Chapter 193: Playing Missing: Care About That Bad Card Phone
"Good morning, Wang!" After washing up, I lazily came to Wang's piano training pavilion.
In addition to Wang, there are three or two girls practicing piano in the big room. They look a little younger than us, like elementary school girls.
"Qing, is it still early?" Wang seemed to think it was really early and frowned as if he was thinking about something.
"Ah? Morning, of course it's early, haha!" Looking at the big clock with the hour hand pointing to eleven o'clock, I vomited secretly. For me, there is no sooner or later to sleep.
"Don't you have to go to class?" Wang sat on the bench and asked me casually with fluttering eyelashes outside his closed eyes.
That's right! Why did I forget this in class, but... forget it, it's just a trivial matter for me to graduate now anyway.
"No, school...school...school is under construction for the past two days, so there is no need to go to class." Wow... Han Qing, I admire your extraordinary brain cells. It's a perfect lie.
"Yeah" she forgot to answer and concentrated on teaching her students.
Although Wang can't see it, her piano playing is really outstanding, as if she was born to play the piano.
"Slap him, give him ten slaps, be careful from behind, on the left side." I spent the whole afternoon lying on the sofa, squandering my fists and kicks in front of the police movies on TV. Some two unlucky cups on the coffee table were also hit by my "Dragon Overlord Yunxiao"
k was shattered to pieces
Oops! It’s so boring. After taking a bite of the apple, my eyes were inexplicably directed towards the white tablet phone on the coffee table for the nth time. It’s really strange. Why do I care so much about that crappy phone today?
Don’t I usually treat it as transparent?
And I don’t plan to answer so many calls from Darius, Jin Bao, etc., why should I turn on the phone? Is my brain broken?
"Qing, can you please..."
"No, this is how I want to enjoy watching TV." Before I could finish speaking, I rejected him directly. This is how I watch TV!
I used to be so excited that I smashed two TVs, and later I was ravaged by my mother.
Mom, what are you doing now? Have you forgotten me again?
Since the day the man who called me dad left ten years ago, my mother doesn’t like me calling her mom. Although she still loves me very much, she lives a conceited life every day now.