when i have experience

Chapter 29 The rooftop is a bit cold in summer (Happy New Year's Eve everyone!)
"Wow, Chen Xing sings so well! He can also play the guitar!" Mu Ruonan's eyes were the same as seeing his family lying on the grass every day in the sun, and the pigs that had to be stuffed into their mouths when they were being fed were suddenly able to fly. A pig can fly!

Song Yu's expression was similar, except that she was a little happy, happy that Chen Xing was great.

"Brother Xing can do it, awesome!" Li Xin and Xu Wei stood up and shouted at Chen Xing on the stage, attracting the attention of the surrounding people.Chen Xing looked at the two brothers and smiled, then smiled and nodded to a teacher in the judges' seat.

The teacher also smiled at him. The judge teacher was Ling Xin, a beautiful school girl from Hong Kong No. [-] Middle School. She probably knew Chen Xing's financial situation the most in the audience. Where did he practice guitar?Where did he find the time to practice guitar?He goes to school in the morning, construction site in the afternoon, and he can still practice guitar?

Is this a little too much?Evening time is also crammed?Is he an iron man?Ling Xin was really a little convinced by this big boy, and also felt a little distressed.

As a teacher, she knows all too well what the students of this age are doing, carefree student life, enjoying the love of their parents but not cherishing and rebellious, but that is what the students are naive and full of at this time. Wanton youth.

This is not the case in Chen Xing's youth, too many things make him busy with life at this age, besides, he is also working hard in other aspects.

This is something that many working adults fail to do.

Chen Xing returned to the backstage with the guitar, and the applause continued for a few seconds.

The only one off the stage who didn't applaud and didn't want to applaud at all was Sun Xin. His eyes were facing the stage, but there was no focus in his pupils at all, only a void.

How could this be?Isn't the plot right?How could Chen Xing sing this song?How can he play the guitar?
Sun Xin felt that he had encountered a ghost. How could this happen? It shouldn’t be. Sun Xin stood up without a word, and left the gymnasium alone. His back looked a little shaky.

"Chen Xing, you sing so well." He Xin, who came on stage before Chen Xing, felt like she was meeting Chen Xing for the first time.Regardless of whether Chen Xing wanted to show off his skills, as long as he really showed off, it would be cowhide.

"You sing very well, too." Chen Xing was well versed in business bragging, and immediately responded.

The two chatted for a few more words before returning to their class' auditorium in the gymnasium from the backstage.

"Brother Xing, here." Li Xin waved to Chen Xing, and they reserved a place for Chen Xing.

As soon as Chen Xing took his seat, he was bombarded with messages from everyone.

"Damn it, Brother Xing, you are so good at playing the guitar. If you didn't tell me earlier, the brothers are still worried about you."

"Chen Xing, when did you learn the guitar!"

"Chen Xing, you sing very well."

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"Hey, it's not okay, it's not okay." Chen Xing waved his hand and said "modestly".

Soon the next contestant came on stage, and everyone stopped talking. After listening to the contestants' songs, they all sang ordinary songs. There were no alternative contestants like Chen Xing, and soon all the contestants finished singing.

The host asked the audience to wait on the stage, while the judges were counting the scores, removing the highest score and the lowest score in the old-fashioned way, and then taking the average score.

"Okay, we have calculated the final result here." The hostess took a piece of paper and came to the stage with a standardized smile on her face, "Then announce the results of the competition and win our No.3 , is the classmate He Xin who has been walking in the rain singing."

The audience applauded.

After the applause stopped, the host continued, "No.2 is Cheng An who sings in third person."

The same routine, the audience applauded.

"And the champion of our singing competition this time is Chen Xing, who sings Wuxin!"

The audience applauded.

The singing competition here is coming to an end, and Sun Xin over there is on the roof again. He walks bumpily and comes to the edge of the roof. Looking at the same scenery as at noon, his mood is completely different.

With the wind blowing, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with trembling hands, took out one from the inside, put it in his mouth and lit it, and looked at the houses in the distance with confusion in his eyes.

In summer, Sun Xin standing on the rooftop actually felt a little cold.

Phew, Sun Xin took a long puff of smoke, and the smoke was blown onto his face by the wind, causing him to lose his vision. He remembered a line from his favorite Infernal Affairs.

"We are constantly on the road, forgetting the way out, and pursuing occasional satisfaction in disappointment. We are all extricating ourselves from the pain of waking up in our dreams and wandering in the dim light.

This road of revenge can't be finished week after week, and he, Sun Xin, has returned to the starting point.He was a little tired from walking this way.

Jingling bell~~The bell echoed in this school, ending the study time for this day.

Hua Yueting came to say that she and An Xiaoxiao could take the guitar back tonight, so that he didn't have to memorize it, and he was happy not to see that perverted uncle, so naturally he happily agreed.

Seeing him agreeing so readily, Hua Yueting also breathed a sigh of relief, everyone is really good.

Another two days passed peacefully, and Chen Xing did not punish Sun Xin for tripping him up. He would not do such a thing. His attitude towards school violence was very clear. He hated it, even if it was Sun Xin. Even if Xin did such a thing, he would not do anything to Sun Xin because of it.

Two days later, Chen Xing practiced boxing until his energy was exhausted, and he was lying on the grass outside his house panting heavily. Although his mind was terribly dizzy, Chen Xing was in a happy mood. He practiced every day for so many days to death. This boxing skill Finally reached level two.

Information in the brain:
Boxing Level 2
Proficiency 2/120
Chen Xing closed his eyes, and information began to flow from his mind. He was already a little familiar with this feeling. When he opened his eyes again, the scattered vision refocused, and a smile appeared on Chen Xing's sweaty face. He got More boxing information, including some combination boxing and more refined and varied basic skills, as well as some training methods.

For example, the most common rope skipping, pear ball, boxing speed ball, punching bag, hand target, and the air strike that Chen Xing has been doing these days. Air attack is a unique training method for confrontational sports. fist.

But air strikes alone are far from enough, other training must also keep up, now Chen Xing has a bit of a headache, rope skipping can be solved, but what about the others?The economy is not very supportive, he still needs money in many places.

This skill can't let him learn boxing directly, he has to practice everything by himself, which is too tiring. I knew that learning embroidery would be a good choice. I don't need to be tired like a dog every day, no, the dog is obviously not tired at all.

Chen Xing struggled to get up, and walked unsteadily to his sea view room where the air was leaking.

No matter how tired you were like a dog the day before, you still have to raise your energy to face life the next day.When Chen Xing came to the breakfast shop, he was already very familiar with the boss.

"Are you eating wontons today?" the boss asked with a smile.

"The boss understands me, add more coriander." Chen Xing put the money on the table.

When the wontons were ready, there were too many people eating breakfast and there was no table to sit on. Chen Xing asked the boss for a small wooden bench and a higher plastic stool. He sat on the small wooden bench and put the wontons on the plastic table. on the bench.

Chen Xing's rare operation immediately attracted the rest of the people who bought breakfast. Chen Xing didn't have the awareness that he was a teenager who was in his youth and paid the most attention to his image, so he just ate like this. eat.

In the beginning, wonton was a kind of sealed steamed stuffed bun without seven orifices, so it was called "hundun". Later, it was called "wonton". At that time, there was no difference between wonton and dumplings. It was not until later that wonton became popular in the south that it had an independent style. .

Chen Xing was eating his breakfast beautifully. A light gray precious dog - the Chinese Garden Dog walked slowly in front of him. Chen Xing looked up and saw that the light gray Chinese Garden Dog was not big in size and looked a bit mournful. Not fat, not thin, listless, Chen Xing knew it was a stray dog ​​at a glance.

Having been a stray dog ​​for so many years, he felt that he still has some authority in evaluating a stray dog.

You came to the wrong place. At most, I’ll give you some coriander. Chen Xing shook his head and was about to continue eating his breakfast, but he found that the dog’s slightly mournful head was a little close to his wonton, because he put the wonton on the on the plastic stool so the dog can still touch his ravioli.

Chen Xing frowned and wanted to move his stool, away from this frustrated dog, he still wanted to eat more in the morning.But what he saw next completely surpassed what he had known and seen for so many years,
The dog couldn't resist coming up to eat his wontons, the dog sneezed!
Hearing the sound of "Ah Sneeze", Chen Xing felt his world collapsed. The dog walked over slowly and sneezed on his wonton? ? !

As if he wanted to prove to Chen Xing that he was right just now, "Ah Choo." The dog sneezed on the bowl of wonton again, and Chen Xing's disposable spoon fell to the ground.

Looking at the dejected dog, it stuck out its tongue and licked its mouth. It didn't move, and it didn't eat the bowl of wonton that was close at hand. The dejected face just looked at Chen Xing, drooping Tail.

Chen Xing's world view was shattered, isn't it, can it still be like this?He stared blankly at the dog, and the dog just stared at him dejectedly.

Chen Xing finally gave up thinking about why he would end up being bullied by a dog. He would definitely not be able to eat this wonton. He took a disposable paper bowl, poured the wonton into it and put it on the ground.

When Chen Xing went to get the bowl, the dog didn't even move the wonton in front of it. When Chen Xing put the paper bowl on the ground, it moved its mouth slowly, not in a hurry, and tasted it slowly.

Why does Chen Xing feel like the dog's servant?Something's wrong, it's obviously the wontons I bought with money, do you eat plain rice?

(End of this chapter)