embarrassed to say anything about Chen Jiacheng, and his parents are no better than Chen Lisha, and they call at least once every two days.

Chen Jiacheng reached out and touched Wu Xiaofeng's soft earlobe, "Grandpa found someone to help me train martial arts and Sanda. I will start training this winter vacation."

Wu Xiaofeng was used to being harassed by Chen Jiacheng. He had no choice but to touch and rub his body all the time, so he reached out and patted his hand to finish. Hearing Chen Jiacheng's words, he said in surprise, "Is your grandfather planning to Train you into a martial arts champion? So hard!"

Chen Jiacheng leaned towards him, and said with a smile, "Grandpa hopes that I will learn more self-defense techniques and exercise myself, not only for my health, but also for my own safety."

Wu Xiaofeng nodded understandingly, and patted him on the shoulder, "Grandpa has worked so hard, but you have to work hard."

Chen Jiacheng immediately put his hands on his waist, hugged him vaguely, and said with a smile, "Thank you for caring about me."

"It's no wonder I feel sorry for you." Wu Xiaofeng joked, squeezed his biceps, then squeezed his entire arm down, and said in surprise, "But don't say it, your muscles are very strong now. "

After he finished speaking, he squeezed his limp arm again, and said in confusion, "What do you foreigners eat to make you grow strong?"

Chen Jiacheng reached out and squeezed his chin, "Correct me, I'm half Chinese, not a foreigner."

"Well! I know you have patriotism." Wu Xiaofeng laughed, moved his body, and turned to the other side. After taking over his turn, Chen Jiacheng, who was originally placed on his waist and was ignored by him due to habit His hand didn't move, and it touched a special place on his body.

Wu Xiaofeng was startled, a little embarrassed, and stretched out his hand to pull his hand away. As a result, Chen Jiacheng's hands that were placed on top of it unconsciously squeezed his hand with some strange touch, and pretended to be dazed and said, " Hey? This seems to be yours..."

The atmosphere suddenly stiffened.

"You bastard!" Wu Xiaofeng didn't wait for Chen Jiacheng to finish speaking, he curled up his legs and stretched them out violently, raising his feet to give Chen Jiacheng a violent blow, "Who told you to pinch! Who asked you to pinch!"

Wu Xiaofeng yelled and beat him on the head with a pillow, "You can't pinch it there! Do you know that!"

Chen Jiacheng was slapped on the head and body by him, but the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a smile that Wu Xiaofeng didn't notice, but soon he put away the joy, pretending that he didn't want Wu Xiaofeng to get angry and slap him, and stretched out his arms to hug Wu Xiaofeng tightly Pushing him down on the bed, he apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry Xiaofeng, did I hurt you! I didn't mean it, so don't be angry!"

In fact, Chen Jiacheng knew that Wu Xiaofeng wouldn't feel the pain, his subordinates had the strength, and they just ate his tofu on purpose.

Wu Xiaofeng was so crushed by him that he couldn't lift the pillow he was pinching, not only couldn't hit him, but also struggled himself, so he simply gave up attacking him, "Hmph! Although it doesn't hurt, I can't pinch it either! "

Chen Jiacheng said "Oh" honestly, raised his upper body, and looked at him, "It's fine if it doesn't hurt, I was reckless."

He looked at Wu Xiaofeng's angry face and thought it was very cute. He wanted to lower his head to nibble on his face, but he was afraid of making him even angrier, so he said, "If you are still angry, or..."

Wu Xiaofeng saw that his attitude of admitting his mistakes was quite sincere, and most of his anger was relieved. Hearing the words, he continued, "What else?"

Chen Jiacheng said seriously, "How about I pinch it back for you too?"

Wu Xiaofeng twitched his brows, Chen Jiacheng not only spoke seriously, but was about to take off his pants immediately, but was stopped by Wu Xiaofeng, "Put on your pants! I won't pinch them!"