Platinum Key of Rebirth

There are many miraculous things in this world. For example, Fei Lan was reborn. He was reborn from a world-renowned pianist to a young rich playboy.But no matter how amazing it is, there is no way for a pianist who has only been in class for two months to pass the final exam.At this time, the role of Xueba is manifested, no matter whether the other party has the word "rival in love" or not.

Of course, Fei Lan is a little concerned about her sister Fei Yuexin's temporary business trip, so she forgets about it normally, but after the night Lei Ruoqing visited, she must be inseparable from Lei's family.However, as the final exam approached, this little suspicion was temporarily suppressed by Fei Lan.He is now excitedly carrying a large pile of exam notes borrowed from Yan Lei to the vice president's room of the student union.

At the end of the study period, not only the exams made the top students in the student union feel overwhelmed, but various follow-up events also tested their abilities.Yan Lei not only has to deal with his own exams, but also the affairs of the student union, and the things pushed by his seniors. What a vice president does is not as good as a handyman, he thought a little depressingly.

But the biggest advantage of him is that no matter how many things there are, he can arrange them in an orderly manner, or in other words, he has the ability to enter the situation at any time.It seems that since he was sensible, being busy has been commonplace for him.With one hand on his chin, he flipped through the summary work of the student union at the end of the semester, thinking about how to make financial and activity reports, and how to spend the budget for the first semester of next year from the principal...

It is also because the entire student union is supported by the vice president alone - the president and other cadres are only busy with exams and graduation internships, and they simply push the work of the student union to the younger generation.Therefore, an office was specially prepared for the vice president in the student union building. Yan Lei skipped elective courses this afternoon and spent his time on these chores. Fortunately, he will have no problem getting credits for his elective courses.

After reading the summary outline, he picked up another stack of untidy documents, which were applications from various associations for funding for the second half of the semester.Because the school is too big, all kinds of associations account for a huge share in the number. The previous president was too easy-going, and all the applications for the establishment of various associations were approved with one word: "Yes." So now when applying for funds, Yan Lei had to come up with various reasons to reduce expenses.

At this moment, the door of the vice president's office was pushed open.

"Are you busy?" Fei Lan held the doorknob, holding a stack of notes in his hand, "I have copied them all, and I will return them to you."

Yan Lei shook his head with a smile, then pushed aside the pile of messy applications: "It's okay, what about your elective courses in the afternoon?"

"Professor Vince said I could pass, so I ran out." He replied with a smile, walked in, looked at the huge desk full of papers of various sizes, and had to put the pile of paper The note was placed on the spot where Yan Lei had just "scanned" it out: "Thank you for your note, it helped me a lot." Apart from hypnotizing the economics books as thick as bricks, Fei Lan no longer knew What else is there? Fortunately, Yan Lei saw himself with a sad face that day, and kindly took out his notebook, which even marked the key points of the exam.

This is no different from saving someone's life. Fei Lan instantly elevated Yan Lei's status in his heart. Maybe he has never experienced such a desperate feeling of "life and death disaster" in his previous life, so this time he was particularly panicked.

"I'm really not talented in economics." Fei Lan sat on the only vacant chair beside his desk. He could easily memorize any complicated music scores, but he was not good at such boring knowledge.

Yan Lei looked at him, the young man was sitting on a chair by the window, a perfect silhouette was cut out by the warm sunshine in the winter afternoon, his appearance was handsome, with a hint of slack in his delicacy, his slightly long hair made him look slightly biased neutral.His fingers were long and slender, with the unproductive softness unique to rich kids. At this moment, he was casually picking up a stack of papers on the window sill, flipping through them carelessly, and complaining that he had no talent in cultural subjects.

"Many people don't have talent," Yan Lei said naturally, "You take talent too seriously."

Fei Lan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed. He still had the habit of academia, judging whether a person can go further on the road of art, and judged by "talent".However, this world is not like the music industry. In addition to "talent", there is also hard work and luck.

He tilted his head: "You are right, no one can use 'talent' as an excuse for failure, especially in these studies."

Yan Lei put his notes aside, smiled and continued to read the wonderful funding applications of those associations.

The atmosphere was more relaxed than he had ever felt before, and even a pile of work that didn't belong to him became less annoying.Is it because of the relationship with this person?Yan Lei looked at Fei Lan, who was looking at a lot of review materials, and the difficult and unfamiliar knowledge made him frown.As if aware of Yan Lei's gaze, Fei Lan was a little embarrassed: "Did I disturb your work? Then I..."

"No, it doesn't matter," Yan Lei said hastily, the warm sunlight fell on his fingertips, and he made an excuse at random, "Anyway, I have some chores here, if you review here, don't you understand? If so, we can discuss it together.”

Fei Lan's eyes lit up, although he already had notes, but when he looked around, they were all questions that he didn't understand!With Yan Lei's words, it's too unreasonable not to take advantage of this.

"Then, what does this mean?" Fei Lan seized the opportunity, this kind of benefit does not come every day.

"Which one?"

"This..." Fei Lan ran up to Yan Lei and pointed it out, "Look, I can't understand the difference between the two systems at all, because in my opinion, apart from the different deadlines, All the rest are the same."

Yan Lei froze for a moment, he followed Fei Lan's fair fingers, but nothing on them caught his eyes.The opponent's hand rested naturally on his shoulder, very close to him, for some reason—maybe it was the last time they attended a class together, the opponent's unconscious tapping on the table left a deep impression on him.It's like a pair of pianist's hands, it's so flexible and graceful, when it falls, it's like a dazzling light emanates, an incredible feeling.

And that night, he had an incredible dream.The protagonist of the dream is Fei Lan, which is completely beyond my expectations. The other's slender fingers slowly slid across my skin, with a kind of gentle temptation / temptation, trying to arouse some desires / desires that should not appear.Of course, this dream was short and inexplicable, but just like that, even when I woke up, it seemed to be vivid in my mind.

Now, when the other person is so close, it feels like unburned ashes, trying to burn again.Yan Lei felt his face was slightly hot.

"Why is that?" The man was still tirelessly seeking an answer.

And Fei Lan didn't know that his question was not heard by the other party at all.

He is still waiting for an answer.

Of course, Fei Lan is a well-cultivated person. He waited patiently, but the other party just stared at his notes intently, as if it was a unique problem in the world.Since he had been leaning against the opponent, Fei Lan changed his posture.

For such a messy office, a small place can hold countless files, even if it is vacant or not.

Therefore, when Fei Lan changed his posture, he naturally pressed on a large pile of documents protruding from the side, but the "foundation" of the documents was unstable, and half of them were suspended in the air. , it overturned naturally, together with Fei Lan.

"Wow!" Fei Lan was startled, lost his center of gravity and fell to the side of the desk, but he was in a panic and wanted to grab something, but when he reached out, he took more documents from the cabinet.

With a "bang", the stack of documents that was expected to hit him did not fall, but landed next to his body with a "crackling".

Fei Lan opened his eyes uneasily, only to realize that Yan Lei was protecting him with helpless eyes.

"I'm sorry, are you okay..." Fei Lan apologized cautiously, seeing that Yan Lei was sweeping the paper off his body with his hand, he suddenly stretched out a hand.

It doesn't hurt to have the documents smashed on your body, but it's a little awkward to be in such a position.Fei Lan's coat itself was not buttoned, revealing the smoky gray v-neck sweater inside. The few buttons on the shirt were probably because the owner got up early in a hurry, so they were not buttoned up, revealing the beautiful collarbone under Xin's long neck.

The dream filled with uneasiness and temptation became clear again, Yan Lei remembered that the other party's fingers brushed across the skin here vaguely, with a hint of restraint/desire, and when the other party's fingers stretched over At that time, that dream became very real, as if it had a dream come true, and all he can do now is hold his breath——

"Ah, what is this?" The other party stretched his fingers towards his ear, and pulled out a piece of colorful paper from his back.

Fei Lan held the paper in his hand. It was a competition poster. It was so colorful that it didn't make sense. Below it was a five-line numbered notation, a very simple piece of music.So he read it again, only to realize that this is a composition competition organized by Hongyu, a well-known company in the entertainment industry. It is open to all universities and selects creative talents openly and fairly.

"This... Let me see," Yan Lei took it from Fei Lan's hand, "I'm planning to hand this over to the Propaganda Department. Anyway, the competition is during the winter vacation. The Conservatory of Music should welcome this kind of competition." While pulling Fei Lan up, the fingers touched were slightly hot.

"That's it." Fei Lan nodded thoughtfully, stood up and tugged on his coat, "Should I send it over now? I just happened to be going to the Conservatory of Music."

Yan Lei was a little surprised, but since the other party said so, he nodded: "Then it will be troublesome."

After Fei Lan left, the room became quiet again, and even the sunlight that fell into the office dimmed.Yan Lei sat down and continued to immerse himself in his work. The thought that just came up made him feel terrible.