my zepple

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When they are about to enter the third year of high school, all kinds of art students will step up their training, or travel around to contact training institutions, and the time spent in school will only decrease.They will not go to institutions in various cities for training until the summer vacation.

It's not summer vacation yet, but Tong Yu hasn't seen Song Rou for almost a week.Ma Yiwei and the others mentioned several times in the studio that the group of music students in No. [-] Middle School often went to the Orange Bird Bar in Lan Kwai Fong recently.

When Tong Yu walks home from No. [-] Middle School, he will pass Lan Kwai Fong, but he usually takes the subway.It's just that after Tong Yu finished his class in the studio that day, he accidentally didn't go to the subway station.

When it was almost ten o'clock, he finally stood on the street of Lan Kwai Fong, looked left and right among the competing nightclub signs on both sides, and finally found the Orangebird in a dark alley.

A small bionic coconut tree was inserted on the signboard of the bar, and next to it were two English words formed by intertwined orange light tubes, which were flashing at a not-so-obvious frequency like a bad connection.

When Tong Yu was hesitating whether to go in or not by the trash can opposite the bar, a group of people just came out of the bar noisy.

Tong Yu saw Song Rou walking at the back.

Song Rou was wearing a black suit that day, pure black short sleeves, and black slim-fit trousers tucked into black motorcycle boots.The hair was braided close to the scalp and tied into a ponytail at the back of the head.Nearly 1.9 meters tall is very eye-catching in the crowd.

Tong Yu also saw a shorter boy with curly hair standing next to him. The two of them were very close. The boy seemed to be talking to Song Rou while walking.

When a group of people walked to the middle of the street, Song Rou saw Tong Yu.

Tong Yu seemed surprised when he saw him, then said something to the group of people, and walked straight towards Tong Yu.

After Song Rou approached, Tong Yu realized that he was still wearing makeup today.

The black eyeliner on the whole bag makes him look gorgeous and aggressive, the medium gray smokey eye shadow, and the silver powder at the end of the eye can be seen when the light flows.

Song Rou asked him why he was here, and Tong Yu said that he passed by here on his way home.

Just when Tong Yu felt guilty for Song Rou's raised eyebrows, the boy with curly hair that almost covered his eyes also came from the crowd. It was a foreign boy.

He glanced at Tong Yu, and then said to Song Rou: "May I have your phone number?"

The words were really ambiguous, the boy held the black mobile phone, two white fingers grabbed Song Rou's clothes, and pulled gently.

Song Rou took the phone from him and entered a series of phone numbers.

Said lightly to the foreign boy: "onlybytext."

Then he took Tong Yu in his arms, "Let's go, I invite you to eat Maxiao."

Tong Yu asked puzzledly: "What is Ma Xiao?"

Song Rou clicked her tongue and laughed at him: "You don't even know the quintessence of the country?"

Tong Yu was dragged by Song Rou to run for several streets, until he was forced to sit down at the food stall, he was still thinking about the boy just now, feeling a little bored.

He couldn't hold back and asked, "Do you know that foreigner just now?"

Song Rou was looking at the menu at that time, without raising her head, she just said that she met when she was performing in a bar.

Tong Yu answered immediately: "That means I don't know each other."

Song Rou: "???"

Tong Yu asked again: "Why do you give phone numbers to people you don't know?"

Song Rou raised her eyes slowly at this moment, and said with a half-smile, "I gave you a fake number."

Tong Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded again: "You did the right thing."

Then he saw Song Rou clearly hooked her lips and smiled this time, with sharp edges and corners, he thought it was very sexy.

Song Rou smiled and said to him, "You're quite lenient."

The two ordered four catties of sesame seeds and two glass bottles of Tianfu Coke.

Holding the transparent gloves, Tong Yu stared blankly at the steaming pot of crayfish. He had never eaten this kind of food, so he had no way of doing it.

So he smacked his lips dryly, and complained to Song Rou: "It looks a bit prickly."

Song Rou sighed, and took out a crayfish from the basin, with two small red pincers hanging down obediently.

"Okay."

Tong Yu watched him gently pinch the shrimp from the middle and remove the shrimp tail from the body.Song Rou threw the front part of the fangs and claws on the white porcelain plate casually, and finally peeled off the shell of the shrimp tail lightly, and handed it to Tong Yu.

Tong Yu picked up the small shrimp tail and put it into his mouth, and then Song Rou saw his pure black eyes flickering slightly, chewing quickly like a hamster, and when swallowing, Song Rou also saw him squinting in satisfaction. squinted.

"good to eat?"

Song Rou asked knowingly.

"good to eat!"

Tong Yu glanced at the front of the dish again, licked his lips, and asked, "Is this section useless?"

"Yes, there is..."

After hearing this, Song Rou picked up the front part of the stretching teeth and claws, and asked Tong Yu to stretch out his hand.

Tong Yu obeyed obediently.

Then Song Rou held up a lobster's pincers and gently placed it on his finger,

"say hi?"

Tong Yu: "..."

After that, Tong Yu quickly mastered the knack of peeling hemp, and achieved a real one-second-one child.It didn't take long for this pot to bottom out.

Song Rou wanted him to slow down, so she asked him, "Have you contacted the studio for the training camp?"

"not yet."

Then Tong Yu ate another crayfish, and then remembered what he wanted to ask a long time ago: "Do you study at the National Conservatory of Music?"

Song Rou was drinking from a Coke bottle, she just shook her head.

After swallowing the soda, he returned to him: "I want to go to T University. How about you, National Academy of Fine Arts?"

Tong Yu's hands that peeled the lobster paused, "Should," he continued, "I may not be able to pass the exam..."

Song Rou lightly touched the glass bottle neck in Tong Yu's hand, and said with a smile, "You know it's okay, right?"

Tong Yu picked up the soda bottle with both hands, and took a sip, without further ado.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and some diners were scattered in the food stall.

Ma Xiaodui is steaming hot in the basin, and the air bubbles in the glass bottle rise slowly along the bottle wall. The temperature in early June is not too high, and the evening wind is still cool.

That was their 17 years old.

My setting here: (There is a big gap with reality, so please don’t substitute it.)

The best music major is the National Conservatory of Music (not in Beijing), but the music major of T University (in Beijing) is as famous as the National Music.

The best one for fine arts is the National Academy of Fine Arts (not in Beijing). Only after several major fine arts academies have been lined up can one go to the fine arts department of a comprehensive university.

Here it is written that Xiaoyu was No. 1 in the provincial professional entrance examination for fine arts that year, so in terms of professional level, he must have no problem passing the National American school entrance examination.

The cultural score requirements of comprehensive universities will be much higher than those of professional colleges.