sunny place

"Where did you go?! Oh, look at you, where did you go in this muddy body!!! I'm so hungry, I can only eat dirt?!!!" Zhou Zhen was startled when he saw Li Xiangyang covered in dirt. jumped.

But Li Xiangyang kept grinning silly and didn't speak.

"It's over, it's over, buddy, are you stupid for eating dirt..." Zhou Zhen tiptoed and reached out to touch Li Xiangyang's forehead.

"I don't have a fever! Hurry up, I'll wait for you! If you don't practice again, you won't be able to go to the bar to audition. Your grandpa's hospitalization expenses are all borne by you alone, and you don't burn as fast as he does. You bastard dad Is it really impossible to get in touch?..." Zhou Zhen has been chattering by his side.

"I met an angel just now, Xiao Zhen, it's a real angel!" Li Xiangyang interrupted him.

"You are so stupid, you are still an angel. If you continue like this, I think you will still eat shit every day..." Zhou Zhen is not tall, his eyes are small, the distance between them is too large, and his nose is also collapsed , every time he rolled his eyes at Li Xiangyang, Li Xiangyang felt that his eyes were almost completely white.

"It's true, he is very good-looking, and he doesn't know human language, so he gave me food!!! Very delicious food!!!!" The corners of Li Xiangyang's mouth kept turning up.

"It's over, I'm hallucinating, and you'll be the next one to be hospitalized, so I didn't run away..." Zhou Zhen glanced at him worriedly.

"Come on, let's go to the school bulletin board to see if there are any part-time jobs you can do. Anyway, you sleep in class, so why not make some extra money." When passing the bulletin board, Zhou Zhen suddenly shook his wit.

He pulled Li Xiangyang to search on the bulletin board.

"Well, it's all rubbish ads, daily rental housing, damn, what daily rental housing does a single dog want... Eh? What is this? A note taker~ responsible for writing class notes for you? What??? It's not a homework assignment , Is it ghostwriting class notes???? Your brain is flooded..."

Li Xiangyang also poked his head to look curiously. There is no serious advertisement on this bulletin board. It is nonsense to find a part-time job here.However, this weird advertisement is serious, a small piece, like a tofu block, written in black and white, posted there, it really wants a ghostwriter to write class notes!For second-year students in the composition department (first-year students can also be considered), 50 yuan per class, the specific situation will be discussed.

50 yuan, very little. . . . . .However, it is enough for two meals a day. If you don’t add meat and only eat vegetable noodles, you can buy more than four bowls, just take notes, and just think of yourself as studying hard, isn’t it impossible? . . . . .

Li Xiangyang pondered.

"You want to apply for this????" Zhou Zhen turned his head and saw Li Xiangyang who was frowning, startled.

"Have you ever attended class? Except for pretending at the beginning of school, all kinds of people will help you after that, can you take notes?" Zhou Zhen's white eyes flew over like knives .

"Well, it's good that you don't have to leave school and don't waste time." Li Xiangyang scratched his head.

"The sun is rising from the west, buddy, are you going to school? The little bird said it's early, why are you carrying your little schoolbag..." Zhou Zhen was rocking back and forth with laughter while singing.

"What's the matter? Can't you? Can't you study hard? I really want to learn to compose!!!!" Li Xiangyang was a little embarrassed, and his mouth stiffened.

"All right, all right, go and go, remember to help my buddy, I'll give you a shout too! The classes he nominates to take are all taught by Professor Peng, my god, how dare you choose Professor Peng's class, Professor Peng It's a killer! A killer!!!" Zhou Zhen continued to laugh.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you. I'll look at the contact person. Forget it. I'll find him right after the rehearsal. Well, the contact person, Jiang Hangping, the name Jiang Hangping sounds familiar..." Li Xiangyang He tore off the advertisement and strode forward.

"Who?! Jiang Hangping!!! Oh, isn't it that Jiang Hangping? Let me tell you, throw it away quickly, you can't do this job." Zhou Zhen frowned.

"Which Jiang Hangping, what's the matter? Cannibalism?" Li Xiangyang pouted.The name seems to be really familiar, where did I hear it? . . . . .

"You don't know him if you don't come to class. He was originally from our previous class. When he first came, he won a scholarship in the first semester. The principal and teachers have high hopes for him. It is said that he is very talented~"

"Oh, Xueba..." No, I don't care much about Xueba, the name sounds familiar.

"Later, I heard that I was ill and lost my hearing. I took a break from school for a while. I just came back to class recently. I missed the first grade. Now I am in the second grade. She has a very weird temper and doesn't talk much. Once a senior sister offered to ask Helping him take notes, there were some conflicts, which were very unpleasant. Speaking of this senior sister, she is amazing! Li Qian, do you know? A famous young violinist. In fact, he is famous in our school! It’s amazing, he basically doesn’t go to school now, he already has an agent~~~ Do you really want to help him? That Jiang Hangping!!!” Zhou Zhen was still rambling.

"Oh, that's it. I can't hear. No wonder I need someone to help me take notes~ Don't always gossip, what is a boy gossiping, and you don't know him, how do you know it must be his fault? Anyway, I want to call This job, this suits me, don't let anyone stop me!!!" Li Xiangyang had a nonchalant expression on his face.

"What's the hearsay? This incident was a sensation back then. It is said that Jiang Hangping was the one who started in chaos and ended up abandoning it..." Zhou Zhen was still chattering.

"Whether I give up or not, what does it matter to me? I'm just a note-taker..."

Seeing that Zhou Zhen couldn't persuade him, he could only sigh and give up. Li Xiangyang was famously stubborn.

"Stubborn donkey," he muttered secretly, and followed.