Experience the God of Life

Chapter 44 [I just want to write and write songs quietly]

Yan Zhaozhao and Xiao Xiong were sitting next to the Mercedes-Benz S65 in Jiangji, each holding a crepe.

As soon as Yan Zhaozhao opened his mouth to bite down, he saw Jiang Ji appearing, with a little surprise on his pretty face.

The small face is bulging, like a hamster that was found by the owner for stealing melon seeds.

"It's you again?! You really linger."

When Xiao Xiong met Jiang Ji, he had a bad tone, with a scornful look of "I knew you would be like this" on his face with smoky makeup.

"Jiang, cough cough, Jiang Ji"

Yan Zhaozhao swallowed the crepe too quickly and coughed.

It took a long time to recover, his face could not help but become angry, and he said to the little bear beside him: "Little bear, what did you promise me just now?"

Little Xiong curled his lips, looking at Jiang Ji even more disgusted.

Jiang Ji smiled helplessly, and said, "Did you misunderstand something? I just happened to pass by."

"Passing by? Hehe, then you can continue passing by now."

Bear snorted.

"There is a small problem."

As Jiang Ji said, he took out the key of the Mercedes-Benz S65 from his pocket, and then pressed it.

"Drip!"

The headlights of the Mercedes-Benz S65 turned on, and the sound of unlocking startled the two girls.

The two girls each took a few steps back.

They all looked at Jiang Ji in surprise.

Jiang Ji smiled slightly and said, "You are blocking my way."

"Here, is this your car?"

Although the two women couldn't recognize what kind of car it was, they could certainly recognize the Mercedes-Benz logo.

And it doesn't look like a cheap car.

In the minds of the two women, Jiang Ji has always been regarded as a college student with a relatively ordinary family background. After all, Jiang Ji is quite ordinary in terms of dressing.

In addition, Jiang Ji worked as a part-time waiter in the manga show before. Just because of this, it is difficult to connect him with the children of rich families.

Unexpectedly, the other party is actually a hidden rich second generation?

"Or else?"

Jiang Ji stepped forward, regardless of the surprised eyes of the two girls, he put the guitar on the back seat.

Then he sat in the driver's seat, rolled down the window, and said to Yan Zhaozhao, "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow"

Yan Zhaozhao was still a little dazed, Jiang Ji, who had changed his identity, was a little caught off guard.

Jiang Ji nodded at Yan Zhaozhao, ignored the little bear beside him, and drove away directly.

Xiao Xiong only felt his cheeks were hot, looked at the back of Jiang Ji's car, and his teeth itched angrily: "He is so arrogant! Look, let me just say, he has been lying to you from the beginning to the end, obviously at home. You are very rich, but you still have to pretend to be a waiter to approach you!"

"Little Bear. He's really not a bad guy, and he didn't take the initiative to approach me."

Yan Zhaozhao didn't think that Jiang Ji was trying to get close to her. On the contrary, at the beginning, Jiang Ji disliked her because of her jumping in line.

Later, I got to the Penguin in Jiangji only after relying on my own stalking.

The most important thing is that I have been looking for him for the past two days, but he didn't reply at all!

Yan Zhaozhao sent messages to other boys, and the other boys replied in seconds!
If he hadn't met him by chance today, he might still want to keep pigeons himself.

Which boy who wants to get close to him will do this kind of honey straight man operation?
back to school.

When Jiang Ji drove past the art building, he found that there were students moving things in the exhibition hall on the first floor of the art building.

It seems that they are all moving some easels and some paintings.

This is an art exhibition.

The two paintings of Jiang Ji are among them.

It was a painting competition that Jiang Ji participated in a few days ago, and now it has reached an exhibition stage, which will last for a week.

Although the judges of the competition have already given the scores, they will still be displayed so that students can also write post-it comments.

Mobilize the enthusiasm of students to participate in activities.

The art building is where almost all art students come. Many courses are taught here. It is difficult not to attract attention if you hold an art exhibition here.

Especially for some freshmen who have just entered school, everything in the university is novel and highly involved.

However, these are not what Jiang Ji cares about.

He sent Chen Yunsheng a message on WeChat.

Then drive to the on-campus parking lot.

Go back to dorms.

Jiang Ji was quite surprised to find that his roommates were not playing games.

But there are a few more boys from other dormitories in the dormitory.

Several boys gathered around Zeng Yi's table, chatting loudly, like a group of baboons in heat.

The discussion seems to be about where to play tomorrow night.

Since there will be no classes all afternoon tomorrow and all morning the day after tomorrow, tomorrow night will be perfect.

This feeling of taking a break from a busy schedule is even more sour than having two days off on the weekend.

But the reasons why the boys were so excited were more than that.

Roommates Zeng Yi and Old Tang somehow persuaded the girls' dormitory to come out to play together tomorrow afternoon.

It was originally an activity for four or five people, but after more than an hour of fermentation, it has evolved into an activity for more than a dozen people.

"Then tomorrow afternoon to night, where are we going to play?"

"Go and sing K?"

"I agree with KTV, it's time to show my real singing voice in front of the girls!"

"Could it be that my identity as the No. [-] song king in Maomao City will be exposed tomorrow night?"

"Then I told them to go to KTV?"

As Old Tang said, he moved his fingers like flying, and typed on the keyboard.

Old Tang is also a veteran player in Zaan, and he is extremely proficient in blind typing with one hand, comparable to the world's top pianist tapping the keys.

"Then which KTV shall we go to?"

"Don't go too far, there are quite a lot of KTVs nearby."

"Then, let's go to the KTV in Gaodehui. There is also a buffet there."

"Don't, don't eat the buffet! I helped in a self-service barbecue restaurant during the summer vacation. Anyone who knows a little about the ingredients would not want to eat them."

Jiang Ji listened to the Zhenghuan discussion between his roommates and the boys in other dormitories, while he turned on the computer and took out his guitar.

He has no interest in this kind of activity at all, and he has not sung much, and he is tone deaf.

If you have that time to talk nonsense, go back to your home in Jinjie Community and watch blockbuster movies on the big screen all night, isn't it delicious?
At this time, Jiang Sheng noticed Jiang Ji playing the guitar, and was startled: "I'll go, Lao Ji, when did you buy the guitar?"

Jiang Ji: "I just bought it."

"Can you play? I've never seen you do it."

"Yes, I learned it during summer vacation."

Just defer everything to the summer vacation.

"Fuck! As expected of the King of Kings, we are still discussing where to sing karaoke, but the King of Kings has all the equipment in order."

"He's good at painting, he's handsome, and he can play the guitar, so Ma De won't let him survive?"

"This is the highest state of forcing the king, predicting the enemy's position and taking countermeasures? It's too strong."

Force King, the nickname given to Jiang Ji by the boys.

Since the last time Jiang Ji had spent two lessons in front of his classmates and teachers, he had played aggressively to attract the attention of the girls.

Afterwards, the boys gave Jiang Ji such a joking title of "Forcing King"!
Although Jiang Ji himself doesn't like this title very much.

But this stalk has already spread in the class, and he is also very helpless.

Jiang Sheng asked: "Then will you come together tomorrow night?"

Before Jiang Ji could speak, Old Tang had already answered: "Of course it's coming, Lao Ji's equipment is ready. I'll tell the girls now."

As he said that, Old Tang had already used the speed of the people of Zu'an, quickly typed a line, and sent it out.

Jiang Ji looked confused: "I didn't say I'm going, don't make decisions for me. I just want to write and write songs quietly."

"what?"

"What the hell?"

"Old Ji, what do you mean, feint?"

Jiang Ji was speechless: "I didn't say anything, I'll tell you everything. Don't make trouble, you just go, I have something to do tomorrow night."

At this moment, Old Tang suddenly let out an ah, and said, "Ah! After I told them you were going, they said they were going to call more girls to come with them!"

"Damn it! Push the king, face the cards!"

Old Tang: "Then I'm going to tell them that Lao Ji won't be going?"

"If the king is forced not to go, the girls probably won't go either."

"Don't worry, grass, there are more monks than meat."

"I'm the singer king of Mao Mao City, how can there not be a group of girls screaming in the audience?"

"Nimma, Lao Ji, don't pretend to be cold. Are you doing us any favors if you don't come this time?"

(End of this chapter)