I rely on survival to save the villain boss [Wearing Book]

Gu Yan is used to Fu Mingchao's behavior of always talking and only half-talking, so he nodded: "Then next time you sleep in the guest room."

Fu Mingchao: "..."

Tao Shizhi shoved two mouthfuls of potato chips into his mouth, feeling a little uncomfortable. He understood why Gu Yan would take the initiative to mention the next overnight stay, but he felt that it would be safer to shut up now than to ask directly.

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After playing the game of drumming and passing flowers all afternoon, nearly one-third of the students in the first class were punished to perform on stage. Even Fu Mingchao was punished for failing to throw the flower ball to others within the stipulated time. ? was punished, pushed to the center of the table encircled by ? classmates.

Among them, the one who booed the most was Chen Yiyu who came to apologize to Fu Mingchao earlier.

When Fu Mingchao was dragged onto the stage, someone stuffed a guitar into his hand.

Gu Yan looked at Fu Mingchao sitting in front of him? The spruce solid guitar in his arms also belonged to Chen Yiyu.

Ever since Chen Yiyu publicly apologized to Fu Mingchao in class that day, he has gradually shown his social skills, especially his familiar character.

Gu Yan had no doubts at all, if Fu Mingchao's external personality hadn't been so indifferent, he would probably be able to call Chen Yiyu brothers and sisters at this moment.

Sitting on the seat, Chen Yiyu looked at the guitar in Fu Mingchao's arms with great interest, and thought to himself? When I go home by myself, I must give this guitar to my family, and I will worship it every day. Maybe I can learn more. Qi!

Gu Yan supported his chin with one hand. Since the desks in the class were surrounded by a circle, he was the closest person to Fu Mingchao in the center of the circle.

He leaned slightly, stared at Fu Mingchao's eyes seriously, and asked: "Can you play the guitar? No? If so, I'll teach you?"

Among all the musical instruments in his previous life, Gu Yan was most familiar with the guitar and piano. After such a period of time, he didn't touch it. Looking at the nylon string, he felt inexplicably itchy.

Fu Mingchao lowered his eyes and plucked the strings twice, then turned the tuning knob to adjust the pitch: "No? No, just listen to it."

"etc?!"

Tao Shizhi held the bouquet in his hand, turned his head and looked at Zhang Yuan, who had been sitting at the back of the classroom all this time and hadn't spoken: "Teacher, is the next game going? Is it the last time to pass the flower by drumming?"

"Yes, after the next round of drumming and flower passing, everyone can go to the auditorium." Zhang Yuan glanced at her watch and replied.

Tao Shizhi heard the words, knocked on the table twice quickly, and waited until the voices in the class quieted down, and then offered a suggestion: "Why don't you just decide the next game and the punishment is to sing? You can also play and sing with the squad leader!"

Generally, those who are selected by drumming and passing flowers will be forced to perform a show on stage, which is indeed a punishment for ordinary students who are not good at expressing themselves in front of others.

The few punishers who were selected for playing drums and passing flowers before were almost all blushed in the encirclement before they were able to return to their seats.

However, as soon as Tao Shizhi's suggestion came out this time, he received collective praise from the girls in the class.

At the beginning of the game of drumming and passing flowers, the flower ball that symbolizes the passing object stays in the hands of each girl for a long time.

The circle was repeated twice, and when the bouquet was passed to Chu Yuan again, the sound of Zhang Yuan's knocking on the table had gradually diminished.

Tao Shizhi looked at the flower ball in Chu Yuan's hand, is it tight? Turning around slowly, he hurriedly urged: "Give me the flower ball quickly! I can't sing!!!! !!"

"Then you have to? Make such a suggestion? Make it your own fault." Chu Yuan said with disgust, and threw the flower ball in his hand to Tao Shizhi.

Tao Shizhi almost didn't take the bouquet, but raised his hand and slapped it on the bouquet, and directly slapped it into Gu Yan's arms: "Don't you? Understand, isn't this? It's just looking for guilt. , this is for fun."

The bouquet fell into Gu Yan's arms, and Zhang Yuan's pen tapping on the table also stopped.

Gu Yan's hand that wanted to grab the bouquet? It froze in the air like this. He heard Tao Shizhi's booing and laughing with the classmates in the class, and he glanced at Tao Shizhi coldly.

Feeling the murderous gaze, the latter quickly closed his mouth, squeezed to Chu Yuan's side, and explained in a slightly stubborn tone:

"Then... who made you slow down..."

"..." Gu Yan was speechless for a while, and the corners of his lips twitched before he said: "Your slap is so important, I should be in the gastroenterology department of the hospital now."

Tucao is back to Tucao, but the punishment of drumming and passing flowers? Unable to escape, Gu Yan walked to the center of the table surrounded by booing and applause from the class, moved a chair and sat down next to Fu Mingchao.

Qin Sheng looked at Gu Yan and Fu Mingchao sitting side by side, almost sour into a lemon essence, he turned his head to look at Jiang Yin who was sitting next to him and followed him, and asked in a calm voice: "You just passed the flower ball to me?" So why hurry?"

Jiang Yin was taken aback by Qin Sheng's question, and froze for two seconds before crying and saying: "But I also? ...I don't? Think so early? Lost the right to choose a spouse for three years in high school..."

"The right to choose a spouse? You have this thing? Why don't I? Know??" Fu Mingchao was sore all over, and angrily insulted Jiang Yin.

Jiang Yin: "..."

Gu Yan sat on the chair, glanced at the guitar score on his mobile phone, and muttered in a low voice: "What are you singing..."

""Flammable and Explosive"!"

"Come to "Our Love"!!!! "Actor" too? Yes!!!"

"I want to listen to Maobu? Yi's "If One Day I Become? Very Rich"!!!!"

The titles of the songs came out continuously from the surrounding circle. Gu Yan put the free guitar score on the mobile phone on the table in front of Fu Mingchao, and said with a clap:

"Okay, "Animal World"!"

After finishing speaking, Gu Yanbian looked at Fu Mingchao, the corners of his lips raised into a smile, and he said teasingly: "Is it okay? No? If it's okay? If you call me brother Sheng, I'll take your punishment together. "

Fu Mingchao and Gu Yan looked at each other for two seconds, looked at the smile in each other's eyes, did not speak, just swiped out a few syllables with lowered eyes, and answered Gu Yan's question:

impossible.

Seeing that Fu Mingchao played the guitar directly against the score, the smile on Gu Yan's face became brighter again, and he sang softly along with the sound of the chords.

The noisy voice in the class suddenly quieted down. After repeating the chords a few more times, Fu Mingchao also looked away from the phone, matching the gaze of most of the students in the class, staring sideways at Gu Yan.

His gaze moved down inch by inch from Gu Yan's slightly curled eyelashes, and slowly swept across the other's delicate nose bridge, before staying on Gu Yan's slightly parted lips.

Gu Yan seemed to have a feeling in his heart? He turned his head and looked at Fu Mingchao with a smile in his eyes.

At this moment, the incandescent lights in the class have been turned off by someone, the curtains have been drawn by the students by the window, and the students sitting in a circle have spontaneously taken out their mobile phones, turned on the flashlights and swayed to the rhythm of the music with.

Towards the end, Gu Yan stopped his voice, stared at Fu Mingchao with dim eyes, said something very softly, and was immediately covered by the enthusiastic applause in the classroom and Fu Mingchao's plucking strings.

Even if he didn't hear it, Fu Mingchao understood Gu Yan's mouth shape:

"happy New Year."

Fu Mingchao looked at Gu Yan for two seconds, with a faint smile showing on his face, with a serious tone:

"Compared to happy New Year's Day, I hope you can be happy."

The author has something to say: You can't say that Xiao Fu can't do it! ! ! ! ! 【Gaze from my mother.jpg】

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