MTL - Low Key Star-Chapter 23 [023] Poetry can also be a program

  Chapter 23 [023] Poetry can also be used as a program

  Qingcheng Library, in the spacious and bright hall on the third floor, occasionally there will be the sound of flipping books, footsteps or lowered voices, but the overall atmosphere is still quiet, making it easy for people to enter a state of concentration and seriousness.

   Zhang Yang sat upright at the table, with his back straight, his eyes fixed, his expression seemed to be thinking about something, and he was very focused and serious at first glance. Even if it was placed in a library promotional video, this picture is very good.

It's just that he knows his own affairs, he can't wait to get under the rug at the moment, and at the same time he secretly cursed that he was a natural good man, it was the same in his last life, and it will be the same in this life, he only has eyes for whoever he likes, seeing such a beautiful girl It didn't leave any impression.

  This is not good, it has to be changed, good men don't fall for good, scumbags have a future!

  Look at the thirty-eight-bed family. On the wedding night, he had a bridal chamber with the bridesmaid. His legs were all broken. Isn't he lying on the bed with his mobile phone and playing with his sister?

   But it's not easy to be a scumbag, just trying to take a step and sprained his foot, now it's all right, in Tang Yanqi's mind, his original glorious and stalwart image probably has almost collapsed, right?

  Such a beautiful girl, I have completely lost my destiny... I feel so sorry for her.

  Anyway, the uncooked rice was already stewed. Zhang Yang thought about it for a while, but couldn't come up with a better remedy, so he simply gave up and read the book carefully. Maybe he could leave an impression on her of being calm and serious about studying.

He managed to forget the embarrassing incident just now, read two pages seriously, and suddenly handed a lollipop in front of him, looked up, Tang Yanqi's innocent and beautiful face had a sweet smile on his face, and there was a smile on his left cheek. Shallow dimples, sweet and intoxicating.

  She lowered her voice and asked, "Senior, do you want it?"

  Zhang Yang wanted to shake his head subconsciously. He didn't like lollipops, but when he moved his head, he immediately changed his mind. Realizing that he shouldn't refuse, he took it and said with a smile, "Thank you."

   Tang Yanqi smiled, picked up the lollipop on his desk, easily tore off the wrapping paper under Zhang Yang's disappointed eyes, put the lollipop in his mouth tightly, bowed his head and continued to do his homework seriously.

   Zhang Yang was a little depressed, thinking that she would not be able to tear it apart and asked him to help. It seemed that the lollipop was purely polite, not to help him ease the embarrassment.

   Well, I’m actually not embarrassed. To flirt with a girl, you always start with being rejected. What’s so embarrassing about it?

   And don't you already know her name and mobile phone number?

  The purpose is all achieved, the process is not important at all!

  He was not in a hurry to eat. He read two more pages and took a sip of water. Seeing that Tang Yanqi was still doing his homework seriously, he tore off the wrapping paper of the lollipop and put it in his mouth while looking at her.

  Orange flavored.

  Time passed slowly and quickly. When it was close to noon, Zhang Yang was writing down the symbols of the five-line notation and numbered notation. Tang Yanqi put down his pen and began to pack his things. He said softly, "Senior, I'm leaving first."

   Zhang Yang raised his head and showed her a gentle and handsome smile, "Goodbye."

   Tang Yanqi waved his hand, turned around and left with his schoolbag on his back, and soon someone sat in her seat.

   Zhang Yang found that his interest in studying suddenly dropped, and asked Luoshen: "How long is it until today?"

   "Eight hours."

   "Isn't it only four hours in total? Even if the time for wandering and teasing girls is deducted, I have been sitting here for two hours, right?"

"Reading "Shooting the Condor" adds an hour and 21 minutes, and yesterday still owed three hours, and the poetry consultation adds two hours and 20 minutes, so your music theory study time today is ten hours and forty-one minutes, and even Counting all your reading time as effective time, it is only two hours and twenty-seven minutes, which is still eight hours and fourteen minutes away."

   "So I have to thank you for erasing a fraction?"

"Um."

   Zhang Yang didn't bother to scold her, so he memorized these symbols, stretched himself, and prepared to eat something.

  He took out his mobile phone on the road, and quickly found the strange number that Zhang Wei had texted him before, saved it in his contacts, and noted "Tang Yanqi".

  Peaches and plums don't say anything, is it self-inflicted?

The fee for borrowing books from the library is very low, and returning them within two months is free. However, there are still three shops that operate for a fee on the first floor, namely a milk tea shop, a coffee shop and a bakery. The prices are not expensive, but Zhang Yang has no intention of eating them. I found a snack bar outside the library, ate a bowl of noodles, and then came back to continue paying off the debt.

  During the period, I took a nap for 20 minutes, and then I kept reading until after four o'clock, before Zhang Yang stretched his muscles, packed up his things, threw the trash away at you, and then left the library to take the bus home.

  Taking advantage of the missed lessons on the way, Zhang Yang still owed Luoshen three and a half hours when he returned home, that is to say, if he didn’t make up lessons tonight, he would have seven and a half hours tomorrow.

   Zhang Yang really hoped that this would also provide a number portability service, but there was no substitute candidate at all. Thinking of being exploited like this in the future, he had the urge to give up martial arts novels.

   "I don't think it's fair. Whether it's martial arts or poetry, I'm not doing it for myself. By then, both of us will benefit. Don't you feel blush when you exploit me like this?"

   "I let you learn music, don't you benefit from it?"

"Uh…"

   "Don't you blush when you question me like this?"

   Zhang Yang felt that the rhythm was a bit out of place, "Don't you want to exploit me with a confident and even aggrieved tone, okay?"

   "It's okay for me to be wronged, the key is that you can't slack off."

   "..."

   Zhang Yang's cell phone rang twice. He took it over and looked at it. He suddenly felt a jump in his heart, but he quickly calmed down.

  Tang Yanqi: "I'm going out for dinner with my classmates, please help me tell my parents that I will be home before eight o'clock.—Zhang Wei"

   Zhang Yang murmured to himself, wondering if Tang Yanqi would tell Zhang Wei what happened in the library, but he didn't really care, as long as his parents didn't know.

  If Zhang Wei dares to laugh at himself, he will save Tang Yanqi's mobile phone number as a boy's name later, and then sue his mother, maybe there will be rewards...

  He talked to his parents, then went back to his room to do his homework.

  When Zhang Wei came home, Zhang Yang and the others had already finished their dinner. Zhang Shouyi was writing a manuscript in the study, ready to send it to an educational magazine. Zhang Yang and his mother were watching the advertisement in the middle of "Sound Super League".

  Zhang Wei washed his face, then sat down on the sofa, and secretly asked Zhang Yang: "Brother, I heard Xiao Qi said that you are reading music books in the library. Why, do you want to learn to sing?"

   Zhang Yang knew that Tang Yanqi didn't tell her embarrassing things when she asked her this question. He let out a "huh" and said calmly: "Study is no longer a challenge for me, so I have to expand into other fields."

Zhang Wei's grades are not bad, but they are not as good as Zhang Yang's. It is difficult to get into the No. 2 Middle School, so he was often urged by his parents. Seeing him so frightened, he grabbed a magazine and put it on his head Knocked once, and then went back to the room angrily.

   Two minutes later, he came back to watch TV again, angrily refusing to talk to Zhang Yang.

  The book has already been borrowed, so Zhang Yang didn't go to the library the next day, and was forced to read at home to catch up with homework.

  Come to the classroom on Monday, Zhang Yang found a slightly abnormal thing during the break: there seemed to be more students listening to the song.

After the second class, Lian Lin was still listening to music with his earphones on. Zhang Yang finally couldn't help asking, and then remembered that he had seen it in the hospital news. album.

Zhang Yang's mobile phone can't listen to songs online, so after Lin Yiran finished listening, he borrowed her mobile phone to listen to two songs, and couldn't help feeling worried. Singing skills, compare yourself with others?

   Just like being in awe of poetry, Zhang Yang has never set foot in the field of music in his previous life, and he has no way to imagine what it would be like to sing, and he is very guilty about the future...I feel that I can't even sing with my voice!

  The final exam will start on Wednesday, and everyone is studying intensively. Lin Suyuan seems to be one of the top singers in the music world, but the impact of the new album on the class is limited to some students listening to the song for a while during the break.

   It wasn't until after school at noon that Zhang Yang came back from lunch that he heard some classmates discussing this matter.

  Lin still didn't go home, and had lunch in the school cafeteria. After returning to the classroom, he chatted with Liu Chan, Wang Shanshan and other acquainted friends, and also mentioned Lin Suyuan's new song.

  A few girls were chattering, and then it seemed that they were talking about the Music Super League, and Lin Yiran said: "It would be great if Shici could also do such a program."

  (end of this chapter)