What's wrong with rapper being 0!

Yang Fengyu came back to his senses, pushed Qin Fangcong away, and stood up abruptly.

Even the dim light couldn't hide his flushed face, just as he was about to leave, Qin Fangcong pressed his shoulders and pushed him back.

A bowl of steaming porridge was pushed in front of him, and the cup containing plain water was taken away. Yang Fengyu looked up, took a sip, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and raised his eyebrows: "White?"

Tian Yuyang and Cheng Wen looked at each other and mouthed, "Crazy male fans."

Isn't this coming?

"Don't smoke if you don't know how to smoke," Qin Fangcong pinched the back of Yang Fengyu's neck, "kid."

This title surprised Yang Fengyu, something was awakened deep in his memory, but he didn't have time to think about it, so he said unconvinced: "Who said I can't do it anymore?"

Hearing this, Qin Fangcong took out the half-remained cigarette from his lips, handed it to Yang Fengyu, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The latter stared at the two deeper marks on the cigarette butt, his face became hot, and he pushed Qin Fangcong's hand away: "I don't smoke second-hand smoke."

Qin Fangcong withdrew his hand without saying a word, his eyes swept over the crowd one by one, and finally fell on Tian Yuyang, "Class representative, please supervise, if he touches a drop of wine today, one point will be deducted from your usual points."

Before Tian Yuyang could react, Yang Fengyu immediately exploded, "Damn it, Qin Fangcong, do you have the morality of a teacher! Why are you dragging him about the two of us?"

"Okay." Qin Fangcong had expected that he would say that, and sat down next to him.

Yang Fengyu sat on the edge, the seat was not spacious.

As soon as Qin Fangcong sat down, their thighs were tightly pressed together.

He still has that special "air-conditioning" on him, mixed with the smell of tobacco, which smells nice and sexy.

Yang Fengyu breathed lightly subconsciously, but because the distance was too close, the breath that belonged to Qin Fangcong still poured on him.

"I'll do it myself." Qin Fangcong turned to Yang Fengyu without changing his expression.

Except for class, he seldom wears glasses. The glasses hide most of the aggressiveness in his eyes. Once he took them off, Yang Fengyu didn't dare to look directly into those black pupils for a long time.

Yang Fengyu barely looked at him for two seconds, then turned his head and looked away, squeezing Tian Yuyang next to him, forcibly creating a space for himself.

This relieved the pressure.

"I told you to leave it alone..." Yang Fengyu reproached in a low voice, but was overheard by the people around him.

"Hey," Lin Fei stood up holding a glass, "I heard from the two of them that you are a professor of the Music Department of Haida University. Why, the professor is so busy? You just meddle in your own business when you don't do anything all day long?"

Yang Fengyu was a little upset when he heard his words, but from the corner of his eye, he found that Qin Fangcong didn't take it seriously at all, just took the Long Island iced tea brought by the bartender, as if he didn't hear it at all.

"You know again?" Yang Fengyu couldn't help retorting, "You just didn't see him when he was doing his business."

Lin Fei looked at Yang Fengyu suspiciously, and wanted to say something more, but Yang Fengyu didn't even bother to defend himself, so he just turned on the accompaniment on his phone, turned up the volume, and snarled it into Lin Fei's ear, "Listen to yourself if you don't believe me."

In the noisy environment, the human voice is not very clear, but the drumbeat of the accompaniment is very clear. Lin Fei and several people listened together, and his pupils dilated when he listened.

"Coco, are you spending money on the accompaniment again?" Cheng Wen asked, "The accompaniment starts at $[-], right? Where did you get the money?"

Yang Fengyu was in a good mood to be praised, and shouted for the first time: "Our eldest brother has a good vision, six hundred dollars is a bit exaggerated, and five hundred dollars is enough for me."

"What do you mean?"

Yang Fengyu pointed at Qin Fangcong, but didn't notice that his expression was a little subtle after hearing this, so he just said to himself: "I learned from him and compiled it with his equipment, it's amazing."

Lin Fei sighed: "I'm going... Are you still a producer? This level is too good, and it can be regarded as the top in China."

"Is there anything else? I want to hear." Qi Fang asked.

Qin Fangcong clicked on a few accompaniments at random, but he was not so satisfied and didn't send them out.

"Hiss..." Cheng Wen touched his chin, "This style reminds me of someone."

"Who?"

"Brother Shu," Cheng Wen said, "Sapling."

Yang Fengyu blushed slightly, "An accompaniment song that someone wrote casually costs [-] knives, and I was stuck to snatch it."

Until now, no one knows whether Sapling is a man or a woman, and which country he is from. They only know that he is a genius in accompaniment and arrangement. The beats posted on the Internet are often auctioned at high prices, or even directly monopolized.

"Wow...are professors so powerful now?"

That's Qin Fangcong's greatness, and you haven't seen the really powerful one yet, Yang Fengyu slandered, wanted to speak, but remembered that he was still quarreling, so he curled his lips without saying a word.

"That's right, Mr. Qin is an exceptional teacher hired by our college, the youngest professor in the whole college, isn't he amazing?" Tian Yuyang took over the conversation complacently, "It's just superficial, it's really amazing You haven't seen it yet!"

The words were said first by Tian Yuyang, and Yang Fengyu felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't expect Tian Yuyang to slap himself and then asked, "Is it coconut!"

"how could I know!"

Yang Fengyu gritted his teeth, tilted his head and smiled at Tian Yuyang, his tone seemed sour, "He is your teacher, you should know it best."

Tian Yuyang didn't realize it, and laughed so heartlessly.

Yang Fengyu admits that this face is always lacking in heart, but this is the first time he can't get used to his face so much.

"You don't know who knows," Qin Fangcong said lightly, "Is it just a one-on-one for you?"

Yang Fengyu was stunned for a moment, and noticed that everyone was looking at him, with a hint of teasing and watching, Yang Fengyu was thin-skinned and blushed instantly.

"I've given you money!!" Yang Fengyu whispered, "I'll give it to you!"

Anyone with a discerning eye can see the weirdness of the two people's way of getting along, especially Yang Fengyu, who is obviously disobedient and has a bad temper, and he doesn't get angry when facing Qin Fangcong. At most, he speaks louder and blushes.

"Flirting." Lin Fei shook his head and concluded.

Cheng Wen looked a bit complicated, and waved his hand to everyone, saying: "Okay, let's get down to business, starting next week, we will go back to the base on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to arrange, and we will go to West City at the end of the month. We don't have time during the day, so we need to revise the arrangement. Leave the matter to Coconut and Xiaoyang, no problem?"

Yang Fengyu nodded, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Qin Fangcong thoughtful, and asked, "Should we still change it like before?"

"Well, according to the previous standard configuration, the main thing is that the drums for the accompaniment should be louder... Don't make any big moves, just look at the situation. The management of the venue in Xicheng is very strict, and there are a few songs that cannot be sung. I will post the specifics. You guys, change the song and make it up as soon as possible."

Discussing things while drinking is considered a TAX practice, but generally they don't bring two younger ones.Today, for the first time, Yang Fengyu came here without talking, and even brought someone with him.

Qin Fangcong took a sip of his wine: "Or those songs from the last tour?"

Only then did Cheng Wen remember that he came last time, and explained: "Yes, but there are a few things that need to be changed. You can't sing the swear word diss like coconut."

"Fuck," Yang Fengyu couldn't help cursing, "Why don't you let me do this?"

Qin Fangcong took out his mobile phone, slid his slender fingers across the screen, connected the Bluetooth headset and got up, then patted Yang Fengyu on the head: "No drinking."

After speaking, he took the phone and left.

Yang Fengyu stared at his back and said "Hey".

He doesn't.

There was still half a cup of Long Island iced tea on the table. Yang Fengyu had drank it twice, one time without even filling his stomach, and one time he drank it too quickly and couldn't remember the taste at all.

Taking advantage of Qin Fangcong's absence, Yang Fengyu was eager to try. Before he picked up the straw, the image of him putting his own cigarette into his mouth suddenly appeared in his mind, and he immediately let go of the straw.

"What's wrong with you coconut?" Tian Yuyang asked, "You don't have a fever, do you? Why is your face so red?"

"Fuck you!" Yang Fengyu beat him to death and refused to admit that he was embarrassed by the memory of that scene. He silently picked up the cup, like a kitten, took a big gulp along the side of the cup, and swallowed it little by little.

Then got choked.

"Cough, cough, cough..." What Long Island iced tea!No tea flavor at all.

"Hey... why did you drink it again?" Cheng Wen knocked on the table, "Coconut, do you know the other name of Long Island Iced Tea?"

Yang Fengyu coughed until the tip of his nose turned red, he managed to recover, pushed the cup back to its original place, and shook his head with an innocent face.

"Lost. Body wine." Cheng Wen said leisurely.

Yang Fengyu was stunned.

"Give me another cigarette?" Yang Fengyu pretended nothing happened, "I'll smoke a cigarette and calm down."

Cheng Wen didn't refuse, and handed over one.

Yang Fengyu took it nervously, imitating Qin Fangcong's puffing up just now, and took a deep breath.

"Cough cough cough cough!!!!"

After taking this mouthful, Yang Fengyu was choked to death again, tears welled up, and countless questions and pictures flashed in his mind at that moment.

He didn't understand why anyone would be addicted to tobacco!

He didn't understand why someone was so chic and handsome when he smoked, and why he was so embarrassed! !

Yang Fengyu was just holding on to his barely smoked cigarette, planning to go to the toilet to rinse his mouth.

Pushing open the door, a man stood in front of the sink.

Yang Fengyu didn't care, just held a cigarette in his mouth, and poured a handful of water into his mouth.

The man didn't leave, and leaned on one side with his body crooked. He was wearing a baggy and tattered denim jacket, and there was a bit of frivolity in his slightly raised eyes.

Yang Fengyu glanced at the man, feeling a little uncomfortable being watched, wiped his mouth, turned his head and left.

There is a long and narrow corridor between the bathroom and the bar, and most of the noisy people's voices are cut off. Yang Fengyu didn't take two steps before he felt someone behind him.

Looking back, it was still the guy in the bathroom, followed by a few others, with colorful hair and flower tattoos on his body, he didn't look like a good person.

Seeing that Yang Fengyu turned his head back, not only did he not restrain himself, he also whistled with a smile, his eyes fell on the cigarette held between Yang Fengyu's fingers, "Do you know how to smoke?"

Yang Fengyu didn't want to talk to him, and turned his head to leave, but was stopped by that person: "Hey handsome guy, I don't mean anything malicious, add a WeChat?"

"Are you sick?" Yang Fengyu shook off his hand, "I'm not interested in men."

"Don't pretend, I've been staring at you for a long time." The man said lightly, "You are still a straight man with your nonchalant appearance, what are you pretending to be?"

Yang Fengyu thought of Qin Fangcong and paused.

"Neuropathy."

Yang Fengyu didn't intend to entangle him too much, and wanted to leave, but the road was blocked tightly by those people.

Okay, hit the gun. Mouth, right?

Yang Fengyu took a sharp puff of the cigarette, suppressed the discomfort in his throat, raised his chin and said to the man, "I'll give you three seconds to crawl."

The man supported Yang Fengyu with one hand, and made a gesture with the other to hook Yang Fengyu's chin.

Yang Fengyu frowned and dodged, with a cigarette in his mouth, he pressed the man's shoulders, bent his knees and slammed into the man's lower abdomen.

The man took a half step away clutching his stomach, and said vaguely, "Even if I'm interested in men, I'm still 1."

The man held his stomach, but he seemed to be in high spirits, and said with a smile: "That's because you don't understand, it's just like you, it's great."

Yang Fengyu looked contemptuously: "It's up to you?"

Just as he was about to punch him again, the light at the entrance of the corridor suddenly flickered, and a familiar figure appeared in his peripheral vision. Yang Fengyu paused, and then punched him without hesitation.

"A person like you, I can fight very well."

"Fuck...you really have a bad temper," the man wiped the corners of his mouth, chuckled, and looked behind Yang Fengyu, "It's alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Qin Fangcong, your brother is really interesting, strange Lovely."

Qin Fangcong?Did he know Qin Fangcong?

Yang Fengyu was startled, frowned, picked up a cigarette, deliberately took a deep breath, and cursed: "Your father's brother is your younger brother."

Then he was slapped on the back of the head.

Yang Fengyu just wanted to swear, but he couldn't hold back the choking smell of cigarettes, so he covered his mouth and started coughing as soon as he opened his mouth.

The half of the cigarette held between his fingers was snatched away again, and he suffered a violent shudder on the head.

Yang Fengyu's eyes were red from coughing, with some teardrops hanging from the corners of his eyes.

The man suddenly laughed, staring at him behind him while laughing and shaking his head, quite proud of bullying, "I'm so happy..."

"Qin Fangcong!!" Yang Fengyu knew who was behind him without turning his head, he was aggrieved and angry, and turned his head to shout at him: "Do you have fun playing with me all day long?"

I don't know if it was the effect of the tobacco, but Yang Fengyu's voice changed into a nasal tone, making him sound even more aggrieved.

It's fine to bully him, but he actually dragged others along.

Obviously he was the one being harassed, obviously he was the one who was looking for trouble, why...

The more Yang Fengyu thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, his nose was sore, and he wanted to leave after speaking, but he felt a cool hand pinch the back of his neck, and the thin callus seemed to brush against the delicate skin, pulling him back.

There is an inexplicable sense of comfort.

Yang Fengyu held back his cough, his eyes were red, and he heard Qin Fangcong coldly say to the man: "Cen Ning, apologize to him."

Yang Fengyu was taken aback.

The man named Cen Ning obviously didn't expect it, "As for it? Isn't it just a joke, I like this brother very much, he is good-looking and has a bit of a temper."

Qin Fangcong squinted his eyes and smoked, with a familiar posture, and said lightly: "Apologize, don't force me to do it."

Yang Fengyu noticed the stubble on his lips, and swallowed subconsciously.

Even if his tone was calm, there was a full sense of aggression, and he was born with a submissive aura.

The man named Cen Ning didn't take it seriously, and there was a little teasing in his eyes, "I don't mean anything else, the little brother is really pretty, and his temper is interesting enough. I haven't seen him for a long time. Let me introduce him to my buddies..."

Yang Fengyu clenched his fists, and just about to explode, the hand on his neck suddenly left, Qin Fangcong behind him grabbed Cen Ning's neckline with one hand, and slammed him against the wall, "Don't fuck him up. "

Yang Fengyu was taken aback, his pupils dilated.

"Are you going to do this?" Cen Ning's expression changed suddenly, "Is he so precious? Those who don't know really think you are interested in him."

Before Qin Fangcong could make a move, Yang Fengyu leaned forward, punched Cen Ning in the face, and quickly withdrew his hand, "If your father didn't teach you not to be so mean, I'll teach you."

Qin Fangcong's free hand pulled Yang Fengyu behind him, and with the other hand he exerted a slight force to hold the man tightly.

"Little brother," Cen Ning tilted his head and said to Yang Fengyu with a smile, "He is not a serious and refined university professor, so be careful not to be fooled by him."

Qin Fangcong frowned, his red eyes were full of danger signals, the air pressure on his body was low and cold, the veins on his forehead bulged, and when he was about to make a move, he heard a youthful and clear voice behind him.

"If you're cheated, I'm happy with you. It's none of your business. You still want to fuck me, and you don't take a mirror to look at yourself. Just like you, I won't bend to you."

Qin Fangcong, who had a sullen face, relaxed after hearing these words, and chuckled softly, lightly and quickly.

"And you, what a waste of saliva with this kind of person, it's a waste of life." Yang Fengyu said, tugging at the corner of Qin Fangcong's clothes, and his tone softened, "Let's go, I don't want to get stuck again!"

Qin Fangcong bit his cigarette butt, and with unabated strength in his hand, he said to Yang Fengyu: "Little firecracker, go to the bar and call Cen An."

"Oh," Yang Fengyu responded subconsciously, and then realized, "What did you call me?"

"Little firecracker." Qin Fangcong patted his head and urged, "Go quickly."

Yang Fengyu rubbed his little head and left the corridor in a daze, still unable to react.

Little firecracker... what kind of messy name is this.

His back disappeared at the end of the corridor, Qin Fangcong's expression turned cold instantly, he took off the cigarette butt between his lips, threw it into the trash can beside him, and punched Cen An on the other side of the face.

Cen Ning covered the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Isn't it just becoming a university professor? What's the matter, is your style going to be decent?"

"Others' affairs have nothing to do with me," Qin Fangcong said coldly, "except him."

Yang Fengyu walked to the bar, only to find that the one named Cen An was almost exactly the same as Cen Ning, except that he was not so frivolous.

Hearing that Cen Ning caused trouble, Cen An put down his wine glass, frowning and rushed over.

Yang Fengyu noticed with sharp eyes that the left half of Cen Ning's face was also swollen, and his two punches just now were on the right side. Could it be...

Yang Fengyu looked at Qin Fangcong, who looked normal.

This person is rotten!

After taking two puffs of cigarettes just now, Yang Fengyu felt a little nausea in his throat, so he went back to the toilet.

Yang Fengyu turned on the faucet and washed his face with cold water.

Under the dual effects of alcohol and tobacco, Yang Fengyu's head began to dizzy again, and after a while, he felt uncomfortable in his stomach and head, and just as he was about to take out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, his palms were grabbed.

His eyes were still blurred and he couldn't see clearly, but the familiar touch revealed the identity of the visitor.

Yang Fengyu struggled subconsciously, and then a warm hand covered the back of his neck, he smelled a smell of tobacco, and the water droplets on his face were wiped clean.

"Qin Fangcong," Yang Fengyu said suddenly, meeting those black eyes that were as black as ink, "What did he mean just now?"

Qin Fang clenched his hands and remained silent.

"Are those two people just now your friends?" Yang Fengyu asked again, "Why do you call me Xiao Pao Zhan?"

"What exactly do you want to ask?" Qin Fangcong laughed, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

It looked like he wasn't going to tell him.

"If you come to control me because you owe Yang Wei a favor, I can understand. But understanding is understanding, and disobedience is disobedience."

"It's not because of this." Qin Fangcong patted his head, bent slightly, and looked at Yang Fengyu: "I did promise your father some things, but I never interfered with your rap, Yang Fengyu."

Yang Fengyu was stunned, he couldn't believe his ears, he checked again and again: "What did you say?"

"Dinning that day, I didn't play with you, but I wanted to tell Uncle Yang that what you are doing is not wrong." Qin Fangcong explained patiently, "At least in terms of rap, I am on your side, and I have no right to object you."

Yang Fengyu was stunned for a while.

Thinking about it carefully, Qin Fangcong not only did not interfere, he not only taught him to arrange music, but also bought him equipment, it was like a rocket booster!

"Fuck? Then why didn't you say it earlier? Why do I care?" Yang Fengyu asked back, "My father thought you were with him! I thought you were lying to me!"

That's why I'm so angry.

Qin Fangcong was about to withdraw his hand, when he heard this, he knocked on Yang Fengyu's forehead, "Don't worry about your mouth."

OMG...

Yang Fengyu was dumbfounded, his face blushed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he hesitated for a while without saying a word.

"Cen Ning is not my friend, but my friend's younger brother." Qin Fangcong continued, turning off the tap, "Cen An is the owner of this bar."

"Oh..." Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, Yang Fengyu felt dizzy, and asked, "Then why do you call me Xiao Pao Zhan?"

Qin Fangcong remained expressionless, and took two steps towards Yang Fengyu without saying a word.

The place in front of the sink was not big, and the oppressive feeling made Yang Fengyu retreat subconsciously, and within two steps, his back touched the sink.

Qin Fangcong still didn't speak, just leaned slightly, and slowly narrowed the distance between the two of them, propped his hands on the sink behind Yang Fengyu, and surrounded them loosely.

The atmosphere froze in an instant, Qin Fangcong's face was enlarged before Yang Fengyu's eyes, and then enlarged again, until finally his breath was sprayed on his face.

Yang Fengyu became nervous.

Maybe it's because of the alcohol, maybe it's because of the dim light, maybe it's because of the overlapping and tangled breathing.

Maybe, it's just because of Qin Fangcong.

He didn't have the energy to identify it carefully, because if he didn't push it away, he would really kiss her.

Yang Fengyu's heart was beating like a drum, and he raised his hand to push Qin Fangcong, but he didn't push, closed his eyes and yelled at him in despair: "Don't fuck me! It hurts me to hit someone!"

Qin Fangcong stopped, and let out a breathless laugh, which entered Yang Fengyu's ear.

"Fuck! Can you stop being like this..." Yang Fengyu blushed.

"Small firecrackers, fire at one o'clock." Qin Fangcong withdrew his hand without changing his face, and opened the distance.

Walking to the door, he turned his head and said to Yang Fengyu: "People who can become public figures in the future, don't blow up so easily."

Just as the little firecracker was about to blow up, he was silenced by this sentence, "It's as if I can fire."

"Yang Fengyu," Qin Fangcong said, "You can."

When Yang Fengyu returned to the table, the glass of Long Island Iced Tea was already empty.

When Lin Fei saw Yang Fengyu, he immediately said in a strange voice, "What did you say to him?"

"Who?" Yang Fengyu was still thinking about what Qin Fangcong said just now, and his mind didn't turn around for a while.

"Professor Qin, I just came here and sat down with this insane wine. After drinking it, I left without saying a word."

Yang Fengyu was a little awkward: "How do I know?"

Yang Fengyu took a big gulp of the whole thing, and started to feel dizzy when he came back from the toilet.

The rest of the label played their own games, but Yang Fengyu was not interested, just lying on the table and looking around.

This bar is quite noisy, there is a small dance floor under the lights in the middle, Lin Fei is hugging one another, Qi Fang and Cheng Wen are also inside, and even Tian Yuyang is on the sidelines alone.

There are seven people in the label, except for him, those who go to school, those who go to work, he is the youngest and the most deviant.

Everyone has a way out, but he didn't.

Yang Fengyu likes to rap and sing, and hopes to keep singing, even if there are only a few people in the audience.

So even though he was so angry, he still wanted to follow Qin Fangcong to learn how to arrange music. He is a person who is on the road of chasing dreams. If no one supports him, then he will go alone.

Yang Fengyu's consciousness was gradually replaced by drowsiness, and he vaguely remembered what Cheng Wen said: "Long Island Iced Tea is a wine for losing your body."

Qin Fangcong smoked his unfinished cigarette.

And he drank the wine that Qin Fangcong drank.

Rounded up, evened out.

On the way home, Yang Fengyu sent a message to Qin Fangcong.

Because I was a little dizzy from drinking, I couldn't type clearly, so I could only send him a voice, the voice was sticky, and I didn't realize it at all, "I want to post a new song..."

Most of Yang Fengyu's body was tilted in the back row, and he spoke in a soft voice, as if coquettish. Cheng Wen, who was driving in front, and Tian Yuyang, who was the co-driver, were all amazed.

"I want to release a new song!!" Yang Fengyu repeated, "I want to use the beat that Qin Fangcong made for me!"

Seeing this, Tian Yuyang lowered his voice and said to Cheng Wen: "Brother Wen, you must help me bring him back safely, otherwise Teacher Qin will really hang me up!"

"You said that," Cheng Wen said helplessly, "Yao Ye is also my younger brother, what else can he do?"

Yang Fengyu didn't know it, his body slid down more and more, and finally he just lay down in the back row and curled up into a ball, his cheek accidentally touched the screen, his eyes narrowed, and when he saw a small piece of green light, he pressed the button in a daze. go down.

"Yang Fengyu."

Qin Fangcong's deep voice came out.

"Ok?"

Yang Fengyu was still the same, she responded as soon as her name was called, raised her head and snorted, then fell down again.

"Go home?" Qin Fangcong asked.

Yang Fengyu shook his head, and seemed to realize that Qin Fangcong couldn't see it, so he said in a muffled voice, "No... on the way."

The person on the other side didn't speak, only quiet breathing, which entered Yang Fengyu's ear through the receiver.

"Qin Fangcong," Yang Fengyu called him, "I want to release a song..."

Qin Fangcong seemed to smile, "No one will stop you from posting."

"I want to post right now... I want to... think..." Yang Fengyu's voice became softer as he spoke, and finally disappeared altogether.

Qin Fangcong sat in front of the computer with his mobile phone in his hand. The accompaniment was just changed on the screen. When he heard no movement over there, he knew that Yang Fengyu had fallen asleep again.

Qin Fangcong chuckled, turned on the speaker and put it aside without hanging up.

After a while, there was a rustling sound from the other end, as if the mobile phone was picked up.

Immediately afterwards, Tian Yuyang's deliberately lowered voice sounded: "Mr. Qin, I will take him back properly. Don't worry, if it's inconvenient, you can just hang up."

"Need not."

The car stopped at the entrance of the alley, but the two confronted Yang Fengyu.

"Do you have any experience?" Cheng Wen asked Tian Yuyang, "Can he still walk upright now?"

"It's hard to say," Tian Yuyang stepped forward, patted Yang Fengyu's face, and shouted, "Coconut?"

no response.

"Big name." Qin Fangcong's voice on the phone said calmly.

Tian Yuyang said "Oh", "Yang Fengyu?"

Still no response.

Cheng Wen also called out, "Yang Fengyu?"

Still no response.

Tian Yuyang shook his head, the answer was no solution.

Qin Fangcong clicked his tongue: "Give him the phone."

Tian Yuyang did as he did, and heard Qin Fangcong also shout: "Yang Fengyu."

The person whose eyes hadn't been opened snorted softly: "Huh?"

Tian Yuyang, Cheng Wen:? ? ?

Qin Fangcong: "Get up."

"Hmm..." Yang Fengyu replied in a daze, obviously still awake, Tian Yuyang took the opportunity to pull him up, and half-supported and half-dragged him back with Cheng Wen.

"Damn..." Tian Yuyang scolded as soon as he entered the door, "Why is the power cut off again? Can this place get better?"

Tian Yuyang spent a long time throwing Yang Fengyu back on the bed. Just as he was about to put down the phone, he realized that the call with Qin Fangcong had not been hung up.

"Teacher Qin, I have brought him back."

Qin Fangcong was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, "Why don't you stay on campus?"

Tian Yuyang was taken aback, "Ah, there is no other reason, just to help Coconut spread the rent, Haicheng is a place where every inch of land is expensive, and he can't afford it by himself now."

Qin Fangcong thought about his words and said, "I have a friend."

"what?"

"I have a friend who happens to have a vacant room in Zhongcui Garden. The monthly rent is two hundred for a single room." Qin Fangcong casually reported a number that he thought Yang Fengyu could accept.

"Two, two hundred? Zhongcui Garden? The monthly rent of our house is five thousand!" Tian Yuyang was dumbfounded, "Mr. Qin, is this friend of yours doing charity?"

"No," Qin Fangcong said, "but only one person can live there. The only requirement is to water the flowers on time. If you go back to school to live, he can think about it."

Tian Yuyang responded blankly, "Okay, I will tell the coconut."

"Only one person can live here." Qin Fangcong emphasized again, "So, you..."

Before Qin Fangcong could finish speaking, Tian Yuyang responded, "I understand! Then I'll tell Coconut tomorrow that I can just go back to the dormitory, and I haven't checked out yet!"

Qin Fangcong coughed lightly, trying to keep his tone normal: "Yes."

When Yang Fengyu woke up the next day, the cell phone beside his head was out of battery and turned off.

After charging the battery, I opened WeChat in a daze, and the chat interface between him and Qin Fangcong was at the top, followed by four small words: [Voice call]

"Damn it..." Yang Fengyu woke up instantly, and when he clicked on the dialog box, his eyes widened.

[Call duration 2′46″37]

Yang Fengyu stared at this number and fell into deep thought.

He didn't remember calling Qin Fangcong at all.

Could it be that he really has some kind of intermittent amnesia?

Yang Fengyu scrolled up with a serious expression, and saw his own voice again.

This is impressive.

Yang Fengyu's fingertips trembled slightly, and he clicked on the voice.

Yang Fengyu was so frightened by the sticky voice after drinking that he threw the phone and hit the bed with a loud noise.

"Coconut, are you awake?"

Tian Yuyang's voice came from outside the door, Yang Fengyu frantically retrieved the phone, turned over and got out of bed.

As soon as he went out, Tian Yuyang looked at him with strange eyes, Yang Fengyu twitched his forehead and asked, "Who brought me back yesterday?"

"Me, and brother Wen."

"Where is Qin Fangcong?"

Hearing his question, Tian Yuyang's expression became even more strange.

"I just got in the car yesterday and it was fine. It didn't take long before you started calling Mr. Qin. Just call and play like a baby, Yang Fengyu, aren't you a macho? Why didn't I realize that you still have this side?"

Yang Fengyu recalled the voice he heard just now, and Qin Fangcong listened to it word for word. Goosebumps all over his body, "I'll fuck you!! Spoil yourself like a ghost!"

Tian Yuyang couldn't beat Yang Fengyu, so he quickly changed the topic: "The landlord sent me a message this morning, saying that the water will be cut off tonight. The electricity and water are not stable, and it's expensive. Coconuts, we really have to change houses."

Only then did Yang Fengyu recover, "I found it. The cheap one is not as good as this one. I really can't afford to live in the expensive one. This house expires at the end of the month. If it doesn't work, I'll go back to the base to sleep, and you just go back to school."

"Oh yes, Mr. Qin said yesterday that he has a friend who has a vacant house with a separate room and a monthly rent of [-]."

"How much!?" Yang Fengyu almost broke his voice in excitement, "Two hundred?"

"Two hundred! I didn't miss two zeros. But it seems to be a single loft, a single room. In Zhongcui Garden, a riverside room in the city center!"

"Single room..." Yang Fengyu immediately realized something was wrong, and asked, "Where is it? Zhongcui Garden?"

Tian Yuyang nodded, "Do you think his friend is simply a philanthropist?"

Yang Fengyu laughed, "I think this friend is simply himself."

"Ah?" Tian Yuyang was puzzled, "Why don't you ask Mr. Qin for the details, Zhongcui Garden is great! It's convenient to go anywhere, and it's also near the river. 200 yuan is nothing."

"Do you think it's a pie in the sky?" Yang Fengyu asked.

"There are no pies in the sky, but Professor Qin in the sky will throw you pies." Tian Yuyang was quite sure.

After lunch, Yang Fengyu returned to the room, hesitating whether to send a message to Qin Fangcong.

Originally, their current relationship was neither awkward nor awkward, but Yang Fengyu also said harsh words, and the relationship was also cleared up, but after what happened last night, it became weird again.

Especially calling someone after drinking... Acting like a baby.

What is this all about! ! !

Yang Fengyu wanted to slap himself twice, it was so embarrassing.

He was staring at the call in a daze for a long time, when a new message suddenly popped up on the screen.

[. : The arrangement has been changed. ]

[. :[file][file]]

Yang Fengyu clicked on it, and it turned out to be the cypher accompaniment of their West City tour.

The already strong drumbeat was enhanced by Qin Fangcong, and the aggressiveness and sense of rhythm of the whole song have reached more than one level.

Yang Fengyu's blood began to flutter after listening to it, and he wanted to go out for a run for a couple of laps. Qin Fangcong's accompaniment was a stroke of genius!

It turned out that he went to change the accompaniment yesterday.

After struggling for a long time, I still haven't decided what to reply, but I received another one instead.

[. : Do you remember what you said yesterday? ]

Yang Fengyu blinked his eyes, it was really strange that he couldn't remember even a second of the nearly three hours of talking time.

[. : I have time today]

[. : Do you want to come over? ]

Yang Fengyu was taken aback, unplugged the cord and rushed out the door, "Tian Yuyang!!!"

Tian Yuyang poked his head out of the room, "What are you doing?"

"Did I do something strange yesterday after drinking too much, did I say something strange?"

Tian Yuyang looked puzzled: "No."

Yang Fengyu picked up the phone, and Qin Fangcong sent another message:

[. :I will pick you up]

This intimacy, this gallant deed.

"Are you sure you haven't?"

"Really not," Tian Yuyang frowned, "Anyway, I didn't have it when Brother Wen and I were here. Oh, even when we got off the bus, we couldn't wake you up. If Qin Fangcong calls you, you'll respond."

"What's the reaction? What's the reaction? Can your wording be more strict..." Yang Fengyu frowned and disliked himself, which he had an impression of, but he only remembered Qin Fangcong's voice, which was deep, magnetic, and pleasant to hear.

"But it's only half an hour since you called him and you went home. We didn't know after we sent you back to the room. The phone hadn't been hung up at that time. I don't know what you said."

Yang Fengyu's face changed suddenly, and he thought of Qin Fangcong's words, and then thought of losing his body. "Fuck, I won't sell myself, will I?"

"what?"

"Do you think I need to check my brain," Yang Fengyu asked, "