Chapter 158: I love you who weighs 105 pounds

Having solved the problem of sponsoring the school’s New Year’s Day party, there are still two questions left before the boy.

The first one is to help Qiao Liang persuade Song Ci to join the dance team.

The second one is to help Bao Weiwei plan the New Year’s Day party performance for Class 1, Grade 1.

The first question needs to be put aside. Song Ci is a very difficult person and not easy to persuade; let’s solve the second question first.

Friday afternoon.

After school, the five-person group went home together after a long absence.

On a dry and cloudy day, the whole city seemed to be crying without tears. Everyone put on winter clothes.

Song Ci’s school uniform was as complete as ever, except for a woolen vest in the middle. Anting’s was the same, and their woolen sweaters were the same style, navy blue.

Needless to say, Aunt Song bought them together.

Bao Weiwei is not tall. She looks clumsy wearing a down jacket and carrying a schoolbag.

Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun are both relatively common winter styles.

On this day, Bao Weiwei’s badminton racket was disconnected, and she had to go to the sports goods store in the old market to pull the string. In the past, she took the new route, but this time she took the old route.

As Anting walked, he picked up Bao Weiwei's racket and asked curiously: "Sister, how many pounds do you hit?"

"18..."

"Oh..."

Gao Fei on the side said scornfully: "Only 18 pounds, and he keeps yelling all day long to destroy the badminton court..."

Bao Wei Wei kicked Gao Fei's knee and cursed: "Senior Sister Lin Yong is such a good person, how could he fall in love with a scum like you!?"

It doesn't hurt because he's not very strong.

Just left a footprint.

Gao Fei looked a little distressed and dusted off his pants. He was not angry, but rather shameless and said: "It’s hard to give up on natural beauty."

Bao Weiwei was disgusted. arrive.

Although Gao Fei has some bad looks, it is undeniable that he is a handsome guy. He has a good personality and can play well with everyone. He is quite popular among girls.

Among Class 11, Gao Fei’s popularity is second only to Anting, and even higher than Wang Zihong.

Wang Zihong is better-looking than Gao Fei, but he is too pretentious. He really thinks of himself as a prince, which offends many girls in private.

The old market in Nancheng District actually has many similarities with the small town.

The buildings on both sides have the style of the last century. There are many sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted on the sidewalk. They may be a little old and have protruding roots, making the bluestone road uneven.

The central cement road is always congested with cars, motorcycles and bicycles.

The old streets riddled with holes are like a trembling centenarian walking on crutches day and night, watching the years pass by.

Always say no, but still persevere.

This is very similar to Bauhinia Street, but it is somewhat different. The old market is a commercial area, while Bauhinia Street is a residential area.

Along the way, Song Ci cared about Zhu Jiajun and said, "What have you been busy with lately?"

Because Zhu Jiajun and the others were not in the same class, everyone was concerned about it. His current situation is the least understood.

Originally, Gao Fei was following up, but this guy recently got involved with Senior Sister Lin Yong, and he was a little more interested in sex than friends.

"Well, there is still one month until the New Year's Day party. I am busy with my seniors. This year's New Year's Day party is more troublesome. After all, it is a joint party, and we are still the organizers."
< br />As a member of the student union, Zhu Jiajun should be a staff member on the New Year’s Day party.

Although the autumn school sports meeting has passed, Zhu Jiajun has not given up the habit of exercising and will still run two laps of the track and field every afternoon.

1.66 meters...

Weight...

Thinking of this, Song Ci, who had always been calm, frowned and said curiously: "Zhu Jiajun, How much do you weigh?"

Hearing this, Zhu Jiajun shook his head, with a hint of honesty, touched the back of his head and said: "I don't know, I haven't weighed you in a long time."

Just right. There is a drugstore ahead, and there is a scale at the door of the drugstore.

At Bao Weiwei’s suggestion, a group of five people walked to the door of the pharmacy and took turns to weigh and measure their height.

Bao Weiwei, 158/105 pounds

“Damn it, the little fat girl is me...”

Gao Fei couldn’t hold himself tight. He laughed and said: "Baozi, you have lost weight in one year, is this the number?"

"Go to hell, Goofy!"

Looking at Bao Weiwei's weight Numbers, Anting suddenly had inspiration for the performance of the New Year's Day party, "Ah..."

Just when Anting was a little proud, Zhu Jiajun stood on the scale, and his data impressed everyone. A shudder.

　166CM!

　166 pounds!

Everyone: "."

In the end, Anting didn't believe this evil and asked the fat man to take off his shoes and coat and try again.

The fat man did as he was told.

　166!

　166!

Data is as immovable as a mountain!

The most feared thing happened. Anting, Song Ci, Gao Fei and Bao Weiwei hugged each other, shivering.

The episode I was most afraid of when I was a kid.

　…

That night.

Home town, Bauhinia Street.

On the rooftop, it is still the same as before, with greenhouses, potted plants, oranges, rattan chairs, and colorful little light bulbs.

Anting did not miss the flash of inspiration in the afternoon. He thought of an interesting performance project based on Bao Weiwei's weight.

　《Love you at 105℃》.

Change it.

Changed to...

"Love the 105-pound you".

Let’s make a simple plan in Anting.

The original song "Love 105℃ You" is not suitable for Mysterious Person A because it is a Chinese song and "Lovescenario" is already being prepared, so I still have to give it to Gu Xueli.

Sold to Tianyu Music in the name of Gu Xueli; and the adapted version of "Love You 105 Jin" will be directly presented to the New Year's Day party.

Play and make money at the same time.

An Ting sat on a wicker chair on the balcony and worked for several hours, from eight to eleven-thirty, before he managed to finish playing the song and writing the lyrics.

Should be said or not.

"SB", "U" and "Again", among the above lyrics, Anting does not remember any of the lyrics. Instead, he remembers this saliva song clearly and completely.

The saliva song is really easy to brainwash and catchy.

Without further ado.

The next step... is to change the lyrics.

Since his rebirth, Anting’s career line has always been inextricably linked to music, from "SB" needed for the secret base IP to "SB" needed for the identity of A. Seeyouagain".

It’s just that he has never enjoyed music.

Very ironic.

Those songs that shocked the outside world did not make him feel anything.

But at this moment, when he was imagining Bao Weiwei and arranging songs, he experienced the joy of playing music for the first time.

This is called playing music.

Bao Weiwei, who was at home, was sneezing like crazy while watching Sailor Moon, "I always feel like someone is thinking about me."

In fact... don't look at Anting. He complains about his friends' bullshit and talks about troubles all the time. He might enjoy it. Isn't that what youth is like? When encountering boring and trivial things, they help each other and solve them together.

Exactly this moment.

After taking a bath, Song Cici came up with a basin of personal clothes.

This is her daily habit. It used to be every night, but now it is every weekend night. She washes her underwear while taking a shower, and then hangs the clothes on the rooftop.

She was wearing autumn and winter sky blue pajamas and a pair of small slippers. Her hair was wet and scattered on her back, and she exuded a faint fragrance.

The air bangs may have not been trimmed for a long time. They are long and have a little bit of a cockroach beard when they are wet. They are very cute.

As soon as he went out, Song Ci noticed the young man sitting on the wicker chair and asked: "An Ting, what are you doing?"

As he spoke, Song Ci would The basin was placed on the wicker chair next to the boy. Well... there were two wicker chairs + a glass table on the rooftop. He silently picked up a piece of underwear and hung it up in front of An Ting.

There is nothing to be shy about. We have been living together for more than half a year and have been hanging clothes like this every day.

An Ting looked at the white hood and said truthfully: "I am helping Baozi prepare for the New Year's Day party performance."

Actually...

As for the identity of A, perhaps many people are looking forward to the day when the identity will be revealed, but Anting is not looking forward to that day. If possible, Anting hopes to conceal this identity forever.

　A’s identity will disrupt his peaceful life.

Song Ci had already dried the bra and picked up a pair of underwear. After hearing Anting's answer, she walked to the boy's side out of curiosity and looked at the small notebook on the table.

Can’t see clearly, bend down and lower my head, squinting.

One hand covered his collar and the other hand pressed on the armrest of the chair. The underwear in his hand accidentally covered the boy's arm.

"Pfft...you weigh 105 pounds, hahaha."

Song Ci was attracted by the lyrics and smiled brightly, not even realizing that her underwear was under her.where.

Anting glanced at the wet kawaii underwear and felt a little awkward inside, but did not say anything. He just said: "This song was sung by Sister Xueli, I just adapted it."

"Oh..."

Let's just fool him.

Anyway, this song will be given to Gu Xueli soon.

Having written all this, it would be a pity not to cash out.

Although everyone often goes in and out of the secret base, the degree of closeness between people is different.

Bao Weiwei is the favorite of the group and, needless to say, has a good relationship with everyone; Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun often work part-time in the store, establishing a certain friendship with Gu Xueli.

Only for Song Ci, she and Gu Xueli were not familiar with each other, so their first impression was not good. Whether it was their past as Internet cafe administrators or their pink hair, they were just acquaintances at best.

It’s just.

After the milk tea sister incident, Song Ci had a slight change in her view of Gu Xueli and admired her a little, saying: "That sister didn't give up on the opportunity to become famous and stayed in the store to work, right? ?”

Song Ci has a strong competitive spirit. It’s not that she approves of Gu Xueli’s choice to give up the opportunity to become famous. She is purely impressed by Gu Xueli’s musical ability.

“Hmm…”

The mention of Gu Xueli giving up the contract made Anting feel a little complicated. He seemed to change the subject and asked: "Yes Is Xiaowai still harassing you?"

Hmm...

In order to invite Song Ci to join the dance club and attend the New Year's Day party together, Qiao Liang often visited Song Ci during this period. Porcelain, this incident caused a lot of waves in the school.

It is no small matter that the two most popular girls in No. 1 Middle School get together.

Once these two people perform on the same stage, they will be real school idols.

Many people are looking forward to it.

Unfortunately, Song Ci was not happy.

Song Ci responded with a deadpan expression: "Yes, you come to the 404 dormitory from time to time to find me, and you also added my QQ... Anting, are you familiar with her?"

An Ting replied: "Just classmates + friends."

At least at this stage, Anting said this with a clear conscience.

"Then why do you care so much about her and me?" At this point, Song Ci seemed to realize something and said suspiciously: "Could it be that she asked you to help be a lobbyist? ”

Lobbyist, persuade yourself to join the dance team and participate in New Year’s DayParty.

"Well...she has asked me to do this."

Upon hearing this, a flash of displeasure flashed across Song Ci's face, and she took a step away from Anting.

Unexpectedly, Anting added in the next second: "I really hope you join the dance club, not just for Qiao Liang, but for myself."

"Yourself?"

The sky, which had been gloomy for many days, suddenly cleared up.

A ray of moonlight fell on the young man, and paired with the small light bulb on the rooftop greenhouse, Anting showed a sly smile as always.

“I want to see Song Ci wearing a skirt, I want to see Song Ci dance, I want to see Song Ci lively.”

I said half of it, but not the other half.

He was afraid that Song Ci would not be in City C for the New Year’s Day party next year, so he wanted to take this opportunity to leave more beautiful memories.

The twilight staggers, and Anting has never had a chance to be gentle.

But at this moment, Song Ci read the gentle taste, like a shallow beach that has been exposed to the sun for a long time in midsummer, half cold and half hot, just right.

Would you like me to be more lively?

It’s really an unexpected statement.

The weather is mainly dry and cold, so girls will apply lip balm, and Song Ci is no exception.

The lip balm will glow under the light.

Under the illumination of the moonlight and the small light bulb, Anting seemed to see a sparkling arc on the side of the girl's face.

　“You want to see me dance in a skirt?”

　“Hmm…”

　“Then…then I’ll think about it.”
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Afterwards, Song Ci finished drying the remaining socks and went downstairs with hidden joy.

After waiting for Song Ci to come downstairs, Anting turned his face, looked at the little underwear on his arm, sighed softly, and said: "You forgot this..."