What's wrong with rapper being 0!

Yang Fengyu changed into white hooded short-sleeves and jeans. Before going out, he stared at the full-length mirror and touched his pierced buttocks. After thinking about it, he went back to his room and found a pair of rimless glasses to put on.

She was already tender, but after changing out of her baggy and baggy clothes, she became much more obedient.

I have to say that his face, which can be called pretty, is really deceptive—after all, his lyrics have been typed a lot in a certain cloud, diss heaven and earth, and he is called AKA a little genius.

It was cold in March, and Yang Fengyu dressed coolly, and felt cool when he went out. After checking that it was cooling down and raining today, Yang Fengyu didn't bring an umbrella.

But he hesitated for a while, and didn't go back to change clothes. Haida was not close to the house they rented, and the whole journey would take an hour including walking, so it might be too late.

Not too much rain, young man, fearless.

As soon as he got into the subway, Yang Fengyu shivered, and when he looked again, there were people wrapped in cotton jackets around him.

In contrast, his short-sleeved shorts are simply too rebellious.

Yang Fengyu huddled in a corner, started a live broadcast, and looked down at the phone screen from top to bottom.

[-Who are you? ]

[-Handsome guy, please use your face well]

[-Hey, Coconut Cub is on the subway? ]

"Yes, on the subway." Yang Fengyu then straightened his body, resting his head on the side, and raised the phone farther away, "There is a small event at Yangzi Academy tonight."

[-Wow!Is it big? ]

[-Yangyang is not with you? ]

"He's at school, I'm going to look for him now." Yang Fengyu sniffed, feeling a little uncomfortable in his throat.

[-Wait, why did you start wearing short sleeves?Isn't Haicheng cooling down today? ]

[-Laughing to death, is this black fear? ]

Yang Fengyu glanced over the scrolling barrage with downcast eyes, and remained silent.

[-□: Cold? ]

"It's okay, young people are afraid of the cold!" Yang Fengyu was shivering from the cold, but his mouth was still stiff, "This guy with a square ID, did you come to Lingcheng last time?"

[-□: Yes. ]

[-□: Raise your hand, come on stage. ]

Yang Fengyu was taken aback for a moment, remembering the people on the stage at that time.

Except for Qin Fangcong, he really didn't have much impression of anything else.

These few messages were quickly covered by the barrage, and Yang Fengyu chattered a few more casually, and got off the subway on the live broadcast.

Their rappers are no better than traffic idols, let alone rappers, just like now, Yang Fengyu holds up his mobile phone to live broadcast and is not afraid of someone chasing personal interests.

One is that it is not that popular, and the other is that few people dare.

When I went out, I realized that the continuous drizzle outside had turned into big raindrops, crackling down, and the public umbrella stands next to the subway were empty.

Yang Fengyu stood at the door and sent Tian Yuyang a WeChat message, but he didn't get a reply for a long time.

After the third sneeze, Yang Fengyu couldn't help doubting his physical fitness, so he took off his mask and put on a brand new one: "I'll call Yangzi, the broadcast will stop, for nothing."

[-Zai Zai, remember to eat banlangen when you go back, don’t catch a cold]

[-too young!Why are you so ignorant! ]

Yang Fengyu lifted the plastic curtain and was about to turn off the live broadcast, but just as he took a step, he felt someone grab his hat and drag him back.

"Wow..." Yang Fengyu is a 1.8-meter-long man, who was carried back like a chick. He was about to scold someone, but when he turned his head, he met a pair of unwavering eyes. : "Oh my god!"

[-?what's the situation]

[-No, no, no, there can’t really be illegitimate children, right? ]

Yang Fengyu was dumbfounded. He smelled a very cold and special woody perfume in his uncomfortable nose. He shook his hand and turned off the live broadcast.

"Qin..." Yang Fengyu was inexplicably embarrassed, "What a coincidence..."

"Qin Fangcong." Thinking he had forgotten, Qin Fangcong reminded, "To Haida?"

Yang Fengyu nodded, "I remember, yes."

Qin Fangcong looked him up and down with downcast eyes, then handed the long-handled black umbrella to Yang Fengyu, and began to unbutton his suit jacket with his slender fingers.

"I'm not cold, no need..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Fangcong took off his coat and handed it to him, "Put it on."

"……thanks."

The material of the suit jacket is not cheap to the touch, and it still carries the residual heat of the man's body temperature. Yang Fengyu is not an awkward person, and his face feels hot after wearing it on his body.

At first glance, Qin Fangcong's tie was also a little looser, the neckline was open, and the collarbone could be seen faintly.

Gan, what is he looking at!What a monster.

"Wear it well." Qin Fangcong glanced at it, as if dissatisfied with his casual way of dressing, "It's windy, and dry cleaning is very expensive."

Compared with Qin Fangcong, Yang Fengyu has a small body. Once he wears this coat, he looks like a kid who steals an adult's clothes, and it will fall off when the wind blows.

"Oh..." Yang Fengyu responded sullenly.

The warmth brought by the clothes caused a temperature difference. Yang Fengyu couldn't hold back, and sneezed again. He had no choice but to take off the mask and throw it away. cried.

His back was a bit awkward, but Yang Fengyu didn't have the time to straighten his clothes.

"Are you going to participate in the event?" Yang Fengyu sniffed and asked, "Tian Yuyang said that all the teachers in their courtyard will go."

"Ah."

"That's pretty good," Yang Fengyu whispered, "You can prostitute me for nothing again."

Qin Fangcong was not moved when he heard it, he opened the plastic curtain and went out. Yang Fengyu looked at his back and suddenly felt a strong sense of disobedience.

Can a person in a high-end suit squeeze the subway?

After Qin Fangcong went out, he didn't put down the curtain, but when he turned around, he saw Yang Fengyu still standing there, frowning slightly, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Let's go!" Yang Fengyu finally came back to his senses, and followed him out.

The rain outside showed no signs of abating. Yang Fengyu unbuttoned the umbrella and pressed his thumb on it. After pushing hard, the umbrella didn't open.

"Tsk."

Qin Fangcong clicked his tongue lightly, stretched out his hand, pressed Yang Fengyu's thumb, and pressed the switch.

The black umbrella unfolded with a bang, and Yang Fengyu almost missed it.

"Let's go."

Yang Fengyu rubbed against someone else's umbrella, but he was too embarrassed to let Qin Fangcong hit it, so he held it high and tiptoed slightly.

"Wait." Qin Fangcong said, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

Yang Fengyu didn't understand, so he turned his head to look at Qin Fangcong, and saw him stretch out a hand towards the back of his neck.

Yang Fengyu subconsciously wanted to hide, but his hands just pulled out something, and the awkward feeling on his back was finally relieved.

Turning his head, he saw that it was the yellow hat of his hoodie, wrinkled into a ball, which was forcibly pulled out by Qin Fangcong, and straightened on the suit.

"Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Yang Fengyu wanted to laugh a little after seeing his movements, "My clothes are amazing. They have waterproof functions, and they can protect your hair even without an umbrella."

Qin Fangcong raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at his cropped hair, and silently withdrew his hand, "Yes."

Noticing his gaze, Yang Fengyu remembered that now he doesn't have rainbow dreadlocks, so he doesn't need protection at all.

The design of this dress is amazing. Although it is a hood, the part of the yellow cap is the plastic material of the raincoat, and part of it is rainproof.

"What are we waiting for?" Yang Fengyu couldn't help asking.

As soon as the words fell, a Daben stopped at the subway entrance.

Qin Fangcong took the umbrella from Yang Fengyu's hand, and his fingertips inadvertently brushed the back of Yang Fengyu's hand, itching a little.

Yang Fengyu put on the little yellow hat and walked half a step under the umbrella, not noticing that Qin Fangcong slowed down compared to usual.

The driver got down from the driver's seat and opened the door for them.

Yang Fengyu was a little confused: "Are university professors treated so well now? There is a special car to pick them up at a distance of 500 meters."

The driver smiled and wanted to explain, but when he looked up at his boss in the rearview mirror, he immediately changed his words: "Professor Qin is young and promising, he should, he should."

Behind them, the staff at the subway security checkpoint stared at them for a long time, and did not look away until the two left.

"Those two people just now are so handsome, especially the one wearing a suit and glasses. It's just a little bit inexplicable, they didn't take the subway at all, they went in from the opposite entrance and came out from this entrance."

"It's up to you if you like it. I like that small one instead. It's beautiful and energetic, unlike that one. It's handsome, but it looks like it has a cold personality."

"Okay, okay, don't break your mouth, be careful and get scolded again."

No one in the car spoke, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward. Yang Fengyu's cell phone vibrated twice suddenly, and when he took it out, it was Tian Yuyang who called him back.

Yang Fengyu turned his head and saw that Qin Fangcong was resting with his eyes closed, so he was about to hang up the phone. After all, he was in his car, so he shouldn't be too arrogant.

"catch."

Qin Fangcong said without opening his eyes.

"Smelly brother! Dad is drowned, can you do it, come and pick me up as agreed!"

I don't know what the other person said, but Yang Fengyu suppressed his voice, but his tone became more and more excited.

"You have the nerve to say it, it's too late now! Bring some clothes to Dad later. If I sing broken notes or out of tune tonight because of a sore throat, you just wait to be beaten! Hang up!"

After hanging up the phone, the car was silent again.

Yang Fengyu seldom feels embarrassed, and this is one of the few times.

Qin Fangcong finally opened his eyes, "Sore throat?"

Yang Fengyu shook his head, then nodded again: "It's a little uncomfortable. The effect of singing may not be as good as that day. It should not be out of tune, but the voice is hoarse."

Qin Fangcong: "Go to the Music Academy."

Yang Fengyu was taken aback, the car had already turned towards the east district, and he hurriedly said: "Well, you are busy with your work, just find a place to throw me down, it's not raining outside, I'll go to the gym by myself later, don't bother me .”

The evening event is held in Haida West Gymnasium. It is a monthly art festival hosted by the Student Union of the Conservatory of Music. It is one of the signatures of the Conservatory of Music.

The Conservatory of Music is located in the East District of Haida. If it does not rain, it will only take 5 minutes to ride there by car.

Qin Fangcong shook his head: "No, let's go together."

"what?"

"Go to the office first, and I will take you there later."

The "scary memories" of that night flooded into Yang Fengyu's mind, and he shrank back subconsciously.

In broad daylight, the teacher wouldn't want to sleep with the students, would he?