Cāi Cāi

Act V "Q Avenue" 3

Yao Yin's pajamas didn't fit well, with pants and sleeves pulled several times. He raised his hand and stretched a lazy waist.

Tan Yiming's gaze involuntarily stayed on the fair skin for a while, but quickly moved away.

He asked, "You pajamas ..."

"What's wrong?" Yao Yin looked down at the checkered pajamas on her body. "George flipped out of the closet and said the suit had just been washed."

He spoke, and his eyes became alert in vain. I saw the young man carefully lifted his collar with his fingers and handed it to his nose, hesitated again and again, and carefully smelled it-Yao Yin breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fragrant, it smells like washing powder."

"Yes, it was just washed." Tan Yiming said, "Xiao Rui came to the house a few days ago. In order to make a good impression on her, George cleaned the inside and outside of the dormitory several times and threw eight bags of trash. He had his laundry card burst. "

"That wouldn't be it." Yao Yin shrugged. "I was inconvenient to sit on the rug in jeans to play games, and he turned over my pajamas."

Yesterday, Nintendo released a new work "The Legend of Zelda". Yao Yin tripled the price and snatched a set from the ox, and immediately rushed to customs clearance with George overnight.

Because it was too late, Yao Yin didn't go back and stayed here to play overnight.

Now, Yao Yin had a faint dark circle under his eyes. He was holding a cup of black coffee in his hand and pouring it into his stomach like drinking plain water.

On the table was a bowl of steamed lean eggs and congee, along with a few refreshing side dishes. The cut fruit was placed on a plate with a few buttered slices of bread beside it.

"..." Tan Yiming was a little surprised. "You made these?"

"How is that possible?" Yao Yin held up his beautiful hands that looked like works of art. "I am an artist. These hands are used to play the piano. Thank you."

"..." Tan Yiming thought faintly. Ten minutes ago, he seemed to hear the doorbell. "These are the takeaways you ordered? How much are we sharing with you."

But Yao Yin shook his head: "No money."

"You're welcome. George and I ordered a takeaway, and they will share the meal."

"I really don't want money," said the young man. "These were my chefs who prepared the housekeepers to drive them over. The money was already in their wages and it was not clear."

"..." Ok, sorry, he underestimated the power of money.

"But I didn't expect you to be so broken here." Yao Yin complained. "As soon as the sun went down, the room was cold like a refrigerator. George had wanted to turn on the electric heater. As a result, his house tripped as soon as the electricity was plugged in. , The hard-working two-hour game save is gone. "

Tan Yiming is quite contented: "The dormitory allocated by the school is like this, although it is small and broken, but it is very cheap and suitable for poor students like us. In fact, you should have a special game room in your home? Why not call George directly? Go to your home? He will definitely be happy to play games while blowing warm air. "

Anyway, Yao Yin put down his coffee and stared at him with a smile.

"Tan Yiming, are you really stupid or pretend to be stupid?" Yao Yin raised his eyebrows. "If it wasn't for a sound reason to enter your house, why would I be a Sogou with George's dolphin playing" Zelda " "???"

Sogou is a fan of Sony **; Nintendo is a fan of Nintendo; the fans of both parties are stunned when they meet, and they all feel that what they like is no1 in the game industry. Last night, Yao Yin endured the burden of humiliation and went deep behind the enemy. This felt no less than Zhan Mi's eyes closed blowing on Kobe, Manchester United fans shouting for Liverpool.

Yao Yin thought that he had sacrificed too much to chase a man. He not only paid money and time, but also betrayed his beliefs.

He has worked so hard, if he can't sleep until he talks, he will really doubt his charm.

"..." Tan Yiming was silent.

Before getting to know Yao Yin, there were other boys who had expressed favor to Tan Yiming. But after Tan Yiming refused, they would not entangle more.

However, Yao Yin is full of tenacity, fully grasp the offensive pace, just right. And the most commendable point is that Yao Yin never puts personal feelings into his work. The two often met in the recording studio, but no colleague knew that Yao Yin was pursuing him.

All this has made Tan Yiming feel a subtle guilt, as if he did not accept Yao Yin, he committed the most sinful and unforgiving sin.

But the problem is that when Tan Yiming looked at Yao Yin, he really lacked that feeling.

After seeing Tan Yiming and not talking anymore, Yao Yin changed the subject with interest.

"How do you spend the Spring Festival?" Yao Yin said, "Return to China?"

"Not back." Tan Yiming breathed a sigh of relief and changed the subject. "The company does not take vacations, and even if you take a vacation, the return ticket is too expensive."

It is said that every holiday season, I think of my relatives, and after coming to the United States for so many years, Tan Yiming did not return home for a year. I used to have no money when I was studying, but now I have work and no time. This is the trouble of ordinary international students.

Tan Yiming asked: "How about you? Are you sure to go home?" Whether it was money or time, it was something Yao Yin couldn't have much.

"No," Yao Yin shrugged. "My parents reported a tour group during the Spring Festival, so I won't go back and make a mess."

"This is pretty good." Tan Yiming brightened. This year he worked two jobs alone, and saved a lot of money in his hands. Otherwise, what kind of Spring Festival tour group would he report to the old couple? "Where do your parents go? Europe? Australia?"

With the wealth of the Yao family, he will definitely not go around in China.

"Oh," Yao Yin said slowly. "Antarctica."

"..."

"That was a tour group run by my dad and friends, and I can still add people now. Why, do you want to report one to your uncle and aunt?" Yao Yin said refreshingly, "I don't need to give the money, so I treat the second oldest."

"... Thank you. I think they stayed well in China."

With the approach of the Spring Festival holiday, the campus of Huawu High School gradually became empty.

In addition to Xiang Guai, three other boys stayed for the Spring Festival. To facilitate management, the school gathered four of them in a bedroom.

Those three children are younger than Xiang Guai. The Huawu High School is a six-year program and can enter school at the age of 11. The three little hairy heads were so excited that when they heard that they could live with the characters of the school, they didn't know where to put them.

Xiang Gui was the eldest brother for the first time, actually more helpless than them.

Several people were somewhat restrained at first, but they soon became familiar. Two of the children came from remote mountain areas. In order to save money, they stayed in school during the Spring Festival and secretly went to school to find a job to distribute leaflets. There is also a child whose parents were in a divorce lawsuit, and each of them found a Primary Three. No one wanted this towing oil bottle and simply threw him to school.

Seeing them, Xiang Gu suddenly felt that those things he had encountered were nothing.

They were curious about the song and dance profession, and kept asking him questions.

Xiang Guai took them to the audio-visual classroom, showed them classic song and dance movies, and taught them to sing.

Unexpectedly, the school's computer actually stored their final exam video materials. At the begging of others, they tuned out their exam videos to Guessing and showed them. When they saw the two corners of a person chasing a person and singing "Goodbye Lach" in a melodious accompaniment, all three small hairs startled off their chins.

A child said, "Xiang Guai, musicals are so interesting! Can I switch to song and dance?"

The other two boys did not want to be outdone, raising their hands and clamoring to change lines.

"I want to be a musical actor too!"

"I want to be as powerful as my brother."

"When class starts, I'll ask the class teacher ..."

Xiang Gui never thought that he would one day inspire other people's dreams and become their "model".

Dancing is good, singing is also good; ballet is good, and musicals are also good. Xiang Gui has unconsciously fallen in love with this profession, and he knows that one day in the future, he will definitely stand on the stage.

...

By the 30th day of the year, the entire campus became extremely quiet. In addition to the security guards on inspection, there were only those homeless wild dogs and wild cats.

Another heavy snowfall last night, the temperature dropped to minus ten degrees, and the water pipes in the boys' dormitory were frozen and burst. No repairman could be found in this weather. Xiang Gui could only ask auntie Su Guan for a small basin of water and wiped his hands, feet and face.

The aunt in charge of the house went home tonight to celebrate the New Year, and did not return to work until the third day of the new year.

Before leaving, the aunt Su Guan left the key of the computer room to them—a boy of this age, if he didn't pay attention, he would go over the wall and go to the Internet cafe! It would be better to open the school computer room to them in advance, as long as they do not leave the school door, their security issues need not be worried.

The other three boys had long gone online with joy. The dormitory was cleaned up and nothing was left to guess. After eating dumplings in the cafeteria, they strolled to the vocal room.

At nine o'clock tonight, the Spring Festival Song of Jiuxiao started on time, and the president said that it is expected that there will be seven or eight thousand listeners. Xiang Gui has never sang a song in front of so many people. He was very nervous, worried that he was not performing well, and discredited the community.

But he was more worried that he was looking at Qingyun's hind legs: this is the "first acceptance" of the Great God, and he actually "accepted" himself!

Until now, it seemed incredible to think back to guessing.

That "If You Are Gay", they have practiced many times in private. In order to express the characteristics of the characters, Wang Qingyun deliberately raised his voice very high, twisted, hard-mouthed, and so awkwardly cute.

Xiang Chai was shocked when he heard the sound of the Great God for the first time, which was very different from his original voice. Even Xiang Guai, the senior fanboy, couldn't hear the voice of the same person.

"I learned this technique with my seniors in the recording studio." Wang Qingyun explained with a smile. "Otherwise I'm not confident to take on this task."

Wang Qingyun said a lot, what vocal cord, mouth, mouth shape, chest, abdominal cavity, or something ...

It's a pity that I didn't hear the Xiang Guai sentence of the radio wave, just listening stupidly, stupidly, with a spirit of blind worship, thinking: Voice actors are really monsters ...

As soon as eight o'clock, the crowd of Jiuxiao was already lively.

The host is making a string of words for the last time; the subtitle group is checking the subtitles for a while; the cv who will be on the microphone for a while also starts to do vocal exercises ...

Xiang Gui was already nervous and stiff, and he didn't say a word in the group because he didn't know what else he could say.

His mind was full: Do n’t smash, do n’t smash, do n’t smash, you ca n’t hinder the community, you ca n’t hinder the great god! !! !!

But his pale complexion completely exposed his inner nervousness.

He didn't even get nervous when he broke into the selection contest of "Out of My World", but now he is so nervous that his throat becomes sore.

If he performs alone, I am afraid he has not had such great psychological pressure.

But his partner ... but Wang Qingyun.

Just then, Wang Qingyun talked to him privately.

Yiming Qingyun: Guess?

Yiming Qingyun: Are you there?

guess: ... in ...

Yiming Qingyun: I don't see you talking in the group, I thought you were not online.

guess: just ... don't know what to say ...

Xiang Gu licked his dry lips and felt tingling from his toes to his hair.

Guess: I can't remember anything.

Guess: I can't remember the lyrics, nor the tune.

geuss: I feel the brain is blank.

Yiming Qingyun: Blank?

Yiming Qingyun: That's right. When singing, you can just think about me.

Guess: ...? ? ?

Yiming Qingyun: Isn't this a coming out song?

Yiming Qingyun: Just persuade me to come out of the closet.

Guess: ...

——Whatever!

Xiang Gui almost fell to his knees in the vocal classroom: In front of thousands of fans, he persuaded the **** to come out. This is to kill him!

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