After returning to the room, Wen Qi still couldn't rest. He repeated what he learned today sentence by sentence, move by move, as if there was a board on top of it, and whenever he made a mistake, he would hit it down.

"Fatty, replay it again."

When they were in class, Wen Qi asked Shou to record it for him so that he could continue to practice when he came back.

Looking at Feng Hongfei's graceful figure cruising around, Wen Qi felt that no matter how many times he was beaten, he would not be able to change into his posture.

Why did he have to learn a new talent when he came to a new world?

The first world needs to study economics class, the second world needs him to go through high school exams, and the third world needs to learn singing...

Come on, by the time he crosses the last world, he's already got his skills.

Wen Qi took another breath, he had to continue, otherwise he would not be able to contact Bai Huoan at all.

I don't know how many times I fell, I don't know how many times I stood up, Wen Qi still lit the lamp, his shadow was reflected on the window, and sweat fell to the ground.

Practicing in front of the mirror, the arms are almost so sore that they can't lift them, and they only rest when they are satisfied.

However, by that time, it won't be long before I wake up in the morning.

After taking a shower with cold water, blowing out the candles, Wen Qi closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Feng Hongfei wore a white shirt, and stood there looking at Wen Qi's room for some time.

The next day, Wen Qiyong came to class with dark circles under his eyes.

No matter how much his singing improved from before, Feng Hongfei didn't have a word of praise, not even a word of criticism.

The juniors are all people who can wink. The master must not like him, so he pretends not to see him.

When eating at noon, the juniors also filled up all the food, leaving nothing for him.

It's just a simple meal with some wild vegetables, and when it's Wen Qi's time, there's only some soup left.

He was not annoyed, he drank a bowl of soup and went back to his room, saying as he walked, "If I don't eat, I will be thinner, if I don't eat, I will be more beautiful than you."

It's fine to read it in a low voice, but it is necessary to read it loudly, and the people present holding the steamed buns can't taste it.

After he left, he clapped his chopsticks and arranged behind his back.

Wen Qi smiled, and when he returned to the room, he was no longer human: "Fat fat, for stuttering, do you have the collagen one? I've been staying up too late lately."

Shou: "Fresh soybean trotter soup, 3 points for a bowl."

"3 points is too expensive, 1.5 points."

Bargaining needs to be cut in half.

"No, no counter-offering."

Wen Qi: "Fatty, don't think I don't know you get kickbacks from it. 1.5 points is 1.5 points."

"I didn't get a kickback..."

"I don't care about the problems in the previous system, what else do you want?"

"Okay, it can be a little cheaper, 2.5 points."

"2 points, one price."

In the end, Wen Qi ate the trotter with two points.

After eating, he threw the crystal clear pig bone to Shou, and started singing again.

No wonder opera is the quintessence of the country, with this level of difficulty, this level of ingenuity, it can't be done just by opening your mouth. Wen Qi did some moves again, and suddenly let out an ah and clutched his stomach.

life:"?"

"I...I'm out of breath."

Do not exercise immediately after eating.

It was fine to rest on the bed for a while, so Wen Qi took the clothes basin to the small river.

In this era, only saponins can be used to wash clothes, but he is different. He has a saponin-shaped scented laundry detergent exchanged from the system, which is purely plant-extracted, does not hurt hands and is fragrant, and does not pollute rivers.

While washing, she sang songs that can only be found in this world.

"On the banks of the Seine, the coffee on the left bank, let me have a cup, and taste your beauty~"

The white gown seemed to be getting brighter, and Wen Qi's heart became happier, and he sang a little louder.

Unexpectedly, he is not the only one who does laundry at noon, there are many fellow students.

"Hua Jifei, what nickname are you singing?"

A pretty-looking little brother was not far away from him, and he squatted down with a basin of clothes.

Said he sang jokes?Well, the ignorant is not guilty, his lord has a lot, so let's forgive him.

However, the little brother seemed to want to find some sense of presence, and said loudly: "Have you been relying on the master recently?"

Wen Qi raised his eyebrows: "I'm sick? Stay by his side?"

As for this unlucky master, he never encourages and educates himself, scolds or beats him. He doesn't want to see him, so why does he come to him to scold him?

"How can you say that about Master?"

"Hehe," Wen Qi smiled, "I would like to advise you, don't orgasm if you have nothing to do, it's your own business that you like Master, I have no interest in him at all."

The man thought for a while before he understood what Wen Qi meant. He pointed at Wen Qi and was speechless.

Then, it was extremely exaggerated to pour it into the river by itself.

Wen Qi: "?"

He looked behind him, Feng Hongfei was standing behind them.

Wen Qi didn't hide at all: "Master, you have seen it all, go and get your good apprentice, and then punish me."

"What's wrong with you?"

Wen Qi lowered the corner of his lips: "My fault is that I shouldn't wash clothes with them. This face is too easy to cause trouble."

Feng Hongfei was stunned for a moment, and stepped forward to lift the struggling disciple out of the river.

The man still didn't give up: "Master, he pushed me..."

Feng Hongfei: "For punishment, kneel in the ancestral hall."

If he really is an unreasonable and eccentric ghost, he can clearly see what the facts are, and he must be punished, he must be sick!

Outside the ancestral hall, wave after wave of irrelevant people watching the excitement came.

"The little bastard actually pushed our senior brother into the river, what a bastard!"

"Our senior brother is the master's favorite, and he won't be able to justify it if he doesn't kneel for a few days."

Wen Qi knelt on the ground, looked at the ancestor's spiritual tablet, and said in his heart: Your most proud student is a second-rate bastard who touches porcelain.

In the middle of the night, the spectators gradually dispersed, and Wen Qi knelt in front of the stage, really hungry.

Just as he was thinking about asking Wen Qi to change something to eat, Feng Hongfei walked in.

"Do you know why you were punished to kneel in the ancestral hall?" These were the first words he spoke.

Because you are sick, this is what Wen Qi thought in his heart, he didn't say it.

"I know, you have to protect that apprentice of yours, anyway, whatever I do is wrong."

Even if he knew the truth was not the case, he would not stand up for him once.

He looked ahead indifferently, not looking at Feng Hongfei at all.

"Yes, this is the way of the world. If you are not strong enough, everything will go against you."

Wen Qi smiled: "The way of the world? I'm afraid you're the only one who thinks so?"

"No, the world itself is gray."

"So you don't know black and white?"

Feng Hongfei: "I need someone who can be a character, obviously you are not. He is the one with the greatest potential."

"Hehe, he won't be a character."

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