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Chapter 463 Going to School

"Who is this ugly girl? It was the first time I saw such an ugly person. Why are you showing me this?"

"You don't think it's me, do you? Joke, I used to be like this, with a snot in my nose, hahaha, you're so humorous."

"Stop pretending, this is you!" Chen stared into Fang Hui's eyes, Chen Qi said seriously: "I checked a lot of information, if I don't check, I don't know, so you have been on TV before."

"Fang Hui, you've hidden it deep enough, but your previous appearance was really too haha...pretty."

Letting go of the hand holding Chen Qi's hair, Fang Hui smiled lightly and said, "You can eat 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 research every day? Don't say that the person inside is not me, so what if I am?"

"It's really not you?" Chen Qi didn't believe it.It's Rongcheng again, and it's Fang Hui again. How can there be so many coincidences in the world?

The key is to take a photo with Fang Jing yesterday. Although the person who took the photo was a little far away, he can generally see the person in the picture.

"No!" Fang Hui denied it vehemently, "Don't ask me any more, my family doesn't have much money, and I live with relatives in Shanghai. I received all kinds of stares, and I was almost kicked out yesterday."

"You also quickly deleted the photos, especially the ones in Metamorphosis. I feel sad looking at that poor girl, it's pitiful."

"Understood!" Chen Qi nodded heavily, and whispered, "I won't say it."

Fennel...

"Hahaha!" Lin Qiuyue couldn't help laughing.

"The rest of my life"

"Blizzard is You"

"Bland is you"

"Poverty is also you"

In the musical instrument room, Fang Jing sang while playing the guitar. Sitting opposite him was Yang Ning, wearing a large white shirt with half-exposed shoulders.

The slightly hoarse voice was full of magnetism and stories. Fang Jing blushed while singing, looked at Yang Ning affectionately, and said slowly, "Is it all right? It's been more than an hour, and my fingers are numb."

I don't know why, maybe it was a whim, Yang Ning insisted on listening to him sing early in the morning, saying that she used to sing for others, and she hadn't listened to it alone.

Without further ado, Fang Jing picked up the guitar and began to play and sing. Now he feels that his fingers are not in control, and if he continues, he will evolve into eagle fingers.

"Okay, that's fine." Yang Ning nodded lightly, "What do you think about your head, why are there so many good songs? No one else can think of it even if they break their heads."

"It's not that I can't figure it out, I have to die one time, and then drink a few mouthfuls of Mengpo soup when I cross the Naihe bridge."

"Hahaha, you mean you remember it in your previous life?"

"You can understand that too."

Putting away the guitar, Fang Jing carefully closed the box and looked around. This room is full of musical instruments, erhu, piano, cello, drum kit...

Some were given by others, and some were bought by him.

In order to learn these musical instruments, I even found a teacher to teach them.

It is enough for a person to specialize in one musical instrument for a lifetime, and he is not greedy for more, but as a porter in the music industry, there are some things that you don't have to know, but you must know.

Otherwise, in the future, if someone asks me, “Bah, what are the characteristics and difficulties of the erhu, and I don’t know anything about it, it will be embarrassing.”

Seeing that some musical instruments were stained with dust, he found a towel, Fang Jing wiped them off one by one, and muttered, "Fang Hui is too lazy, let him clean up for me, but he only cleans my room."

"I learned 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's going to get married in the future. When she goes to someone else's house, she can do nothing and fight with her mother-in-law?"

Blinking her eyes, Yang Ning 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 live their own lives."

"I'm not worried about her. She's living well while you're not here. You'll be lazy when you come back. By the way, it's been so long since you've been back. It's time for you to work."

When it came to business, Yang Ning put away her smiling face, "Tomorrow you will go with me. The Lihai Music High School has been waiting for you for a long time. Now that the students are almost on vacation and I haven't seen you yet, you are a bit incompetent as a teacher."

Curling his lips, Fang Jing was speechless: "It's almost the holidays, what else should I do? Can't I go there when school starts?"

Lihai Music Attached Middle School, this is the music school where he works. Although he is an elective teacher, he still has to take a few classes in a semester. He was delayed because of the filming of the Red Sea operation.

"Start school? Do you have time to start school? Your work pile will not be finished until the end of the year. If you don't pass now, I doubt that your group of students will not be able to see you after graduation."

"Okay, let's go, when you have class, you can ask over there to coordinate."

"It's almost there!"

Post the photos I just took on Fang Jing's Weibo, and Yang Ning wrote the words "cleaning up", and there was a reply within a few minutes.

"It's no wonder that Fang Jing has become popular until now, and he still hasn't put down his music after so much money."

"It's luck for a person to be popular for a while, and it's strength to be popular for so long. By the way, who took this picture? It seems to be a sneak shot."

"The sniper is determined, and the person who saw the photographer showing his toes is not a man!"

"Don't guess, everyone, maybe it's a secretary or something. The boss doesn't have many secretaries these days."

……

January NO.14, Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province, Lihai Music High School, a few days before the exam, Fang Jing came to take the last elective class.

The school is not a company. Instead of wearing a suit, he chose a black casual windbreaker with a sweater inside, black pants, and black leather shoes.

For the two o'clock class in the afternoon, Fang Jing arrived at one o'clock. The headmaster received him and distributed a book on the history of Chinese classical music, asking him to go to the office for a rest first, and then go to the classroom at two o'clock.

"Hello, teacher!" Fang Jing faltered as soon as he arrived at the office, seeing a teacher shouting at the students inside, he stood in the corner and bowed without saying a word.

I don't know why, usually he is very courageous, and it is not unreasonable to jump over the wall and jump the dormitory when he is studying, but when he enters the office, his heart beats and his legs tremble.

After so many years, he thought that time had worn away his timidity, but he was still the same when he arrived at the office.

"Which class...Fang Jing! Sit down quickly." Seeing Fang Jing, the female teacher put away her ferocious face and hurriedly came to a chair with a narrowed smile.

The students in the Music Attached Middle School are all seventeen or eighteen years old, similar to ordinary high schools. Many teachers are young, and some even just graduated from university.

Yue Jing is such a teacher. She is 24 years old, fair and beautiful, and very popular with students.

"It's none of your business, go out." Waving her hands, Yue Jing waved the students out.

"Teacher, I still don't understand a question." Staring at Fang Jing, Fu Xiaotang didn't blink his eyes and smiled sweetly.

Yue Jing: "I asked you to do homework."

(End of this chapter)