After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Due to the small number of students, all of them except Qi Linqing showed that they didn't really want to learn Taijiquan, and the teacher was very reluctant to teach.

Halfway through teaching, the teacher allowed the students to move around freely.

Qi Linqing originally thought he could learn a little bit of the essence of Taijiquan, but he didn't expect that he would not even have fur.

The weather in March began to be cold in spring. The sun was strong, pouring fiercely on the red-brown half-circle track of the playground.

In the distance, there was the roar of the plane as it flew low in the air.

He bent down to pick up his thermos cup from the steps, unscrewed the lid and drank two sips of hot tea, then walked slowly towards the classroom.

Along the way, Qi Linqing could still hear several passing classmates discussing about Zhong Chen.

"Brother Zhong was so handsome to shoot an arrow just now!"

"My man is very awkward."

"He played so well in basketball, he didn't expect to have all the hearts in his archery..."

"Follow him well in the future, we have a big brother to cover us, the future is boundless!"

The image of Zhong Chen's ruthless school bully has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Qi Linqing felt the same way, until he saw the pink cat's claw cotton socks inadvertently exposed when the tablemate stretched his legs again.

Last time it was a wave point, this time it was a cat's claw. I can't see that this school tyrant is quite "boring."

Qi Linqing remembered that his previous little apprentice was the same. He was a decent boy, but secretly embroidered a pink purse.

"Is there any water?" Zhong Chen patted the person at the front table smoothly.

He also changed his short sleeves in the physical education class just now, showing a deterrent dragon tattoo on his right arm. Paired with that short hair, handsome and deep facial features, if paired with a pair of sunglasses and cigarettes, it will be alive from the gangsters in Hong Kong dramas in the 1990s.

The front table turned around and tremblingly said: "Zhong, Zhong, no, no, no, I'll go to the canteen to buy it for you now!"

"Forget it." Zhong Chen leaned back.

"I have." Qi Linqing handed over the thermos and asked: "Would you like to drink it?"

Zhong Chen hesitated and took it. It's not that he is narcissistic, but that the description in the book about the other party's liking for the original owner is really idiotic.

In just a few seconds, he even guessed from the water borrowing incident whether Qi Linqing wanted to kiss him indirectly.

That's it.

Zhong Chen poured out a medicine, raised the thermos cup high, and poured it straight down without clinking the cup.

His movements are so fast that Qi Linqing has not had time to say the sentence:

"Be careful—" Hot.

"puff-!"

Zhong Chen sprayed a sip of tea directly onto the back of the front table.

After the front table stiffened for a while, he quickly took off his clothes, turned around 90° and bowed to him, "Thank you Zhong Brother for the water!"

Zhong Chen: "..."

The prestige of the original owner is so terrifying.

Qi Linqing pulled out a few tissues and handed them over, and said to Zhong Chen: "I just forgot to say it. Be careful."

Zhong Chen: "!!!"

Who drinks hot water in summer? And it's this weird chrysanthemum tea...

wrong. Zhong Chen silently took out a wolfberry from his mouth.

Chinese wolfberry + chrysanthemum tea? ? ? ?

What kind of supreme dark drink is this.

Monday passed without surprise.

Except for sponsored students, junior high school students generally do not live on campus.

After school, the school gate was crowded with people and all kinds of luxury cars.

Du Yuanbai pushed aside the crowd and hurriedly chased after him, calling for Qi Linqing: "Do you want to sign up for the National Youth Talent Competition?"

Qi Linqing asked back: "Why should I participate?"

Du Yuanbai was speechless.

He paused, sorted out the words in his mind, and tried to persuade the other party: "This contest has a high gold content, and Qi Lele reported for the piano. You are not good at Chinese painting, just to win a big prize and shamelessly."

Qi Linqing sensitively caught the key word: "Gold content? Can I get a lot of gold by participating in the competition?"

Du Yuan was full of black lines, "Of course not... it refers to the social recognition of this competition."

"Oh, then I'm not free." Qi Linqing suddenly became uninterested.

It is true that the emperor is not in a hurry. Du Yuanbai thought that he could only use nirvana. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, called out the negative comments of netizens, and dangled in front of Qi Linqing.

"Look at it!" Du Yuanbai said loudly: "These people are scolding you! They call you a bun, even Qi Lele's toe can't be compared. A local dog will always be a local dog, and a pheasant will fly to the branch in a delusion. Be a phoenix..."

Qi Linqing said, "It has nothing to do with me."

He doesn't know how to surf the Internet anyway, so he can't see.

Du Yuanbai: "..."

People clerk?

What puzzled Du Yuanbai most was that Qi Linqing didn't even care about the disturbances from the outside world.

In the past, he was able to create 100 trumpets and switch seamlessly with these netizens until dawn, and he was known as a fighter in the keyboard man.

Du Yuanbai thought to himself that Qi Linqing had changed.

He seems to have been smoothed out by life, and he no longer has that worldly desire.

When he got home, Qi Linqing went upstairs to the study for the first time to make paint.

The ore raw materials bought from the mounting shop last time need to be processed again.

He bends down and stands at the table, carefully pounding and grinding with a pestle and mortar, and then slowly filtering with a layer of fine yarn.

This step is very delicate, and if you accidentally mix in impurities, it will be ruined.

Qi Linqing was immersed in the world of paint making so much that he didn't even notice that the babysitter knocked on the door three or four times in a row.

Boom boom boom.

After a while, Qi Linqing was shocked, took out a tissue and wiped his hands, turned and walked over to open the door.

"what's up?"

Babysitter: "Young Master's fiancé is here...He and Young Master are not at home now, would you like to go down and have a look?"

Qi Linqing nodded slightly: "Okay."

Even if the visitor is unkind, he will not lose his hospitality.

Qi Linqing moved gently to the door, blocking the gaze of the babysitter, and then stepped on the wooden steps of the villa to go downstairs.

On the sofa in the living room on the first floor, there is a figure sitting.

It was the protagonist in the book who attacked Fu Hanri.

In terms of appearance, he deserves to be eye-catching. The eyebrows and eyes are straight, the nose is high and the lips are thin. It simply outlines a cut face.

In terms of talent status, as a famous Chinese actor, he has superb acting skills and is admired by thousands of people.

In this novel titled "The Fake Master and the Movie Emperor First Loved Then Married", Fu Hanri's personality is indifferent and alienated. He maintains a courteous attitude towards everyone, but in fact, the distance from you is very small. A hundred and eight thousand miles away.

Only the protagonist received Qi Lele, like an innocent deer breaking into his heart. From then on, he was unstoppable. Bah, so that the aloof and indifference to the world’s fireworks, the actor-sir, tasted the bitterness and sweetness of love.

"Hello." Qi Linqing Fu Hanri nodded, and said: "Is it necessary to add more tea?"

Fu Hanri was slightly startled, and immediately shook his head and said: "No need."

Qi Linqing: "Then I still have something to do, you sit down slowly?"

This person could hear "you" with a mouthful of words. Fu Hanri frowned and said coldly: "No, I'm here for you this time."

"For me?" Qi Linqing was a little surprised, there is no relevant plot in the original text.

Fu Hanri: "Have you participated in "Tang Yue Fengyun"?"

Qi Linqing: "Yes."

In the article, Fu Hanri took over the male role in "Tang Yue Fengyun" for the honor of Qi Lele Legang, but this matter is still in the secret stage for the time being. With his coffee status, he will not easily appear on the crew.

As soon as Fu Hanri flew back from the US awards ceremony this morning, he received a text message from Qi Lele complaining.

He stared at the young man, his dark eyes flashed with coldness, and warned: "You'd better stay away from Lele."

Qi Linqing nodded, "Okay."

Fu Hanri: "If I find out that you set him up with those conspiracy schemes, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Qi Linqing continued to nod: "Okay."

Fu Hanri's chest was ups and downs. He is generally not angry unless he can't help it.

The attitude of the other party who didn't care at all was too much! gas! people! NS!

Qi Linqing remembered that he had not watered the flowers when he came back, and stood up and said, "I really have something to do, Mr. Fu, goodbye."

How did this sentence sound like in Fu Hanri's ears: Get out! Good to go or not to send.

After not seeing him for a while, this guy seemed to have suddenly upgraded to version 2.0. Upgraded from the innocent clown to the yin and yang leader who is so angry that he can't pay for his life.

Fu Hanri was so angry that he left, and as soon as he stepped out of the door of the villa, he ran into the young master Qi family who came back from get off work.

Under the night.

Love rivals met, extremely jealous.

Qi Yingjun quickly took out the cover from his pocket and wanted to put it on.

But it's too late—

Fu Hanri's usual stern expression was a little turbulent.

At a glance, he saw the distinct slap prints on Qi Yingjun's left and right cheeks.

Qi Yingjun is very vigilant, and now there are scandals spreading about him that is comparable to the green grass.

In case Fu Hanri makes irresponsible remarks in front of Qi Lele...

"Don't get me wrong." Qi Yingjun's ears were red, and he snarled, "I just... I accidentally slapped myself when I hit a mosquito!"

Fu Hanri: "There are so many mosquitoes in summer."

Qi Yingjun: I suspect you are connoting me, but I have no evidence.

On Tuesday, Qi Lin got up early in the morning to go to school.

He thought he was about to usher in a whole day like listening to the heavenly scriptures, but he didn't expect to have an art class.

Qi Linqing thought it should be very interesting, so he brought books and arrived in the classroom early.

The art classroom is on the top floor of the teaching building, and the electric fan hula hula spins, and the young teacher Yi twists his waist and pushes the door in.

Qi Linqing heard the murmur of the students behind him:

"I bet a pack of spicy strips, Yi Chaoming must be gay!"

"I also think hahaha."

Qi Linqing frowned and thought: What does [给(gay)] mean?

Yi Chaoming walked to the podium and put down the designer handbag. His eyes patrolled the audience like an eagle, and soon he saw Qi Linqing sitting in the corner.

The boy's messy blond hair is particularly eye-catching.

Yi Chaoming immediately looked away in disgust and looked down at his phone. The screen lights up, and his mobile wallpaper is Qi Lele's pool photo.

That's right, Yi Chaoming is a fan of Qi Lele and a fan of her mother.

Probably it is the fan circle psychology, they are always very unwelcome to people like Qi Linqing who are threatening to their cubs. Yi Chaoming is no exception, secretly, I don't know how many insulting Zuan sentences he contributed to when he was black Qilinqing on the Internet.

"Quite me all! Stop arguing." Yi Chaoming knocked on the blackboard and began to instruct class representatives to distribute paper and pen and ink.

"This semester focuses on the national quintessence course. Today we will practice a few simple calligraphy fonts."

Qi Linqing immediately sat up straight and looked over.

After buying the paints, he still has to buy brushes, inkstones, silk and other things, which is probably a huge expense.

It is also good to be able to take a few sheets of paper and pen and ink for nothing.

After receiving the pen and paper, many students just put it aside, even if they were blown to the ground by an electric fan, they continued to chat or play games in a row.

Yi Chaoming is accustomed to this, too lazy to say anything. Anyway, Class 18 has been completely abandoned by the school.

These unlearned and wealthy second-generation generations don't have to worry about their lives. After graduation, they can inherit their family business or go abroad to get a diploma.

Qi Linqing bent down to pick up these rice-shaped rice paper scattered on the ground, and walked right in front of Zhong Chen.

He thought that the school bully, who was in the original text, would not be willing to write calligraphy, and he immediately pointed to the paper on the other's desk and asked: "Well, can you give it to me if you don't use it?"