At this moment, not far from the mushroom house, a young girl was trying her best to drag a huge suitcase towards the mushroom house.
"This road is a little rugged."
When she finally walked through all kinds of paths and arrived at the bottom of the mushroom house, she was in despair.
"Why is there such a long flight of stairs!”
The little girl was really dumbfounded. She looked at her big box, which formed a sharp contrast with her slender arms.
"Actually, this is a sports show!!!”
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At this moment, the few people who were still eating breakfast heard the commotion outside.
"Who is it?" Teacher He immediately reacted.
The few of them stood up and looked over. A pretty little girl waved her hand in embarrassment.
Teacher Huang was the first to react." An Li, go and help her carry her luggage.”
"Alright."
Bai Anli walked down the steps and the new girl smiled at him.
"Hello, I'm Zhang Zifeng."
"Hello, I'm Bai Anli."
As they weren't too familiar with each other, Bai Anli didn't say much and picked up Zhang Zifeng's luggage.
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"Oh my god, brother, you've gained so much weight.”
Sitting down in the courtyard again, Zhang Zifeng mocked Peng Peng.
After saying that, Zhang Zifeng secretly sized up Bai Anli.
"So handsome!"
" You're back to your senses, sister." Peng Peng waved her hand in front of her eyes helplessly.
"I'll start exercising with brother from tomorrow onwards. It won't be long before I lose weight!”
"Let's see how many days you can last!"
Zhang Zifeng focused on mocking Peng Peng for a hundred years.
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"Brother, how long will it take for me to reach your figure?”Peng Peng asked Bai Anli, who was peeling an egg, with an indignant expression.
"Uh…" Bai Anli didn't know what to say."It's good that Peng Peng has a goal."
"Forget it, forget it. Peng Peng, let's set a small goal first. Let's slim down first.”Teacher Huang added with a smile.
"But I'm also quite curious. An Li, how long did it take you to train to your current figure?”
"This?" Bai Anli tried his best to recall.
"To be honest, I don't really remember. About two or three years. I didn't do it for my body before.”
"I remember that An Li was very thin when he didn't practice boxing a long time ago, right?”Teacher Huang suddenly said.
"What? Teacher Huang, did you see An Li at that time?”Teacher He was curious.
Teacher Huang was stunned." None of you know? He wrote a song a few years ago, and I met him once at that time.”
Damn it! The Fist King wrote a song?
Am I not awake yet?
I feel like I'm listening to a ghost story
Impossible, just him?
Looking for a scolding?
【.......】
Bai Anli rubbed his head. Indeed, he had sent a song before he went to practice boxing.
At that time, when he confirmed that there were indeed people in this world who did not have it, he plagiarized.
However, he had only managed to compose a few songs when the system suddenly had a problem.
Originally, he had wanted to start singing first to gain some popularity, and then when the time came, he would go to the film academy.
At that time, someone would probably ask him to act.
Of course, the simplest way was to ask his family to pay for it. Bai Anli would be able to squeeze in most of the production teams if he were to become a financial backer.
However, Bai Anli was unwilling to do so at the time. Most importantly, although his family did not object to him wanting to be an actor, it would be even more ridiculous to say that they supported him.
Even now, his father was probably still hoping that Bai Anli would fail in his acting career and return home to help out.
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"What song is it? Have we heard of it?" Zhang Zifeng asked curiously.
However, she regretted it a little after asking. She felt that Bai Anli's song probably wasn't that great. Otherwise, how could she not have heard of it at all?
"Zifeng, do you want to hear it?" Bai Anli asked with a smile.
Seeing Bai Anli's warm smile, Zhang Zifeng blushed."Yes ~"
"Then I find it ugly." With that, Bai Anli found the guitar that the production team had prepared in the living room.
...........
He returned to the courtyard and touched the strings of the guitar, feeling a little emotional.
"I haven't played for five years.”
Then, Bai Anli waved his fingers gently and a gentle melody slowly flowed out from the gaps between his fingers. It was exceptionally melodious in the quiet countryside.
Was it fake? Boss played so well?
No, boss, your hands are for hitting people!
What the f * ck?
Wait a minute, why does this melody sound so familiar?？
I have a bold idea!
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