Has the scumbag actor confessed?

When the guitar prelude came, Zhong Yi was startled for a moment, and then understood which song it was.

Even he knows the popularity of this song, so it is conceivable that the difficulty will not be too high. The team's selection of songs seems to be very problematic.

However, when Shen Xifeng's voice sounded, the doubts in Zhong Yi's mind disappeared immediately.

All along, Shen Xifeng's voice was the same as his own, clear and grand, but with a little childishness, and the voice line was higher than that of an adult.

Therefore, when he sang bitter songs with his voice pressed down, he felt a strong sense of disobedience.

But for this song, he did not adapt the rising key, but relaxed his throat, and sang it with a mellow and deep voice that Zhong Yi had never heard before.

Thanks to the excellent performance of the Apple earphones, the voice was the same as Shen Xifeng singing close to himself, instantly burning Zhong Yi's ears red.

Is it really good to sing this kind of song, with such lyrics, for everyone to hear?

Also, is it really okay for him to dress like this, hold a guitar and wink at everyone? ?

How can a minor, still a scumbag, sing about love and love...

What eyes, what involuntary feelings, what mess! !

Zhong Yi yanked off the earphones, threw it back to Qin Wen, and was about to get up sullenly.

As a result, before he finished this set of movements, Qin Wen quickly pulled him back: "Hey, how's it going? Isn't it very interesting?"

"Hard to hear!" Throwing down these two words, Zhong Yi left the classroom without looking back.

"Hard to hear?" Qin Wen opened her mouth in surprise, "How could it be? His song won the first place in the audience! The video posted by the official Weibo has 7 to 8 retweets! Come back and listen, Listen carefully!"

Listen to a fart!

Zhong Yi went to the rooftop as soon as he left the house, if he didn't smoke a cigarette, he would explode with anger!

The first time Zhong Yi was called a "genius" was at a family gathering when he was four years old.

A relative at the dinner table said, "Every grain is hard work", and Xiao Zhong, who was wrestling with chopsticks, recited the entire eight-line poem by heart.

Of course, this can only make adults sigh "great meaning, good memory".

But then, when Zhong Yi, who couldn't even hold the chopsticks steadily, picked up the pen and "drawed" the 40 characters crookedly, without paying attention to any stroke order, like a painting, the adults were shocked and said no. Words came out.

Agile thinking, meticulous observation, and comprehensive learning ability are the common points of all highly intelligent people.

During the 17 years of growth, Zhong Yi has brought these advantages into full play.

Therefore, he found something wrong with himself in the first time.

On the rooftop of the evening self-study, he smoked half a pack of cigarettes, just trying to figure it out.

After returning to the dormitory, he continued to blow the evening breeze on the roof for most of the night, drained all the stocks, and got his wish, and caught a cold.

Of course, besides the cold, he has other benefits.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Zhong Yi, who had an IQ of 180, knew that he regarded Shen Xifeng as a friend, the kind of close friend who could do both.

This was a question that he had never thought about before and after meeting Shen Xifeng.

After all, as soon as they graduate, they will part ways.

After all, apart from this reason, only anti-social personality can explain why he felt violent emotions when he saw Shen Xifeng being stupid.

This recognition made Zhong Yi, who has always been in a high position in the altar, mourn for most of the night for his vision of choosing friends. The huge psychological gap and the night wind of more than ten degrees caused Zhong Yi toss a high fever of more than 38 degrees.

On Friday afternoon, after all the students in the dormitory had left school, Zhong Yi sent Shen Xifeng a message, swallowed a few cold medicines, covered her head with the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep.

The high fever made his brain cells extremely active, and all kinds of bizarre nightmares entangled him, haunting him deeply and making him unable to escape.

It wasn't until a thunderous sound rang in his ears, and then a pair of strong hands helped him sit up, and a familiar and reassuring smell wafted into his nostrils, which made him wake up slowly.

"...Yi, Zhongyi! Look at me, look at me!"

Zhong Yi raised his heavy eyelids, and saw the culprit who made him sick. The culprit looked anxious, and he didn't know what had happened.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Yi realized that his voice was hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth, "What happened to you?"

Shen Xifeng almost wanted to kneel down to this god.

As soon as he got off the plane, he received a message from Zhongyi, saying that he was sick and would not go to his house this weekend.

Then Shen Xifeng rushed to the school non-stop, finally found Zhong Yi's dormitory room number, knocked on the door for more than ten minutes but was ignored, and finally kicked the door open.

It was only when he rushed into the room that he saw the god whose face was flushed with fever, and he didn't know where he was in a daze.

"You have such a severe fever, why don't you go to the hospital?" Shen Xifeng could feel the extremely abnormal hot flashes from Zhong Yi's skin through the fabric of his pajamas.

"It's just a fever, and a cold will heal on its own."

Zhong Yi had just escaped from the nightmare, and now she was leaning softly in Shen Xifeng's arms, as if she had fallen into another dream, so beautiful that people didn't want to wake up.

"Have you taken your medicine?" Shen Xifeng felt distressed as he looked at the blushing face.

He directly touched Zhongyi with his forehead, then stepped back a little distance, frowned and said, "The temperature is so high, have you taken antipyretics?"

My friend, don't you know that colds are contagious?

As a scumbag, you don't even have this common sense?

Zhong Yi tilted her head uncomfortably, avoiding that worried face, panting slightly: "Eat, you let me sleep, it's so noisy."

So want to sleep?

Shen Xifeng had no choice but to help him lie down and cover him with the quilt.

Zhong Yi buried her head deeply, only willing to leave the other party with an indifferent back.

The two people with different thoughts stalemate for a moment, Shen Xifeng moved and was about to leave when Zhong Yi asked in a muffled voice, "Are you leaving?"

Shen Xifeng looked back at the ruthless head, and said softly: "Don't go, I'll get you a glass of water."

The single bed at the school would creak when there was any movement, Zhong Yi turned around amidst the creaking sound, and hid most of her face under the quilt, revealing a pair of misty eyes.

Zhong Yi said sadly: "I don't drink water. You, you just read a book next to you...recite words."

Although I am sick, my instinct as a tutor is still there, and I cannot forget the duty of supervising my friends.

Shen Xifeng was silent for a moment, then asked back: "I'm here, won't I disturb you?"

Zhong Yi thought for a while and replied: "Keep your voice down, you won't."

This counts as some kind of dependency, right?

Shen Xifeng thought unsurely, he smiled, dragged a chair to sit at the end of the bed, and took out his mobile phone: "Sleep well, I'll surf the Internet for a while, and I'll call you again when it's dinner time."

Zhong Yi was still dissatisfied, thinking that the scumbag would play with his mobile phone when he had time, wouldn't it be good to memorize a few more words?

But seeing that Shen Xifeng also had a tired look on his face, he couldn't bear the thought of his exhaustion, rolled up the quilt, struggled for a long time with his eyes closed, and finally fell asleep in a drowsy state.

After he fell asleep, Shen Xifeng put down his phone, tiptoed to the bedside, and took the temperature of his forehead and neck.

Two quilts have been covered, people are as hot as coals, but there is no sweat.

Shen Xifeng frowned, and took a closer look at the leftover medicine on the bedside table. There was only cold medicine in it, which was the mildest Chinese patent medicine, and it had no effect on reducing fever at all.

This kid was born to worry about!

He poured a cup of hot water from the thermos bottle and put it aside to cool down. He was thinking about how to coax the person on the bed to drink water when he heard the bed board creak.

Zhong Yi didn't sleep well and was about to start a fuss.

After turning over, kicking his legs, and waving his hands again, the quilt successfully fell to the ground.Wearing a vest and shorts, Zhong Yi curled up her slender limbs, and the picture has the urge to spurt blood.

It's a cerebral hemorrhage, not a nosebleed.

Shen Xifeng picked up the quilt, shook it, and wrapped it tightly from the beginning to the end, and at the end gently pinched Zhong Yi's face, threatening: "Be good, if you lift the quilt again, you will be spanked .”

Zhong Yi was agitated when he heard the voice humming twice, opened his eyes slightly, and dimly saw Shen Xifeng's face right in front of him.Zhong Yi reached out with a hook, and pulled the person into her arms, feeling at ease.

Hairy and heavy, it is quite heavy to hold yourself down.

Zhong Yi moved in, rubbed his head next to his ear, yawned contentedly, adjusted his posture, and fell asleep peacefully.

Poor Shen Xifeng was buried face down in the pillow, almost suffocating himself.

When the person beside him was still, Shen Xifeng slowly raised his head, the tip of his nose brushed Zhong Yi's cheek, it was hot, like a piece of baked rice cake.

He really couldn't hold it back, so he touched his lips with his lips. In just such a short moment, he quickly got up and escaped with his thunderous heartbeat.

Returning to Zhong Yi's side again, it was already 10 minutes later, Shen Xifeng, who had taken a cold bath, seemed to have calmed down a lot.

He reached out to test Zhong Yi's temperature, and decisively patted him awake: "Yi, Yi! Get up and go to the hospital."

Zhong Yi was so hot that he couldn't sleep too deeply, so he sat up propped up, feeling terribly irritable.

Shen Xifeng took the T-shirt by the bed and handed it to him.

Zhong Yi refused to answer, raised his finger and pointed to the wardrobe: "Change to a clean one."

Virtue!

Shen Xifeng had no choice but to turn around again, opened Zhong Yi's wardrobe, picked out a white fine-check shirt and jeans, and threw them beside him: "Eat first or go to the hospital first? What did you have for lunch?"

Zhong Yi lazily took off her vest, staring with her upper body naked, as if she didn't know what to do next.

"Ancestor! You put on your clothes! You still have a fever!"

Shen Xifeng didn't dare to look at that tender white body, he quickly shook off his shirt and put it on Zhong Yi, covering up the bloody scene.

This time it was nosebleed.

The child didn't resist when his body softened, he just swayed according to his movements. The clothes were put on without buttons, and it didn't feel indecent at all to open his arms.

For the sake of his own blood volume, Shen Xifeng could only squat down, tug on the left and right skirts, and start buttoning people.

"You can't tie your shoelaces, and now you can't even tie your buttons?" Shen Xifeng said in a tone of headache.

The buttons of the shirt were made of pearl oysters, small and thin, and not slippery. Shen Xifeng fastened from the second button down, and it took a long time to fasten three buttons.

Zhong Yi lowered her head and stared at him intently, seeing his clumsy and cautious appearance, suddenly let out a chuckle.

When Shen Xifeng heard the voice, he raised his head suddenly, and the two pairs of eyes met and were instantly entangled.