What's wrong with rapper being 0!

Fortunately, it was just a trip. Qin Fangcong, relying on his height, pushed them up for them, and everything returned to normal.

"Next time you go out, check the weather forecast first."

Qin Fangcong explained, and left with two long-handled umbrellas.

During this period, Tian Yuyang kept holding his chin, watching Yang Fengyu change his shoes like an alien, took off Qin Fangcong's coat, and Qin Fangcong's tie, and finally shook his head solemnly.

"Look at your uncle?" Yang Fengyu didn't like the feeling of being sized up.

"I've felt something is wrong since just now, don't you think?" Tian Yuyang sat up straight suddenly, "Two umbrellas, why did he have to send you back?"

"You're an idiot, he only has two umbrellas, we take them all away, so what about him..."

Halfway through Yang Fengyu's speech, he realized something was wrong.

He just came back under an umbrella with Qin Fangcong.

Then he can also come back with an umbrella with Tian Yuyang, and return the umbrella to Qin Fangcong another day.

Why did Qin Fangcong come down to see him off?

"Hmph, who is the idiot scolding?"

"Get out!" Yang Fengyu frowned and thought for a while, before hesitatingly said: "Take an umbrella...doesn't it have any special meaning to him? The kind that doesn't make people move easily?"

Hearing what he said, Tian Yuyang was immediately dumbfounded: "Coconut, I didn't believe you when you said you had never been in a relationship before, but now I believe it. Your thinking is too crooked, right?"

"What?" Yang Fengyu was puzzled, "Then what?"

"Fuck, you're stupid! Don't you think he's trying to pick you up? He sent clothes, medicine, and home. You're really a fanatical male fan, right?"

Yang Fengyu felt a headache when he heard this word, and he pretended to hit Tian Yuyang, but the latter laughed and avoided him, "Don't, don't, I'm just proposing a reasonable possibility. You said he is not that brother, then Why did he ask you about your health? You are full..."

"It's really...inexplicable all day long." Yang Fengyu cursed softly, but there was also a question mark in her heart.

If it were someone else, Yang Fengyu would not bother to guess, but it was Qin Fangcong, a person who seemed impossible to do such a thing.

"Fuck, he doesn't really want to fuck me, does he?" Yang Fengyu covered his chest, "I'm not a fan!"

"Wake up," Tian Yuyang patted Yang Fengyu's head, "If you want to sleep, I will sleep with you."

"Tian Yuyang, do you want to fight today!!" Yang Fengyu stood up abruptly, just as he was about to kick him, the lights in the room suddenly went out again.

"Coconut," Tian Yuyang was stunned, "Should we really change places?"

Yang Fengyu scratched his eyes and said in a deep voice, "You're right."

"Why don't you go back to school, and I'll go back to sleep at the base."

It's economical and you don't have to worry about power outages.

Qin Fangcong's car slowly drove into the private parking space in the underground garage, put away the black umbrella with water droplets hanging on it, and took the private elevator to the top floor.

He bought the top two floors, and there is also a small second floor, where Qin Fangcong usually lives below, and a dedicated room upstairs, which is still vacant.

Someone once said that he was extravagant and wasteful, living alone in a house with ten people.

Qin Fangcong replied without changing his face, his equipment can cover the living space of nine people.

Thinking of the dilapidated neighborhood, Qin Fangcong frowned and walked through a short corridor to the other side.

He bought the two suites on this floor and opened them up. The elevator leads directly to the door of the house. The large and inhumane area on the left is where he usually lives, and the right is a special studio.

The smell of formaldehyde in the studio arranged by Haida has not dissipated, and Yang Fengyu is growing up, so it is not good.

Qin Fangcong opened the accompaniment website on the computer, clicked on a familiar beat, and found one whose ID was [-YES-] from a long list of orders.

Two hundred knives.

It's worth spending money to buy an accompaniment.

When Qin Fangcong did this, it didn't take an hour for the whole process.

It's just tuition.

It has been raining and the temperature is not high this week.

Qin Fangcong had very few classes at school, twice a week, once in the morning and once in the afternoon, Yang Fengyu was too embarrassed to pester him every day, so he made an appointment to meet on the two days when there were classes.

The first class was on Wednesday morning, at eight in the morning. Yang Fengyu and Tian Yuyang stepped into the classroom as usual. There was a lot of movement. As soon as they stepped in, they received the attention of the whole class and looked at Yang Fengyu in unison.

When the two went to the back row and sat down, they heard some whispered discussions, and some people kept looking back at Yang Fengyu with various eyes.

"What's the matter? I'm popular?" Yang Fengyu was a little dazed. He even clicked on Weibo and looked at the number of his fans. It was still almost [-], which couldn't even be compared with a marketing account. "Not popular? Am I handsome today?" ?”

Fang Cuicui, who was occupying a seat for them, let out a chuckle, "The news about your fight against Cui Ran was sent to our grade group on Sunday. I was expecting to see Tian Yuyang suffer, but I didn't expect to send a notice on Monday, saying that the whole Department of Literature and Art Recruiting new people, changing blood."

Yang Fengyu was taken aback, "I'm so awesome?"

"That's right, the Ministry of Literature and Art is an old tumor in the Conservatory of Music. I don't know if it's popular or not. Anyway, the whole academy knows you now."

Chen Xinxin, who was sitting in front, turned around at the right time: "I think your elder brother, Professor Qin, is more powerful. With one order, sister Chu has raised so many opinions, and it can't compare to Professor Qin's one word."

The first sister is their counselor, very friendly.

Yang Fengyu was inexplicably awkward when he heard the word "your brother", but he couldn't explain anything, so he could only nod his head.

It's pretty awesome.

"Hey, but why isn't your surname Qin?"

"Because he..." Not my brother.

Before he finished speaking, Yang Fengyu saw Qin Fangcong striding up to the podium, his cuffs were rolled up, revealing a small section of not exaggerated muscles.

Today, he wore a suit that didn't look cheap, his tie was changed, his hair was combed back, and he wore thin-rimmed glasses. He was an abstinent type of industry elite.

Yang Fengyu watched in a daze, Qin Fangcong clicked on the PPT, scanned the audience, and met Yang Fengyu's eyes at a leisurely pace.

"I read all the questions you asked last week. Some of them will be discussed later, and some of them are worthless. I will trouble the class representatives to screen them later."

Yang Fengyu looked at him, nodded subconsciously, and then reacted after nodding, and slapped Tian Yuyang: "I heard that there is no class representative!"

"Also," Qin Fangcong pushed his glasses, "sit in the front row next time."

The eyes behind the lens still fell on Yang Fengyu.

"When will you realize the reality, Yang Fengyu," Tian Yuyang complained, "He's just talking to you."

Yang Fengyu looked away, feeling a little guilty.

Qin Fangcong didn't talk nonsense, and went directly to the topic.

What he said today is an overview, a brief introduction to some equipment.Although the words are concise, the organization is very clear. It is a little more alienated and a little less vivid than when I spoke to Yang Fengyu alone before.

Even so, Yang Fengyu still listened attentively, taking notes while listening, his hands were so itchy that he wanted to fly directly to Qin Fangcong's studio.

From a distance of several meters, Yang Fengyu would meet his eyes from time to time, and every time Yang Fengyu would subconsciously look away, as if he had been scalded by him.

It's really... charming.

Even the simple act of holding a chalk is charming.

Because of the long distance, Yang Fengyu could see such small details at a glance. Qin Fangcong frowned slightly when he was stuck because he was not proficient in Chinese, which always reminded Yang Fengyu of walking in the rain that day, but at that time the distance was so close that he could even smell it. Qin Fangcong's breath.

This kind of association made Yang Fengyu a little distracted, and his eyes gradually moved away from the PPT and fell on Qin Fangcong.

This class lasted for a total of one and a half hours. At the end, Yang Fengyu was not tired at all, and still had something to say.

He was not a person who could sit still in the past. He studied well only because of his brilliant mind. He was either in a daze or writing lyrics in class.

"I'll go, coconut, your notes are too clear, right? I'm counting on you to save my life at the end of the semester!" Tian Yuyang leaned over to look.

"Fuck you," Yang Fengyu locked the screen of the tablet, "Do you still want me to take the exam for you? You push your nose and face every day."

Tian Yuyang grinned, and asked while packing his things, "Are you going back now?"

Yang Fengyu subconsciously wanted to nod, but suddenly remembered something, looked at Qin Fangcong who was still packing up, "No, I'll go find him."

"what?"

In the past, Yang Fengyu also often came to rub class, and left after class, and never came again if he was not interested.

Today is different, Yang Fengyu has a lot of questions to ask.

Qin Fangcong on the podium had already packed his things and was about to go out when Yang Fengyu hurriedly said, "I won't talk to you anymore, goodbye."

He didn't even carry his bag properly, so he slid to the crook of his arm, and rushed forward in three steps at a time, trying to keep up with Qin Fangcong, but he didn't expect the latter to stop suddenly. In full view, Yang Fengyu didn't stop, and ran into him head-on .

"Damn it..." Yang Fengyu covered his nose and let out a painful cry. When he saw Qin Fangcong, he didn't move even after being hit by him, as if blocking a wall.

Qin Fangcong turned his head back with a cold face, saw a prickly cut head, his expression eased a bit, he pulled Yang Fengyu's wrist, saw the forehead and bridge of nose that were red from bumping or rubbing, and asked with a frown: "No hurries?"

"No..." Noticing the different gazes, Yang Fengyu subconsciously pulled away his wrist, "I'm afraid you will forget."

Qin Fangcong stretched out his long arms and picked up the schoolbag for him, Yang Fengyu quickly carried it, and followed Qin Fangcong to leave under the gaze of everyone.

Chen Xinxin was dumbfounded: "My gay Da said, they are both weird."

Just as Tian Yuyang wanted to refute, he noticed Yang Fengyu's red ears.

hiss……

In the car, Yang Fengyu watched as he drove into a somewhat familiar neighborhood, and finally couldn't help asking, "Where are we going?"

Qin Fangcong tapped the steering wheel twice, "My house."

"Oh." Yang Fengyu replied, and realized something was wrong again, "Your home?"

"Ah."

Yang Fengyu subconsciously took a breath, and asked tentatively, "Aren't you going to the studio?"

Qin Fangcong raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

"That." Yang Fengyu faltered and asked tentatively, "You... don't sleep on powder, do you?"