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Chapter 23 The Flat Head Illusion
For a moment, Tianyang thought that his recent life was like filming a scripted reality show.

All kinds of coincidences, all kinds of conflicts, all let him run into each other.

In foreign countries, it is normal for guests who participate in poetry readings and perform on stage to not be good at Chinese, but it is a bit unbelievable that he was chosen to help.

But after thinking about it, he is the only Chinese man in the audience, and the position in the last row and the only down jacket in the audience are so conspicuous, which is reasonable.

It was within reason to meet Morena, after all, she was a member of the 'Red Rose' club.

Only meeting that girl, the degree of coincidence is about the same as winning the 500 million jackpot in the lottery.

The BGM sounded at the scene, and before he had time to think too much, Tianyang took another deep breath.

In the soothing and melodious BGM, Tianyang said a sentence first, followed by Farage

"Moonlight in front of the bed" "Moonlight for hiding money"

"Suspected to be frost on the ground" "Frost on the ground with corpses"

"Looking up at the bright moon" "Sniping the head and dying every month"

"Bow your head and think about your hometown" "Shave your head in Death Valley Township"

After the four sentences were finished, the men below the stage stood up and applauded, praising Farage for a good read, and the ladies also applauded because of the occasion.

Only Tianyang and that girl had black lines on their faces.

A poem expressing the homesickness of a guest on an autumn night makes Farage read it like a horror story.

"There is a place called Guxiang, where a lot of money is hidden, and people visit it every month. A large number of corpses are lost on the side of the road, all covered with frost, because these people clashed, and some people died in sniper bombings. head, and some people die by beheading with a razor..."

The more he thought about it, the more frightening he became. Tianyang quickly stopped, smiled at Farage, and was about to step off the stage. As soon as he took a step, the host stopped him.

"Everyone, let me introduce you solemnly. This gentleman is Li Tianyang, an alumnus of the School of Computer Science, and also the main scorer of the school basketball team. In the morning game, he led the school team to victory over Arizona State University and scored 25 points and 12 times. Assist, ESPN adjusted him to the first round pick in the first time!"

After the host finished speaking, all the men below the stage stood up and applauded loudly and from the bottom of their hearts.

"Is our school finally going to have another NBA player?"

"Stanford Glory!"

"Keep going!"

The ladies below the stage also showed expressions of interest, only Morena got up and left the stage with a displeased face.

Farage beside Tianyang also changed his gaze from gratitude to curiosity.

He smiled and nodded, but he didn't understand why the host could recognize him. He was about to ask what happened when he saw Shelfield on the edge of the stage and winked at him.

So that was the case, Tianyang bowed down again to express his thanks, then stepped off the stage and went back to the back row to sit down.

The new recitation has already started, and Tianyang has no intention of listening. He plans to thank the girl face to face, because her encouragement can be said to have completely changed his life.

Without that long shot, Tasker would not have invited him to participate in the community competition, let alone the thrilling victory in the morning.

But Tianyang looked at the girl's seat several times, and the other party was watching the recitation performance attentively.

It was not easy to wait until the host announced the end of the performance, and the audience entered the free discussion time. Tianyang immediately rushed up, stood in front of the girl, stretched out his hand and said:
"Hello, my name is Li Tianyang, from Chengdu, Sichuan."

"Hello, Jiang Rulan, nice to meet you."

"When spring comes, the river is as green as blue?"

"Correct."

"I couldn't thank you in person last time. I must make it up this time. Are you free? Let's go eat Sichuan food later. There is a restaurant outside the school. I have been there a few times and the taste is not bad..."

"Dating a girl like you is tantamount to asking for a fish. You can even get tickets for 'Red Rose'. Why are you so confused?"

"........."

Tianyang couldn't utter a single word, so he could only scratch his head. Jiang Rulan smiled lightly, and continued, "Okay, I'm just joking with you. If you learn computer and play basketball, the probability of becoming a straight man of steel is indeed a bit high. Thank you Invitation from me, but I have already made an appointment, and I am here for an academic exchange at Stanford this time.”

"Oh..." Tianyang was a little lost. In order not to be cold, he asked along the topic: "What about academic exchanges?".

"Mainly discuss the similarities between the quatrains and words of the Tang and Song dynasties and Western metrical poetry, free verse, and prose poetry."

"Then this theme meeting?"

"Yes, one of the leaders of the 'Red Rose' club is a good friend of mine. She helped hold this theme meeting and warmed up for the academic exchanges between today and tomorrow."

"It seems that your school supports art research."

"Normal, it's close to Hollywood. Our school's sports, especially basketball, are pretty good too!"

The UCLA basketball team was very good in the past few years. It has declined slightly in the past two years, but it still maintains a good record in the regular season.

When Jiang Rulan said this, Tianyang immediately remembered that the Sequoia team's away game the day after tomorrow was against UCLA.

"Coincidentally, I'm going to your school to play a game the day after tomorrow..."

"Really?" Jiang Rulan seemed finally interested in chatting, "Then I'll go to the scene to cheer for you, but I still support our school team to win."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Rulan put on a face, "Do you want to say anything else?"Don't say anything, I have something else' expression.

Tianyang scratched his head and smiled again, and asked with some embarrassment and hesitation: "Can... can I have a contact information?"

"Okay, my WeChat is..."

Before Jiang Rulan finished speaking, Tianyang felt someone pat him on the shoulder, and when he looked back, Farage was smiling at him.

"Please wait a moment..." Tianyang planned to write down the WeChat number first, and Farage nodded.

"If someone is looking for you, you should do it first? Anyway, we will meet again the day after tomorrow." Jiang Rulan spoke to him, and at the same time nodded to Faraqi.

"Leave a number first..."

"I want you to explain to me the verses in the corridor, do you think it's okay?" Farage took Tianyang's hand and was about to go to the corridor.

After walking a few steps, Tianyang finally realized, "Oh, don't do this, I'll leave a number first...".

But when he turned around, Jiang Rulan had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Both girls are so busy?Are you in a hurry?Tianyang shook his head helplessly, put away his mind, and prepared to explain the representative works of various famous poets to Farage.

"What does this sentence mean? There are carriages, mountains, and flowers. Tell me quickly."

Following Farage's finger, Tianyang saw Du Mu's poem: "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, frost leaves are red like February flowers"

"It's like this. Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a road under the mountain. One day, a few people came along the road. They sat in a carriage, ate hot pot and sang songs..."

On the premise of not violating the general idea, Tianyang made up a background story, and Farage seemed to enjoy listening to it. She nodded frequently, as if she was very interested.

But Tianyang was keenly aware that Farage's eyes were not on the poems or even the portraits at all, but kept looking at a middle-aged woman not far away.

The middle-aged woman held a camera in her hand and took pictures repeatedly. Tianyang realized that Farage had been looking for an angle to match the middle-aged woman's shooting.

After a few words, the middle-aged woman walked towards the two of them, took Farage's hand and said, "The filming is finished, enough publicity, let's go, there is still a party."

Farage obviously resisted, but still gave Tianyang an apologetic look, and followed the middle-aged woman to leave.

Tianyang was stunned again. According to the routine of the novel, shouldn't Farage take the initiative to ask him out after the end?
Now it's all right, Farage is gone, Jiang Rulan is gone, and he is alone again.

"Made, it's boring, it's better to play DOTA at home."

But after returning to the King's Avenue community, Tianyang still didn't understand, and couldn't help but tell Aaron the whole experience.

"Brother, do you think at least one of the two girls should accept your invitation?"

"Yeah, why is it different from what was written in the novel?"

"Have you had your hair cut recently?"

"Well, what's the matter? I cut my hair short for the school team."

"No wonder, you have a flat-headed illusion (referring to guessing that girls like you without any basis). The two girls are just chatting with you politely. Especially that Farage, it seems that he wants to make his debut and become a big star. Asking you to explain ancient poetry is just to create a character who loves literature."

"I see……"

"Don't think too much, there are only 5 months left before the draft, and Niubi has already been blown out, why don't you hurry up and redouble your training?"

(End of this chapter)