Really young master after pretending to be a

Jiang Lin used to think that there was nothing in the world that he couldn't learn.

There are only what he wants to learn and what he doesn't want to learn.

The educational conditions in Jiang Lin's hometown are limited. Although it's not bad, it's not much better.

At least Jiang Lin rarely took music lessons.

Even in class, the teacher was dryly talking about music appreciation. Everyone in the class had a music level similar to that of Jiang Lin—only they knew what 1234567 was called.

Song?

I'm not a person who appreciates music, and I can't even listen to it, let alone sing.

So when the head of the house said that practice is enough, Jiang Lin thought naively like the head of the house.

Singing...just practice!

Then the whole dormitory knew that Jiang Lin was a sound idiot.

The songs I sang cannot be said to be out of tune, it can only be said to be out of tune at all.

After breaking it for five days without breaking it, the head of the house looked at Jiang Lin's calm face and was a little out of breath.

Jiang Lin rolled up the corner of his clothes with his fingers, and pursed his lips a little uneasy.

He has never been a laggard in the team. Even when he first entered Mr. Qin's laboratory, his level was the worst, but he must be qualified.

rather than as it is now.

He was a little suffocated listening to the song he sang.

He can vaguely grasp how these things should be changed, but his own voice doesn't follow the instructions, and it doesn't follow what he thinks at all.

This is no longer a matter of being qualified or not, it is simply not being able to get on stage.

It happened to be a group activity, so in order not to hinder the credits of his roommates, Jiang Lin couldn't withdraw.

So now he rolled his clothes with his fingers uneasily, drooping his eyes and hanging his head, like a child who did something wrong.

Jiang Lin actually wanted to say apologetically, "I have troubled you."

But not much social experience told him that this would only make the atmosphere more rigid, so he could only shrink there, expressing his apology all over his body.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Jiang Lin who was out of tune, the head of the house and the others would have gone crazy laughing.

They can laugh at him for three or four years for going off-key.

But only Jiang Lin...

Clear and cold, none of them dared to joke.

So the head of the house could only take a deep breath and said to Jiang Lin, "Brother, why don't we lip-sync."

"Shut up."

So what Jiang Lin has to do in this song contest is to fill in the numbers aboveboard.

Although it is a bit guilty, this is indeed the best way.

The host of the Shege Contest is the school's dormitory management committee, and because of this, the competition is not held in colleges.

As long as they are in the dormitory building in Jianglin, no matter what major they are in, they will compete together.

The majors in the dormitory building in Jianglin are relatively mixed, and I don't know how they are distributed, but the head of the dormitory knows several majors.

Most of Jiang Lin's Chinese medicine majors are in that dormitory building. According to the head of the dormitory, there are business schools, political science and law, and what's more strange is water conservancy. Civil engineering seems to be stuffed.

That is because the majors are more complicated, so there are especially many judges in the audience.

The ranking on the field comes from lottery.

Although it's not a big deal, everyone wants a good ranking when it comes to drawing lots.

Such a trivial incident severely aroused the desire of the head of the house.

He has already compared with the people in the dormitory next door, shoulder to shoulder to bet on who will appear first.

Jiang Lin, who was listening silently: ...

It's funny, it's also boring.

After the head of the house boasted that it would definitely be better than the one next door, he realized that he himself is a non-chief...

Draw a card every time to guarantee the bottom, and drink drinks are all the kind of thank you for your patronage...

The head of the house who had calmed down came back and asked tremblingly, "Which one of you is lucky?"

Another alpha in the dormitory, peeled an orange, and rubbed the hand of the head of the dormitory vigorously with the hand that still had orange juice, "Here, Ou Qi is here for you."

Sheriff: ...

If he remembers correctly, he is worse than him, at least his card draw is guaranteed to be correct.

And the one who ate the orange just now was heartbroken in the dormitory because the guarantee was crooked.

The head of the house wiped off the orange juice from his hand in disdain, thinking that he had ruined his feng shui, so he cast his eyes on the other beta.

"...No, you don't know me yet?" They started a game of Bifei.

"I skipped class twice in total, and we checked class twice in total, and then they all caught me..."

Well, you can't count on this either.

The head of the house set his sights on Jiang Lin, the hope of the whole village.

Jiang Lin felt that his luck was by no means good.

After all, the true and false young master can happen to him.

Although he felt that he was lucky after being replaced.

Even outsiders don't seem to think so.

but……

"I think the main problem is that I don't draw cards and I don't skip classes..."

Thinking about Jiang Lin's clean and boring routine, the three roommates felt like they had been shot in the knee.

"But if you drink a drink, at least you can get another bottle."

Jiang Lin: ...

So he came to the stage to draw lots with the hope of the whole dormitory.

The dormitory management committee still attaches great importance to this event. Jiang Lin missed the best time to line up because of arguing with his dormmates, so he is now far at the end of the line.

Watch the winding procession gradually move forward.

People in front and behind are playing with their mobile phones.

There is nothing interesting about Jiang Lin.

He is also not used to chatting with others, so standing in the line is a little out of place.

He pursed his lips, pretending to be anxiously waiting for the team to squirm towards the lottery with a calm face.

Keep looking towards the front of the line.

It's just that I look lazy, thinking about my own things most of the time.

For example, Gu Lianyun, who is now a volunteer with Mr. Qin...

Although Mr. Qin had the medical records of the Jiang family's parents treating Gu Lianyun at that time, he didn't know if he could research anything.

It is best to change the gender prediction machine.

This error is not one case or two cases, but I don't know why no one has changed the machine.

And there is Qin Wang.

He heard that when exchanging feelings, he would always tell the other party that some funny things happened here.

In fact, the Shege Contest is actually a fun thing.

But isn't it a bit inappropriate to just tell him that?

Jiang Lin is a real social trash.

He just stood there struggling with such a trivial matter for five or six minutes, and he didn't struggle with a reason.

Thanks to his aloof appearance, he still has a bit of intimidation, no one will find that he is that idiot who has to think about ten minutes and half an hour to say a few words casually.

The final result was that Jiang Lin didn't think it was appropriate, as if their relationship wasn't suitable for talking about it, so he planned to put it aside, and then deliberately see how far the queue is.

Then he was stunned when he saw it...

The one at the front, the one who stretched his arm into the small square wooden cylinder to draw lots seems to be Qin Wang...

But this is University A, the She Song Contest inside the dormitory of Xue 9.

It's not big...

Jiang Lin's thinking was confused for a moment.

For a moment, he could only stare blankly at that person.

Qin Wang is a person who is used to watching from all directions, not to mention someone was watching him from the beginning, so he didn't feel anything.

As for why he came to draw lots, it was purely because the two beta roommates were in the double row, and it was a bit embarrassing for him to sit alone and ignore each other with the alpha he had beaten up.

It's not that they ignore each other.

It was the other party who wanted to ease the relationship between the two, but Qin Wang found it annoying.

Just go to draw the order of play.

It doesn't matter if it's early or late, as long as the relationship in the dormitory is harmonious in front of the counselor.

Qin Wang thought indifferently.

However, if you draw a good lottery, you can confidently show off your good luck to Jiang Lin.

I don't know if Jiang Lin participated in the Shege Contest. By the way, which dormitory building is he from?

After Qin Wang grabbed it, he moved away. Before he could look at the ball of paper in his hand, he wanted to take out his mobile phone and go to the forum to see if there was any news about Jiang Lin's dormitory.

Then he felt someone staring at him with complicated eyes obliquely in front of him.

Qin Wang just looked up while the webpage was still loading.

Then at this glance, my heart almost jumped out of my head.

No need to search...

In the midst of the chaos, Qin Wang could still remember what he was about to do just now...

Qin Wang clenched the ball of paper in his hand, trying to explain something, when Jiang Lin looked back and started to draw lots.

There are two more people ahead of him.

It's just that the meaning of Jiang Lin's glance made Qin Wang think that it was, I'll settle the score with you later.

Qin Wang: ...

to finish.