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Now that the program has been finalized, I must find time to rehearse in my life.

So, during the one-month dark and stormy Maogao class, I had a face-to-face meeting with this ensemble senior.

The senior is from the School of Chemistry and Biochemistry, and because he is from the School of Chemistry and Biochemistry, I once wondered if there would be a day when I didn’t play well or made some comments that he didn’t like. Take out a bottle of sulfuric acid and splash it on my face.

No, things like sulfuric acid can't show the high-end and mysteriousness of the School of Chemistry and Biochemistry. It should be like this. When he got angry, he took out a bottle of hydrogen bromide from his pocket and splashed it on my face.

Alas, fantasy girls are crazy.

My meeting with the senior was in a small classroom of the School of Chemistry and Biochemistry. When I arrived, the senior was already in the classroom. There were only electronic pianos and violins in the classroom, and the equipment was just right.

Maybe the senior wanted to show a perfect impression of the first meeting. When he turned his head to look at me, his eyes were very gentlemanly, with the violin on his shoulders, and he was only wearing a white shirt in such a cold day. He turned slowly and met my eyes The corners of his mouth were raised deliberately. If this scene was handled properly, it would look very much like the cannon fodder male second in Taiwanese idol dramas in the early years.

But it's a pity that he was standing in the wrong position, the lighting was not good, and he probably didn't notice that there was a trash can behind him.

So I am a little sorry for his thought of Ruhua.

After I knocked on the door, I walked over, bent slightly to him and said, "Hello senior, I'm Cheng Keke."

He hummed and motioned for me to sit down.

Without saying a word, I started to use the electronic organ in front of me.

After practicing about 5 times, we were all a little tired. After the senior said it was hard work, he handed me a bottle of water.

He looked like he would continue to practice for a while, and I was drinking water while waiting for him to speak, but he suddenly took a step and sat down beside me.

This sitting almost made me spit out the water.

Although the chair under my butt can be called a bench, it is not very long. It is okay to sit two girls, but it is a bit intimate to sit a man and a woman.

I hurriedly covered the water bottle and slowly moved a little to the side.

This slowness also includes me lifting up my short skirt.

No wonder some people say that girls wearing skirts are ladies. This is not only to look like a lady, but also to act like a lady, otherwise they will risk losing their nakedness.

Ever since Jing Yi said that I am suitable for wearing skirts, I have been buying skirts crazily. The eyes of my roommates have also changed from being surprised at the beginning to being calm now. It's as simple as wanting it or not.

"They haven't borrowed the piano yet, so let's practice like this first, and you can use the piano when you borrow it."

I hummed: "You can make arrangements."

I heard my seniors talk about the process of the program before, and I think my supporting role is really good, and I don’t need it at all, so I was chatting in the group that day, and I almost interrupted, playing the background music of the piano and violin Well, you guys dance just as well on stage.

Later, the dancing senior told me that the program would be full in this way.

I don't understand what she means by being full. Maybe she thinks that everything is self-sufficient called fullness, so as to show the talent and seriousness of the students.

Maybe I don't have the spirit of devotion to art. I always feel that this is extremely troublesome. After all, in my opinion, that dance does not need live music at all.

In the following time, my senior and I made a slight revision to the score. During this process, my buttocks were getting more and more outward, almost half of my body was hanging in the air.

After the discussion came to an end, the senior suddenly turned to look at me and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

The topic changed a little quickly. After the senior said this, he took another sip of the mineral water, and this action was accompanied by his wrist hooking my arm.

The sudden physical contact made me panic, I stood up immediately, feeling that the atmosphere was weird.

Looking down at the bench I was sitting on just now, I swallowed.

Senior's ass is really big.

"No." I chuckled, and looked down at the phone: "The classmate said roll call, so I'll go back first."

Maybe I was thinking too much, but I really felt awkward in that atmosphere.

I went back to the dormitory with my roommates after the Maoist class. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally decided to tell them what happened just now.

My narration does not contain any emotional color, nor does it contain my subjective consciousness. The tone is very similar to that of a fairy tale reading contestant who was eliminated when I was a child.

"Is the senior handsome?"

After they listened, the first question was this.

So without saying a word, I posted the photos in the circle of friends of the seniors in the dormitory group.

"Handsome guy." Huang Ye yelled first, and he raised his eyebrows at me: "It's okay to be alone with such a handsome guy for more than an hour."

I also clicked on the big picture and took a look, thought for a while and said, "Maybe I'm not so handsome."

Zhao Jie smiled: "That's not too bad. The senior may be interested in you. You can use this to develop Keke."

I paused.

I actually want to hear something like this from their mouths, the seniors are like this, rehearse what little tricks they do, and their hands and feet are not serious, such words, but obviously their style of painting is not here.

They have already taken my mobile phone, zoomed in on the photo of the senior, and observed it carefully.Fortunately, the pixels of the senior's mobile phone are not good, and he even uploaded the picture. Otherwise, if he continued to observe like this, wouldn't all the moles and pores on his face be discovered.

I sighed and had to leave to take a shower.

But when I naively thought that this topic was going to end, there was a follow-up in English class four days later.

I admit, this is the most torturous English class I have ever experienced.

When the senior came to see me, it was during the class break. As the most active kid in the class, I was the most active kid in learning English. Of course, during the class, I was reviewing and preparing for what Teacher Jing asked just now, so when Huang Ye poked my arm, I thought she was Asked if I could go to the bathroom, she stabbed me twice after I waved my hand.

I looked up at her, and she motioned for me to look at the door.

The senior was standing at the door with his schoolbag on his back, looking inside.

Looking at it this way, he seems to be a bit handsome with the light behind his back.

My first reaction was to say hello to him, but I thought about it and pretended not to see it, so I lowered my head again.

"He's looking at you." Huang Ye poked me again.

Before he had time to look up and meet the eyes of the senior, he heard Liu Yangyang shout: "Senior, are you here to see Ke Ke?"

My expression can be described as horrified, but the horrified has not been suppressed, Liu Yangyang's words made me even more horrified.

"Senior, you have to take good care of our class flower."

I got up from my seat and wanted to refute something, but unfortunately, the class suddenly started booing, and even the students in Class 2 also booed together.

I:……

So many people know about this shit?

These booing sounds were successfully mixed with the class bell, and also overwhelmed the sound of Jing Yi's footsteps coming in from the door.

My face turned red, it was so damn embarrassing, I couldn't hold back my words for a long time, so I sat down again, covering my head with my English textbook.

A few seconds later, I felt someone knocking on the book, I took it away, buried my face in my arms, only my eyes were exposed, and then I saw the senior's harmless face and his smile.

"I have something to do with you, come out."

I froze, he really came to look for me.

Because of Jing Yi's presence, the students didn't dare to make big moves, I stood up from my seat after hearing this, presumably Jing Yi heard what the senior said just now, so he and I turned to look at Jing Yi, wanting to ask for her approval.

But at the same time, the word turning head seems a bit tacit, and it has a taste of campus love.

Jing Yi showed no expression, just nodded to me, then lowered his head and flipped through the book.

It was not a big deal for the senior to find me. He said that he had already borrowed the piano and asked me to try it out at night. He also asked me if I went back to see if there was anything wrong with the ones I changed last time.

After I answered one by one, he hummed and left.

I:……

These things need to come all the way to tell me?Can't use WeChat?

Senior, if you do this, I will doubt that you like me...

After returning to the classroom, he successfully greeted the ambiguous eyes of his classmates, which was really a refreshing burn.

Maybe there was an ambiguous line suddenly, which made me feel very panic, and I was very afraid that Jing Yi would misunderstand me.

In fact, for so many days, I have developed a good relationship with her. People say that if you want someone to pay attention to you, you have to appear in front of her all day long and annoy her to death.

It was a bit difficult for me to show up all the time, but it was easy to bother her.So whenever there is something new around me, I have to mention it to Jing Yi. For example, when I saw the first flower blooming on the side of the school road, I thought it was so cute and cute, so I took a picture of Jing Yi, for example, when I saw something funny Weibo, so I took a screenshot of her.

This kind of daily awkward chat from the beginning to the later habit gradually made me feel full.

This is the fullness I want, and I can play the background music myself.

I sat on pins and needles in this class, and I was thinking, should I explain it to Jing Yi.

But what should this explanation be called?

Just like when Huang Ye said that He Yuan was my girlfriend years ago, I still have no excuses or reasons to explain the real situation to Jing Yi.

It's been half a year, and Jing Yi and I still haven't made any progress, no wonder He Yuan said I'm useless.

As usual, Jing Yi left after class. I took out my phone and looked at it. Just now I asked her if she likes to eat matcha, but she hasn't answered me yet.

But even so, I secretly picked up the bag and followed her, keeping a 10-second distance from her.

When I got to the stairs on the second floor, my phone finally vibrated. I opened it and saw that it was Jing Yi who sent me a message back. She said it was okay.

I smiled and walked a little faster.

Seeing her enter the office, I silently counted 60 seconds outside before knocking on the door.

The physics teacher was not there, she looked up from the computer screen, glanced at me, and smiled at me.

I walked over, took out a box of cakes from my bag, and put them on the table: "Mr. Jing, matcha cake."

Jing Yi looked down at first, then looked up at me.

I chuckled: "I ate a piece yesterday, it was delicious, you should try it too."

She hummed, moved the cake to her side, and raised her hand to open it, but the moment she touched the box, she moved her hand away.

She looked up at me and asked, "How's the rehearsal going?"

I was stunned: "You also know about this."

She suddenly tilted her head and tapped the table with her index finger: "I know."

I sighed, thinking it was time to explain: "I practiced once with the senior in the morning." I briefly summarized, and then said: "They were joking this morning, today the senior just came to tell me that I borrowed a piano."

Jing Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally started to unpack the box, and said, "I just told you that I borrowed the piano when I came all the way here?"

I nodded, pulled a stool and sat down opposite her: "Yeah, I think so, but maybe I was passing by." Yi's mouth.

I asked: "Is it delicious?"

Jing Yi nodded: "It's okay."

I smiled and looked at her with my head propped up: "There are other flavors in their store. I plan to buy the strawberry flavor next time. Teacher, if you want it, I'll bring you an extra box."

Jing Yi only took two mouthfuls, then closed the box, packed it and put it in a bag. The expression on her face couldn’t be called delicious. I can’t tell if she was being polite to me when I compared this behavior with what she said just now. Still perfunctory.

She said, "No, thank you."

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