Transmigrating To Become The Boss’s Little Fairy

Qi Ying remembered what the teacher of history said that he would need to participate in more activities to eliminate the punishment.

It is easy to add credits to the politically correct school activities of the May Fourth Party. If the 9th class program can win the prize, then Liu Yao, who maintains Ji Ran, will definitely find a way to use this opportunity to help him dispose of it.

Qi Ying stared at the teenager around him, launching all soft offensives: "But I want to see."

Ji Rang expressionless: "No discussion."

Seeing him with a firm face, the little girl looked **** the side of her stretched face, knowing that the matter was really undiscussed, she lowered her head with a grievance, and said muffled, "All right."

If it had ears and a tail, it would hang down now.

It looks strange.

No! Ji Ran secretly gritted his teeth, don't be soft-hearted! What if she whimpers and wants to watch a bikini show one day? ? ?

Fortunately, the little girl recovered only after a little disappointment. When she was waiting at the bus station, she reached out her mobile phone and asked him, "Can you accompany me to this event on Saturday?"

Ji Rang glanced over. A picture of the home for the elderly displayed on the screen of the mobile phone was titled: "Going into the heart of a lonely elderly" public welfare activity.

Who is he who is anxious to do public welfare activities, or this kind of old man who can slowly annoy people.

But the girl's request for a catwalk show has just been refused. If she refuses again, he is afraid she will cry.

Can only respond: "OK."

Qi Ying laughed happily and explained to him: "We need to prepare a little present for grandparents in advance."

Ji lets patience: "I see."

When the bus arrived, she smiled particularly well: "I'll go, see you tomorrow."

Looking at her cheerful smile and back, Ji Rang suddenly felt that if he did these things to make her truly happy, the principle might not be so important.

When I arrived at school the next day, when I was studying by myself, the history teacher brought Gu Qin to Qi Ying.

Just looking at the wood and the carvings on the body, as well as the brightness of the strings, you know that this piano is of great value.

Most of the students in the second class had never seen Guqin, and they all came to watch around curiously, and had to let Qi Ying perform for them. Can't stand so many people asking, Qi Yinghong put the piano between her and Yueli's desk with a small face, sitting upright in a chair, and stroking a minor key.

The timbre of Guqin and Guzheng are different. Most of them are bright and lively, and they are also suitable for playing popular pop music, such as the very famous "Laughter in the Sea".

However, the guqin tone is relatively strong, the style is simple, and it is more suitable for playing ancient music with elegant mood. For example, the top ten famous Chinese songs passed down, and the meanings of mountains, rivers, springs and white snow are mostly played by guqin.

Most people now hear Guzheng. Qi Ying's fingers hold the Qixian, and when the sound of the cymbals comes out, the thick and profound feeling comes out.

Qi Yingfu's music is a minor key written by the piano himself.

Qin Shi left his hometown and came to the capital. He wanted to be ambitious in the middle of the DPRK. However, after entering the DPRK, he found that the official papers were thin and insidious. He was far from Yu Yu in his voice. He resigned in anger, first staying in the pavilion for the Fengchen woman for a while, then lived in the temple, listening to the Buddha's sounds every day, often accompanied by blue lights.

When the general went to the temple to invite him into the house as a guest, and by the way taught Qi Ying to play the piano, he happened to encounter the piano master in front of the Buddha's statue to create this transcendental serenity.

The violinist admired the general's righteousness, did not reject his request, and was not ashamed to teach a young grandma Fuqin who did not even have a position. After teaching Qi Ying to refer to the piano sheet music, this is the first song to teach her.

When Qi Ying fiddled, the second class was so quiet that they could hear the needle.

Everyone held their breath, for fear of breaking the beautiful scene.

Until Qi Ying finished stroking a song, he was embarrassed to say, "I haven't played for a long time, and there are two sounds wrong."

Yue Li stomped with excitement: "It doesn't matter! We didn't hear it anyway!"

The students in the second class woke up and didn't know who understood it and said, "I just listened to a piece of music. How do I feel like I've become a Buddha?"

Everyone laughed. Only Zhao Dunan stood on his seat, his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched into fists, and his nails almost broke.

Obviously she is the heroine! Why is everyone's attention focused on a background person? !!

The bell rang and everyone returned to their seats. Qi Ying packed the guqin in a box and carefully placed it against the wall. Yue Li was flushed with excitement, and she kept writing and drawing on the book. She only came over after class to lower her voice and said excitedly, "Yingying! I designed a very amazing appearance for you! We applied for a Via, How about letting you fly down from the air? At that time, you will fly in the air wearing a white gauze skirt, definitely more fairy than the little dragon girl! "

Qi Ying shook her head with a smile: "No, Wei Ya is not safe, and the school will definitely not agree. And Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are the main characters. We can't take the lead."

Yue Li thought about it too, crossed out Wei Ya, and said, "Which protagonist is not the protagonist, you are on the stage. Zhu Yingtai is just a few lines, everyone will definitely look at you, and everyone is not blind."

As the director, Yue Li gave the order to the clothing group: Wei Ya can not, but a white veil must be available! Just follow Liu Yifei's little dragon girl's look!

The leader of the service group is also Qi Ying's face value fan. When he spent the vote in school, he also secretly stamped and voted for Qi Ying, and immediately guaranteed the absolute completion of the task!

On Friday, Yue Li's script was completely done. She printed a copy for each classmate who needed to participate in the performance. Zhao Dunan was still dubious at first. It was not until he read the script that he determined that Yue Li did not publish personal grudges. Zhu Yingtai had the most drama and lines.

But what happened to this line?

"Brother Liang, I can't be with you. It has nothing to do with gender, nothing to do with family history, only because you are not a member of the Communist Youth League!"

Zhao Dunan was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he went to Yueli with the script aggressively: "What do you mean? Did you deliberately engage me ?!"

Yue Li lazily glanced at her: "May 4th party, of course, the main point. Do you think you really want to go on a romantic drama? Of course, you have to break the tradition and promote the characteristics of socialist thinking. Be a butterfly with the Chinese dream! "

Chen Mengjie looked at the script and nodded again and again: "Very good, very good, worthy of the hundreds of novels you watch. I give full marks for the plot and the lines!"

Other students also echoed: "Yes, yes, such sand sculpture lines, I have expected that the party will be our home day!"

"And it's really politically correct! Hahahaha, I heard that Snow White from class five has been brushed down, and we can definitely live with it!"

Zhao Dunan was furious.

Zhu Yingtai playing a fart! Clearly a harlequin! Not as good as reading poetry of the third class! She made her want to stop. Chen Mengjie saw her dissatisfaction, so she talked and persuaded her for a day. Anyway, she was the protagonist. Although the lines were a little funny, the costumes were beautiful and the plot was very attractive! Who else besides you can play Zhu Yingtai!

Zhao Dunan accepted it reluctantly.

The first rehearsal will begin on Saturday.

Qi Ying asked the director to take a leave: "I'm going to the elderly home for charity tomorrow. I can't come to participate."

Yue Li waved with a big hand: "It's okay, you don't need to participate in rehearsals and it's okay. You can watch the plot plus bgm after we have finished rehearsing."

So the next day Qi Ying happily followed Ji Rang to the nursing home.

She had registered her name online a few days in advance, and when she took a few buses to reach the gate of the home for the elderly, a banner caring for the lonely elderly had been drawn on the gate, and volunteer registration was being made at the gate.

Ji Rang had not arrived yet, she stood obediently waiting on the steps.

Today, the temperature was over 20 degrees, and the sun was sunny. She wore a pair of jeans with a strap, and the white t-shirt on her upper body was simply loose, exposing half of rabbit ears.

Long hair was tied in the back, a small Sony camera was hung on the chest, and a white backpack was carried, looking pure and well-behaved, like a begonia with buds on its branches.

The registered volunteers noticed her a long time ago. A young man wearing a name tag and a watch finished his name and walked to her. He smiled gently and asked, "Sister, are you also a volunteer?"

Qi Ying smelled a strong smell of men's perfume on his body, stood to the side without leaving a trace, and politely said "um".

The man smiled and stretched out her hand wearing millions of watches: "Me too. Let's get to know each other. I heard that we will take care of the elderly in groups for a while. We can do one. My name is Feng Xiao, what's your name? ? "

The young men who followed him were giggling: "Fuck, it's okay to fake charity, but it's actually a girl."

"That little girl doesn't look like an adult yet!"

"Three years of blood don't lose the death penalty, this girl is too pure."

A group of people laughed warily.

Qi Ying didn't shake the hand, she took the bag with both hands, and politely refused: "I have a teammate and he will be here soon."

"It's half past eight." Feng Xiao looked at his watch. "Your friend is late."

Qi Ying didn't like the sarcasm in his tone, he added: "He will be here soon!"

As soon as the words came down, a harsh roar from far to near brought dust and leaves all the way, and then suddenly stopped at the side of the road.

The teenager in black t-shirt and jeans jumped off the mountain bike, took off his helmet, shook his head, his black hair was messy, but it was hard to hide his unruly handsomeness.

He took out two bags from the trunk, and strode toward Qi Ying. Seeing Feng Xiao beside her, she frowned, but just glanced indifferently, and set her eyes on Qi Ying.

Baby is so good today.

Ji Rang clutched the bag with one hand, and helped her with a strand of broken hair blown by the wind with one hand, "Let's go."

The little girl looked at him with a small face on her face, her eyes bright, and she hummed.

Feng Xiao, who was completely ignored, was dark.

Qi Ying and Ji Rang took out their ID cards and registered. Feng Xiao walked behind with his group of friends and stared at the pair of figures with a calm face.

A lean man next to him bumped him with his elbow and whispered, "Don't mess around, that guy isn't a bad stubble."

Feng Xiao heard the warning in his voice: "Do you know?"

The lean man nodded: "Ji's little master, have you heard of it?"

Feng Xiao's face changed: "Is he?"

His friends calmed down and said, "Forget it, it's not easy to find a girl like this type. I will introduce you next time."

Feng Xiao smiled, but the words of Master Ji's little master frightened his worries a little, and finally got his eyes back.

The garden is very festive.

Hanging red lanterns, ribbons and banners, like New Year.

Ji Ran really prepared a small gift.

A high-end brand of pastries, a small cake hundreds of kinds.

But no matter how old people know these brands, they said cheerfully, I have n’t eaten bread for a long time, thank you guys. Ji Rang didn't explain, she faintly distributed the cakes to the elderly.

Qi Ying stood next to him, taking a picture of him with a camera, and said, "Smile."

Ji Rang smiled at the camera in cooperation.

The old people were chatting with them while eating the pastries brought by Ji Rang. Ji Rang was annoying these parents, but Qi Ying was patient. Even if she asked her parents, she just laughed and used the phrase "Passed away." "Gently lifted.

Why is she so good.

Ji Rang sat down with patience.

When the old man asked him, he answered a few words symbolically.

After chatting, I went out to walk with the old people. A lot of apricot trees were planted in the garden. An old grandfather wanted to eat sour apricots, and asked Qi Ying to find out if there was a broom or the like, and used them to scoop fruits.

Ji made his face impatient: "Which is so troublesome."

He climbed up the tree a couple of times, picked a bunch of apricots, picked up the hem of his t-shirt and carried it in his clothes.

The old man boasted him with pride: "This young man is good! He looks like a monkey!"

Ji Rang: "?????"

Qi Ying couldn't laugh, holding a camera to shoot the picture of him climbing a tree. I ate lunch with the old people in the park at noon, and there were activities organized in the park in the afternoon, such as blindfolding and touching the blessing, and grabbing balloons for the elderly.

In fact, the elderly in the home for the elderly may have a taste.

Qi Ying felt that it was not easy for Ji Rang to come to the home for the elderly. He would not participate in activities that would have physical contact with the elderly.

She didn't plan to force him, but when it was their turn, Ji Rang squatted in front of the grandfather expressionlessly and said quietly, "Come up."

Then he ran across the field carrying the old man, almost flashing the grandpa's waist.

It was Feng Xiao who stood there and looked away, for fear of smell.

In the end, Qi Ying's group won the first place and got a reward: a steamer and a set of cutlery.

At the end of the event, the dean specifically asked Ji Rang and Qi Ying to stand in front to hold the banner. The boy's eyebrows were wild and cold, and he felt scared at first sight, but now likes him.

Ji Rang and Qi Ying stood in the front row, holding the banner that read "Congratulations on the successful conclusion of the philanthropic activities of the lonely elderly".

The photographer squatted in front of him and shouted, "Three two one, laugh one!"

Qi Ying smiled with a bent eye, and the teenager, who always kept his face light, also drew the corners of his mouth.

After the event, the old people and the dean always sent them to the door and said enthusiastically, "Come again next time!"

Qi Ying held the steamer and nodded politely and happily: "Goodbye, dean, goodbye to grandparents."

The pot is bigger than her head.

Ji Ran was troublesome: "Why do you sit in my back seat holding this pot? Give it to those aunts."

Qi Ying held the pot tightly, pouting and refuted: "No, you can't give it to others!"

Ji Rang helpless: "Would you just take a sip? I'll give you another one."

She shook her head, her big eyes soft and bright, and said softly, "Not the same, you won it."

He hesitated and his heart melted.

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