"Who is this ugly girl? This is the first time I have seen such an ugly person. Why are you showing me this?"
"You don't think this is me, do you? It's a joke, I used to be like this, with a runny nose, hahaha, you are so funny."
"Stop pretending, this is you!" Chen Qi looked into Fang Hui's eyes and said seriously: "I checked a lot of information. I wouldn't know if I didn't check. It turns out you have been on TV."
"Fang Hui, you've hidden it well enough, but the way you looked before was really haha... beautiful."
Fang Hui let go of the hand holding Chen Qi's hair, and said with a faint smile: "You can talk nonsense, but you can't talk nonsense, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel."
"You said you are really idle. Why don't you do your homework and study this every day? Don't say that the person inside is not me, even if it is me, what can you do?"
"It's really not you?" Chen Qi didn't believe it. It's Rongcheng, and it's Fang Hui. How can there be so many coincidences in the world?
The key point is the photo taken yesterday with Fang Jing. Although the person taking the photo was a bit far away, you can still generally see the people in the picture.
"No!" Fang Hui denied flatly, "Don't even ask. My family doesn't have much money. I always live with relatives in Shanghai. I've been looked down upon. I was almost kicked out yesterday."
"You should also delete the photos quickly, especially the ones from Metamorphosis. I feel sad just looking at that poor girl. She's so pitiful."
"Understood!" Chen Qi nodded heavily and whispered: "I won't tell anyone."
Fang Hui...
"Hahaha!" Lin Qiuyue couldn't help but laugh.
"The rest of my life"
"Fengxue is you"
"Plain is you"
"You are also poor"
In the musical instrument room, Fang Jing was playing the guitar and singing. Sitting opposite him was Yang Ning, wearing a large white shirt with half exposed shoulders, holding her chin and listening carefully, with a silly smile on her lips from time to time.
The slightly hoarse voice was full of magnetism and stories. As he sang, Fang Jing's eyes turned red. He looked at Yang Ning affectionately and slowly said, "Okay, it's been more than an hour, and my fingers are numb."
For some reason, maybe on a whim, Yang Ning insisted on listening to him singing so early in the morning, saying that she had never heard him sing alone before.
Without saying a word, Fang Jing picked up the guitar and started playing and singing. Now he felt that his fingers were not obeying his command, and if he continued, he would evolve into eagle fingers.
"Okay, that's enough." Yang Ning nodded lightly, "What do you think is going on in your head? Why do you have so many good songs? No one else can think of it even if they break their brains."
"It's not that I can't figure it out, I have to die once, and then drink less Meng Po soup when I cross the Naihe Bridge."
"Hahaha, you mean you remember it from your previous life?"
"You can understand it this way."
Putting away the guitar, Fang Jing carefully closed the box, looked up and looked around. The room was full of musical instruments, erhu, piano, cello, drums...
Some were given by others, and some were bought by him.
In order to learn these musical instruments, I specially found a teacher to teach me.
It is enough for a person to specialize in one instrument for his whole life. He is not greedy for too much. He is just a porter in the music industry. He does not necessarily have to know some things, but you must know them.
Otherwise, when someone asks me in the future, let me say CNKI, bah, what are the characteristics and difficulties of Erhu, and I don’t know anything, it will be embarrassing.
Seeing that some instruments were stained with dust, Fang Jing found some towels and wiped them clean one by one, saying, "This girl Fang Hui is too lazy. If I ask him to help me clean, he will only clean my room."
"I didn't learn it from you." Yang Ning snickered, then picked up her phone and took a photo of Fang Jing, "Aren't you just as lazy?"
"I'm different. She will get married in the future. When she goes to someone else's house, she won't be able to do anything and won't be able to quarrel with her mother-in-law?"
Yang Ning blinked and said with a smile: "Nowadays, young men and women who still live at the mother-in-law's house buy a house outside, and the couple lives their own lives."
"I'm not worried about her. She's living a good life while you're away. She's just lazy when you come back. By the way, you should work after you've been back for so long."
When it came to business, Yang Ning put away her smile and said, "You come with me tomorrow. The Lihai Music High School has been waiting for you for a long time. Now the students are almost on vacation and I haven't seen you yet. You are a bit incompetent as a teacher."
Fang Jing curled his lips and was speechless: "It's almost vacation, why should I go there? Can't I just go there when school starts?"
Lihai Music High School is the music school where he works. Although he is an elective teacher, he still has to attend several classes in a semester. He was previously delayed due to filming Operation Red Sea.
"School starts? Do you have time when school starts? You have a lot of work that won't be finished until the end of the year. If you don't finish it now, I doubt your students will even see you graduate."
"Okay, just go and let them coordinate with you when the class will start."
"That's pretty much it!"
I posted the photo I just took to Fang Jing’s Weibo, with Yang Ning adding the words “cleaning”, and within a few minutes there was a reply.
"No wonder Fang Jing is so popular now, yet he still hasn't given up music even after making so much money."
"It's luck that a person can be popular for a while, and it's his strength that makes him famous for so long. By the way, who took this picture? It seems to be a secret photo."
"The sniper finished his stance and saw the person taking the photo showing his toes. He was not a man!"
"Don't guess, maybe he's a secretary or something. The boss doesn't have many secretaries these days."
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On January 14th, at the Lihai Music High School Affiliated in Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces, a few days before the exam, Fang Jing came to take the last elective class.
The school is not a company, so he did not wear a suit, but chose a black casual windbreaker, a sweater, black pants, and black leather shoes.
For the two o'clock class in the afternoon, Fang Jing arrived at one o'clock. The school director received him, gave him a history of Chinese classical music, and asked him to go to the office to have a rest first, and then go to the classroom at two o'clock.
"Hello, teacher!" Fang Jing was stunned as soon as he arrived at the office. Seeing one of the teachers yelling at the students inside, he stood in the corner and bowed without saying a word.
I don’t know why, but he is usually very courageous. When he was studying, he jumped over the dormitory wall and jumped over the dormitory wall. But as soon as he entered the office, his heart pounded and his legs trembled.
After so many years, I thought that time had worn away his timidity, but I didn't expect that when he arrived at the office, he was still the same.
"Which class... Fang Jing! Sit down, sit down." Seeing Fang Jing, the female teacher turned away her ferocious face, squinted her smile, and hurriedly came for a chair.
The students in the Music High School are all seventeen or eighteen years old, which is similar to ordinary high schools. Many teachers are young, and some even just graduated from college.
Yue Jing is such a teacher. She is twenty-four years old, fair and beautiful, and very popular among students.
"It's none of your business, go out." Yue Jing waved the students out.
"Teacher, I still have a question that I don't understand." Fu Xiaotang stared at Fang Jing, his eyes unblinking and smiling sweetly.
Yue Jing: "I asked you to come here to make up for your homework."