God of danger

The three of them quickly became two on one on the Dao Yazi.

Guan Jie's face recognition skills are better than Lu Rongxing's, and he still has a slight impression of deja vu on Liu Bai, but he just can't remember where he met him.

On the way to meet, he squeezed Lu Rongxing and asked, "Who is this?"

"Liu Bai," Lu Rongxing said in a low voice, "It's the one that Curly said I pried into the corner of their wall last October."

Guan Jie "oh" for a moment, remembered, and looked at Liu Bai, feeling that this guy is really handsome, no wonder there are bloody love affairs around him.

But a good-looking person has the right to harm the country and the people, Guan Jie thinks he looks more pleasing to the eye than curly hair.Maybe the main reason is that he is more handsome than curly hair, and also whiter than Lu Rongxing.

Lu Rongxing hadn't seen Liu Bai and the others for almost half a year, and was a little puzzled by his sudden act of looking for him.

Liu Bai is an aggressive player. When looking for someone, he doesn't wait for others to ask, and he expresses his intention when he comes up.

He first smiled at the two of them, then turned to Lu Rongxing: "Long time no see, I came to you because I have something to ask for your help. There will be a Yanqiao Cultural Week in April next year, I wonder if you have heard of it? "

Hearing this, Guan Jie and Lu Rongxing looked at each other, and began to mutter again: "Is it held in the city gymnasium every year, and sometimes stars are invited to the event?"

Lu Rongxing said "hmm", "It should be."

Guan Jie immediately understood Liu Bai's reason for coming, he probably wanted to find Lu Rongxing to perform.

Yanqiao Culture Week is considered a grand event in the city.

This old Mr. Yan is a deceased celebrity in the city. Guan Jie even memorized his modern poems in his junior high school Chinese textbook. The master was born in Chaoyang and spent most of his life elsewhere. Now he has become a cultural figure in the city. coordinate.

Although Guan Jie has never been to the movie, he can see its promotion every year on the telephone poles in the streets of the town. Counting down the number of times, next year happens to be an integer, and it will be the tenth.

According to domestic habits, a multiple of ten is a big day, and it is usually a special event.

Guan Jie felt that Liu Bai seemed to have brought Lu Rongxing a good job.

Liu Bai did come here for this reason: "Our teacher wants to arrange a stage play and perform it together. If you can win an award, it should be no problem to add 20 points to your college entrance examination."

"Our current situation is that there is a lack of a plucking seat for musical instruments. Among the people I know, you are the most suitable, so let me ask you, are you interested in forming a team with us?"

This scene is not small, and Lu Rongxing also knows it, but he finds it very strange: "Don't your school have a musical instrument major? Why don't you find someone from this school?"

Liu Bai was very direct, shaking out the background of the school with a single mouth: "This school is not suitable. This play is about historical themes and talks about the battlefield, so the accompaniment must be imposing. I want to use big drums and pipas, and the drums can also be used for fighting. The drummers gather together, but the pipa can’t find anyone.”

Lu Rongxing didn't understand why they had to use the pipa: "Can't the zither work? Its sound is quite similar to the pipa."

"No," Liu Bai denied quickly this time, "The sound quality of the guzheng is dim, and the weak bars have almost no sound. Once the drum is hit, it will be drowned, and the effect of imitating the sound is not comparable to that of the pipa. How about it? Think about it. one time?"

When he passed by the piano room last year, he mistook the pipa for the guzheng. On the one hand, he did not compare it with the same score, and on the other hand, Lu Rongxing was playing Wenqu.

Recently, Liu Bai checked the information because of his need, and found that on the plucked stringed instruments, only the first pipa can be divided into civil and martial.

The teacher said that if you can't find someone to perform, you can just perform and not play. While you still have time, you can directly use the money to find someone to make a soundtrack where conditions permit.

But Liu Bai thinks it is best to be able to perform live. He is very casual in finding a partner, but he is still competitive professionally. He needs honors and awards, and the more the better.

The visual conflict of playing together is obviously stronger, and the stage effect is also richer, so he thought of Lu Rongxing.

The Lord is not very moved.

The project that Lu Rongxing cooperated best with his classmates stopped at running blackboard newspapers together, the kind that could be done in an hour, and he had never done long-term cooperation.

In addition, he was not familiar with Liu Bai, so he didn't even have the initiative to help.

Therefore, Lu Rongxing's tone was tactful, but he quickly refused: "Thank you, for looking up to me. But I have no performance experience, I have never performed with others, and I have never played martial arts. , I don’t have time to arrange the show, and it’s not suitable in every way, so you should find someone else.”

As long as Liu Bai can find someone, he will not come to him because of the conflict.

It cannot be said that there are no masters who can play the pipa in the city, but Liu Bai does not know him.

To be honest, he considered that Guo Rongxing would refuse, because this guy was quite cold, but Liu Bai didn't expect to be rejected so simply.

However, it is not his style to be persuaded by one sentence. Liu Bai said in a retreat: "Okay, I will look for it again, but you should think about it again. This composition is really suitable for Pipa. After the demo, I will give it a try." Take it to the piano room for you to listen to, and you can make a decision after listening, okay?"

Lu Rongxing refused again, but Liu Bai obviously didn't listen.

He saw that Lu Rongxing was not good at talking, so before he left, he extended his hand to connect with Guan Jie, and laughed with a superb memory: "See you the second time, let's shake hands, the one who went to the wrong door in the karaoke Primary school students."

Guan Jie looked at the earphones on his neck, and suddenly a picture flashed in his mind, reminding him of the meeting the year before last.

He grabbed Liu Bai's hand in astonishment, shook it twice, and said miraculously, "It's you."

Lu Rongxing heard several key words in a row, and immediately remembered that Guan Jie was lost that day, and Liu Bai showed him the way.

"Well," Liu Bai didn't mention this old incident, because it was too small to be considered a help, so he just admired Lu Rongxing's face and forgot about the behavior of giving directions.

"Why are you here?" Liu Bai let go of his hand and glanced at the campus in the south of the city, "Did you send your brother here to report?"

As long as his attitude is friendly, Guan Jie can chat with anyone, and he can answer him fluently: "No, I also come here to go to school."

Liu Bai didn't think he looked like a high school student, but there are also people who look small in their art school. He didn't bother with the problem of Tong Yan, but just drooped his eyelids and said with appreciation: "It's good, someone is covering you. That's fine. , I won't waste your time, see you later."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, turned around and went to the side of the road to look at the traffic lights.

This guy always comes and goes like the wind. Although he appears suddenly, he walks neatly and doesn't pester others. Lu Rongxing thinks this is very good and cool.

As soon as Liu Bai left, he and Guan Jie continued their dinner journey. He said, "What's for dinner?"

Guan Jie was still thinking about the Cultural Week, so he picked up a stall in front of him and reported: "Duck blood vermicelli soup, is it okay?"

Lu Rongxing felt that the soup might not last until 10 o'clock in the evening, so he paired the soup with 2 biscuits: "Yes."

Guan Jie finished his meal worryingly, and brought up what happened just now, he turned his head to look at Lu Rongxing and said, "Are you really not considering performing with them? 20 points, more than the last big math problem 7 points, quite high."

To be honest, Guan Jie felt that for the 78-point Wulian, the probability of his playing the piano was higher than the 20 points in the math test.

"You can't consider it if you are tall," Lu Rongxing could understand, "It's so easy to add 20 points."

"It's definitely no problem to win awards for the programs produced by the art school, but everyone else is professional, they are training during our class time, and amateur players like me are not at the same level as them."

"If you agree, it will be difficult for everyone if you can't meet the teacher's requirements and can't get up and down. I'd better go to class honestly."

Guan Jie didn't know much about majors. He felt that he was already professional enough, but he didn't want to participate. Anyway, talent points were just a bonus, and they all had to rely on cultural points to get into college.

Guan Jie nodded, and unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a small stall, and the conversation suddenly changed: "Do you want to eat Spike potatoes?"

Lu Rongxing has gotten a little angry these two days: "Eat the non-spicy ones."

Guan Jie scratched his neck, looked at the flavors on the tin cart, passed by quickly, and ordered a sweet and sour flavor that wasn't spicy at all.

The wavy potato sticks on the stand are all pre-cooked. The boss quickly boiled some leeks and bean sprouts, poured them into an iron basin with potatoes, added seasonings and stirred them, and evenly shook them into a disposable paper bowl.

Guan Jie didn't let her wear a plastic bag, but gave her 2 yuan, took 2 bamboo sticks from the chopsticks, stuck them on the potatoes and left the stall, walked side by side with Lu Rong, holding the sticks and poking the potatoes while walking .

Guan Jie was still suffering in junior high school last year, and Lu Rongxing seldom ate these roadside stalls.

In the first year of high school, he didn't meet with the people in his class at meal times, and he was used to being alone. The only time he ate wontons outside here was with Zhang Yiye who came over.

In addition, the wontons were not very good, and he has been eating in Qingyin's cafeteria since then. He has no idea how good and cheap the food outside the school is, making people happy.

Right now, Lu Rongxing tasted a piece of potato sticks, and found that the taste was moderately sour and salty, and the potatoes were crispy but not raw.

Guan Jie also found it delicious, and the two of them quickly sat on the ponytail at the vermicelli booth, leaning their heads against each other and forked the potatoes.

After a while, the vermicelli in clear soup came to the table. There was a layer of green onion floating on the soup. The smell was a little bit strong, but it was better than the soft vermicelli.

Guan Jie didn't like to eat duck blood, and Lu Rongxing didn't eat offal. The two of them threw something into the bowl opposite them while eating, and heard the stall owner place an order strangely.

Don’t worry, green onion, ginger and coriander are all pediatrics. Before Guan Jie put down the bowl, he saw a new girl talking about cross talk beside the soup pot.

No onion, no ginger, no garlic, no coriander, no duck blood, no intestines, no duck heart, no liver, no pepper, no monosodium glutamate, no chicken essence, and less salt...

Seeing the boss twitching his eyebrows, Guan Jie was probably confused and didn't know what to do.

After eating and drinking enough, the two of them wandered back to the dormitory to get the pencil case and notebooks, and separated at the door of Building 2. They made an appointment for evening self-study and then moved to Lu Rongxing's dormitory.

When Guan Jie returned to the dormitory, he saw a group of people eating grapes around a basin.

The grapes were brought by Hu Xinyi from home. During the 3 years of junior high school, he brought fruit to everyone every year. Xiao Jian ate so much that he would kneel down to him, but the delicious guy left this year.

When Hu Xinyi saw Guan Jie, he picked up a handful from the basin and handed it wet: "Old rules, don't run around on the first day of school, bro, you won't even be able to see the skin if it's later."

Guan Jie was still hiccupping on the way up the stairs, and now he can't eat any more, so he didn't want such a big string, he just pulled a small hanging from it, leaned on the iron frame and laughed: "I changed the school, I forgot the rules, Stand up now. I just went to have dinner with Lu Rongxing, when did you come back?"

Hu Xinyi squeezed a grape into his mouth, and when he heard that there were fellow villagers, he smiled immediately: "Brother Lu is here too, great! I just came back not long ago, and I ran into a 107 at the school gate, guess what?" which one?"

Guan Jie raised his eyelids: "Feng Xiaosong?"

Hu Xinyi poohed the seeds, because his appetite was not enough, he said dissatisfiedly: "How do you know? Did you see him too?"

Guan Jie felt that there was no need to look at it. As far as the distribution of 107 grades was concerned, the most likely person was the former dormitory head. He said, "Which class was he assigned to?"

"I didn't ask." Hu Xinyi didn't care much about this, "I don't care what class he is in, he's not in our class anyway."

Luo Feng was the shortest man-eating man, he ran over and interjected: "Who are you talking about?"

Hu Xinyi immediately chatted with him about the once famous No. 107 Middle School [-]. Hearing the story of men and women jumping into bed, the new roommates expressed their shock.

After eating the grapes and talking nonsense, everyone packed up their things and walked into Class 9 of Senior One. The head teacher sitting on the podium was the old Zhang who led Lu Ronghang last year.

Lao Zhang has been leading the key class for the past few years. He is a very qualified old teacher. Normally, he will not be in class 9, but this year he is in poor health and wants to relax, which is why he reunited with Guan Jiexi.

After the class bell rang at 5:40, Lao Zhang copied what he said in class 1 last year, and then started the process of selecting cadres and issuing books.

Guan Jie also chose to be a commoner.

On the first day of school, there were many things to do, and the time passed quickly. Before anyone could feel the torment, the bell for the end of evening self-study rang.

After leaving the classroom, Guan Jie said to Hu Xinyi: "Lu Rongxing is going to change dormitories today, I'll help him move his things, I'm leaving."

After eating Lu Ge's food, Hu Xinyi is also willing to contribute a little: "Is there a lot of food? If there is a lot, I can help."

Guan Jie didn't feel much, so he ran away alone.

Arriving at the 1th and 4th floors of Building 6, there were sophomores carrying quilts and buckets everywhere. Guan Jie thought that it was lucky that he didn't call Hu Xinyi, otherwise he wouldn't be able to help much, so he could only come here and be trampled.He sneaked into 606 through the crowd and saw Lu Rongxing bent over to pack.

Guan Jie came in and took over the job of stuffing the quilt into the bag, freeing up Lu Rongxing to pack things like cups and thermos bottles.

Qian Yuan came in after collecting his clothes from the outside, and when he looked up, he saw a short man he didn't know kneeling on Lu Rongxing's bed. When he asked, he found out that it was his little brother next door. Envious.

Lu Rongxing moved from 606 to 404 below. The two of them managed to squeeze downstairs and were walking in the corridor on the 2th floor when the horn on the bedroom side suddenly rang.

"Everyone in the second year of high school, please pay attention, there are 30 minutes before the dormitory lights are turned off, please change to the dormitory of your class as soon as possible, and do all housework including washing before the lights are turned off."

After the report was over, the broadcast repeated itself.

Guan Jie was aroused by it and suddenly thought of a question. He turned his head in the dim light, his eyes dimly lit up: "I forgot to ask you, did you enter the broadcasting room in high school?"