Yang Jingxing asked: "If I go to Yidu, what do you recommend me to eat the most? Or what to see?"

Wang Shujiao had to think about it, of course it wasn’t because there wasn’t anything good in his hometown, but because there were so many delicious and fun things…

The two of them gradually got into the mood, so they found a place to sit down and chat. Not only did they eat and play, but Wang Shujiao also recommended a dialect TV series like "Silly Teacher" from many years ago to Yang Jingxing...

Wang Shujiao was sincere and raised his index finger: "One more thing, there are many in Sichuan, and the most popular one you all like - beauties!"

Yang Jingxing nodded.

Wang Shuji sighed: "Hey, it's a pity that I'm at the bottom and can't show up to speak out."

Yang Jingxing couldn't stand it: "Don't brag too much. Are you still at the bottom?"

Wang Shujiao swore the same: "Really, really...do you know why I came to Puhai to study? Because I feel too inferior in Yidu!"

Yang Jingxing was furious: "That's too much. You want to run away to your hometown right away without having to take responsibility, don't you?"

Wang Shuji chuckled: "I'm just kidding... but I feel even more inferior now that I've come to Puhai!"

Yang Jingxing laughed: "You studied in the wrong major. You should go to mechanical and electronics..."

Wang Shujiao read a campus limerick to Yang Jingxing. The boy teased the girl, which made Yang Jingxing laugh out loud. Wang Shuji responded with a poem about the girl despising the boy, and Yang Jingxing was even more happy, as if he had never been to college.

However, Wang Shujiu still generally thinks: "There are a lot of beauties in the Conservatory of Music."

Yang Jingxing nodded solemnly: "A lot, of course a lot. I estimate that the average level can compete with Yidu. I'm not bragging..."

Wang Shujiu really wanted to invite these friends and classmates from the university to her home, but unfortunately it was a long way to go and it has been difficult to do so. I'm afraid it will be even harder in the future.

Yang Jingxing knew the train number that Wang Shuji took to go home, and he also remembered the approximate departure and arrival times. It seemed that it had not changed in the past few years, and it still took more than a day. Yang Jingxing was even envious, saying that he had taken a long-distance train when he was very young.

I didn’t have the chance to take trains when I grew up, but I think taking trains is quite fun...

Wang Shujiao was not interested: "I'm not in the mood to see the scenery. I just want to get home early."

Yang Jingxing went a little too far: "What do your parents do?"

Fortunately, Wang Shujiao was not disgusted, and then asked Yang Jingxing what his family did...

The two of them were chatting happily. Yang Jingxing and Yu Xinting had known each other for four or five years, but they had never had such a hearty conversation. Yang Jingxing did not ask Yu Xinting about her hometown so carefully, although Yu Xinting was very proud of her hometown.

The feeling is no less than that of Wang Shuji.

The progress of the two of them is indeed not slow, and they feel that they are quite friends. Wang Shujiao also expressed concern: "What are your plans for graduation?"

When talking about work, Yang Jingxing also cried about being poor. Because the music industry is far inferior to the education industry, it is not easy for musicians to find a stable job. He is lucky enough to join a medium-sized local company.

Record companies are mainly engaged in behind-the-scenes work such as arranging and recording.

Wang Shuji was quite interested and wanted to know more about it. When Yang Jingxing talked about Hongxing, Wang Shuji seemed to have heard of it. Then Cheng Yaoyao, Android, and Wang Shuji were overjoyed and almost suspected that Yang Jingxing was bragging.

After confirming Yang Jingxing's familiarity with Android and Cheng Yaoyao's songs, Wang Shujiao suddenly thought of something and asked cautiously and mysteriously: "Then do you recognize 402?"

Yang Jingxing fucks hehe.

Wang Shujiao stated: "It doesn't matter. I think he did nothing wrong. It's just that the public's copyright awareness is too weak."

Yang Jingxing: "...I am 402."

Wang Shujiao looked at Yang Jingxing briefly, and then laughed.

Yang Jingxing felt guilty: "It's true."
Chapter completed!