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Jiang Xing was bluffed by Fu Chengfeng, and he froze in place for a while, not daring to argue any more.The two looked at each other in silence, the heat was blowing from the air conditioner on the wall, Jiang Xing was shirtless, and felt his arms itchy, and from the corner of his eye, it was the warm wind blowing his hair.

He looked at Fu Chengfeng's serious face, feeling a little guilty, he reached out and poked Fu Chengfeng's shoulder, "Hey, why are you so angry?"

Fu Chengfeng's eyes fell on his chest, and Jiang Xing suddenly felt his chest was itchy, and his heart suddenly felt cold - it wouldn't be possible to grow chest hair overnight!He hurriedly looked down and saw that the chest was flat and smooth except for two light-colored dots, and he was relieved, luckily.

When I looked up again, I saw Fu Chengfeng coughed twice with a reddish face: "I'm not angry, I just hope you don't become impulsive and stupid. If you just think it's fun, there's no need to choose this kind of day, one or two degrees above zero." , is it plausible for you to run outside with nothing on?"

"I—" Jiang Xing wanted to refute, but he felt that he had no confidence. He had to admit that after Bai Yu said this rotten and exciting idea, his first thought was——this is so fucking fun!Anyway, his face was painted black, no one knew that he was Jiang Xing from Class [-] in the mist, he could slap and play as he wanted, and play as he wanted.

He poked his mouth up, struggled a little in his heart, finally let himself go, and fell forward like a limp, straight to Fu Chengfeng, Fu Chengfeng stretched out his hands to catch it ——

"Do you want to know me so well—" Jiang Xing muttered softly, buried his face in Fu Chengfeng's chest, and said vaguely: "Then what do you think?"

Fu Chengfeng's hand rested on his back, the palm was smooth and delicate, there was a heartbeat sound in the palm, and it was unknown whose it belonged to.

He straightened Jiang Xing and threw the clothes to him, "Put the clothes on first."

Jiang Xing was obedient this time.

Walking out of the dormitory, there was no one in the hallway. Jiang Xing just said, "They may go first—" Turning around, he saw a slight movement in Lu Tian's dormitory at the diagonally opposite door. Jiang Xing raised his eyebrows and walked over to call for someone, and knocked on the door, " Let's go downstairs together!"

The movement inside stopped abruptly.

It didn't take long for Lu Tian and Bai Yu to come out. Jiang Xing stared at them suspiciously for a while, and saw that the two looked the same as usual, but there was a difference. The little black face is still the same color as before, but Bai Yu's little eyes are no longer blurred, and they are a little more watery, and Lu Tian——

No matter how I look at it, I feel that there is a bit of exasperation in the eyes.

Jiang Xing turned his head and squeezed his eyes at Fu Chengfeng, and said with his mouth: "There is a problem."

Fu Chengfeng reached out and pushed his head straight.

Bai Yu walked forward with her chin in her hands for a while, and when she reached the stairs, she stopped suddenly, turned her head abruptly, and bumped into Lu Tian who was following behind him.

Seeing him falling backwards, Lu Tian quickly grabbed his arm.After Bai Yu stood firm, he crossed the river and demolished the bridge, threw Lu Tian's arm aside, went to Jiang Xing and said bitterly, "You didn't paint it?"

"Alas." Jiang Xing scratched his head, glanced at Fu Chengfeng, and said to Bai Yu: "I think about it, let's forget about it, and think of other ways?"

Bai Yu hated iron for being weak, "That's a pity."

"..."

He trotted away, and Lu Tian chased after him.

Jiang Xing asked with some doubts: "The two of them are so strange!"

Fu Chengfeng didn't answer, and stretched out his hand to help him turn his collar neatly, saying: "You have to think about everything for yourself, whether the possible results are contrary to your purpose, don't do something stupid when your brain is hot. matter."

"Know it--"

That night, Fu Chengfeng wrote a whole sheet of "Popularity Improvement Implementation Plan" to Jiang Xing, and Jiang Xing was stunned when he found that thin sheet of paper.

Although Bai Yu's approach is "odd", it is undoubtedly correct to use the school as a platform.It’s just that you can’t follow the train of thought of that “performance art lover”.

Although the style of study in the fog is rigorous, it is not extremely rigid, and they still attach great importance to the quality education of students.You can try the radio station's Friday broadcast time, the weekly song time, and the school's cultural and art troupe.This is one of them.

Instead, it uses the relationship network between students, and can make full use of elementary school and junior high school classmates for publicity. This kind of new thing that is rare among students is different from those "small advertisements" that no one cares about or even disgusting. It can attract a lot of hits—who wouldn't want to know what kind of songs that elementary school scum Jiang Xing could sing?This is the second.

The school radio station lacked fresh and interesting materials for a long time, and the submissions were quickly responded to, and the songs every week were naturally cool and compelling, and non-inspirational songs could not be on the list.

After listening to the song, the school culture and art troupe put forward very excessive demands-they began to win over the composer, and even attempted to rewrite the lyrics of the song and have it sung by professional student singers of the art troupe.

This made Jiang Xing vomit blood so angry that he turned his face away and left.

However, thanks to the radio station and the friendship with classmates, the name "Ride the Wind" quickly spread in this small campus full of "fighting spirit".

The flow of people at the gate of the first group was several times more than usual.The second song composed by Jiang Xing and the first song composed by Fu Chengfeng, "Wind Comes from Afar" quickly became the private repertoire of the students in the fog.

But some people were happy and some were sad. When Liu Haizhou played "Wind Comes" for the second time on the radio station, he rushed into the classroom with a horse face, and his fat hand beckoned, "Jiang Xing, come out for a while."

Jiang Xingmei was listening to his beautiful singing voice, and he didn't run out until Liu Haizhou called him a second time.

"Singing takes time, doesn't it?"

Jiang Xing pondered what he meant, and replied slowly: "Fortunately, it doesn't take much time."

"Do your parents know about this?"

Jiang Xing was still slow, "I haven't said it yet. But when I become famous, they will know sooner or later."

"..." Liu Haizhou patted him on the shoulder lightly, "What your father told me is that he always hopes that you will have good grades. Although high school is generally considered to be an exam-oriented education, it is not useless. Wait When you go to university, you will find that the language and mathematics you have learned are useful. I don’t know your parents’ opinions now, so I have to ask. I will talk to your mother when she comes to see you this weekend. and--"

As Liu Haizhou spoke, he glanced at Fu Chengfeng's position and said, "I didn't expect that this song was written by Fu Chengfeng. It's a good one. Go back and ask him to come out."

Jiang Xing didn't know what Liu Haizhou said to Fu Chengfeng. Fu Chengfeng turned his back and couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only see Liu Haizhou's complex expression. In the end, he patted Fu Chengfeng's shoulder, as if he said it earnestly. something.

"What did he tell you?"

"Talk about the math grades at the end of last semester."

Jiang Xing understood, "Oh... no wonder, you didn't get full marks that time, he must be anxious, these teachers are just greedy, and no one stipulates that you have to get full marks. Did you say anything else? Just now he I also praised you for writing a good song."

"...Well, I said that."

Fu Chengfeng's expression was a little weird, and there seemed to be a trace of confusion between his brows. Jiang Xing leaned into his ear and asked softly, "This is really the only one? Do you want to tell me what's unhappy..."

Fu Chengfeng's ears were itchy due to the heat from his breath, he chuckled and shook his head, "There's nothing to be unhappy about, it's always inevitable to be asked about grades."

Jiang Xing hummed, "You've already thrown off No.2 by a large margin, Qingbei has more than enough, he's so demanding, man, he's always greedy..."