What's wrong with rapper being 0!

There was a mobile phone on the small dining table, and Yang Fengyu and Tian Yuyang waited for a reply with bated breath.

"Go back."

Twenty minutes later, Yang Fengyu got impatient and was about to take a bath.As soon as I got up, my phone vibrated twice.

"I'm back!"

Yang Fengyu sat back and leaned over to see that Qin Fangcong said less than him, simply "speaking".

"Grass, what did I say?"

Yang Fengyu hugged the phone to worry, and first sent the QR code of the group Tian Yuyang built, with his fingers hovering over the keyboard, hesitating.

"There will be a power outage at ten o'clock tonight! Talk slowly, I'm going to take a shower first!"

The instigator Tian Yuyang ran away, Yang Fengyu turned around and cursed, bowed his head, and sent a "?" from the opposite side.

Yang Fengyu typed a bunch of words in one go, deleted, deleted, and revised them. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the wording and that Tian Yuyang would not be failed, he hesitated to press the send button.

[-Yeah yeah: Teacher, I’m actually a rapper, and I’m good at hardcore. I took a look at your current arrangement style, and it might not be very suitable for me. Would you consider re-electing a get out of class representative? [eagerly]]

The opposite side responded quickly:

[. :Need not]

[. :I know]

Yang Fengyu was taken aback, I know what it means?

[-Yeah yeah: I just opened a livehouse yesterday, in Lingcheng]

[. :I know]

Yang Fengyu:?

What the fuck does that mean?

[. : I went yesterday and there is a group photo. ]

[. :[picture]]

[. : I happen to have a ticket, I checked it out, there is someone on the TAX label who is from the Music Department of Haida]

Yang Fengyu clicked on the big picture and saw that it was the group photo of them yesterday. Yang Fengyu deliberately stood a little short. From this angle, it looks like Qin Fangcong put his chin on his head and held him in his arms .

At that time, he had a small clip-on hair, and his eyes were slit when he smiled. Qin Fangcong behind him didn't wear glasses, but raised his eyebrows slightly, with a calm expression.

Damn...you don't really think of him as Tian Yuyang, do you?

Yang Fengyu frowned and thought about it carefully.

Yesterday Qin Fangcong...it seems that he really didn't say that he was his fan.

[Yeah yeah: So you're really not my fan? ]

Just when she was about to send it out, Yang Fengyu realized something was wrong, deleted, edited and resent it again.

[Yeah yeah: So that’s why I added WeChat yesterday? ]

[Yeah yeah: [Beautiful Boy Shocked.jpg]]

[. :Um. ]

[. :otherwise? ]

Damn, did you really think of him as Tian Yuyang?

[. :AKA shredded coconut? ]

Just at this time, Tian Yuyang came out of the shower, Yang Fengyu gave him a hard look, and showed him the chat interface, "Fans of your size are crazy!! This is your fucking teacher!!"

"What???" Tian Yuyang was shocked, "So he really isn't your brother?"

Yang Fengyu took back the phone, typed a bunch of words, and sent them directly, "You blame yourself, I'm quitting!"

"Dad!! What are you doing?"

"Father doesn't have an unfilial son like you." Yang Fengyu ignored him, and went into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

The lights in the room were still turned off, and the city light shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the man's sharp jaw. His thin lips were pursed into a line, he was not wearing glasses, and there was no trace of emotion in his deep pupils.

Qin Fangcong's bangs were not combed back like in the past, but were casually pulled to the sides by him, with a few strands of hair hanging down, still dripping.

Even if he is alone, he exudes an aura that keeps people away thousands of miles away, like a pine tree on the top of a towering snow mountain, as if nothing can drag him down.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, and it was reflected in Qin Fangcong's eyes. He swiped two fingers to unlock it, and after seeing the words on it, his eyes moved slightly.

[Yang Fengyu: I have a showdown! ]

[Yang Fengyu: I, AKA Yes, keep my real name secret, but I am not Tian Yuyang!Tian Yuyang fell asleep next to me during the roll call this afternoon, so I was the one who answered for him]

[Yang Fengyu: I recommended my friend double.Sun]

[Yang Fengyu: Dude, I didn’t add WeChat yesterday because I thought you were my fanatic fan, next time I have something to say directly, otherwise it will easily lead to misunderstanding]

[Yang Fengyu: Also, VIPs can enter the venue in advance, your ticket counts as my gift to you, otherwise you will lose money]

Qin Fangcong couldn't hold back the corners of his lips, and quickly put them down again. Just as he was about to reply, there was another message on the other side.

[Yang Fengyu: In exchange, can I go to your class in the future? ]

Qin Fangcong chuckled, the indifference and indifference between his eyebrows and eyes disappeared, but he restrained himself instantly and returned to normal.

[. :good]

[. :I know]

Yang Fengyu didn't see the last two sentences when he came out of the shower, because they lived in an old residential area, and the power was cut off every two days, his phone was not charged, and Yang Fengyu had already turned it off when he came out.

The aftertaste of drinking was stronger than he had imagined, and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, just sleepy. Yang Fengyu casually wiped a couple of inch hair, fell into the quilt and fell asleep.

The switch was repaired at noon the next day, and when Yang Fengyu woke up, Tian Yuyang had already gone out.

The two of them just rented together, and the small house was barely divided into two rooms and two living rooms, and because Tian Yuyang was in class, they seldom had activities together.

Yang Fengyu got up wobbly, charged his phone, and only then saw Qin Fangcong's two replies.

"You know you know, why do you know everything!" Yang Fengyu complained, but after the other party promised him, Yang Fengyu was quite happy.

He barely passed the composition, and when it came to accompaniment, he got zero points. The beat* used for songwriting was bought on the website at a high price.

It was okay to secretly engage in music before, barely supported by the living expenses provided by his father, but later he couldn't hide it, but it was really tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall, and owed a whole lot of debt to other people in the label.

However, Yang Fengyu stayed up all night to make a song that no one listened to at all.

Yang Fengyu has wanted to learn to make beats by himself for a long time, but it also costs money to enroll in classes. There is no producer on the same label, and Tian Yuyang is a major in the music department, so he has no way to start.

After listening to Qin Fangcong's introduction of his direction yesterday, Yang Fengyu had the idea of ​​taking lessons, so he recognized his son Tian Yuyang.

Seeing Qin Fangcong's "Yes" reply, Yang Fengyu couldn't bear the excitement in his heart, and quickly typed the reply: [Thank you so much! ! !I'll treat you to dinner when I'm free! ]

I don't know what Qin Fangcong is doing, but he replied quickly: [Isn't it a fan? ]

Yang Fengyu's smile suddenly froze.

[-Yeah yeah: I'm really a serious rapper, just having a meal, I'm not afraid of the shadow when I'm upright! ]

The other side did not reply.

Yang Fengyu exited the chat box, and found that the news of the course group built for Qin Fangcong had reached 999+. He was a small rapper, and his fan group of thousands of people did not have such a reputation.

Yang Fengyu clicked in and took a look. Yishui's rainbow fart, and someone tried to add Qin Fangcong to WeChat, but found that he didn't even have permission, so he cheated in the group.

One of the happiest dancers among them, the profile picture is staring at a hollow heart, and the note is Chen Xinxin.

[Has anyone added Professor Qin's WeChat?I have something to ask him. ]

[Added, do not accept]

[Can the WeChat account be found? ]

[No, give up]

[Can't send private messages? ]

[Tried it, but it doesn't work[crying.jpg]]

[It’s really handsome, teacher, why don’t you give me a chance? ]

[What should I do if I have a question QAQ! ]

As for?

Is it that handsome?

Yang Fengyu withdrew, clicked on the chat box between him and Qin Fangcong, scrolled up, and clicked on the big picture again.

Ok.

It's very handsome.

Yang Fengyu zoomed out the photo with two fingers, and only their faces remained on the screen.

One has sharp and distinct facial features, Danfeng eyes, and aggressive eyes.

A face with soft lines, dog eyes, and non-aggressive eyes.

Occasionally, Yang Fengyu saved the picture.

Then, he returned to the group chat, unblocked all members without hesitation, and added an administrator to Qin Fangcong.

The world became quiet, and Yang Fengyu felt comfortable.

Just as I was about to lock the screen, the phone vibrated twice again.

Another message popped up in the group, which was sent by Qin Fangcong.

[-Qin Fangcong: If there is an emergency, please send it to the mailbox, or the class representative. ]

Yang Fengyu felt a little complacent for no reason, and returned a salute gesture below, without even remembering that he had also set the same permission.

But soon Yang Fengyu couldn't laugh anymore.

When a call came in, Yang Fengyu's smile immediately froze on his face. He stared at the caller ID for two seconds before hanging up.

After a while, the call came in again, this time it was Yang Wei's assistant, who was considered half a housekeeper.

A dead old man, he knows how to embarrass his subordinates all day long.

Yang Fengyu answered the phone without saying a word.

"Hi, Mr. Yang, it's like this. The dinner that was originally scheduled for Sunday night has been postponed. I'll let you know when the specific time comes."

This title made Yang Fengyu feel goosebumps all over his body, but the subsequent news left him with no time to think about it, "Really?"

"Really, Mr. Qin is busy with work, so it's not convenient."

"That's great!" Yang Fengyu couldn't suppress the excitement in his voice, "I hope he will succeed in his career."

"By the way, Mr. Yang, the school..."

Yang Fengyu made a bitter face, "Uncle Chen, don't call me that, I really don't have any interest in managing the company. Hang up, bye."

Unlike Tian Yuyang, Yang Fengyu was a serious general high school student at the time, a science student, who was taught science for three years, and then applied for the finance exam.

If you are not famous, you are really going to go home and inherit the family business.

Yang Fengyu wanted to cry but had no tears.

As soon as I hung up the phone, another call came.

It was Tian Yuyang, and the background sound was a bit noisy.

"Hey coconut, where are you?"

"Let it go if you fart."

"There is a small event in our college tonight. Temporary emergency, can you come?"

This kind of performance is rare, Yang Fengyu became excited when he heard it, "Come on!"

"Great! Then you pack up and come here directly. There will be a rehearsal in the afternoon, and all the professors and leaders in the school will come. The selection of songs can't be too casual."

"all come?"

Yang Fengyu suddenly wanted to ask Qin Fangcong if he was going or not, so he swallowed the words.

"I'll go right now."