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

Primer

"Hey, how about you be my boyfriend?"

When Ling Ke heard the person in front of him ask this sentence in a deep voice, he couldn't believe his ears.

That was the person he had been secretly in love with for several years. At this moment, the corners of the other person's lips curled up slightly, and there was an ambiguity in his smile, and his deep eyes looked at him right and wrong.

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001. First meeting

The first time Ling Ke met Qi Feng was during the summer vacation of the year he graduated from primary school.

I still remember that summer when the temperature was surprisingly high and the sun was scorching hot. He took the subway alone to the Conservatory of Music to take the amateur piano grade [-] exam. When he got there, he was so hot that he was soaked.

Entering the examination waiting room, Ling Ke found a side seat and sat down, flipped through the music scores, and recalled the few technical points that would be the focus of examination, especially the "Etude No. 21" by Cramer.

The rhythm of this song is very fast, and it mainly focuses on training the strength of the three, four, and five fingers of the right hand. These three fingers are exactly the weakest point of Ling Ke. He often makes mistakes when practicing the wheel fingers. He tried to tap his fingers lightly on the table. Do small exercises.

At this moment, there was a sudden soft sound beside him, and a boy about his age sat down.

The boy was wearing an exquisite and beautiful black performance suit, with a small waistcoat wrapped around his waist. His black hair was neatly combed against a jade-like complexion. Although he was still young and his palm-sized face hadn't fully grown, he The handsome facial features can already see the prototype of a handsome guy.Coupled with a pair of naturally smiling eyes, he will become a star-like figure in a few years.

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

"Hello." The man looked at him with a smile and asked, "What's your name?"

There was a nice smell on the other party, a faint fragrance, I don't know whether it came from the clothes or the hair.

Ling Ke thought of his T-shirt that was almost drenched in sweat, fearing to make the other party uncomfortable, he subconsciously leaned to the side.

Instead, the man got closer and introduced himself, "My name is Qi Feng."

"My name is Ling Ke." He replied in a low voice.

A bright smile broke out on Qi Feng's face, he stretched his neck and asked again: "How old are you this year?"

His cat-like eyes swept around the waiting room, then turned back to stare at Ling Ke and said, "I see you are the same age as me here, have you graduated from primary school?"

Ling Ke's personality in front of people is a bit introverted. I didn't expect this person to be so familiar. It's like meeting you for the first time like an old friend of yours. It makes people completely irresistible!

"I... graduated, just graduated this year." Ling Ke said.

Qi Feng said happily: "Wow, me too! What elementary school did you go to? Where did you go to junior high school? How many years have you been learning piano?"

The other party asked so many questions, Ling Ke didn't know which one to say first.

After clearing his mind, he reported his primary school and the corresponding junior high school, and said, "I started learning 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 start basic training in kindergarten and can pass the tenth grade before graduating from elementary school.

Qi Feng also took the initiative to mention his school, but Ling Ke had never heard of it, and asked, "Where is that place? Okay?"

Qi Feng scratched his head, and said: "Private schools, less people go to them, I don't know if they are good or not, and I have never gone to anything else, but my mother said this is the best school we can go to in the city, she I also don’t want me to leave the country so early.”

Ling Ke was taken aback when he heard that, "going abroad" was still out of reach for him at this age, he suddenly felt the gap between himself and Qi Feng.

Qi Feng happily talked about some interesting things that happened in the school, such as the bragging foreign teacher, the rich extracurricular activities, and the occasional outdoor teaching...

Ling Ke couldn't help feeling envious, this school was much more interesting than their elementary school.

After talking for a while, Qi Feng's attention was attracted by his score for grade examination, and he stretched out his hand to draw it: "Wow, it's so bad, you must play it very well!"

Ling Ke said in embarrassment, "It's so-so."

Qi Feng raised one eyebrow: "Tsk, don't be modest."

It's not that Ling Ke is modest, it's really average. His piano teacher always said that his talent is mediocre, but the teacher also knows why he learns the piano, and doesn't have too many demands on him.

"What piece did you choose?" Qi Feng asked while flipping through his grading book, the oldest page must have been played frequently, and he quickly came to his own conclusion, "I'm just like you with Schubert's piece. "

While Qi Feng was flipping through his score, Ling Ke was paying attention to his hands.

Those who play the piano will always subconsciously look at the hands of their peers, especially Ling Ke, whose little finger is a little short. His natural weakness makes him particularly concerned about the gap between himself and others.

Qi Feng's hands are very beautiful. Although he is only in his teens, he is already clean and slender. If his piano teacher sees him, he will definitely praise him as a "natural pianist".

"Hey, do you want to be admitted to the Conservatory of Music in the future?" Qi Feng asked casually.

Ling Ke's thoughts were interrupted, and he said almost without hesitation: "I don't want to."

Entrance to the music school?Might as well kill him!

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

Qi Feng was a little surprised: "Then why are you learning the piano?" Before Ling Ke could say anything, he asked himself and answered as if suddenly enlightened, "I know, you just learn to play...then you don't need to take a grade test Ah, the grading repertoire is so boring."

Ling Ke confessed helplessly: "No, it's for extra points in the high school entrance examination."

Qi Feng was even more puzzled: "Extra points?"

Ling Ke explained a few words briefly, and Qi Feng commented: "Ah? What's the point of that?"

"It's not interesting..." Ling Ke didn't want to pretend, nor did he deliberately hide his dislike of playing the piano.But for some reason, looking at the "well-dressed" Qi Feng, Ling Ke felt ashamed for the first time that he had given such a reason for learning the piano.

The other party is dressed so formally, it should be very different from me...

Ling Ke glanced at Qi Feng, and blurted out the doubts circling in his heart: "Aren't you hot dressed like this?"

Qi Feng lowered his head and pulled the bow tie around his neck, and said with a wry smile: "I don't want to wear it either, but my teacher said that every time I play in front of people, it must be regarded as a formal performance, so we must take it seriously... Hey, hot There is no other way."

What's strange is that Qi Feng's face was clean when he said it was hot, and he didn't sweat at all.

"Candidate No. [-], Li Xu," a mechanical voice from the staff came from the door, "The next candidate, No. [-], Ling Ke, get ready."

Ling Ke suddenly became nervous: "It's almost time for me." After saying that, he didn't have the mood to chat with Qi Feng anymore.

Qi Feng looked at him with his chin resting on one hand, and said casually: "You're almost entering the examination room, so don't think too much, relax, the teacher doesn't know how to eat people."

Ling Ke couldn't listen, and felt urgent to urinate after sitting for a while, so he asked Qi Feng to help look at his things, and hurried to the toilet.

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and when Ling Ke came back, Qi Feng handed him the sheet music with a smile, and said, "Come on."

Ling Ke: "Well, thank you."

Kramer's "Etude No. 21", he played it wrong twice, but the last two pieces went smoothly, especially Schubert's "Improvisation", which was the one he practiced the most smoothly.

Should...can pass?

Ling Ke breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the examination room, hesitating whether to sit with Qi Feng for a while longer.There are not too many people behind me, and I don't know which guy is the first to take the exam.

But when he walked to the waiting room, the staff stopped him and said softly, "Student, have you finished the exam?"

Ling Ke pointed in the direction of the waiting room, and said hesitantly, "I...wait for someone."

The staff said mercilessly: "Wait for someone to say and go outside."

Ling Ke could only accept his fate and leave the examination room holding the score.

The sun outside was so poisonous and hot, he hid in the shade and waited for half an hour, but he didn't see Qi Feng coming out.

Ling Ke's eyes couldn't help falling on the black car parked across the road, and he saw that the paint surface of the car body was shining brightly under the light.

He vaguely remembered what happened two hours ago. At that time, he had just arrived at the entrance of the Conservatory of Music, and the entrance was full of people taking the exam. Suddenly, a black car drove over.

There were a lot of people, Ling Ke only glanced in that direction hastily, saw a boy in concert uniform, and didn't take it seriously.

Later, when he met Qi Feng in the examination waiting room, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation, and now when he saw the car, Ling Ke connected them together.

The person who got out of that car seemed to be Qi Feng.

After all, there was no other person in the crowd who came to the exam in concert clothes on such a hot day.

"Wow, Binley!" At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from the side, interrupting Ling Ke's thoughts.

A few parents accompanied their children to the exam and passed by together. An adult pointed at the car across the street and said, "Is that the car to bring the candidates?"

Another parent echoed: "Yeah, I just saw it. Hey, the children of the rich pay so much attention to education. Our children can't lose at the starting line."

The child raised his head and asked innocently: "Mom, do we have no money?"

The parents said: "If you don't have money, you will sell everything to let you learn. If you study hard, it is our reward, you know?"

The child gave a "hmm", lowered his head slightly, and glanced at the car with envious eyes.

The scorching heat quickly wore out Ling Ke's patience, making him somewhat inexplicably depressed.

Hey, so what if we wait until Qi Feng?At most, they would ask each other "how was the exam?" He is a child of a rich family, and maybe after we part today, we will never see each other again.

Thinking of this, Ling Ke shook his head, turned and left.

During dinner, Ling Ke reported the situation of the grade examination with his parents, and asked curiously, "Dad, Mom, what is 'Bentley'?"

Mother Ling put a piece of meat into his bowl, and said, "It's a brand-name car... Where did you hear about it?"

Ling Ke took a bite of his meal and said, "Today, there was a boy about my age who came in a Bentley."

Father Ling pushed his glasses and said calmly, "Oh, the family must be very rich. Bentleys are not something ordinary people can afford."

Ling Ke said "Oh", and said again: "That person is studying in 'Deyin International', do you know that school?"

Ling's mother and Ling's father looked at each other. Deyin International is a well-known private school in the local area. They have heard of it in newspapers and on TV because students have been admitted to famous overseas schools all the year round.

Ling's mother looked at Ling Ke and said firstly, "I heard that the tuition fee there is more than [-] a year, which is equivalent to half a year's income of our family. Even if you want to go, the burden will be too great."

Ling Ke: "..." He didn't even say he wanted to go.

Then Father Ling said: "Xiao Ke, the distribution of resources in this society is not even. Some people are born with good conditions, and some people are born with poor conditions. We are not as good as the top, but more than the bottom. You have excellent grades, and your parents also train you After learning the piano, you are already better than many people, so you don't need to feel inferior..."

The more Ling Ke listened, the more confused he became. What is it? Who is inferior.

But Ling's father's words continued, like Tang Seng chanting scriptures, muttering incessantly.

Ling Ke got really impatient when he heard that, he put down the bowl and chopsticks after eating hastily, and said, "I'm going back to my room."

After closing the door, Ling Ke lay down on the bed, calmed down slowly, and Qi Feng's appearance appeared before his eyes again.

He remembered the smiling face of the other party coming over, the way he raised his eyebrows and smirked when he said "less modesty", the long eyelashes drooping and curling naturally when he was flipping through the music score, and those beautiful hands.

He also thought of the faint fragrance on the other person's body and the indescribable arrogance, which gave him an inexplicable illusion of being inferior to others - but he was extremely yearning for it.

Because he has never been in contact with Qi Feng so, so...

He doesn't have any higher-level adjectives in his vocabulary, so let's use "cool."

Compared with that person, I and my friends around me are like a bunch of briquettes.

Now he knew where the gap was coming from.

From the attitude of the passers-by at the entrance of the Conservatory of Music, from Ling's father's murmuring tone.

He was only 13 years old, and he didn't need to think about the depth of social class, but the adults taught him a lesson in a very realistic way, and he was forced to accept that he and Qi Feng were essentially people from two worlds.

Ling Ke blinked, feeling very uncomfortable and somewhat unconvinced.

Just because their family doesn't have a car and can't afford private schools, can he and Qi Feng be unable to make friends?

Why?

With the cold air conditioner blowing, Ling Ke felt like a heavy boulder was pressing on his heart.

Mother Ling came in with a small plate of fruit, and seeing her son paralyzed on the bed, she thought he was still angry.

She sighed softly, put the fruit plate on the writing table, and said softly: "Xiao Ke, stop thinking about it, rest for two days after the grade test, and read the new textbooks when you have time, and try to keep your grades in junior high school. Believe in yourself , in the future you will not be worse than the children of that kind of family."

Ling Ke was ignorant, and felt that his mother's words were wrong, but they seemed to make sense.

He responded in a low voice, sat up from the bed, glanced at the unpacked piano score, got up and stuffed it under the piano stool.

To be honest, he regretted that he didn't wait for Qi Feng for a while in the evening and didn't say goodbye to Qi Feng.

But now it seems that there is no need to regret it at all, he was right to take the first step.

He didn't know that subconsciously, his desire to make friends had been twisted into a desire for competition.

A few months later, Ling Ke received the grade-eight examination certificate, and that grade-examination score was never taken out to play again.

It wasn't until a year later that he successfully passed the tenth grade amateur piano exam, and when he was sorting out the score, he found the crumpled grade eighth grade test book.

Flipping through it casually, it happened to turn to the last page of Schubert's Impromptu. Ling Ke was surprised to find that there was a line of faint pencil writing on it at some point——

"My Q number: 6868XXX, go back and add me as a friend!——Qi Feng"

【Interlude】

Qi Feng: "I haven't added my Q after waiting for a year, how angry!"