What's wrong with rapper being 0!

Chapter 12

The car drove slowly into the ground, Yang Fengyu followed Qin Fangcong and got out of the car, and took a look back without taking two steps.

Why does this car look familiar?

Yang Fengyu didn't care about this flashing memory, because Qin Fangcong had already strode into the elevator, pressing the elevator button with one hand just like he was at his father's company that day.

"Go!" Yang Fengyu said suddenly, and rushed in.

Qin Fangcong pressed the fifth floor and asked casually, "Are you on stage too?"

"That's right," Yang Fengyu tilted his head as a matter of course, "I'm very irritable, don't you know that?"

Qin Fangcong adjusted his glasses, hiding his fleeting smile: "So confident?"

Yang Fengyu's face collapsed, "What do you mean?"

Qin Fangcong shook his head and remained silent.

"Tch..." Yang Fengyu let out a slightly disdainful nasal voice, and said in a low voice, "You were the one who cheered up on stage, and you were the one who turned your back on you."

Yang Fengyu discovered it since yesterday's class. He met Qin Fangcong four times in total. Except for that livehouse, every time he had a straight face, he looked like a two-hundred-five.

But this person looks strange and aggressive, and when he wears glasses and has no expression on his face, he looks like he is going to eat people. Yang Fengyu feels inexplicably guilty when he sees it, and even restrains himself from swearing a lot.

"Why did you go to Weixin that day?" Yang Fengyu broke the silence.

With a beep, the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and Qin Fangcong said while stepping out, "What about you?"

Yang Fengyu was speechless for a moment.

His sneaky look... what a good thing he can do.

Universities seldom allocate special offices for professors, let alone external professors. Yang Fengyu followed Qin Fangcong to the end of the corridor and felt puzzled. When he opened the door, he felt even more stupid.

It's still a small loft.

The space is quite spacious, more like a small studio than an office, but there are a lot of boxes piled up at the door, as if they haven't been packed yet.

"Fuck? Are university professors treated so well now?"

Qin Fangcong had already walked in, and Yang Fengyu was still poking around the door.

The wooden floor under his feet looked spotless. Yang Fengyu still had muddy water on his feet. He lay on the door frame and stared eagerly. After seeing the scattered equipment on the second floor, his eyes were straightened.

"Do you usually make music here?"

"No." Qin Fangcong denied it, and took out a sweater jacket with a disgusted expression on his face.

It's one of his work clothes, left here last time, nothing else.

Qin Fangcong looked through the drawer again, but to no avail.

He doesn't pay much attention to his body either, it's no surprise that he can find cold medicine.

Qin Fangcong took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to his assistant.

[-: Buy some banlangen, send it to the gymnasium, and give it to Yang Fengyu. ]

Seeing Qin Fangcong looking for something, Yang Fengyu came to his senses and wanted to take off his suit and return it to him.

As soon as he pulled out one arm, Qin Fangcong came over, with his coat in the crook of his arm, and loosened his tie with one hand.

Yang Fengyu was taken aback, and immediately put his clothes back on, and wrapped them up a little tighter, his eyes were innocent like a good woman, "What are you doing?"

"Wear it." Qin Fangcong took off his tie and put it on Yang Fengyu's head.Because of the small head circumference, the tie slid right down to his neck.

"What are you doing?" Yang Fengyu was puzzled.

"Together, I'll see you off." Qin Fangcong pulled out Yang Fengyu's yellow hat and straightened his tie.

"How embarrassing is that?" Yang Fengyu was taken aback.

The tie around his neck suddenly tightened, and he was forced to pull into the distance, Yang Fengyu almost ran into him again.

When he looked up, he saw Qin Fangcong's expression remained unchanged, and he said word by word: "I won't prostitute you for nothing."

It took Yang Fengyu a long time to realize what he was talking about, his face became hot, and he yelled at his back: "I'll go, I won't give prostitution!!!"

Qin Fangcong paused and raised his eyebrows slightly.

When the elevator reached the first floor, Yang Fengyu was still sulking about the "white prostitution" incident just now.

Why is this person like this!Yang Fengyu turned his face and refused to recognize anyone after he finished talking, and Yang Fengyu had no place to scold him if he wanted to.

And this wave... This wave is lifting a rock to shoot yourself in the foot.

He thought Qin Fangcong didn't hear him talking about whoring for nothing!

When he reached the door, Qin Fangcong asked, "Is it too late?"

Yang Fengyu took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was 01:30 in the afternoon, which was still early, and Tian Yuyang didn't remind him, "Just walk over there in time."

Qin Fangcong was not polite either, he took a transparent umbrella from somewhere and handed it to Yang Fengyu, the long-handled black umbrella was still hooked on his other wrist.

The rain has become much lighter, and it is barely visible to the naked eye. Yang Fengyu learned to be smart this time, and pressed the thumbs of both hands together. Unexpectedly, this is particularly sensitive, and it opens with a light touch, very light.

"I'll return the umbrella to you at the end of the night, thanks..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Fangcong opened the umbrella with one hand and walked into the rain.

Yang Fengyu looked a little puzzled:

"Are you going now?"

"Well," Qin Fangcong said, "No way?"

"Now I'm just sitting there, and I have to rehearse."

"Well, it doesn't matter."

This kind of drizzle has never been about martial arts, even if you use an umbrella, it can float on your face. Yang Fengyu doesn't like to open an umbrella properly. In contrast, Cong Yi looked like a primary school student, and attracted a lot of attention along the way.

Qin Fangcong seemed a little unfamiliar with the school environment, and he didn't look around when he walked.

Yang Fengyu suddenly remembered that Tian Yuyang said he was new here, so he couldn't hold back and said: "These two buildings are office buildings, the middle is the library, and the one behind the library is the Sun Chasing Tower, and the lights of the library and the library cannot be turned on at the same time, otherwise it will be haunted. "

"Ok?"

"You don't know the strange news about Haida's campus. When you see the lights of the two buildings turned on together, run away!" Yang Fengyu deliberately lowered his voice.

But Qin Fangcong didn't respond, he just responded lightly.

"you are boring……"

Obviously he was too naive.

Qin Fangcong hooked the corners of his lips, thinking.

Yang Fengyu is very good at finding something to say: "I see that you haven't packed up your things, are you just joining the job? If it's not convenient to talk about it, then forget it."

"Well," Qin Fangcong said, "I just returned to China."

Yang Fengyu was taken aback for a moment, he remembered that Brother Qin had just returned to China.

"What a coincidence, I also know someone who just returned to China, and his surname is also Qin." Yang Fengyu said casually, observing Qin Fangcong's expression from the corner of his eye.

If I use four words to describe it, it would be "unmoved".

To be blunt, it's "none of my business".

With Yang Fengyu's years of experience, he might really not be alone.

It was a bit embarrassing to continue talking about this, so Yang Fengyu talked about professional topics with Qin Fangcong. When the latter mentioned his professional field, he talked too much. Although his voice was calm all the time, he answered them patiently.

One of the few embarrassments was when Qin Fangcong accidentally used an English word, and Yang Fengyu asked what it meant, but the other party didn't know how to describe it in Chinese.

Qin Fangcong handed the phone to Yang Fengyu, which was a professional translation software, "Hold it, if you don't understand, just search."

The two walked side by side all the way to the entrance of the auditorium of the gymnasium.

Yang Fengyu conveniently put Qin Fangcong's cell phone back into his pocket, took out his own, clicked on WeChat, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Fuck, you stinky brother, you won't call me back!"

After cursing, he thought of Qin Fangcong, cleared his throat pretending to be a cover-up, and pressed the dial button, "I'll call him, why don't you go in first?"

As soon as the words fell, a voice came from behind: "Hello, classmate, please let me..."

The two turned their heads together, but the other stared at Qin Fangcong and was stunned.

"Teacher Qin? The party doesn't start until six o'clock, why are you here now?" The person who came was a boy with full makeup, his eyes lit up when he saw Qin Fangcong.

Yang Fengyu carefully identified through his lower eyeliner, and finally recognized Chen Xinxin. He was wearing a fluttering ancient costume, holding a long wig in his hand, and staring straight at Qin Fangcong.

"Come and see." Qin Fangcong was dressed casually, without glasses, and his aura was different from that in class, so he raised his finger to Yang Fengyu.

Chen Xinxin looked down from Yang Fengyu's exquisite face, swept across Yang Fengyu's slightly abrupt tie, and landed on the obviously ill-fitting jacket.

Looking down, I saw two umbrellas, one black and one white, that were almost side by side, and suit pants made of the same color as the suit jacket.

Upwards, there is Qin Fangcong's steadfast gaze, and the soft corners of his mouth, all of which are facing Yang Fengyu. Although they are all expressionless, they are completely different from the sternness in class that day.

Chen Xinxin looked at Yang Fengyu again, with some doubts in his eyes.

Both eyes fell on Yang Fengyu. The latter tightened his hands on the phone and nodded seriously.

Qin Fangcong's expression seemed a little helpless, and he wanted to say something, but Yang Fengyu had no time to pay attention to him, but he was not comfortable being looked at like this, "Dude, don't look at me like that, it's scary."

As a straight steel man, Yang Fengyu still clearly remembered Fang Cuicui and Tian Yuyang's description of him, and he was very homophobic at the moment.

Only then did Chen Xinxin look away apologetically, and asked, "Student, are you also a student of our school? Why don't I seem to have seen you?"

Yang Fengyu blinked and blinked, still in a daze, a hand with strong joints stretched out in front of his eyes, and snapped his fingers crisply, Yang Fengyu finally came back to his senses, and heard voices coming from the phone continuously:

"Coconut! Coconut! Why don't you talk? I'm in the background, you're in a hurry! Eh? Why did I hear Chen Xinxin's voice? Who are you talking to? Coconut—where are you?"

Yang Fengyu woke up like a dream, clutching the handset that he didn't know when he dialed, smiled at Chen Xinxin, and wanted to take a walk.

In the end, he failed to slip away again, and was pulled back by Qin Fangcong's hat again.

"What are you doing!" Yang Fengyu thought his tone was fierce. He had already been picked up twice today as a chick, and he was very unafraid. "Although this piece of mine is not a limited edition, it is a priceless treasure in my heart! You talked about it twice today." Once again, if it is torn, hum, you can’t afford to pay for your clothes!”

Qin Fangcong was not annoyed, but just stretched out a hand to Yang Fengyu: "Give me back the phone."

Yang Fengyu was taken aback, holding an umbrella in one hand, and a mobile phone in the other to listen to Tian Yuyang urging him, but he had no choice but to raise one leg: "No hand, you can touch it yourself."

With a snap, something fell to the ground.

Yang Fengyu saw that it was Chen Xinxin's wig.

Yang Fengyu was stunned, realizing the intimacy of this action, just about to retract his legs, a big hand stretched out and lifted his suit jacket.

Grass!