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Liang Yifan suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the back seats was a bit strange.
To sum it up, it is probably an extremely rare and extremely strong desire to survive that even made the chair under his butt to quake.
When he saw the unread message on his mobile phone, “What talent can we have”, Liang Yifan suddenly realized belatedly that the two sudden shakes of his chair just now might have been due to the kicks from Kunshen.
Group 7 had almost finished selecting their talents, and they couldn’t think of anything natural and not deliberate.
Liang Yifan turned his head while clutching his phone, quickly turning his mind to interrupt, at least to give Kunshen some time to think and prepare.
Jin Linkun looked more nervous than usual, opened his mouth, and twirled the pen in his hand.
There is only one registration form, which is handwritten, and the people behind are still waiting to fill it out. Yu Sheng was a little impatient, so he pressed the hand that had just picked up the pen and held it tightly: “Hurry up.”
The two were sitting side by side, Yu Sheng was holding a pen in his right hand, and his left hand was reaching out to grab his hand, and the whole person was almost leaning over.
The familiar breath suddenly approached, Jin Linkun’s mind went blank for a moment, and he subconsciously said: “Pipe organ…”
Yu Sheng frowned, put down his pen and looked up.
Liang Yifan also heard Yu Sheng, and interrupted with “Hahaha, so someone’s talent is the pipe organ”, and then he heard his Kunshen ponder: “… What is the pipe organ again?”
Yu Sheng: “…”
Liang Yifan: “…”
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This story happened the day before the city’s unified examination.
Jin Linkun had just come back from the youth training camp and the exam was on the following day. Because he was too bored, he logged into his old game account.
After all, his strength was still much stronger than that of Baiyin, it was too easy to win, so he was viewed as a power leveller* and was unpleasantly kicked out of the queue.
*(from what I have read, these are player who get paid certain amount of money to play in place of others in order to raise their ranks via winning a set number of matches)
After playing the game for such a long time, it was the first time he was treated as a power leveller and this made him see the results of a year of suffering at the youth training camp. After returning from the youth training camp, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, not because he found a high-level power leveller to aid him.
Probably because of the sheer number of friend requests he sent, the other party finally accepted his friend request, and kindly sent a message to wish him good luck, and prayed that he will not encounter him in matchmaking again.*
*(JLK trying to be funny lmao, because everytime they meet, he can never win.)
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Then he didn’t know if it was due to the blessing of some kind of mystical power, when he was still a little confused about the reply he received, he found that the two of them could prevent meeting each other by chance no matter how they entered the matchmaking*.
*(The game ships them too 😉 )
Furthermore, the opponent seems to be keeping their eyes fixated on him, even if they were airdropped on opposite ends of the map, he could still find a way to eliminate him before they entered the last circle.
Heroes cherish heroes, Jin Linkun thinks he can make friends with this person.
Getting online after the exam, the two of them were arranged to be in a round again under the arrangement of fate. This time, his new friend seemed to be in a bad mood, and even the speed at which he eliminated him out of the round was much faster than the night before.
He thought about it carefully, and felt that the only thing that could be more interesting was the summer camp, so he generously shared it with the other party.
Later, when he came to the summer camp, Jin Linkun actually went online several times, but the two of them never met again by chance.
He felt that maybe his new friend had also joined a summer camp and had found new interests, and was too busy swimming happily in the sea of knowledge.
It never once occurred to him that the other party might not only have one game account, but even let him borrow one, and he even made it fell all the way from the star diamond all the way to the gold three.
“…”
After listening to the whole process, Liang Yifan couldn’t help expressing sympathy: “Kunshen, I think you deserve this beating.”
He was shocked when he heard that Jin Linkun was pretending to be stupid, and he didn’t hesitate to strike away all the list of artistic talents from the program list.
As Yu Sheng quickly connected the whole story, all he could do was try to prevent the items on the table from falling off.
“It’s okay.” Jin Linkun adjusted his glasses, and held the crooked table upright again: “Any other strategies?”
Yu Sheng was dragged away by the team leader of Group 7 to help with the planning of the program. Liang Yifan didn’t know anything, just waited for the arrangement earnestly, and was still immersed in the shock of KunShen’s mind-blowing strategy: “Ah? Like what…”
Jin Linkun gave him a clear search scope: “For example, after being beaten up, how can I continue to take my roommate out for dinner, that kind of strategy.”
Liang Yifan: “…”
The self-study class turned into a talent showcase, everyone was running around looking for inspiration, Jin Linkun was beaten up without making a sound that few people even notice.
Yu Sheng was dragged by a group of people, and they were discussing in full swing what program Group 7 could produce that could secure a place in the art performance.
“How about a choir?” Ding Zhengjiao really didn’t know much about this kind of activity, and thought hard: “Sheng-ge plays the piano, can’t Dong Jue sing? You can lead the singing.”
The registration form was designed by Cen Rui, who later found it smacked on his table: “Team leader, look at how many people have ticked the ‘do not go out of tune’ item, it will probably dispel your unrealistic idea.”.
In particular, there are quite a few people who honestly chose “I don’t know what the tone is”*, and they don’t know how to make use of their voice to sing.
*(tone deaf)
The format of the chorus program was thrown into limbo in a blink of an eye. The group of people thought hard and put forward several ideas one after another, but had to give up one by one due to the unrealistic conditions.
After going around in a circle, no one could think of a program format suitable for everyone to participate in.
“I think this event mainly depends on the face.”
Xia Junhua thought with a pen in his mouth: “According to my many years of experience in art performances, as long as you look good, anyone can stand on the stage and even just answer mathematical questions on the spot can receive unanimous praise from the judges.”.
Cen Rui agrees with this point: “And as long as there are two people in front to attract attention, we can try to paddle behind.”*
*(provide support from behind)
…
Everyone’s eyes fell on Yu Sheng for a while, and then turned to another corner of the classroom at the same time.
“After you said that, I suddenly felt that if both Kunshen and Sheng-ge were to stand on the stage our chances of winning would be good.”
Ding Zhengjiao was a little moved: “Sheng-ge can play the piano, why don’t you ask KunShen what talent he has? No matter what it is, let’s fully cooperate—”
Yu Sheng, who was forced to come over to help and listen to the discussion while answering questions, finally raised his head: “He can play the organ.”
“…”
The room fell silent, Ding Zhengjiao was still reluctant to give up, trying to make a suggestion: “Or—we can play the organ…”
The first plenary meeting of Group 7 entered a dead end.
For the next two days, the discussion still failed to see the light.
Under the leadership of Liang Yifan, the number of people who dared to come to the last row to discuss gradually increased. In order to be able to come up with a suitable performance plan, several of the main program organisers mustered up their courage. Under the leadership of the team leader Ding Zhengjiao, they used their spare time in class to gather around the two big shots who are the hopes of the whole group.
“KunShen, I just can’t figure it out.”
Cen Rui who was squatting beside the table with a book in his arms could not help asking: “What made you decide to learn the organ? Is it a dream? Is it a belief?”
Xia Junhua followed along to join in the fun: “Is it a tribute to the king of musical instruments and a love for classical music?”
The students in Group 7 discussed secretly for a long time how to learn a musical instrument that is as big as several rooms and tall, and is domineering enough to occupy the entire church.
In the end, under the impeccable theory of the deputy team leader Kong Jiahe that “as long as there are people playing this instrument, there must be a way to learn this instrument”, to finally dispel KunShen’s idea that just because he didn’t want to participate in group activities, he can make up a random musical talent on the spot.
Jin Linkun has become very friendly recently, and will chat with his classmates a few more times. Hearing this, he put down the pen in his hand: “In order not to be called up all the time to perform my talents.”
Ding Zhengjiao: “…”
Xia Junhua: “…”
“…”
Cen Rui, whose specialty is the harmonica, listened in a daze: “Damn it, I’m actually a little bit excited.”
“Keep your voice down.” Ding Zhengjiao lowered his voice to remind him, “Sheng-ge is sleeping.”
Last night, he just switched from answering questions to memorising the contents of the book. Yu Sheng spent half the night running through the historical chronology in his mind. He didn’t sleep well and was laying on the table to catch up on sleep.
This kind of environment with people talking yet not too noisy is naturally quite hypnotic. Yu Sheng fell asleep for half a session of activity class and still hasn’t woken up yet.
The group of people felt that they couldn’t lower their voices any further. Seeing their KunShen put his pen down and say something, then turned around again and gently adjusted his jacket which was draped over the person laying with his head covered on the table beside him.
Yu Sheng buried half of his face in his arms, noticing the movement on his shoulder, frowned, and raised his hand to push it away.
Jin Linkun was not in a hurry at all, and gently held his hand and positioned it snugly back under, tidied up his clothes, and patted him on the back twice.
Sensing the familiar strength, Yu Sheng’s original effort to prop up his arms to sit eased up, and he lay back down on the table, relaxed his eyebrows and continued to sleep.
“……Wow.”
Cen Rui suddenly didn’t know what to express: “Student Xia Junhua, who is right-handed, what do you think this time?”
Xia Junhua: “Don’t talk, I need to organise my thoughts.”
Dong Jue: “I’m starting to want to sleep. Really, is it so blissful to sleep in class?”
Liang Yifan was used to seeing this kind of scene, and he was no stranger to this kind of scene. He glanced disdainfully at the group of students who hadn’t seen it before, and calmly unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of water.
Group 7, who were greatly stimulated by the picture in front of them were hugging each other to keep warm. The only one who didn’t participate, Ding Zhengjiao, looked back and forth for a while, and said hesitantly: “KunShen, I heard that you can play the organ, at least you must have the foundation to play the piano…”
Jin Linkun nodded.
Ding Zhengjiao keenly grasped the thought that flashed through his mind: “Can you and Sheng-ge—can you play four-handed?”*
*(play together, side by side)
Yu Sheng has the four-handed piano score, but it is at home, so he has to go home to get it.
When discussing this step of the plan, Kong Jiahe tried to point out that there are bookstores in the city that sell piano scores. Compared with buying a new one, it will save more time and resources than taking a bus back to Linshi. Everyone immediately covered his mouth and prevented him from continuing.
“Of course you can.”
Lao Wan got the leave note and was a little curious: “But since only classmate Yu is going to get the piano score, why are there two people asking for leave?”
Team leader Ding Zhengjiao was well prepared: “Because the selection of piano scores should be based on one’s hobbies and good skills. Kun——Jin Linkun’s skilled area is different from that of Yu Sheng. The two of them need to decide which one to take after discussing.”.
Lao Wan nodded, and turned over the leave note: “Then why do you need to ask for two days?”
Cen Rui quickly raised his hand: “Because the city next door is quite far from here, KunShen is prone to motion sickness, and needs to rest for a night, otherwise it will affect his state too much.”
Well thought out.
Lao Wan readily agreed and granted the both of them two days off.
On Line 4, Jin Linkun, who claims to be motion sick, was raising his arms, trying to get his roommate, who had just woken up to put on his own clothes: “Sleep a little longer, and I’ll call you when we arrive at the station.”
“No need, I’m awake now.”
Yu Sheng just woke up and his schedule was already planned ahead and laid out neatly in front of him. He was a little surprised at Jin Linkun’s ease of talking, and sat up rubbing his forehead: “Why do they want us to play four-handed music all of a sudden? Then what are they doing on stage?”
“It’s not decided yet, maybe it’s backup dancing, or a stage play.”
Because of the ingenuity of the team leader of the seventh group, Jin Linkun participated in a discussion for the first time and told him in detail: “The deputy team leader can play the erhu, and Cen Rui can play the harmonica. There are also a few people who are good at musical instruments. They are discussing if they can find the right way to incorporate all of that into the performance.”
Yu Sheng took the thermos cup he handed over, and drank: “It’s almost time to fight.”
When Yu Sheng was in elementary school, in order to be able to be on stage, he also participated in a so-called Chinese and Western musical instrument performance in the city. Because of the lack of preparation time and hasty running-in, Yu Sheng can still clearly remember the grand occasion at that time.
Jin Linkun was curious: “How did you fight?”
Yu Sheng briefly recalled to him: “The erhu player held up the strings and wanted to saw the violin player, and the clarinet player chased and killed the suona all over the world. The sanxian was missing a pick, and finally found it on the guitar, and the drum set wanted to be played, and was beaten up by both sides.”*
*(some people’s ears were probably butchered after listening to the entire performance)
Listening to him, Jin Linkun couldn’t help laughing out loud: “It’s very lively.”
“Ah.” Yu Sheng recalled the past now, but he didn’t feel anything about it now. He rubbed his neck with a smile, “It’s quite lively.”
In fact, the final effect of that performance was quite good, except that he was a middle and high school student, and there were parents in the audience who were there to support their children. The audience felt that it was still a particularly good performance, resulting in a resounding applause at the end.
Although the effect of this performance is not highly anticipated, if the rehearsals are really good, perhaps something can come up at that time to fool the audience.
This time the subway seemed to arrive at the station faster than the last time. Yu Sheng was deep in thought when Jin Linkun patted him twice on the knee, indicating that the station was at the station.
As soon as they stepped out of the subway station, the light of the scorching sun landed on their faces.
Yu Sheng came here once, and still remembered the way, he turned and told Jin Linkun who was about to look down at the map: “Follow me, don’t get lost.”
Obviously, the last time Yu Sheng came here, he was planning to climb over the wall to escape from the summer camp, but for no reason, he bought a pancake after climbing over the wall and went back over the wall, without even remembering why he even attempted to come out in the first place.
Now he came back to this place again, with this person(JLK), going home to get the piano score for the cultural performance that he had no interest in for a long time.
Yu Sheng himself felt a little strange.
Jin Linkun smiled and followed him: “If I’m really lost, will you come back and find me?”
“Like hell I will.”
Yu Sheng got a headache from the sun, and glanced at him angrily: “If I lose you, you will stay alone in the summer camp. I will go home and play games. I can lie down as I want. It is better than being in the dormitory.”
Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, stopped talking in a good-tempered manner, and quickened his pace to keep up with him.
When it’s lunch time,the stall owners set up their booths along the road, lined up in a row, attracting customers in a bustlingly manner.
Jin Linkun seemed to go out for the first time, he had to look at everything. He was curious about a pancake stand, and Yu Sheng smacked him on the shoulder: “Eating pancakes on a hot day, don’t you get motion sickness?”
“I was still dizzy just now, all I had to do was take in some fresh air.”
Jin Linkun talked nonsense with peace of mind, and looked away from the rich variety of ingredients pasted on the pancake cart, a little regretful: “This looks delicious…”
There are a lot of people in the urban area, and it is easy to get lost if you are not careful. Yu Sheng was afraid that the man would not be able to keep up with him if he walked too fast, so he stopped and waited for him, and couldn’t help but take a look at him.
… a little familiar.
Before he could recall the scene from his memory, the enthusiastic stall owner immediately recognized the young man who had a unique way of ordering food at that time, and waved to him happily: “It’s been a long time since I saw you—the last time you bought a pancake, I saw you hurrying back, are you not in a hurry this time?”
The stall owner has a very good memory, and he has already started to take things in his hands quickly: “Are you here to buy the pancakes as well this time? Is it the same order as last time? A set of everything and a set of only the crispy ones? Wait for three minutes, and it will be ready in no time!”
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Update: 2 days after~!
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