Chapter 484: New Year's Day breaks out in silence, and No. 2 Middle School is going to prepare for a party. As one of the few cultural and entertainment activities in the year, the New Year's Day party has attracted much attention.
There are not many literary and artistic talents in No. 2 Middle School. Xie Ying and Zhu Fangting have proved their strength through singing competitions. The music teacher has long greeted them and notified them to be in the school auditorium one weekend at the end of December.
Have a meeting.
When she thought of facing Zhu Fangting, Xie Ying would turn into a bitter face, with a ferocious face and a long tongue. Her deskmate kindly reminded her that she looked particularly like a female ghost now.
Xie Ying's expression became even more ferocious, scaring her deskmate: "Am I scared? Can I scare Zhu Fangting?"
The deskmate shook his head sympathetically: "Oh! Because of Zhu Fangting, you are crazy."
My good friends don’t understand. Xie Ying’s father is a famous martyr. Why did Xie Ying always be bullied by Zhu Fangting?
Xie Ying was also very distressed: "Just because my father is a martyr, I should pay more attention to my words and deeds and not embarrass him."
The experimental class was very tight, and all the teachers were staring at the few self-study classes. On the day the music teacher organized the meeting, the math teacher suddenly arranged a small test, and Xie Ying handed in advance, and then ran to the auditorium for a meeting.
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The music teacher did not blame her: "You senior high school students need to prepare for the college entrance examination. If you don't have time to rehearse, just have a song to skewer."
"……good."
"They are all settled. Xie Ying, just sing a song with Zhu Fangting."
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Xie Ying's eyes went dark. That day was her darkest day in 2002.
Zhu Fangting said expressionlessly: "Then let's discuss what to sing."
Xie Ying blurted out: "I want to sing with He Xiaoyu, and it's okay with Li Juanjuan. Why... I'll be in the same group as Zhu Fangting?"
Those girls winked desperately, as if saying - Xie Ying, you are good, sacrifice one of you, and we are happy. Please join Zhu Fangting!
Zhu Fangting looked at the teacher with a sad expression and looked lonely: "Teacher, since everyone doesn't want to be with me, otherwise, I won't want me to go..."
"Well... you happen to be six people, in groups of two, so the scene is more harmonious - Xie Ying, why don't you want to be in groups with Zhu Fangting? What are the conflicts between you two?"
There were so many conflicts, and Xie Ying didn't know where to complain. Zhu Fangting said first: "Maybe... the students in the experimental class have a higher vision!"
...
Is this accusing Xie Ying of being arrogant?
"No, no, no, where." Xie Ying waved her hand in a hurry: "Everyone is the same, I just..."
"Okay, if there is no conflict, then you two will be in the same group." The music teacher gave them a box of tapes: "This is a song I heard when I was a child. "Happy New Year" at the Youhuan Party, which happened to be two girls.
If you sing, you can sing according to their division of labor.”
Before Xie Ying reached out, Zhu Fangting took the tape away.m.81zw.m
"Do you have any other problems?" The music teacher looked at the girls with a smile: "If there is no problem, then go back and prepare. You should regard this performance as the curtain call for your high school career, and there will be no chance in the future."
When she walked out of the auditorium, the girls looked at Xie Ying sympathetically, and partnered with Zhu Fangting, she was suffering. Xie Ying had a bitter face, who could she blame? It was indeed because she was too late to go, so she had no choice!
Zhu Fangting held the tape and did not mean to share it with Xie Ying. Xie Ying could only ask: "How to distribute the lyrics?"
"I'll tell you when I copy it."
After saying that, Zhu Fangting threw Xie Ying a cold back and didn't want to communicate with her.
Xie Ying waved her fist at Zhu Fangting's figure, but Zhu Fangting turned around suddenly. Xie Ying embarrassedly started breast expansion exercise, pretending that nothing happened.
The evening self-study was over, and Zhu Fangting was waiting for Xie Ying at the door of the teaching building. She handed Xie Ying a lyric: "The part that scratched the wavy line is yours."
Xie Ying counted, less than ten sentences.
"Zhu Fangting, is that song very short?"
"About four minutes."
"I only sing ten sentences for four minutes?"
"I'm thinking about you. You are from the experimental class and you should focus on learning."
Xie Ying didn't believe that she would be so kind, and Zhu Fangting laughed proudly. She still didn't change at all. She would be very happy as soon as she bullies Xie Ying.
"I don't agree to this distribution." Xie Ying handed her the lyrics: "You made the lyrics, you can sing a few more sentences. But you can't grab all my lyrics."
"It's settled." Zhu Fangting said domineeringly: "I want to share this way."
Xie Ying was so angry: "Will the music teacher agree if you give this?"
"Why, are you going to complain to the teacher?" Zhu Fangting sneered: "Of course, the teacher will definitely stand on your side. Maybe he will give you the whole song to sing. Who told you to be Xie Qingyi's daughter?
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Zhu Fangting deliberately spoke loudly, and the classmates looked back one after another, which made Xie Ying particularly embarrassed. She did nothing, but Zhu Fangting was telling others that Xie Ying was very good at enjoying the privileges her father brought to her.
Xie Ying was still stunned, and Zhu Fangting left. Several good friends held Xie Ying's hand and wanted to comfort her, but Xie Ying's hand was cold.
When she was nine years old, her lead singer-selling opportunity was taken away by Zhu Fangting. It was her lingering childhood nightmare. This time, she didn't want to be bullied by Zhu Fangting again.
"Zhu Fangting!"
Xie Ying shouted loudly and chased after him: "When you were a child, how many games have you been able to compete with me in this competition? Even if you only say it once, I will give you this opportunity!"
Zhu Fangting was shocked. Xie Ying actually dared to resist her, or was she in full view of everyone?
She curled her lips and said, "There are so many things. When I came to the city Spring Festival Gala at the age of nine, wasn't your lead singer removed? Didn't I take it over?"
"You know how you were chosen!" Xie Ying's voice was trembling, but she continued firmly: "Your mother gave the teacher a gift, and what you gave was the cosmetics your father brought back from South Korea! You thought
Others don’t know? But everyone knows it!”
Zhu Fangting was angry and embarrassed: "Xie Ying, you are crazy!"
"I'm not crazy! You always say that I am Xie Qingyi's daughter, you always use my father's reputation to erase my efforts! But you are the one who really plays with power and money! Because your father is the boss of Xianglong Group,
You dare to be so lawless!"
"Xie! Ying! You pretended well. I thought you were a little white rabbit, but your heart was so vicious! You talk nonsense in front of so many people. If you thought you were Xie Qingyi's daughter, no one would care about it.
Have you got it?"
"At least you don't care!" Xie Ying opened her eyes wide and pressed step by step: "Xie Qingyi sacrificed her life because she saved your mother! If you have a little conscience, you shouldn't be irresponsible to me!"
There was an uproar around. The students didn’t expect that there was such a love-hate entanglement between Xie Ying and Zhu Fangting?
If what Xie Ying said is true, then Zhu Fangting is too heartless. Xie Qingyi lost even his life to save her mother. Why did Zhu Fangting always target Xie Ying?
It seems that Zhu Fangting does rely on the power of his family and is arrogant and domineering, and doesn't even take the daughter of his benefactor seriously.
Zhu Fangting was full of tears, as if he had experienced endless humiliation, but Xie Ying took the initiative and was dissatisfied with her: "Zhu Fangting, don't use domineering to cover up your inferiority complex anymore. You have never been my opponent. I was not before, but now No, it will not be possible in the future!”
"Brother Chen!"
"Um!"
When Chen Changqing was walking on the road, he would say hello or nod when he met someone he knew.
But no matter who it is.
Everyone had no extra expression on their faces, as if they were very indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Chen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Department, it is an institution to maintain the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.
It can be said.
In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone's hands were stained with a lot of blood.
When a person is used to life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When Chen Changqing first came to this world, he was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.
The Demon Suppressing Division is very big.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Department are all powerful masters or those with the potential to become masters.
Chen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressing Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian and the other is the Demon Elimination Envoy.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts with the lowest level of Demon Elimination Envoy.
Then he will be promoted step by step and will eventually become a guardian.
Chen Changqing's predecessor was an intern in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-level Demon Suppression Envoy.
Have the memory of the predecessor.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long, Chen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and it presents a different tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door is open and occasionally someone enters and exits.
Chen Changqing just hesitated for a moment and then stepped in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow frown instinctively, but it stretched quickly.
The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Department is almost impossible to clean.