The Imitation of a Star Chapter 8

The name is pretty good.

But this temper.

Ethan Lu remembered another person with the same surname as the substitute but did not know his specific name.

...

Are all people named Xiao so arrogant?

The other person was also very embarrassed and apologized repeatedly: Look at my brain, I forgot to tell my brother about this, please wait a moment, I'm sorry.

Gabriel Xiao was making milk powder in the kitchen when he received the verification request from his friend. He was already very annoyed because of the inconvenient movement --- He was wearing a front-facing baby carrier, and his chest was bulging. What do you think? How abrupt.

He looked down at the bulging thing.

Meet a pair of big, pure eyes.

Those eyes were too big, like two black grapes.

The baby was only four months old. He was probably hungry. He smelled the milk powder but couldn't drink it. As soon as he closed his eyes, he started crying: "Wow---"

This cry was like turning on a faucet switch, "Wow" endlessly.

Gabriel Xiao's tone was not very good: "Why are you crying?"

The crying didn't stop.

Gabriel Xiao: "Stop crying, it's very annoying."

The crying still didn't stop.

Gabriel Xiao resisted the urge to throw the child out of his arms. He frowned and put a drop of milk on the back of his hand to test the temperature. After testing, he put the pacifier into the child's mouth.

At this time, the screen that had just turned off lit up again.

[Qiu Shaofeng]: Brother Heng!

[Qiu Shaofeng]: Don’t refuse me, that’s the substitute I found for you!

Gabriel Xiao had no idea why the word substitute appeared in the chat at this moment.

He called Qiu Shaofeng directly: "What class are you taking?"

"Boss, what have you been busy with recently? And so is Zhuangzhi. Where did you two leave me to play?" Qiu Shaofeng said and began to show his great brotherhood, "But it doesn't matter. Although you treat me like this, I am not The kind of person who cares about everything, just to let you have fun and play with confidence---"

Before Qiu Shaofeng finished speaking, Gabriel Xiao said, "No need."

Qiu Shaofeng: ...

Gabriel Xiao: "Just quit."

"Don't you think you're going too far!" Qiu Shaofeng was angry, "Just forget it if you don't take me with you when you go out to play! Is the true love of brothers trampled on like this?!"

Gabriel Xiaoxin said it was time to go out and have some fun.

He couldn't even sleep with his children at home.

But it was too troublesome to talk about the child. It was annoying enough to have that boy Zhai Zhuangzhi bump into him to buy milk powder a few days ago.

And how to say it?

He said that that old beast Xiao Qishan was messing around outside and got him a half-brother.

This child still recognizes people, and after feeding him once, he won't drink from anyone else?

Qiu Shaofeng talked more and more, Gabriel Xiao interrupted: "Okay, let him add more."

Gabriel Xiao passed the verification request, and the other person's WeChat avatar was a black and red special-shaped guitar.

Qiu Shaofeng: "I carefully selected this for three days to fit your image, and you treat me like this?"

Gabriel Xiao: "I thank you."

"He's really handsome," Qiu Shaofeng changed the topic, "There are photos, do you want to see them?"

"Don't look," Gabriel Xiao said, holding the bottle, "Am I sick?"

[Don’t bother me if it’s okay]: I passed your friend verification request and now we can start chatting.

Since such a grumpy old man's name can easily cause discomfort, Ethan Lu directly changed the note for him after verification. He didn't know what to send, so he politely sent "Hello".

As a result, the other party didn't reply.

Ethan Lu thought about it and sent a few more sentences:

I have many years of part-time experience.

Adhere to the service concept of honesty and customer first, be responsible for substitute classes, and satisfy users.

Create first-class academic performance and show first-class style.

This time the other person responded.

The reply was six points.

[Gabriel Xiao]:...

The matter of substituting lessons has almost been discussed. Ethan Lu plans to practice the piano for a while while there is no one in the building in the afternoon, and then go to Viagra's drinking date in the evening. Since he said that he will drink next time, Viagra will talk about the next time every time he sees him. When is it.

Normally, everyone in the building would go to the rooftop if they wanted to get together. When it gets dark, a small plastic table would be set up on the rooftop.

Ethan Lu carried half a box of beer up to the rooftop and found that Nate Zhang was there.

"What's wrong with you?" Ethan Lu put down the beer box and said, "Nate Zhang, don't you usually drink?"

Nate Zhang shook his head: "Don't mention it, brother, I've been so unlucky these days."

"I finally got two lines, but they were snatched away by other extras..."

Nate Zhang does not have a regular job.

He has a dream of being an actor. He usually goes to major movie theaters and starts acting from corpses. He will only play some small roles with lines after he can publish the book "On the Self-cultivation of Corpses". Although so far, every The characters never have more than six words of dialogue.

"Let's just grab it. There happened to be a maid in the team, so I told the director that I could be a woman." Nate Zhang raised his head and took a sip of wine, "...the director thought I was a pervert." "

Ethan Lu: "Work harder to have a child. Besides, acting skills can transcend gender, so what can the director say?"

Nate Zhang: "Yes!"

After they had a few drinks, Connor Wei said drunkenly: "Yanyan, can you sing a song? I haven't heard you sing for a long time. Where is your guitar? Come on and play it."

Ethan Lu: "Okay, I'll get it right away."

Nate Zhang couldn't stop him: "Please don't use Qin, you really drank too much Viagra..."

Ethan Lu went downstairs to bring up the guitar and pressed his fingers on the strings. He remembered Felix Huang's complaint with snot and tears before he left, "You are really bad at playing the guitar." Ethan Lu suddenly thought, at this time, what are they doing? The train has arrived in Jingzhou now.

Ethan Lu changed the fingering method with his left hand and temporarily changed the song, and a stumbling piano sound flowed out from his fingers.

He closed his eyes and took a moment before singing:

"ButU'llbealrightnowsugar (You will get better)

You'llfeelbettertomorrow

(You will feel better tomorrow)

Comethemorninglightnowbaby

(The sky is about to break)

...

don'tyoucry

(Don't cry)

Don'tyouevencry

(Don't ever cry again)"

In this song, the night pours down gently.

Ethan Lu didn't drink too much. According to the class schedule sent by the other party, there will be an early class at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.

international finance.

It took about two hours to travel from Xiacheng District. When Ethan Lu was chewing a piece of bread and going through the closet in the morning, he found that most of his clothes were stage clothes. They were all kinds of fancy clothes, with fur and silver chains...Ethan Lu rummaged around and even pulled out a skirt from underneath - there were few that could be worn to school.

T-shirts were relatively simple, but he randomly found a T-shirt with a few English words printed on it: IwillFcukyou.

Several other pieces were not spared.

Ethan Lu, a social nomad, encountered the first challenge of his part-time career.

Ethan Lu finally rummaged through the closet and finally found a white shirt paired with jeans. With his freshly cut hair and no messy jewelry, he looked pretty much the same.

When Ethan Lu arrived at Gate C, it happened to be the rush hour for school.

University C is a century-old school located in the center of Xiajing City, a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle.

Looking inside from the main gate, behind the golden plaque is a long green road. Students ride bicycles around the university campus, and the crisp and melodious sound of bicycle bells echoes on the green road.

The international finance classroom is a large classroom with hundreds of seats in total.

Ethan Lu deliberately took a photo before going in.

In order to show that the photo was taken live, he extended two fingers to the center of the lens to make a gesture.

[Ethan Lu]: [Picture].

[Ethan Lu]: Here we are.

Gabriel Xiao did not return until half an hour later.

[Gabriel Xiao]: No need to send it to me.

Ethan Lu was sitting in the back row of the classroom, listening to the old professor on the stage talking about "Financial Relations and International Currency" in the international finance class.

In fact, it didn't matter what he was talking about, he couldn't understand it anyway.

Ethan Lu supported his head with one hand and typed a reply with the other hand: This is my professionalism.

Halfway through the class, the old professor turned off the PPT.

"Next, everyone take out a piece of paper... I won't take your name. It will take too much time for you. In the remaining time, write a short essay for class, write down your name and student number, and hand it to me after class."

Old professor: "Draw up your own topic, just talk about this class."

There are also homework assignments.

Ethan Lu thought that he could just go online and extract some excerpts.

But the old professor added: "You can't copy it on the Internet. I can tell at a glance. No matter how well you write, as long as you write it yourself, we can communicate and discuss it without any psychological burden."

Ethan Lu felt as if he had encountered the second difficult challenge in his part-time career.

Everyone lowered their heads and started writing. Ethan Lu exited the Baidu page on his mobile phone and reported to his boss:

[Ethan Lu]: I have an assignment to hand in.

[Ethan Lu]: I have never learned this... If you believe me, I will use it myself?

[Gabriel Xiao]: Whatever you want.

...This customer is still as difficult to talk to as ever.

Ethan Lu put his phone aside and began to think about how to write a short essay.

He didn't understand the financial major, so Ethan Lu had no choice but to find another way, so in addition to his name, student number and title, he wrote the first paragraph:

What I feel most about this class is your elegant temperament and profound knowledge. Peaches and plums are speechless, and they create a trail of their own. You are the engineer of the human soul, the fire that spreads wisdom, and a navigation light that guides the direction on the vast sea. You are like the first ray of sunshine shining on me in the morning.

...

Today there is a total of one morning class.

[Ethan Lu]: Finished.

[Ethan Lu]: Should you pay the money or your brother?

The other side turned around quickly.

[Gabriel Xiao]: [Transfer].

Ethan Lu walked out, accepted the transferred money, and planned to go back by car.

He didn't have a strong sense of direction, and it was hard to find the classroom smoothly when he arrived. As a result, he went out from the other side of the teaching building and started to get confused when he changed directions.

He didn't know where he was going. Not far ahead was a small square.

It was probably some kind of club organizing new activities, and there were several rows of stalls in the square.

Very lively.

Ethan Lu's eyes crossed these stalls and finally landed on the words "Musical Instrument Club".

The recruitment has not officially started yet, and there are only two or three people preparing music stands and a few musical instruments at the musical instrument club booth.

There is a short boy in a yellow T-shirt at the far end who is tuning the music.

Bass.

Ethan Lu didn't take it seriously. The level of campus clubs was generally amateurish.

Just as he was about to continue finding his way, the boy showed off a slap after adjusting the sound. Although the speakers were not in good condition, the sound produced was stinging. To be fair, this guy could play... quite well.

Skilled.

The speed is staggeringly fast and every note is played cleanly and clearly.

This slap, which lasted less than thirty seconds, did not attract much attention because there were not many people around and the speakers were not good. After the yellow T-shirt showed off this part, he bent down to take off the strap, and then handed the bass to the person next to him: "Okay, the tuning is done."

Ethan Lu heard the person next to him take the bass and ask, "Why don't you play in our booth for a while?"

Huang T-shirt said: "I'm not from your club, so I'm just joining in the fun. I have classes later."

Huang T-shirt said and turned into the bathroom in the teaching building in front.

Huang T-shirt probably never thought that this bathroom would be an important turning point in his life, because when he came out of the cubicle after finishing the problem, he saw a man leaning against the wall facing his cubicle in the toilet. personal.

male.

Still a man smoking.

The man was wearing a white shirt and looked incredibly clean, but his whole person had an indescribable and completely opposite aura.

Seeing him come out, the man put out his cigarette and said, "I just saw you playing bass. You're very handsome."

Yellow T-shirt's heart trembled.

Although Ethan Lu usually seems to have no limit and can take advantage of the Spade Band, it was a bit embarrassing for him to be able to attract a stranger face to face and with real affection.

He coughed and said while organizing his words: "I'm quite interested in you."

Ethan Lu didn't realize the ambiguity of what he said in this place and this behavior, nor did he notice the increasingly subtle and frightened expression on the yellow T-shirt.

"If you want...we..." We can be friends, I have a band you want to join.

But before Ethan Lu could finish his words, Huang T-shirt directly picked up the mop at hand and held it in front of his chest: "Who are you!"

"Me," Ethan Lu said, taking over as a substitute, "Department of Economics, Gabriel Xiao."