I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 161
The sponsors covered the prizes with red cloth and lined up behind the stage.

After Jing Xiaoqiang finished communicating, he, the sponsor and Zhou Qingyun cut the ribbon together to pull down the long red silk cloth.

Whoops, the well-informed Jing Xiaoqiang was envious.

It turned out to be two very high-end "Wild Wolf" 125 motorcycles these days!
Because it is different from most 125 motorcycles, this style has an engine surround shield similar to a track motorcycle, and the entire front of the car is wrapped, which is obviously very high-end!

In fact, the performance is average.

But the appearance is so beautiful that it can be called a sports car among motorcycles.

No, in this era when there are very few private cars, it is a sports car.

Jing Xiaoqiang was deeply impressed by the fact that when he was a sophomore in Pingxi, a young teacher bought a car, and the girl who changed the back seat every three days.

It can be called the fungus harvester of that era.

It makes the boys drool.

Unexpectedly, in this life, there will be only two of them!
Then I must show you one to ride, and the other to let you watch me ride, the one at [-], the one at [-], hahaha.

Look at how promising he is.

As for the color TV refrigerator, Jing Xiaoqiang trembled in a low voice while still on the stage: "You take one set, and I'll ask Yu Shufan if you want to..."

Zhou Qingyun actually said: "Don't get too used to her, the color TV is enough, I don't want it, you yourself...Xiaobai is good, actually I want to contact her in Pingjing."

The master and apprentice took a group photo with the sponsors with dignified expressions, and also accepted interviews from a bunch of reporters.

The sponsor warmly invited Jing Xiaoqiang to ride a motorcycle and stand next to the TV and refrigerator to take artistic photos.

Only then was I satisfied with my work.

Jing Xiaoqiang still insisted on taking a refrigerator to Zhou Qingyun's teaching and research office, and then said to take a color TV to the Academy of Drama.

Let Yu Shufan move another TV, the leftover refrigerator...Jing Xiaoqiang decided to give it to Lu Xi.

This is a double-door refrigerator, much bigger than hers.

Yu Shufan hurriedly looked for the yellow croaker with joy, and Yang Xiaoe volunteered that she could ride it, so she could drag the refrigerator back to the store to flatter the boss!

But the graduate students still worked together to move the refrigerator to the teaching and research room happily.

Jing Xiaoqiang is envious of their simple happiness, and he wants to be a working people's simple happiness as long as he has the strength.

I even want to ride a wolf motorcycle to pick up girls like a child.

It's a pity that I can't do wow.

I still have to stay here to hold a discussion with He Changling and a group of music academy leaders.

The theme is that Professor Zhou discovered Jing Xiaoqiang in the song and dance hall with his unique insight, and since then he has fully supported him from opening a shop and so on. Now the situation of song and dance drama must develop and prosper together...

The final conclusion is to take this "Motherland" song and dance drama as an opportunity.

A comprehensive attempt at the Conservatory's foray into musical theater academic topics.

Both the composition department and the vocal department will participate as the main force.

Jing Xiaoqiang also cheered up and introduced the entire initial script. During the middle, he sang songs similar to "Encounter" several times, and also played the song "Faded" on the piano, looking for the Shanghai alley style here. word.

In a daze, the symposium with a strong sense of the system turned into an academic seminar with enthusiastic discussions.

Those of you who are engaged in music here are still easily attracted by a series of melodies. They just like to inquire about where the original song came from, where did Jing Xiaoqiang learn to practice ear training, and the piano seems to have a grade [-] or above. The tune is very sexy Well, there is something wrong with the shape of the hand, maybe I didn't practice it right...

I'm so annoying.

It was dark after six o'clock, and Jing Xiaoqiang finally accompanied Zhou Qingyun to send the leaders away, and excitedly went to ride the motorcycle: "First cover the car with a cardboard box, and I will ride it away in two days, hahaha..."

Zhou Qingyun dotes on: "It is to maintain this kind of innocence. I hope you are more pure than you are in the leadership."

Jing Xiaoqiang said: "It's not good to be too pure. Too strong is easy to break, and the truth that wisdom will hurt will never be out of date."

Zhou Qingyun and her mother-in-law: "You still have to pay attention to safety, why don't you ride a motorcycle, and if you fall down, how can you explain to your parents..."

Jing Xiaoqiang chuckled: "Look at it..."

Start the motorcycle, shift gears with your left foot, and start suddenly!
It turned out that this car is really a good-looking car, with a good-looking appearance and bright lights, but the engine effect is very ordinary.

Almost let Jing Xiaoqiang who is not familiar with this kind of low-end goods fall out!

Fortunately, his core strength is good, and his control ability is strong enough, so he just flicked his tail in the open space of the Conservatory of Music to stabilize himself!
At the same time that the tires were grinding and smoking, the shirt and dress on his body were finally torn from his shoulders!

But Zhou Qingyun was frightened, and kept jumping on the spot: "You better drive, drive, it's too scary!"

Jing Xiaoqiang actually invited the old man to sit in the back: "Come and experience it? You taught me to understand emotions more. In fact, riding a motorcycle is also an experience..."

The old professor thought for a while, held up the hem of the cheongsam, tried to sit sideways on the back, and grabbed Jing Xiaoqiang's torn dress shoulders: "Tomorrow, I'll make a dress for you, and I will arrange a master for you, who is very famous... Oh!"

not talking anymore.

It wasn't really fast, but Jing Xiaoqiang could feel the strength of the teacher's hand, so he steadily increased the speed and sent it downstairs to the professor.

Zhou Qingyun still felt like she was about to have a heart attack, but she couldn't help laughing: "It reminds me of my father taking me to ride a bicycle when I was young! Be careful, and be careful!"

Jing Xiaoqiang made a fidgety look: "Ah, the monk is chanting scriptures, but he doesn't listen, hahaha, let's go!"

As soon as he ran away, the old professor stood there and smiled for a long time. The other teachers who passed by were envious and admired: "You still dare to accompany the students to ride motorcycles. It's really a good feeling!"

"No wonder Xiaoqiang respects you so much..."

Zhou Qingyun smiled and walked back slowly, her blood pressure was a little high.

However, Jing Xiaoqiang rode a motorcycle to find Uncle Cheng: "Would you like it, two parts! One for each of us!"

Uncle Cheng really knows what to buy: "Wow, [-] for one, I need [-] to find a relationship! Okay, let's go!"

Old lady Cheng also had a bit of high blood pressure when she stood behind the glass window upstairs.

The two brothers, Le Taotao, went back to the Conservatory of Music next door, and rode that one away. After finding a gas station to fill up the gas tank, Uncle Cheng immediately wanted to go to the dance hall to flirt with his sister...

Uncle Cheng, who has been defeated repeatedly recently, is still so excited.

Jing Xiaoqiang also felt that he had to control his inner urge to go to Lu Xi to show off his motorcycle. Are you going to show off your motorcycle?

Forget it, I'll see Lu's mother in two days, and we'll talk after passing this test.

So I went with him, and by the way, I told the manager of the dance hall about my idea of ​​building a music bar.

This is not a competition among peers, but a completely different audience group. It can also be regarded as a reminder to transform as soon as possible. This kind of dance hall is destined to have little future.

In the middle, there were cheers from mountains and tsunamis, and they sang two songs on stage.

Now they don’t wear a mask at all. The old dancers all know Xiaoqiang’s name. After seeing him become famous, he still performs so calmly and casually. Everyone gives him a thumbs up and says he is a good character!
Then Jing Xiaoqiang was about to withdraw after ten o'clock, but found that Uncle Cheng was gone.

After searching for a while, I finally called the old man at the concierge, and finally waited until Uncle Cheng came out of a nearby alley cursing!
Jing Xiaoqiang knew what was going on when he saw that his clothes were disheveled: "You... you should go back to the hotel with me to tidy up."

Uncle Cheng was very angry: "Ask me if Nong came in? My book, what do you mean?"

Jing Xiaoqiang has already started laughing wildly!

Riding a motorcycle with one hand, he slapped his chest: "Nong knows it, just use the style to judge the body, don't let Hong Kong be a little girl, even if it is a female tiger in heat, my nierkasang is far better than the tiger whip, making the female tiger scream Call! Ask Wu Ni to come in? It hurts my self-esteem! It’s not Wu Ni who has a small forehead, it’s the old group of Nongziga Laoqie, and it’s as fast as the Arc de Triomphe!”

Jing Xiaoqiang quickly cheered: "Yes, yes, you met the Arc de Triomphe! Hahaha!"

Jing Xiaoqiang couldn't help laughing until he got back to school.

But obviously, even if it is a motorcycle, the Yelang 125, which can only be bought by ten thousand yuan households, has attracted all the teachers and students in the school to take turns to watch.

And this is Jing Xiaoqiang's prize at the Youth Song Festival, it's not a show of wealth at all.

He is also generous, as long as the boys in the class are sure you don't crash the bike, you can ride it, but if you fall, you will lose money to repair it.

In fact, the office has already piled up a large pile of script submissions, character biography submissions, and self-recommended role lists.

Jing Xiaoqiang took it to the class to watch, and Du Ruolan explained it carefully to him. There are two boys who are sophomores and juniors. They have a very good foundation in dance. Applying for participation is the first choice. The new form basically does not have any basis for singing and dancing.

Luo Li was even more worried, so many scripts were submitted, and the writing was much better than hers!
To be unemployed!
Jing Xiaoqiang comforted her: "You just synthesize other people's books together, or invite the two or three best-written books to write together, and then you focus on your role."

Luo Li needed to take a deep breath to relieve the stress just thinking about it: "I... have never performed on stage before."

Jing Xiaoqiang reminded her: "It's very enjoyable. It's very interesting to experience a completely different life, or to show the kind of life you want to live on stage and in front of the camera."

Luo Li didn't speak, wondering if she was trying to figure out a different life.

Such a gentle and mature big boy made Du Ruolan secretly obsessed and intoxicated.

Try to be professional before Jing Xiaoqiang turns his head: "My voice is not very good, what should I do?"

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't worry: "Practice, any kind of voice has its own value, and singing is the same. Pentatonic insufficiency also has its uses, right? On the stage, dwarfs, cripples, even blind people, and scarred faces all have their own performances. the value of."

Du Ruolan laughed: "I'm not as miserable as a dwarf or a cripple!"

Jing Xiaoqiang spread his hands: "Then it's not as distinctive as others, right?"

Du Ruolan immediately understood and thought deeply.

Pan Yunyan kept looking at the red and white motorcycles parked outside the classroom, and took the time to whisper: "Take me for a ride?"

Jing Xiaoqiang really wanted to say, what are you doing with me, Du Ruolan is pretty much the same!
(End of this chapter)