The all-round master who charms the city with a smile

Chapter 112

Zhang Yang felt a little hungry, he always felt uncomfortable if he didn't eat something, he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and he got up from the bed and saw that Ling Feng was still busy in the study.

"Brother Feng, let's go downstairs to have some supper, I'll treat you!" Ling Feng didn't have the Xi of eating supper

: "I'm not hungry, you go!" "I'm too lazy to go alone!" Not to mention that there was snow outside, and I didn't know if I could find food, Zhang Yang stepped forward and dragged Ling Feng up: "Although I don't know what you've

been busy with, don't push yourself so hard It will definitely not be wrong, let's go, go out for a walk together, and the activities are good." The

two of them walked around downstairs and found a roadside stall selling vegetables on the side of the road, which they could pack and take home, or they could make a charcoal fire and cook it fresh.

There were still a lot of people eating, Zhang Yang ordered food, found an empty table and sat down.

Then he took out a cigarette and handed it to Ling Feng: "As long as the Heroes Competition enters the finals, it will be held offline in the sea city, are you ready?"

What he said was naturally to confess everything to Bei Weiwei, in fact, there was no need to confess anything, everything was clear when he met

! Ling Feng slowly took a puff of cigarette, he was ready: "Almost! "

That's good!" Zhang Yang is looking forward to that day, but he is also a little worried about whether Bei Weiwei can accept it, and it's okay to be able to accept it.

In case ......

The boss set up a pot and poured the broth made of pork bones into

it: "Can you eat spicy?" "No problem, it's a little warmer to eat spicy in this weather

!" The cooking was ripe quickly, Zhang Yang just took the first bite, and couldn't help but exclaim: "It's delicious, I actually tasted the taste

of Han Wu, boss, are you from Han Wu?" The boss replied: "Count it half, I've been in the imperial capital for more than 20 years!" "

Oh, no wonder, I can't hear the accent of Han Wu at all." "

Ling Feng tasted it, it is indeed rare to be able to eat the taste of his hometown in the imperial capital, it would be even better if Bei Weiwei could eat it!"

"Boss, I want a piece of steamed vegetables, take it away, thank you." The appearance of a girl immediately attracted everyone's attention, and some people couldn't help but wow.

"Look, beauty, it looks like she should be an art student, and she looks very temperamental.

"That is to say, if I can find this kind of beauty as a girlfriend, I would rather live ten years less!" Zhang

Yang pushed Ling Feng's arm: "Look, it seems to be Meng Yiran from the music department!" "Oh!"

Seeing that Ling Feng didn't

move, he thought to himself that this guy was quite single-minded: "There is one thing you may not know, Meng Yiran has now been promoted to become the school flower of our school!".

"When?" Ling Feng was a little interested, and looked up in the direction where Meng Yiran was, she was wearing a knee-length white down jacket, half of her face buried under a fluffy scarf, but she could still see a delicate and beautiful silhouette.

The cello, which is a little taller than her, straddles her shoulders, and looks particularly temperamental from a distance, which is the characteristic of art students, and standing in the crowd is different from ordinary people.

"I'll just say, you don't know, it's about a month ago! The school online started the school flower selection activity, and Meng Yiran became the school flower with a 102-vote lead over the second place, which can be regarded as a matter of expectation, and there is one thing you don't know, your Bei Weiwei ranks second.

Zhang Yang also voted for Meng Yiran when he voted, he felt that Meng Yiran was able to win the title of [School Flower], and there was also a little credit to him.

"Boring!" Ling Feng continued to bow his head and eat.

The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth tugged: "Guy who doesn't have a bit of emotion, I'm starting to worry a little about Bei Weiwei now, if the two of you are really together, will Bei Weiwei be suffocated to death."

Meng Yiran stood in place and waited, and a man in his thirties stepped forward and said with bad intentions: "Beauty, get to

know me!" "I'm sorry, I don't know you!" Meng Yiran took a step back and stared at him vigilantly.

"My name is Hu Dong, what's your name, say it and listen to it, so you can get to know each other!" The man's face was scoundrel, and his body exuded the air of a ruffian hooligan.

Meng Yiran had a cold face, a little weak in his heart, but he still had the courage to say, "Please be respectful." "

I'm already a gentleman, beauty. "Hu Dong is indeed much more restrained than usual.

Zhang Yang was immediately upset when he saw it, and dared to move his own girl in front of him, can he bear this breath?

Suddenly stood up and walked over: "Hey, this is not Meng Yiran's classmate, what a coincidence, I can actually meet you here, come, sit with us."

Meng Yiran sat down opposite Ling Feng, and the moment he saw Ling Feng, his face was full of surprise: "Ah, it's you, classmate Ling Feng, what a coincidence!" Zhang Yang felt quite strange: "You know?" "

Qingda's piano prince, who doesn't know it!" Meng Yiran's

eyes were full of little stars, Ling Feng's piano performance at the freshman entrance party was amazing, and she was very impressed.

Zhang Yang was a little envious, thinking that Ling Feng really had a woman's popularity, and it was okay to have a lot of girls show favor at the time, even a goddess like Meng Yiran, a school flower-level goddess, had a good impression of him: "By the way, it's so late, why are you alone outside, although the security in the imperial capital is not bad, but it is always inconvenient for a girl." "

Because I had a very important event to attend in a few days, I ended my practice late. Meng Yiran looked at the delicious drooling in the pot, and looked at the busy boss, when will her own share start to be made?

Zhang Yang handed her a pair of chopsticks: "If you don't dislike it, let's eat some together first, you estimate that you have to wait for a while." "

It's okay, I'll just wait!" Meng Yiran put his hands in his coat pockets, and shrunk into a ball of cold, he didn't feel it when he was in the piano room just now, but he didn't know how cold it was when he came out, and his hands and feet were cold and unconscious.

Ling Feng lowered his head and ate, without saying a word, Meng Yiran wanted to talk to him, but when he saw him coldly, he dispelled this thought.

Zhang Yang was afraid of the embarrassment of the goddess, so he racked his brains to find a topic: "I heard that some time ago, you participated in a youth cello competition held in the imperial capital and won the championship, it feels so powerful

!" "It's nothing, it's just a very ordinary competition, I'Xi m used to it!" Meng Yiran smiled lightly, in her opinion, this is a very ordinary and ordinary thing.

"It's

classmate Ling Feng, he's really powerful!" Zhang Yang glanced at him: "What do you say?"

"Maybe you don't know very well, classmate Ling Feng's piano is very powerful!" Zhang

Yang really doesn't understand this thing, but he thinks that Ling Feng can play it okay, in the words of an amateur, he just listens to it: "I think it's okay!"

I have heard many piano performances from world masters, and really, Ling Feng's piano playing is no worse than theirs.

Zhang Yang was skeptical: "Really?".