It took more than 3 hours to fly from Seoul to Hong Kong. After Wang Yue and the plane went on the sky, he took out the book to pass the time.
The book he is reading now is called "The Collection of the Holy Ancestors", which contains various poems and prose by the founding emperor Zhao Ye. It is not that Wang Yue was so idle that he was worried, but that he was afraid that he would accidentally collide with his time traveler senior in the future.
If one day, Wang Yue took out a good poem with great enthusiasm, and then someone else said: You are sick, use Taizu's poem to fool me.
That's really bad.
For example, the poem "Farewell" was originally originally written by Li Shutong. But in this world, it belongs to the work of Emperor Taizu, and he even plagiarized American songs.
Wang Yuezheng looked at the book with relish. Jun Ji-hyun next to him suddenly touched him and asked, "Hey, pervert, do you have a battery?"
"What?" Wang Yue turned to look at her.
"Battery No. 7, my Walkman is out of power." Jun Ji-hyun said with an MP3 in his hand.
Wang Yue looked at the old antique with batteries and asked curiously: "Is this thing called a Walkman? It should be called MP3, right?"
"What is MP3?" It's Jeon Ji-hyun's turn to be confused.
"Oh, yes, it's called Walkman." Wang Yue almost forgot that China in this world does not like to use English abbreviations, and all daily necessities are Chinese names.
Jun Ji-hyun said impatiently: "Do you have a battery? If you don't give it to me, forget it."
"Wait a minute." Wang Yue stood up and took out his luggage bag from the shelves.
There was an electric shaver in my bag, which was a gift from my father before leaving. Wang Yue only had a furry stubble and didn't need to shave at all.
"Give it." Wang Yue took out the battery from the shaver.
"Thank you." Jeon Ji-hyun took the battery and stuffed it into the MP3.
Wang Yue asked casually: "What song should I listen to?"
"A good song." Jun Ji-hyun put the battery in, and then divided it into earplugs and asked, "Do you want to listen?"
A bit conscientious!
Wang Yue put the earplugs on without hesitation and continued reading his book.
The first song is called "Lonely Soul", which was sung by a female voice. Wang Yue didn't know what the female singer was named, but her voice was very ethereal, and she felt a bit like Faye Wong.
When MP3 was put into the second song, Wang Yue suddenly raised his head and asked, "Where did you find this song?"
"The online song is very nice. It was recommended by my cousin." Jun Ji-hyun said with some smugness.
Of course it sounds good, can I not sing well?
The songs played in MP3 are now very much the song "The Wandering Singer's Lover" sent to Philharmonic.com.
Wang Yue couldn't help asking, "This song is very popular?"
Jun Ji-hyun said: "It's okay. There are not many people on the street listening, but they are particularly popular in major campus forums."
Wang Yue knew in his heart that "The Wandering Singer's Lover" was still too niche, and it would be great if it could become popular among students.
Jun Ji-hyun seemed to have no interest in chatting with strangers, and Wang Yue was too lazy to provoke them. The two of them were on their own, one was listening to songs and the other was sleeping while listening to songs. Two hours passed in a blink of an eye.
The flight attendant pushed the dining cart and asked, "Sir, what do you want to eat? Our airline meals include beef noodles, chicken legs, rice and duck vermicelli."
"Chicken leg rice, thank you." Wang Yue put away the book.
"I want chicken legs too!" Jun Ji-hyun opened his eyes immediately when he heard something was eaten.
Then Wang Yue saw what foodie is!
I saw Jun Ji-hyun holding chicken legs in one hand and rice spoon in the other. Just like a refugee who had been hungry for three years, she frantically stuffed food into her mouth. After eating, she was full of greasy mouth and a grain of rice was still stained on her face. She touched her belly and complained: "I'm so stingy, this little rice is not enough to stuff between her teeth."
Wang Yue handed the tissue with a funny look and asked, "Aren't you afraid of getting fat?"
Jun Ji-hyun wiped his mouth and said proudly: "It's not something that can be fat, it's something that can be lazy. I exercise every day, and no matter how much I eat, I won't get fat."
"You are going to study in Hong Kong?" Wang Yue asked.
Perhaps he was just finished eating and was in a happy mood, Jeon Ji-hyun answered readily: "Yes, where are you?"
Wang Yue said: "So too."
"What a coincidence," Jeon Ji-hyun became interested and asked, "Which school do you come from?"
Wang Yue replied: "Jishi University, where are you?"
"Academic master," Jun Ji-hyun was a little surprised. She said, "My grades are not as good as you. I only got more than 300 points in the Dance Department of the Hong Kong Academy of Arts and Culture."
Wang Yue smiled and said, "You are an art student. You are busy with training, and your grades are already good."
Jun Ji-hyun said indifferently: "Don't comfort me, this girl is born to be a student, so there is nothing shameful about it."
To be honest, Wang Yue likes this carefree personality. He says whatever he wants, which is easier than being with Yoona.
Jun Ji-hyun was still talking to himself: "I'm really annoying you nerds, you're so stupid as to study. Just say the one in our class, if you want to chase me, you just say that you have to write a love letter secretly, and you're not going to take it out until after graduating from the college entrance examination. He shrank, like a turtle with a head-hungry turtle. He is also handsome and has good grades. I might agree if I say it earlier."
"Will you really agree?" Wang Yue asked with a smile.
"That," Jun Ji-hyun paused, "It depends on my mood. If I feel good, I agree. If I feel bad, I kicked me over. How far I get.
Wang Yue sighed: "It seems that your boyfriend will be in trouble in the future."
Jun Ji-hyun opened the conversation and kept talking: "It's not that easy for me to be quite taller than me. First of all, I'm taller than me. I mean, after wearing high heels, I must be 1.8 meters tall, otherwise I'll look like I'll go out together in the future. Secondly, I have to be handsome. Look at this girl's natural beauty, and ordinary men are not worthy of it. Also, I can't be a nerd, I'm annoyed and have no common language at all."
Wang Yue laughed and said, "It seems that I meet the conditions very well."
"You?" Jun Ji-hyun carefully observed Wang Yue's honor and shook his head, "I barely looked like I could pass the test, but unfortunately I am a nerd."
Wang Yue asked her, "How come I look like a nerd?"
Jun Ji-hyun took it for granted: "Isn't you a nerd to be able to study at Jishe University? Oh my God, the minimum admission line for Jishe University this year is 710 points, which is scary to think about it. Hello, what major is yours?"
"Computer." Wang Yue said.
"That's even more terrifying," said Jun Ji-hyun, "There is a top student in our class who scored 714 points this year in the college entrance examination. He applied for the computer major of Jishen University, and his high score failed. Do you think he is sick? What school can't go to? He has to repeat the exam next year. Such people are just stupid in their studies."
Wang Yue nodded and said, "I understand your logic."
"What logic?" Jeon Ji-hyun asked in confusion.
Wang Yue analyzed: "You have met a nerd and academic master, and then I am also a nerd, so I am a nerd."
"Hey," Jeon Ji-hyun tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, "What you summarized seems to make sense."
Wang Yue laughed silently. This girl was so cute.
The last hour on the plane was spent talking nonsense with Jun Ji-hyun. When getting off the plane, Jun Ji-hyun took out his cell phone and said, "You are pretty good, your mind is not completely broken. Leave a phone number. We are all fellow Seoul villagers, and we will get together again if we have time in the future."
Wang Yue smiled and said, "I am just a top student, not a rich man, and I can't afford a mobile phone for the time being."
"That's it," Jun Ji-hyun took out the notes, wrote down the number and stuffed it into Wang Yue's hand and said, "I may change the number in a few days. If you arrive at the school dormitory, call me so as not to be unable to contact you in the future."
"Okay." Wang Yue stuffed the number into his pocket.
"Then I'll leave, beg you!" Jun Ji-hyun finished speaking and dragged the small box and rushed out in a hurry.
By the time Wang Yue went out to pick up his luggage, Jun Ji-hyun was already running out, and at this time the passenger's bulk luggage had not been transported out.
Wang Yue shook his head helplessly, took out his number and walked to the airport phone booth, dialed and said, "Hey, it's me, Wang Yue, the one next to you on the plane."
Jun Ji-hyun said angrily: "You have nothing to do when you are idle. Call me as soon as you come out."
Wang Yue sighed: "Miss Quan, who is born with beautiful nature, are you carrying luggage this time?"
Chapter completed!