The Daily Life of Being the Campus Idol’s Fake Boyfriend

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"Hey, or else, are you my boyfriend?"

Ling could hear the words in front of him and he couldn't believe his ears when he asked this sentence with a low voice.

That is the person he has been in love for for a few years. At this moment, the other side slightly hooked his lips, and there was an unpredictable embarrassment in his smile. The deep scorpion looked at him with a good look.

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001. First meeting

Ling Ke saw Qi Feng for the first time in the summer of his graduation from elementary school.

I still remember that the temperature was surprisingly high in the summer, and the sun was like a fire. He took the subway to the music school to take the amateur piano level 8 exam. When he got to the place, he was so hot that he was soaked.

Into the waiting room, Ling can find a position to sit down, turn over the music, recall those skills that will be focused on, especially the Kramer's "21 Etude."

This song is very fast, mainly training the right hand of the three or four fingers. These three fingers are precisely the weakest points of Ling Ke. The wheel fingers often play wrong when they practice. He tries to tap the finger on the table. Do a small amount of practice.

Just then, there was a sudden bang, and a boy who was older was sitting down.

The boy wore a beautiful black dress, the small vest wrapped around the waist, a black hair combed neatly, with a jade-like complexion, although the age is small, the palm of his face is not fully open, but he The handsome five senses have been able to draw the prototype of the handsome guy. Coupled with a pair of natural eyes with laughter, it will take a few years to become a star-like character.

Ling Ke looked at him for two seconds. He had never seen such a beautiful person before, and he was inexplicably nervous.

"Hey." The man looked at him with a smile and asked, "What is your name?"

There is a very good smell on the other side, a touch of fragrance, not knowing whether it is from clothes or hair.

Ling can think of his T-shirt, which is almost soaked by sweat, afraid to make the other person uncomfortable, and subconsciously leaned over to the side.

Instead, the man got closer and took the initiative to introduce himself: "My name is 戚枫."

"My name is Ling Ke." He whispered.

Yan Feng’s face opened with a big smile, stretched his neck and asked: “How old are you this year?”

His beautiful cat-like scorpion swept the waiting room and turned back to stare at Ling Kedao: "I see you as old as I am, have you graduated from elementary school?"

Ling Ke's character in front of people is somewhat introverted. I didn't expect this person to be so familiar. It seems that it is like your old friend to meet with you for the first time. People are completely resistant!

"I... graduated, just graduated this year." Ling Kedao.

Yan Feng said happily: "Wow, I am also awkward! What elementary school did you originally belong to? Where did you read in junior high school? Have you studied piano for a few years?"

The other car asked so many questions, Ling did not know which one to say first.

After rationalizing his thoughts, he reported his elementary school and his junior high school, and said: "I started to learn piano in the second grade, and it has been five years."

It is not too early to learn the piano in the second grade. Many people have started basic training from kindergarten, and they can finish the tenth grade before they graduate from elementary school.

Yan Feng also took the initiative to talk about his own school. Ling did not hear it. He asked: "Where is that? Is it good?"

Yan Feng scratched his head and said: "Private, there are fewer people. I don't know much about it. I have never been to anything else, but my mother said that this is the best school that our city can go to. She I don't want to let me go abroad so early."

Ling can listen to it. "Going abroad" is still a distant thing for him of this age. He suddenly felt the gap between himself and Yan Feng.

Yan Feng also said that there are some interesting things happening in the school, such as the foreign teachers who love bragging, the rich extracurricular activities, and the outdoor teaching from time to time...

Ling can't help but envy, this school is more interesting than their primary school.

After talking for a while, Yan Feng’s attention was drawn by his grading score, and he reached out and said: “Wow, it’s so bad, you’re sure to play well!”

Ling Ke said: "General."

Yan Feng raised one eyebrow: "Hey, less modest."

It’s really not modest, it’s true. His piano teacher always said that his talent is average, but the teacher knows what he is learning for, and he doesn’t have much demand.

"What song do you choose?" Yan Feng asked him to directly flip his examination book. The oldest page must be a regular bomb. He quickly concluded that he "had the same as Schubert." ”

Ling Ke was paying attention to his hand when he looked at his score.

The person who plays the piano will always subconsciously go to see the hands of his peers. In particular, Ling Ke’s little finger is a short cut. The natural weakness makes him particularly concerned about the gap between himself and others.

Yan Feng’s hand is very beautiful. Although she is only a teenager, she has been born clean and slender. If his piano teacher meets, he will surely praise the phrase “born piano player”.

"Hey, would you like to go to the Conservatory in the future?" Feng Feng asked casually.

Ling Ke’s thoughts were interrupted and he said almost without hesitation: “I don’t want to.”

Test music school? It is better to kill him!

Since the second grade of elementary school, Ling Ke has never had a relaxing summer vacation. Every year in July and August, he stays at home and repeats those monotonous examinations over and over again. In the past five years, his enthusiasm for the piano has been exhausted by these boring exercises. Now I just want to finish the task as soon as possible. I will never touch the piano again in this life!

Yan Feng was a little surprised: "What do you do with the piano?" Without waiting for Ling, he suddenly replied and asked himself, "I know, just learn to play... then you don't need to test." Ah, the exam track is too boring."

Ling can helplessly confess: "No, it is for the senior high school entrance examination."

Yan Feng is even more puzzled: "Additional points?"

Ling can explain a few words briefly. Yan Feng commented: "Ah? What does that mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything..." Ling did not want to force it, nor did he deliberately disguise his dislike of playing the piano. But I don't know why, looking at the "exquisitely dressed" Yan Feng, Ling Ke was ashamed for the first time to say such a reason for learning the piano.

The other party is so formal, it should be very different from yourself...

Ling Ke took a look at Feng Feng, and his doubts circling his heart blurted out: "Are you wearing this so hot?"

Yan Feng bowed his neck and bowed his neck. He smiled bitterly: "I don't want to wear it, but my teacher said that every time you play in front of a person, you should be a formal performance, so you must take it seriously... Hey, hot. There is no way."

The strange thing is that Feng Feng said it was hot, but his face was clean and he didn't sweat at all.

"No. 7 candidate, Li Xu," came the door of the staff's mechanical call, "the next No. 8 candidate, Ling Ke, prepared."

Lingke suddenly got nervous: "It’s coming to me." After that, I didn’t have any thoughts to chat with Yan Feng.

Yan Feng looked at him with his chin on one hand, and said carelessly: "If you are fast moving into the examination room, don't think too much, relax, the teacher will not eat."

Ling can not listen to it, sit for a while and feel urgency, let Yan Feng help look at his own things, and quickly went to the toilet.

In a blink of an eye, it took ten minutes to pass. After Ling Ke came back, Yan Feng handed the score to him with a smile and said: "Come on."

Ling Ke: "Well, thank you."

Cramer's "Ect. 21", he really made a mistake twice, but the last two songs are still smooth, especially Schubert's "Improvement", which is the most straightforward one he has trained.

Should... can you pass?

Ling Ke took a sigh of relief and walked out of the examination room, hesitating whether to go to accompany Feng Feng for a while. There are not many people behind me, and I don’t know who is the first few.

But when he walked to the waiting room, the staff stopped him and whispered: "You have finished the classmates?"

Ling can refer to the direction of the waiting room, and he said: "I... wait for someone."

The staff ruthlessly said: "When you wait, go outside."

Ling can only voluntarily hold the score to leave the examination room.

The sun outside was poisonous and spicy. He waited for half an hour in the shade and did not see the maple.

Ling Ke’s line of sight was not on the black car that was parked across the road, only to see the body paint shining brightly under the light.

He remembered what happened two hours ago. At that time, he had just arrived at the entrance of the Conservatory. At the entrance, he was always the person who took the exam. He held the fast-sounding music sheet and watched the examination room in front of the signboard. Location, a black car suddenly came over.

There are a lot of people, Ling can only rush into that direction, and see a boy wearing a costume, not in mind.

Later, I met Yan Feng in the waiting room, and he took the initiative to pick up the car. Then I saw the car now, Ling Ke only connected them together.

The person who came down from the car seemed to be Feng Feng.

After all, such a hot day is still wearing a performance suit to test, the second can not be found in the crowd.

"Wow, Bentley!" At this moment, a sudden exclamation came from the side, interrupting Ling Ke's thoughts.

A few of the accompanying children passed the test and the parents passed by. An adult pointed at the car across the street and said: "Is that the car that sent the candidates?"

Another parent echoed: "Yeah, I just saw it. Hey, the children of the rich are so focused on education, and our children can't lose on the starting line."

The child looked up innocently and asked: "Mom, is there no money in our family?"

Parents said: "If you don't have money, you can sell iron to let you learn. If you study hard, it is a reward for us. Do you know?"

The child "hmm", squinted slightly, glanced at the car with a happy look.

The hot temperature quickly polished the patience of Ling Ke, making him somewhat frustrated.

Hey, what if I waited for Feng Feng? At most, I asked each other "How is the test?" He is a child of a wealthy family. Maybe after he is separated today, he will never meet again.

Thinking about this, Ling Ke smashed his head and turned away.

At dinner, Ling Ke reported to the parents about the examination, and was curious: "Dad, Mom, what is ‘Bentley’?”

Lingmu took a piece of meat into his bowl and said: "It's a brand-name car... Where did you hear it?"

Ling Ke sipped his mouth and said: "Today's grading, there is a boy who is about the same size as me. It is a Bentley car."

Lingfu pushed the glasses and calmly said: "Oh, that should be very rich at home, Bentley is not affordable for the average person."

Ling Ke “oh” and said: “The man is going to school at ‘Desheng International’. Do you know that school?”

Lingmu and Lingfu looked at each other. Deyin International is a well-known private school in the local area. They have been heard by students who have been admitted to overseas famous schools and reported to TV.

Lingmu looked at Ling Ke and took the lead: "I heard that the tuition fees there are more than 100,000 a year, which is equivalent to the income of our family for half a year. Even if you want to go, the burden is too great."

Ling Ke: "..." He did not say that he wanted to go.

Then Lingfu said: "Small, the resource allocation of this society is not average, some people have good birth conditions, some people have poor birth conditions, we are less than enough, but more than enough. Your grades are excellent, parents still train you. Learning piano has been better than many people, so you don’t need to be inferior..."

Ling can listen more and more, what is with what, who is inferior.

But Ling’s words are still going on, and Tang’s chanting is like, oh, endless.

Ling can be impatient when he hears it. He hurriedly ate the meal and put the tableware on the table. "I am going back to the room."

Close the door, Ling can lie down on the bed, slowly calm down, and the appearance of 戚枫 again appears in front of his eyes.

He remembered the smiling face that the other party had come over and said that when he was "less modest," he raised his eyebrows and smirked, and looked through the long lashes of the natural roll that hang down during the score, and the beautiful hands.

He also remembered the faint scent of the other person and the arrogant temperament that was difficult to describe in words, which made him inexplicably illusory - but eager to look forward to.

Because he has never touched like Feng Feng since he was young, so...

There are no more advanced adjectives in his dictionary, so use "cool" to describe it.

Compared with that person, he and his friends are like a group of briquettes.

Now he knows where this gap comes from.

The attitude of passers-by from the entrance to the Conservatory of Music comes from the tone of Ling’s father.

He was only thirteen years old. He didn't need to think about the deep problem of the social class. But the adults actually gave him a lesson and forced him to accept. He and Yu Feng are essentially two world people. .

Ling can blink his eyes, his heart is very uncomfortable, and some are not convinced.

Just because they don't have a car at home, and they can't afford a private school, can he and Yan Feng not make friends?

Why?

Blowing cold air conditioning, Ling Ke's heart is like a heavy boulder.

Ling mother came in with a small plate of fruit and saw her son lying on the bed, thinking he was still angry.

She sighed and put the fruit bowl on the desk. She said softly: "Small, don't think about it, take a break for two days after the exam, have time to look at the new textbook, and strive for a junior high school to keep your grades. Believe in yourself. In the future, you will not be worse than the kind of children."

Ling Kezhen ignorant, I feel that his mother's words are not right, but it seems to be a bit reasonable.

He sighed low, sat up from the bed, glanced at the piano that had not been cleaned up, and got up and stuffed it under the bench.

To be honest, he still regretted that he hadn’t waited for a while in the evening and didn’t say goodbye to the other party.

But now it seems that there is no need to regret it at all. It is right for him to take a step first.

He did not know that in the subtle influence, his desire to make friends was so violently twisted into the desire to compete.

A few months later, Ling received an eight-level certificate, and the score of the test was not taken out.

It wasn't until a year later that he successfully finished the amateur piano tenth level and sorted out the piano scores before he pulled out the crumpled eight-level examination book.

Turning over, just to the last page of Schubert's "Improvement", Ling was surprised to find that when I didn't know when I was written a faint pencil word -

"My Q number: 6868XXX, go back and add my friend! - 戚枫"

[small episode]

Yan Feng: "I haven't added my Q for a year, so good!"