His voice is sweeter than honey

Time also flies by quickly, Chen Jing's new home has just settled down, and Yan Feng's school has just started.

Yan Feng is studying in an art school, not a prestigious school. There are a few pretty good majors in the school, but Yan Feng's major is at the bottom of the food chain.

And Zhou Jilin is studying architecture at a top prestigious school in the same city. Although they are roommates, the school is different, the start time is different, and the strength of the two is also very different.

Yan Feng is a photography major, and his graduation project needs to successfully hold a photography exhibition.Both large and small exhibitions are fine, the requirement is to have a decent venue and exhibit at least ten decent works.

This is a very troublesome graduation project. Although Yan Feng is a scumbag, he is also a scumbag who wants to save face. He will never be perfunctory in his attitude towards learning.

In fact, he has a very good picture in his hand. If this picture is used as the main feature, it may be much less stressful for him.

This is the most satisfying work he has shot since he was in college.

The protagonist of the photo is a young Asian man with his head bowed halfway. He has a very handsome face, with the delicacy of an oriental man and the depth of a western man.

He was wearing a plain black turtleneck bottoming shirt and vintage gold-rimmed round glasses.The thick hardcover books in the hands of serious readers sitting outside a cafe in the city center are in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the background.

This was taken by Yan Feng in the early summer of this year when he was eating in the block opposite the coffee shop.He admitted that his original intention of raising the camera was simply to be lusted by seeing a peerless beauty, but he did not expect to shoot a top-level photograph with excellent composition by accident.

After Yan Feng had finished admiring the handsome man's face, he wanted to ask the man if he could use this photo as his homework, just to see if he could ask for another contact information... or something.When he looked up, he found that the man had already left.

The school has regulations that unauthorized photographic works cannot be submitted as homework.It cannot be exhibited as a work.

In order to get the right to use the photos, Yan Feng has been trying to find the person in the photos, and whenever he has time, he waits for him at the same place. Unfortunately, after four months, from early summer to early autumn, Yan Feng is no longer in the city center I met the handsome guy in the coffee shop who made him look at him for thousands of years.

In the end, Yan Feng himself gave up, and he couldn't find anyone, probably because he didn't have this life.

……

Habits are a terrible thing. Yan Feng has subtly accepted the company of a boss with a nice voice every day. After returning home from school, the first thing Yan Feng does is not to do homework or organize notes, but to go straight to the computer Log in to the Book of Origins.

While waiting for the loading, Yan Feng got up to get a glass of water, chatted with Zhou Jilin for a while, and when he came back, he saw a sword master sitting and meditating beside him.Not surprisingly, it was the lingering morning scene.This person seems to live in the game, he can go online at any time and catch people at any time.

Yan Feng sat down, put on earphones and microphones, and joined the voice of the team. Chen Jing seemed to have waited for a while, and began to gain experience in meditation.Yan Feng explained: "I just went out and got a glass of water."

"Yeah." Chen Jing replied, "Isn't there someone who started school today?"

"I'll come up for a stroll." In fact, Yan Feng didn't know why he wanted to play the game, anyway, he didn't admit that he wanted to be a boss.

"Do you want to do daily work?" Chen Jing asked.

Yan Feng replied like a good boy who wants to eat: "Do it!"

Then the two of them started happily brushing the book.

In addition to doing tasks, Chen Jing would also talk about some things he did in the game when Yan Feng was away, "I decorated the interior of the mansion today." Chen Jing said, like two close friends People are rewarding each other for the little events of their day. "I want to plant some trees by the door. Do you like cherry blossom trees or peach blossom trees?"

"Sakura tree, the cherry blossom tree in this game will regularly float its petals, which is very suitable for taking screenshots." After Yan Feng finished speaking, he suddenly felt that this sentence was very familiar, as if someone had said it to him a long time ago.This feeling of deja vu is fleeting.Yan Feng has read scientific reports, and the symptoms are probably due to a short-term short-circuit of the brain caused by poor rest.

"Understood." Chen Jing said seriously.

"Why are you suddenly interested in the mansion?" Yan Feng asked, casually opened the character interface of Chenjing, and took a look at how much the boss had improved his combat power.Looking at it, I accidentally discovered that the column of "Love" has become empty.

"Why are you out of love?" Yan Feng asked.

"Will you be willing to have an affair with your cousin?" Chen Jing asked back with a smile, "Why, do I seem to be a person with constant love?"

Yan Feng thought for a while: "Actually, you don't necessarily have to plant cherry blossom trees. There is a legend in the "Book of Genesis" that if you plant three peach trees in front of your door, you will soon find love."

Chen Jing agreed involuntarily: "Well, then I will plant peach trees."

Yan Feng suddenly felt that this boss was very obedient, or maybe he had no idea.Anyway, weird.

Chen Jing took Yan Feng to hang up the phone to do daily tasks for half an hour, and suddenly there was a head portrait of a monk in the team.There was a little rustle on the voice channel, and another person's voice sounded.

Monk: "Oh, why are the morning guys teaming up in 2/2 these days? Is this our lonely morning guy?"

"What's the matter?" Chen Lao asked him, "You forgot to turn off the team limit, and you slipped in?"

The monk smiled helplessly: "Hey, Mr. Chen. You also know that school will start soon, and there is no one to fight in the gang war. Seeing that you are forming a team, I want to see if there are any fresh young men who will come to fill the head."

Sitting at the computer desk, Yan Feng seemed to feel two eyes staring at him through the screen.

Fresh young men, huh?