The system invites me to be a teacher

Watching the people in the conference hall leave one after another, Confucius took out his mobile phone and said: "Now there are only two hours before the start of the game. Let's just keep it simple. What do you eat?"

Then he asked Fang Qiong and Zheng Mao: "Are you two eating with us, or are you going to take advantage of satellite TV's work meal benefits?"

Fang Qiong said: "Do you want to order takeaway? Forget it, just the situation of Shanghai Satellite TV today, the meal may not be delivered to you at night."

Confucius and Mencius looked around, and sure enough...

Although there were a lot of people who left, there were also a hundred and ten people left behind, plus the relatives and friends group. Reminiscing what Chen Kai said, there were 48 conference halls like Shanghai Satellite TV, and my scalp numb.

"What should I do then?" Confucius and Mencius wanted to say that it was better to eat outside, but depending on the current situation, it might be even more crowded outside.

Fang Qiong shook his head: "You come with me!"

ten minutes later.

The elevator stopped on the 13th floor of Guangming Community.

Seeing Fang Qiong who used the key to open the door of the room, Kong and Meng said in surprise: "This is your home?"

Can't blame Confucius and Mencius for not seeing the world, what is this place?

Shanghai is the economic center of the country.

And Shanghai Satellite TV is the center of the center.

It is not possible for ordinary people to have a suite near Shanghai Satellite TV, even if it is only a residential area.

Fang Qiong rolled his eyes: "I rented the house, can't it?"

"Uh, of course!"

"Sit down, I'll make you something to eat."

With a casual greeting, Fang Qiong ran to the kitchen, Xie Meixuan hesitated and said, "Then I'll help!"

Confucius and Mencius entered the room and immediately believed Fang Qiong's claim of renting a house.

Strictly speaking, this house can only be regarded as one bedroom and one living room. It is only that the owner has divided the internal space very finely to appear to have all the internal organs.

But the consequence of this is that both the living room and the bedroom are extremely small, and for Confucius and Mencius who are accustomed to large spaces, even breathing is difficult.

Long Aotian and other students had obviously never thought that the house could be so cramped, but unlike Confucius and Mencius, they were more curious.

In addition to its small size, another feature here is shabby and shabby. Apart from a simple folding square table, the entire living room only has a large tape recorder.

Fang Zhenyuan walked over and clicked curiously.

...

The prelude to the explosiveness was like a sonic bomb, and Confucius and Mencius' ears buzzed.

Snapped!

Fang Qiong hurriedly ran over to stop it, and then stared at Fang Zhenyuan: "What are you doing? Can't stop it?"

Fang Zhenyuan laughed dryly: "Sister, I'm just curious, and just play music, don't be so exaggerated!"

Fang Qiong shook the phone: "It depends on the time! It's noon now, and there are people upstairs and downstairs for lunch break. They will come to you to handle it later?"

"This……"

"Sit down for me and don't mess around with my things without my permission."

Fang Qiong finished speaking and hurried to the kitchen.

Confucius and Mencius looked at the mottled ceiling and the half-dropped window, thoughtfully.

Soon Xie Meixuan came out of the kitchen with the dishes.

Smelling the tangy aroma, Zheng Ai smiled and said, "Teacher Xie, I didn't expect you to have such a good craft."

Since Xie Meixuan agreed to help her with makeup, the relationship between the two has soared.

Xie Meixuan glanced at Confucius and shook her head with a wry smile: "Ms. Fang did this. I just beat her."

Fang Qiong's speed was very fast, and within a short while, the simple folding table was filled with dishes.

The combination of meat and vegetables, cool and hot in harmony, red and green, can see people's appetite greatly increase.

Confucius and Mencius immediately gave a thumbs up: "I didn't expect you to have this hand."

Fang Qiong smiled triumphantly: "Of course, besides singing, this girl's biggest wish is to taste the world's food. People who can eat will naturally cook, otherwise can they be called a gourmet?"

Hearing Fang Qiong's words, Confucius and Mencius couldn't help but remember the first time he met Fang Qiong in a dark restaurant.

Because the environment was messy at the time, he didn't pay attention, now think about it, the other party seems to just take a mouthful and stop drinking...

It deserves to be a foodie who is determined to "try all over the world". Dedicated enough!

Looking at Confucius and Mencius, then at Fang Zhenyuan, Fang Qiong said again: "Please have dinner this time, even if you repay your help last time, I would like to say thank you both!"

Upon seeing this, Confucius and Mencius hurriedly waved his hands: "It doesn't matter, this is what we should do."

Fang Zhenyuan also said: "Sister, to be honest, I was the one who caused you that time. If it weren't for those guys who wanted to lead me out, you wouldn't have suffered the unsuspecting disaster."

Long Aotian waved his hand and said, "After experiencing adversity, everyone is considered a friend. What do you say about these meaty things? Let's start the meal. I'm hungry when I see these dishes."

Accompanied by pleasant laughter, everyone picked up the chopsticks and feasted, unconsciously feeling much closer.

Confucius and Mencius suddenly asked: "Miss Fang, where you work and live are in Zhongzhou? What are you doing in renting a house here?"

Others also stopped. This is what makes them strange. In other words, the rent in Shanghai is not cheap. Even if it is only one bedroom and one living room, it will not be less than 5,000 a month.

Fang Qiong sighed: "What else can I do, practice singing!"

Following Fang Qiong's statement, Confucius and Mencius finally knew the whole story.

It turns out that Fang Qiong's obsession with music is no less than Zheng Mao's. It is just different from Zheng Mao's birthplace of the rich family. Fang Qiong's parents are only working class, and they are firmly opposed to their daughter taking this path.

Because she couldn't bear to disappoint her parents who were in poor health, Fang Qiong had to secretly sign up and practice singing secretly. Seeing that the test was approaching, in order to sprint, she gritted her teeth and rented a house here.

After speaking, Fang Qiong smiled bitterly: "Ideal is beautiful, but reality is cruel. I have been practicing here for more than half a month, and my neighbor knocked on the door 48 times...

If it's just that, it's not a big deal, but you can see the elimination rate of Shanghai Satellite TV in the primary election."

Everyone fell silent, and everyone knew how hard the road to fame was.

For example, Zheng Mao, in order to sing a song of fire, she desperately krypton gold, but has never been able to enter.

Fang Qiong is incomparable with her in terms of conditions and opportunities, and the results can be imagined.

Confucius and Mencius suddenly looked at her: "Do you really want to be famous so much?"

Fang Qiong said without hesitation: "Of course, Tang Ji said that he practiced singing at the age of three and studied hard for ten years, and I only slept 4 hours a day for music. Who is worse than who suffers in terms of suffering?"

Confucius and Mencius said: "Miss Fang, I didn't intend to help you, but as long as you promise to make ten tables of this kind of food, I can make an exception and write a song for you, but only once...Hey, what are you doing?"

Fang Qiong said: "Let me see if you have a fever? I asked you to help me write the first song that could make it to the finals. I was just joking with you. Do you really consider yourself a great composer?"

Seeing Fang Qiong questioned, Confucius and Mencius smiled faintly: "This is the opportunity, you can figure it out, don't regret it in the future."

"Nonsense, this girl knows everything, but she won't be confused"

"I promised, why don't you just have ten meals, mean! Don't talk about ten meals, twenty meals are fine!"

Fang Qiong: "?"

She looked at Fang Zhenyuan: "Xiaoyuan, what are you doing?"

It was Fang Zhenyuan who promised, of course. He smiled: "Sister, we are brothers and sisters. As the saying goes, brothers and sisters are of the same heart, and it is profitable. Your business is mine. What is the difference between my promise and your promise?"

Fang Qiong was about to refute, and suddenly found that Fang Zhenyuan was blinking at her from a hidden angle.

Fu Ling was so heart-hearted, and she swallowed back what she said.