enjoyebooks Chapter 237 3 Character Chapter: Slippery Egg
Chapter 237 3 Character Chapter: Slippery Egg
Chapter 237 Three Thousand Characters Chapter: Slippery Egg
She had felt similar feelings before, and she knew it was the beginning of her small breasts.
It is a bit inaccurate to say that it has started to develop. It is already developing, and it should be said to be further developed at this time.
And there is an accelerating trend.
Discovering this change, Zijin was very happy.
Humph, Mo Ximing, Mo Xiling, you two cats who are stealing fish, just wait for me!
Humming in her heart, Zijin sang a little song, jumped two brisk steps, came to the table, and hung up the guitar.
"Lang~lang~lang~lang~"
The light and joyful sound of guitars filled the room.
After breakfast, and practicing A and B all morning, Zijin didn't stop until she cut her finger again.
After bandaging her fingers, Zijin went out. In the corridor, she met Qian Linjue.
Today's Qian Linjue is not much different from usual, it is still the same.
Zijin passed by him, flicked her ponytails, and even flicked them.
A gust of fragrant fragrance blew by, and Qian Linjue took a deep breath.
Ah, it smells so good!
He sighed in his heart, but for some reason, he always felt that Zijin seemed to be more charming and charming today.
There is no change in appearance, is it... breath?Um……
Qian Linjue lowered her head in thought, her pace unknowingly quickened a little, and she followed closely behind Zijin.
Zijin tilted her head and glanced back a little, feeling overjoyed.
It worked, yay!
Her steps became more and more brisk.
When I came to the restaurant, the meals at the other tables had obvious changes. Zijin's table was still stewed pork knuckle with soybeans, milk and kudzu root soup.
The others were very disgusted, picking up other dishes with their chopsticks, but Zijin was different. As soon as she sat down, she happily drank pork knuckle soup and ate soybeans.
Will it increase more obviously after drinking it for ten or 20 days?Um……
Zijin couldn't help thinking in her heart.
From then on, Zijin practiced guitar during the day, practiced meditation at night, and ate soy pork knuckle soup with milk kudzu root for dinner, repeating this for more than ten days.
This morning, Zijin was practicing the G key of guitar chords, when a tall figure suddenly appeared at the door of Zijin's room.
Zijin didn't close the door, so when she turned her head, she saw someone coming.
This is a young man, about 1.9 meters tall, with a bunch of black long straight hair behind his head.
Zijin recognized Meng De, the young master of the Meng family and also the number one genius of the Meng family.
Meng De entered the room and waved hello as soon as he came.
"Oh, good morning, little girl."
Hearing Meng De's words, Zi Jin was not happy.
She turned around, raised her willow eyebrows, and said angrily, "I'm not young at all, don't call me a little girl anymore!"
After more than ten days of diet therapy, Zijin's breasts are indeed not small.
Originally, the difference between Zijin's upper and lower busts was less than ten centimeters, which was the smallest among girls, but now, after more than ten days of diet therapy, the difference between her upper and lower busts has reached fifteen centimeters.
Even if it's not as exaggerated as Qian Fei'er's 28 cm, it's not too small. It's already very plump at this age, and the shape is also very beautiful, which is very pleasing to the eye from the outside.
"Yes Yes."
Meng De was perfunctory, and then asked: "Zi Jin, have you thought of a piece to play?"
"Huh? Track?"
Zijin stared.
To be honest, she really didn't think about what piece to play, she just wanted to practice the guitar well. As for the assessment proposed by Qian Fei'er, she simply forgot.
Thinking of Qian Fei'er's repertoire assessment, Zijin became anxious.
What should I do if there are no tracks? !
She was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, walking around on the ground, grabbing her hair with both hands.
Ahh, going crazy!
Seeing it, Meng De couldn't help but speak.
"Hey, you haven't prepared a song, have you?"
"I...Of course I was prepared." Zijin argued with her face flushed.
"Then play it down for me to see." Meng De didn't believe it.
"Uh..." Zijin took a step back.
Meng De still stared at her, and stretched out his hand to signal, "Play."
Zijin gritted her teeth, turned her eyes to one side, and was thinking in a hurry as if fighting a war.
What to do, not prepared at all?
playing what?
She thought for a while, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and her eyes lit up.
Got it!
She turned her eyes back, looked at Mengde, clenched her hand into a fist and put it in front of her mouth, coughing twice.
"Ahem, I'm prepared, now... I'll play it for you now!"
After finishing speaking, Zijin held the neck of the guitar with her left hand, picked up the pick with her right hand and placed it on the strings of the piano board, singing while playing.
"Clang in the ring, ring in the ring, the scenery is beautiful on a sunny day, the red flowers are green grass, I run forward happily, travel all over the green hills, people are not old, ring in the ring, ring in the ring ~"
Zi Jin was so proud of herself when she sang that she didn't notice Meng De's deep frown.
After Zijin finished playing, she looked at Meng De and asked proudly and confidently, "How is it? I can play it well, right? You can praise me without hesitation."
Meng De frowned and jumped vigorously.
The performance of this guy is exactly the same as Qian Linjue, is this a husband and wife look?
Shaking his head vigorously to get rid of this inexplicable thought, Mengde asked back, "You call this a repertoire?"
From Mengde's tone of voice and the way he asked questions, Zijin could tell that he didn't agree with the piece he played and sang.
Uh, isn't it a track?
Zijin frowned.
But... But even so, I can't admit defeat, it's too embarrassing!
Zijin gritted her teeth, and argued forcefully, "This... this is the song, you can listen to...you can listen to the song, how can you say it's not?"
Meng De helplessly shook his head and spread his hands.
"Okay, you say yes."
As he spoke, he took out a small notebook from his soul tool and threw it at Zijin.
Zijin caught it and frowned at Meng De.
"what is this?"
Meng De raised his chin and signaled Zijin to open it, "You can see it yourself."
Ok?
Zijin frowned and opened it, only to see a poem written on it, which she read out while reading.
"Every time I see you
my heart is always pounding
vacillating thoughts
Light as cotton candy
Looking at the side face of you working hard
Even if I keep watching you, I won't notice
How nice it would be in a dream
That will shorten the distance between two people
god please
Please give me the dream time when it's just the two of us
holding a beloved rabbit
Hope to go to sleep early tonight
slippery egg~
slippery egg~
slippery egg~
Inadvertent move today again
make my heart ache
savor your casual smile
always get me over excited
Once upon a time I saw your serious expression
Close your eyes and it will emerge
Even if it's just a dream, I really want to have only two people
Sweet time
oh god why
The deeper I like the dream at night
more sad
Take out the treasured bear
will you be fine tonight
oh god please
Please give me one of the only miracle moments in my life
If we can talk smoothly, what will happen after that?
there will always be a way
slippery egg~
slippery egg~
slippery egg~
oh god please
Please give me the dream time when it's just the two of us
holding a beloved rabbit
Hope to go to sleep early tonight
slippery egg~
slippery egg~
slippery egg~
slippery egg~
slippery egg~
Slippery egg~"
"This is... the girl with a soft tone, Huahuadan?" Zijin opened her eyes vigorously, then raised her head and glared at Meng De.
"Aren't you plagiarizing?"
Meng De glanced at it, and patiently explained, "No, have you ever seen a dead tsundere in the light music department?"
Zijin sighed, "Uh, no."
After answering, she seemed to understand something again immediately, staring at Meng De and asked angrily: "Who do you say is deadly tsundere?"
Meng De smiled, turned and walked towards the door without answering.
Zijin threw the pick angrily, hit Meng De on the back, and then fell to the ground again.
Meng De bent down to pick it up, threw it back at Zijin, and waved his hand after throwing it away.
"Little girl, without this pick, your hand will be hurt again."
After speaking, he left the room.
Zijin caught the pick and gritted her teeth bitterly.
For the rest of the day, Zijin continued to learn guitar and music during the day, practice at night, and eat the same soybean stew with milk kudzu root for meals.
In this way, another ten days passed.
On this day, after Zijin practiced for the last time, she put down the guitar.
After a month of 49-hour daily practice, she has mastered all the fingerings of the [-] chords in the seventh key, and the repertoire sent by Meng De is also proficient after more than ten days of practice.
In addition to the slippery egg, the songs sent by Meng De also include the golden wind, the blue bird, a certain scientific electromagnetic gun, etc. Zijin is proficient in all of them.
After practicing these things, some changes took place in her hands.
On Zijin's fingertips, a thick layer of calluses grew from strumming the guitar for a long time, even with picks to protect them.
This makes her fingertips no longer delicate at all, which is about the same as that of three 40-year-old grandmas.
However, there is no way to do it. Who told her to choose a guitar?
Besides her hands, Zijin's chest also changed.
Originally, the difference between the upper and lower bust was 21 centimeters, but now after more than ten days of diet therapy, it has reached [-] centimeters. Judging by Zijin's height and body shape, she is really childlike and huge.
Zijin was very satisfied with the result, and even ignored the calluses on her fingertips.
After recalling the repertoire and guitar fingerings she had learned, Zijin hung up the guitar again and walked out of the room.
It's morning now, and it will be lunch time in two, three, ten minutes, just enough for Zijin to play a few songs.
She walked in the corridor, feeling excited and nervous at the same time.
Can I play it well?
Will Qian Fei'er let me approach Lin Jue?
Will Lin Jue...
Thinking of this, her legs trembled with excitement.
After walking through several corridors, Zijin found Qian Fei'er in a gazebo.
Qian Fei'er happened to be accompanied by Qian Linjue and other angel Wuhun owners. The seven of them sat around the gazebo, seeming to be chatting about something.
When Zijin came to the gazebo, the corners of her mouth raised, and she glanced at Qian Linjue proudly.
(End of this chapter)