What's wrong with rapper being 0!

It was said that the get out of class was over, but in fact, less than half of the people left, and they all used the excuse of self-study to take aim at the people on the stage.

Yang Fengyu was able to sit still, and when most of the classroom had dispersed, he reluctantly left his seat and walked up to the podium, wishing he could bury his head in his hat all the way.

Qin Fangcong was collecting his notebook. When he saw him coming, he zipped up his computer bag, picked up his phone, tapped a WeChat QR code, and handed it over.

"You will send homework and materials on your behalf, and build a WeChat group after you go back."

In fact, Yang Fengyu suspected that he recognized it, and even suspected that he just wanted to add his own WeChat, but Yang Fengyu had no evidence, because this person's attitude was simply too calm, and his voice was extremely cold.

If he really went out and took off his hat, and was recognized by the academic affairs teacher and the class committee standing by, Tian Yuyang probably could pack his bags and go back to the furnace to rebuild.

But without asking, Yang Fengyu panicked again.

For example, he still doesn't quite remember what happened last night, and what Qin Fangcong wanted to do.

He only remembered that Qin Fangcong didn't wear glasses or a suit last night, and had a series of tattoos on his arms, which was a little more casual than the meticulous look in front of him.

"Tian Yuyang."

Qin Fangcong saw that he was distracted, and tapped the side of the phone with his index finger.

Yang Fengyu snapped back to his senses and scanned his QR code.

"What three words are Tian Yuyang?"

Damn...you really didn't recognize him, did you?

That's really good!

Yang Fengyu was ecstatic in his heart, but no waves could be seen on the surface: "The field is the field, the elm is the elm, and the sun is the sun."

Qin Fangcong passed the friend application, and before Yang Fengyu finished speaking, he typed three words in the remarks column.

"Well, I will contact you about the course in the future."

Qin Fangcong put away his phone and stopped talking to him.

Yang Fengyu stared at the pure black head for two seconds, and when he looked up, he saw that Qin Fangcong's right knuckles were covered with Band-Aids.

Some strange memories and tactile sensations flooded his mind, and Yang Fengyu subconsciously said, "Are you injured?"

He seemed to have found the reason why the back of his head didn't hurt.

——Because one hand was used as a pad for him.

And this hand is slender, with well-defined joints, and covered with bandages.

He didn't get a response, but Yang Fengyu realized that the question was inappropriate, and quickly slipped away under the different eyes of everyone.

Qin Fangcong looked away silently, the screen of the mobile phone in his hand was still on, and the only chat box on WeChat was set to the top by him, with the note: [Yang Fengyu].

After Qin Fangcong left, Yang Fengyu took off the peaked cap on his head, and said to Tian Yuyang with a surprised face: "He doesn't seem to recognize me, next time you come to class by yourself, I don't care."

"No, is this reasonable? This is the person who left you a WeChat message and a phone call yesterday!"

"If he recognizes me, how can he not expose me? Maybe I'm wearing a hat? I don't know."

Yang Fengyu couldn't figure it out, so Hetian Yuyang took a taxi back.

Being bored on the road, Yang Fengyu clicked on the Weibo live broadcast, and the bullet screens were posted quickly in a short while.

[-Why doesn't the anchor speak? ]

[- Coconut cub! !I posted a group photo on Weibo!You are so handsome, so handsome, so handsome, hiss, hiss, I just call him hi wife! ]

[-I got stuck? ]

"Cough..." Yang Fengyu cleared his throat, "Friends, I have encountered a mysterious problem."

Tian Yuyang on the side fell asleep again, and Yang Fengyu's voice was also very low.

"I have a friend...first of all this friend is not myself."

[-Here it goes again, please automatically bring in "I"]

"Don't talk nonsense! It's like this, my friend...he answered for his friend, and it turned out that the teacher of this class knew him. But the teacher not only didn't expose him, but also let him add WeChat as a class Representative. Is that reasonable?"

[-Yazi, tell mom honestly, is this friend you yourself, is this friend’s friend Yang Yang]

[- I doubt it too! ]

[-Is it normal not to expose it in public?I just want to save face for that friend of yours, if it's an elder, just admit your mistake in private, it's not a big problem]

"Oh, it's really not me. I've dropped out of school." Yang Fengyu glanced at Tian Yuyang and said decisively, "It's actually Yangzi and his friends."

"Actually, it's fine to be clear, it's not a big problem, right, but here comes the important point, my friends, that teacher, went to the premiere in Lingcheng yesterday! He's a fucking VIP! You also need to add me... our Yangzi WeChat!"

[-ah?Did this teacher know Yang Yang before? ]

[-It's kind of... magical]

[-hateful!Still have this kind of operation?If I had known earlier that I would take a photo with you, I would have also sent WeChat! ]

"Don't think about it. I didn't add it. I refused it at that time. I didn't expect that the next day... the new teacher was still that buddy. He added it after coming and going."

[- So the teacher knows? ]

[-The same question]

Yang Fengyu was discouraged: "I just don't know if he knows or not."

It's easy to fool if you don't know, but what's worse, Yang Fengyu thinks he knows.

[-It's not easy, just call Yang Yang's friend to add a teacher by himself, can you just say a change of number? ]

[-Why don't you just tell the truth and say that you are not Yoko...'s friend? ]

"But if you add fans on WeChat, doesn't that count as a private association?"

[-Yazi, why are you so innocent?How can adding a WeChat account count as a private connection? ]

[-Yeah, yeah, it's normal, coconut boy, come and add me, my WeChat ID is...]

[- Guys, put on a dress! ]

Could it be that he is too sensitive?Why doesn't everyone react to this kind of thing?

"Well... If I add a fan on WeChat, won't you think I'm going to be a fan?"

The bullet screen was quiet for two seconds, and then the screen was filled with question marks.

[- Wife! !I'll sleep with you!May I! ]

[-AKA Yes, I hope you're a little dodgy about your image]

[-I believe in other rapper sleep fans, but I don't believe in Yes sleep fans]

[-Don't come here, our coconut cub is still a child! ]

Yang Fengyu scolded coldly: "It's already [-], you're an asshole. It's almost here, no broadcast, I'm a serious rapper, I don't sleep fans, bye."

[-Yezi, you can’t keep the replay of this live broadcast... Aren’t you selling your teammates? ]

"No way," Yang Fengyu said, "I'm so confused, he can still watch my live broadcast!"

On the other side, Qin Fangcong took off a Bluetooth headset and scanned the screen without leaving a trace.

The portrait disappeared, leaving only a line of small words: "Preparation for live broadcast".

Qin Fangcong quit Weibo and called Yang Wei's secretary.

Without unnecessary pleasantries, the call was directly handed over to Yang Wei.

"Hey Xiaoqin? What's the matter?"

"Sorry, Uncle Yang, the school has temporarily notified us that we will be training on Sunday."

The other side was silent for a few seconds, with some regret in his tone: "That's it...it's okay, if it's inconvenient tomorrow night, just change it to another day, when you are free. I agreed to invite you and Lao Qin to dinner, this meal can't be missed .Oh, by the way, did Yang Fengyu add your WeChat account?"

Qin Fangcong never likes to talk about scenes. At this moment, he looked out of the window expressionlessly, and his expression relaxed a little after hearing the word "Yang Fengyu", "Added."

Yang Wei seemed to heave a sigh of relief: "This kid is really rebellious. I wasn't sure that he would come to the welcome banquet on Sunday... It's okay, it's okay to postpone it for a while, you two get along for a while, but it's really troublesome You, Xiao Qin."

"It should be," Qin Fangcong switched hands, his gaze behind the lens swept over the bandages, "I'll bring him here in a month."

"Thank you so much. It's still your peers who have something to say. That uncle is busy with work. Goodbye Xiaoqin."

Qin Fangcong responded and hung up the phone.

After clicking on WeChat, Yang Fengyu's chat box was still on the top, with a profile picture of the back of a Shiba Inu's head, looking a bit naive.

In fact, he was vaguely expecting what Yang Fengyu would do.

Will he pretend to be stupid like he said in the live broadcast, or will he show his cards directly.

Ten minutes after the live broadcast ended, Qin Fangcong quit Weibo, clicked on the chat box, etc. After a while, he saw the above display:

[Yang Fengyu: The other party is typing...]

Qin Fangcong raised his eyebrows.

After a few minutes, there is no news, still the same:

[Yang Fengyu: The other party is typing...]

Qin Fangcong was not in a hurry, and ordered the driver to buy a cup of black coffee, and sent him downstairs to a high-end apartment in Linjiang, Haicheng.

While waiting for the elevator, Qin Fangcong took out his mobile phone again, and found that it was still the same "the other party is typing", and couldn't help frowning.

The elevator stopped at the top floor, and when the door opened, there was a cold-colored entrance hall inside. Qin Fangcong changed his shoes, unlocked the door, and walked straight to the large sofa.

He is the only one on this floor, and the side facing the river is full of floor-to-ceiling windows, a panoramic room.

It was already dark outside, and the lights on the riverside were flickering. In contrast, the cold decoration and meticulously arranged furnishings in the room did not smell like smoke.

Qin Fangcong thought of the place he had been to last night, it was clean but messy, things were everywhere, he felt a little dazed.

There is a breath of life that Qin Fangcong once disliked very much.

Qin Fangcong is used to such indifferent days.

Qin Fangcong took off his expensive suit casually, revealing a small section of collarbone at the open neckline. Qin Fangcong unbuttoned his shirt, revealing neat and distinct abdominal muscles and mermaid lines under the clothes.

There was no news, Qin Fangcong put down his phone and walked to the bathroom.

The screen of the mobile phone on the table suddenly turned on and then gradually turned off.

"You've been holding your phone for almost two hours, have you organized your words yet?"

Tian Yuyang came out of the room and walked to Yang Fengyu's side, "What are you struggling with?"

"Should I tell him I'm not you..."

Tian Yuyang didn't care anymore, "Let's just say it, I just added the wrong WeChat."

"Is it true that people won't be called a sleeping fan? Lin Fei knows that he will talk nonsense again."

"You're not Lin Fei. It's just a WeChat account. It's flirtatious at most. Besides, Mr. Qin is a serious person at first sight."

"Grass! It's all up to you!"

"However...he really has no reason to suddenly add you, why don't you test it, maybe there is something hidden?"

Yang Fengyu's typing fingers paused slightly, "Then I posted it?"

"Send it! If it's a man, go!"

Yang Fengyu shook his hand, pressed the send button, and threw the phone away.

"Fuck, why are you shy?" Tian Yuyang picked up the phone and was speechless after seeing the message: "That's it? What are you talking about, Yang Fengyu, those who didn't know thought you had confessed to him."

"Fuck you, uncle, you're so ashamed! This is embarrassment for me!"

Two big words and one punctuation on the screen:

[-Yeah yeah: Are you there? ]