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

After saying these words, both of them were a little dumbfounded.

Ling Ke was dumbfounded and naturally found it unbelievable.

Qi Feng was dumbfounded because saying "the first kiss is still there" was a subconscious behavior of his brain, in order to increase the credibility of the previous sentence "I didn't talk about a girlfriend", but it was not the information he intended to reveal to Ling Ke .

After all, to a straight man, it doesn't matter if other straight men's first kisses are still there.

Therefore, the last sentence will not make Qi Feng more "pure", but will make him look like an idiot.

But just when he felt remorseful, Ling Ke suddenly couldn't hold back and let out a "poof" laugh.

But the other party reacted almost within 0.1 seconds, and quickly recovered the expression of facial paralysis.

This smile was too short, if Qi Feng hadn't heard a slight "chi" sound in the air with his own ears, and saw Ling Ke's upturned mouth, he couldn't believe that the other party would make such a "sneaky" expression!

Qi Feng narrowed his eyes: "Are you laughing at me?"

Ling Ke raised his hand, touched his lower lip lightly with the side of his palm, and said, "No."

Qi Feng: "..."

Ling Ke was indeed pleased by Qi Feng's words and deeds.

He always thought that the other party was a philanderer, but he didn't expect Qi Feng not only had never been in a relationship, but even had his first kiss... Wouldn't he be pleasantly surprised?

Although this surprise was of no use to him—even if it was all there, it wasn't for him.

But thinking of Qi Feng's serious expression just now explaining that "the first kiss is still there", Ling Ke couldn't help but want to laugh.

... This guy is so cute.

Ling Ke coughed lightly, calmed down, and looked at Qi Feng. Now that the other party looked so angry that he wanted to tear himself apart, it wasn't so cute.

Ling Ke tried to divert the other party's attention: "Why did you explain to me... your relationship with Xiao Zhi?"

To be precise, what Ling Ke wanted to ask was why Qi Feng thought this was the reason why he was avoiding him.

That was indeed an opportunity, but at that time he only wanted to cool down his feelings, and he didn't want his unilateral jealousy to reveal his personal emotions in the next relationship, which would cause trouble to Qi Feng.

"I don't want you to misunderstand that I have a bad character. Even if I really want to find a girlfriend, I won't be someone else's third party." Qi Feng seemed to be a little angry at Ling Ke's snicker just now, but there was nothing he could do. .

"Oh..." Ling Ke nodded pretending to be relieved. In fact, it doesn't matter how Qi Feng answers. The fact that "the first kiss is still there" is enough to make him laugh for three days...Since Qi Feng thinks that he is alienated from the other party. The reason, let him think so.

Ling Ke paused, and then boldly asked: "You care so much, how do I think of you?"

"Of course," Qi Feng was about to say, and then said, "I take you as my best friend in F University", but felt that this was too hypocritical, and finally moved his lips to stop, and then said, "Don't you Will... you hide from me again?"

Ling Ke's eyes flickered, and he said duplicity: "I didn't hide from you, isn't it, I've been quite busy recently."

Qi Feng: "..."

Having said that, Ling Ke has not been feeling well these few days. After all, it is not an easy task to strictly control his emotions. No matter how much he avoids during the day, he still has to see Qi Feng in the dormitory at night.

Now that it's out of the way, he feels relieved and resolves not to hide from Qi Feng anymore.

Besides, they have to practice the Yueqin together for half a month, where can he hide...

"Don't take it to heart," Ling Ke comforted Qi Feng with a guilty conscience, and said, "Let's think about what to play first."

Qi Feng looked at him for two seconds, moved to the side, patted the piano bench, and said, "Sit here."

Ling Ke: "..."

The two of them were really crowded when they sat together, and they had to shrink their shoulders to ensure that they didn't touch each other.

Ling Ke had nothing to say and tried to relieve the tension: "Well, what's the name of the piece you played just now? It's very nice."

""Faylinn", a piece by David Hicken, is very easy to play. Let's try to change this piece first." Qi Feng said, stretching out his hand to demonstrate how to play the first bar, and Ling Ke quickly moved away.

"See clearly?" Qi Feng asked after playing.

"Yeah." The fully decomposed chords in C-flat and F-flat are clear at a glance.

Qi Feng instructed: "You play the bass part, add a column chord every four beats."

"Okay..." Ling Ke put his left hand on the keys, and the two of them first tried to play with one hand.

After Ling Ke became familiar with the melody, Qi Feng instructed him to add a vibrato with his right hand after every eight beats, and repeated tapping. An originally soothing and plain piano piece became a bit difficult to play in an instant.

At the same time, Qi Feng also added another hand, reducing and extending the chord part played by him to two beats, randomly jumping back and forth and inserting in different scales.

Because the extension of the arm is too large, sometimes Qi Feng will stretch it directly to Ling Ke's area, and the two bodies are almost close to each other.

At this moment, Ling Ke could not avoid it, but he had no intention of avoiding it. While he was surprised that the music became more pleasant, he was a little attracted by Qi Feng's creativity.

If he were to lead the arrangement, at most the complexity of the chords would be deepened, but what Qi Feng is doing now is not just changing the chords, he is still trying to change the original tone and rhythm of the music. Orderly, not random changes.

This is a test of the level of the player, not everyone who has passed the amateur piano tenth level will play like this.

After playing a song, Ling Ke's interest was completely mobilized.

"How is it?" Qi Feng looked a little tired because he had been so concentrated just now, he asked with a smile, "Has it sounded much better?"

"Well, then shall we play this?" Ling Ke asked.

"How is it possible? Playing this is too childish. I'll try to see what kind of effect we can achieve by playing with four hands," Qi Feng asked with his head tilted. "Do you have any suggestions for other tunes that can be changed?"

Being so close, Ling Ke can clearly see Qi Feng's eyelashes, which are so long...

I really want to get close and lick...

"...!!!"

Ling Ke was so startled by his shameless thoughts that he turned his head, and wanted to lower his head and roll the piano keys!

"I don't know, I've only played Beethoven and Chopin... But I think people don't like to play this one." Ling Ke said, controlling his voice.

When I was young, relatives and friends came to my home, and he played any piece of Richard Clayderman better than Chopin and Beethoven. No matter how good the classical music is, laymen can’t appreciate it. Ordinary people only care about how good it sounds when they listen to you playing the piano. .

Qi Feng agrees: "Well, I also think that I have a song that I really like, but I don't have a score."

Ling Ke: "What song?"

"Jump," Qi Feng made an exclamation point gesture in the air, "Two steps from hell."

Seeing Ling Ke's puzzled expression, Qi Feng took out his mobile phone to find out the original song and asked him to try it out.

Ling Ke took a look and found that the song was called "Jump!", and there was really an exclamation point after the name.

The two got together and listened to the original soundtrack on their mobile phones. It was a very shocking piece of music. Listening to this song, Ling Ke was so instigated that he wanted to push Qi Feng down on the piano and kiss him...

"How is it? Does it sound good?" Qi Feng asked him excitedly.

"...It sounds good." Ling Ke's eyes were also shining brightly.

Qi Feng: "Then... this one?"

Ling Ke: "Well, that's it!"

The song he liked was also recognized by the people he liked, Qi Feng was so happy that he wanted to dance, but he quickly remembered: "But we don't have a score."

"It's up to you." Ling Ke believed that Qi Feng had the ability to extract the score.

Qi Feng: "..."

Qi Feng, who was entrusted with the important task, smiled helplessly: "Okay, givemefive!"

Ling Ke stretched out his hand cooperatively to hit it, but unexpectedly, Qi Feng grabbed it immediately after hitting it.

Qi Feng grabbed his hand and asked: "I just found out, are your hands smaller than mine?"

The alarm bells were ringing in Ling Ke's mind, but he still remembered the rules of not being alarmed when pretending to be a straight man, pretending to be calm and said: "It's okay, just be a little smaller..." He retracted calmly, cursing inwardly The sentence "fuck".

...I can't wash my hands for a week since the last time I put on the ointment.

Without the score, they couldn't practice much. The two of them played for a while before planning to go to dinner. This time, Ling Ke took the initiative to propose: "Shall we go to the cafeteria together?"

"Huh? Okay." Qi Feng squinted at him, amused in his heart, and said that he didn't hide from me before, obviously his attitude is different now.

***

After a period of time, the two went in and out together, took classes together, went to practice piano together, and even sent text messages to inform each other when they went to participate in club activities separately, and they were almost inseparable.

Seeing that they have such a good relationship, there are naturally many people who make fun of them, especially the girls in the class.

Once before a professional class, a few girls sitting in the front row of them turned around and asked, "Hey, Qi Feng, there are so many people confessing to you, and none of you are interested?"

With an earphone plugged into Qi Feng's ear, and his chin resting on one hand, while listening to the song and changing the score, he lazily raised his eyelids and said with a half-smile: "Yes, I'm dazzled by so many volunteers. How do I choose? Why don’t you help me choose one.”

The corners of Ling Ke's eyes twitched. It has to be said that Qi Feng does have a flirtatious vibe that attracts the opposite sex. If he hadn't confessed to himself that his first kiss was still there, Ling Ke would have wanted to talk about such indecent words. Kick each other.

But the girls have already figured out Qi Feng's joking nature, and they really helped him pick it up: "I think the girl who confessed to you last week, the girl with long hair, is quite beautiful."

Qi Feng pretended to recall: "There are so many people with long hair, which one are you talking about? I don't remember, change to another one."

Another person asked, "What about the flower from the German department?"

Qi Feng waved his hand: "She doesn't speak German as well as me, so she asked me to learn German, right? No, no, I'm very busy."

A girl boldly recommended herself: "Then what do you think of me?"

"You?" Qi Feng pretended to be surprised, then shook his head teasingly, "You haven't written me a love letter, don't whoring me."

Everyone burst into laughter.

After teasing Qi Feng, they went to tease Ling Ke next to him: "Why doesn't Ling Ke find a girlfriend?"

Ling Ke was much more straightforward than Qi Feng, and answered four words coldly: "I find it troublesome."

——The four words are directly lore, and no one dares to gossip anymore.

But when they found out that Ling Ke was helping Qi Feng draw the key points of the class, they all exclaimed: "Wow, Ling Ke, you are so kind to Qi Feng! You don't even want a girlfriend, and you're still tired of being together all day long, so why not get together!"

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【Interlude】

Playing the piano together, Ling Ke wanted to lick Qi Feng's eyelashes.

Qi Feng: Come on!baby! (☆_☆)

After listening to "Jump!", Ling Ke wanted to forcefully kiss Qi Feng.

Qi Feng: Come on!baby! (☆_☆)