Become a Two-dimensional hero

Mozart hummed a ditty and went back to the dormitory. He didn't go to practice because Qin Tian suddenly said that he remembered something and left in a hurry.

Mozart looked at Qin Tian who was in such a hurry. It was really rare to see Qin Tian. When Qin Tian appeared in front of people, his words and deeds were perfect and impeccable.Now he was in a hurry and even showed a sense of panic. Mozart thought that there must be some urgent matter, so he shouted at Qin Tian's back: "See you tomorrow!"

Qin Tian's back paused, he didn't answer, but left at a faster pace.

Mozart arrived in the room, and when he opened the door, he saw someone lying on his bed.

Mozart's eyes twitched: "...Why are you lying on my bed!"

Without raising his head, Wei Qian covered his face on the pillow and muffled, "I'm crying with my pillow covered."

Mozart: "??? It's not you who won the championship, why are you so excited?"

Only then did Wei Qian look back at Mozart, which was meaningful, and Mozart was inexplicable: "Speak if you have something to say, and fart if you have something to say."

Wei Qian reminded: "Did you forget something?"

Mozart recalled for a while, um, it seemed that he hadn't had lunch yet, and said, "I forgot to eat lunch, do you want to come together?"

Wei Qian let out a "hehe", and said in a strange way: "Okay."

Then they went to the cafeteria, Wei Qian volunteered to go to cook, let Mozart sit and wait.Mozart saw Wei Qian getting more and more wrong, so he decided to observe secretly first.

Until Wei Qian brought what they called lunch, a steamed bun.

Mozart: "!!! Damn!" He suddenly remembered!gambling!

This is not over yet, Wei Qian took a table knife, cut the white steamed bun into two from the middle, handed half of it to Mozart and said, "Your."

Mozart stared at the white steamed bun: "...Is this the champion's lunch?"

Wei Qian stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of his eyes: "Wrong."

Mozart looked up and waited for the next sentence.

Wei Qian added unhurriedly: "It's not lunch, it's your meal for the day."

Mozart: "..."

Wei Qian said sadly again: "It's also mine."

Mozart: "When you go back and cry under the pillow, leave me a place."

Wei Qian stretched out his arms, patted Mozart on the shoulder, and sighed: "Don't worry, we can survive."

Mozart picked up the white steamed buns and chewed them. He felt no taste, and just wanted to go back to more than a month ago and interrupt his gambling hand.

Mozart exclaimed: "What brought us down here!"

Wei Qian responded: "It's an evil gambling! It tempted us with huge benefits, but everything is just a dream."

Mozart deeply understood the abhorrentness of gambling. The tofu nao and hot spicy soup were nothing. After being pierced by the sharp arrow of reality, even the fried rice with eggs flew away.

Wei Qian stretched out his hand to shake hands with Mozart, heartbroken: "Brother, let us supervise each other from now on, quit gambling!"

Mozart nodded sadly.

That night, Mozart lay down quietly on the bed after washing up, because he discussed with Wei Qian and felt that being quiet was the only way to preserve his physical energy to the maximum, so that the tragedy of college boys starving to death due to losing money would not happen.

Mozart closed his eyes, and the image of food flashed in his mind. The more he thought about it, the hungrier he became, and he couldn't fall asleep at all.At this time, the watch vibrated, and Mozart turned over and sat up to check the information.It was a video call from Mo Er.

Mozart has chatted with Mo Er and Mo Jun from time to time in the past two months. The brothers moved to Jupiter in early September. Mo Er often chatted with Mozart, mainly about Mo Jun’s tortoise teacher, music master Carmen .

This important music master in the music industry is completely a matter of comparison in Mo Er's mouth. He is very strict with Mo Jun and picks and chooses.According to Mo Er: "My brother plays so well, this guy who stuck the door insisted on saying that the rhythm is wrong, the emotion is wrong, the fingering is wrong, everything is wrong."

Mozart's own musical level is not as good as that of Mo Jun, so he resonates with Mo Er very much.But in the last week, Mozart was busy preparing for the competition, so he had no time to chat with Mo Er. It was rare that Mo Er called today, just to tell him the good news that he won the championship.

After the video was connected, the first sound from the opposite side was not a greeting, but an "ah" that was repeated in a thousand times.

Mozart: "Why are you sighing at such a young age, you failed the exam?"

Mo Er shook his head.Mozart guessed again: "Been beaten by a classmate?"

Mo Er continued to shake his head.Mozart made a few more guesses one after another, and the more he guessed, the more outrageous he got. When he guessed "Mo Jun was fired by Carmen", Mo Er finally couldn't bear it and stopped: "How is it possible! My brother is so good."

"Then tell me why."

Mo Er couldn't help but sighed again, and said slowly, "I think my brother is sick."

Mozart was startled, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Mo Er seemed to have been opened up, and he chattered endlessly: "Just like you before, always sitting on the sofa and giggling, I can't hear him when I talk to him, and I always put the wrong seasoning in cooking, and I am absent-minded."

Mozart rolled his eyes, and put his heart in his stomach again: "I didn't smirk, and neither does your brother."

"what is that?"

"What else is there, your brother is in love, you are about to fall out of favor~"

Mo Er turned his face suddenly, his angry cheeks puffed up like a puffer fish: "You are talking nonsense!"

"Believe it or not. By the way, I'll show you something." Mozart turned around and searched for a while, and finally found the magic box from his coat pocket. He put the magic box in front of the video, and dubbed himself: "Dangdang, guess Guess what it is."

Mo Er was distracted and put the angry matter behind him: "A box? What's in it?"

This question made Mozart upset, he has not opened the box until now, he replied while trying to open the box: "The point is not the box, but what this box represents, this is a gift from the champion, do you know what it means? I am the champion of this freshman mech competition~"

Mozart beamed.Mo Er said expressionlessly: "This country seems to be doomed, but you are actually the champion."

"Get out!" Mozart yelled, and at the same time he finally found a way to open the magic box. There was a button-shaped thing in the center of one side, and Mozart pressed it.The magic box was opened from the top, and the moment it was opened, a light blue light projected out. This turned out to be a mini projection device.

Light and shadow were projected on the ceiling impartially. Mozart and Mo Er, who was opposite the video, looked up at the video together.

A thin man in military uniform leaned crookedly on a chair and greeted people outside the video: "Hello~mua~" He even blew a kiss.

Mozart shivered with disgust.This video seems to be pre-recorded, and the person in the video continued on his own: "No matter who you are, you can see the video, and you are already selected by me~ On November 11th, I was at the Jupiter base Waiting for you, this will be an unprecedented opportunity, maybe the next galaxy star will be you~" The man stood up, raised his hands like guns, and made a gesture of "I am optimistic about you".

Mozart: "..."

Mo Er: "...Our country is really going to end."

Mozart coughed dryly, then closed the magic box again, pretending nothing happened, and said, "Let's forget about it, anyway, this box is not important, what matters is what's in front of you, me, champion, understand?"

Mo Er reacted belatedly: "He just seemed to say that on November 11th, the Jupiter base is waiting for you."

Mozart also realized the important point: "Isn't that the day after tomorrow, am I going to Jupiter?"

Mo Er laughed from an angry puffer fish to a small apple, and said cheerfully: "Then you can come and play with me!"

Mozart motioned him to calm down: "Wait! Don't rush to be happy, what's going on, I'll ask the teacher tomorrow."

Mo Er nodded, said "goodbye" to Mozart, and hung up the communication.

The next day, when Mozart opened his eyes, it was already 7:07. This is really strange. Wei Qian lived up to the name of the human body alarm clock. He never got up late, and he didn’t show up until today, so that he could feel comfortable. Sleep until 30:[-].

Apart from being comfortable, Mozart was still not used to it. He ran from the balcony to Wei Qian's room to take a look, but Wei Qian was not there.

Mozart thought suspiciously, did this kid run away with a steamed bun?They bet that the remaining 50 yuan was on Wei Qian. Mozart touched his empty belly and got through Wei Qian's communication.

After Wei Qian connected, facing Mozart's questioning, he didn't give an explanation, but said: "You come to the cafeteria to find me."

Mozart packed up and went out. When he got to the cafeteria, he saw Wei Qian at a glance. He was eating fried rice with eggs!

Mozart slapped the table heavily with both hands, and Wei Qian's egg fried rice was almost spilled out. He looked at the vicious Mozart and shouted, "I can explain!"

Mozart crossed his arms and sat opposite him, staring at Wei Qian to see what he could come up with.

Wei Qian took another bite of his meal before saying unhurriedly, "I'll show you something." He took out a box from his pocket.

Mozart's first reaction was to touch his pocket, and then took out his magic box. The two magic boxes were placed together, but there was no difference.

Mozart was shocked: "Isn't this a championship gift?"

Wei Qian laughed and said, "According to the number of people who got the magic box I observed, this [-]% is nothing. Thank you for participating in the prize."

Mozart glared at him: "This is not a reason for you to eat egg fried rice with our life-saving money!"

"Don't worry, listen to me, have you opened the magic box?"

Mozart nodded.

Wei Qian said again: "This magic box is a passport, a ticket for a starship bound for Jupiter the day after tomorrow."

Mozart was surprised: "Is it really going to Jupiter? What about my studies?"

"It's not important, it's all trivial matters. It is said that this time is a large-scale election for the military department. Although I don't know why they are elected, anyway, we must select excellent personnel to go to the Jupiter base for training, and we must stand aside for academics." Wei Qian winked: "The most The most important point is full board and lodging!"

Mozart immediately ordered a bowl of fried rice with eggs for himself, and the two of them ate it wheezingly.After filling his stomach, Mozart remembered to ask: "How many people got it?"

Wei Qian recalled: "I was called by the teacher to get this magic box in the morning. There are quite a few people who got it, not only freshmen, but also from all grades. I even saw Xia Changyu."

Mozart: "...Why is there him everywhere!" He paused, then asked again: "Does Qin Tian have one?"

Wei Qian: "I didn't see him, but there should be. I'm considered excellent. How could classmate Qin Tian be let go?"

Mozart thought about it, and planned to meet Qin Tian later and ask him.However, for two consecutive days, he did not see Qin Tian. Freshman class is divided into classes. Qin Tian and he are not in the same classroom. As the sun set, I waited for a text message from Qin Tian: "I've been busy recently, and the training is temporarily cancelled."

Mozart thought to himself, has something happened to the male god? He has been busy for a few days.

Until November 11th, after Mozart boarded the starship bound for Jupiter, he finally saw Qin Tian on the starship. The two met in the aisle of the cabin. Qin Tian was chatting with the people beside him. When he saw Mozart, he was just indifferent. He glanced at it, then looked away again.

Mozart put down his hand that was about to say hello, Qin Tian has always been very polite to others, and would never do such a thing of turning a blind eye.Mozart belatedly realized that he was being hated...

The author has something to say: Cut the map~