"Come on, little sister."

Ling Zhou shouted to Xiao Xiao with a smile.

To be honest, he didn't particularly like the song "Invisible Wings", but he felt that the song was quite suitable for Xiao Xiao, so he chose this song.

He was feeling a bit complicated at the moment, as the song he once knew well was about to reappear in this strange world.

And the porter is him.

Xiao Xiao nodded, sat down next to the piano, and her face became serious. She put the music sheet away, stretched out her slender white fingers, and began to play.

Beautiful piano music floated out, Ling Zhou closed his eyes and listened. Yes, it was this song, and it still had the same flavor. He was a successful porter, and he successfully brought the song "Invisible Wings" over.

On the side, Chen Yiru, who was originally careless, was stunned, her face turned serious, and she stared closely at the player Xiao Xiao.

This, this, this, is this really what our prince hummed just now?

Although she was there when Ling Zhou hummed the song, she couldn't hear anything because she didn't understand the music. However, when Xiao Xiao played the song on the piano, the feeling was different.

Even if she doesn't understand the music, she can still tell whether the music is good or not. Moreover, she can feel a kind of hope, warmth and stability from this beautiful melody. This kind of power can move the listener.

Three minutes later, the playing was finished. Xiao Xiao's face flushed with excitement, and she said, "Your Highness, it's a good song."

Ling Zhou sniffed, his face slightly red, and said with a smile: "It's the little sister who plays well."

Xiao Xiao smiled and said, "Your Highness, you can't say that. Without your inspiration, I wouldn't be able to play such a good piece of music."

"Okay, stop complimenting me. This song still has many flaws. Please improve it. As for the lyrics..."

Ling Zhou frowned again, he couldn't remember the lyrics!

How could he remember the lyrics of a song if he didn't try to remember them?

At most I can remember the general idea.

"Yes! Your Highness, what do you think about the lyrics? How about finding a professional lyricist? Such a good song cannot be buried." Xiao Xiao said, and Chen Yiru on the side also nodded in agreement.

Ling Zhou tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "When I was composing the music, I also had some ideas about the lyrics. Let me give you a rough idea, and you, young lady, try to write the lyrics, and then you can slowly improve it."

Xiao Xiao thought about it and nodded, "Okay, Your Highness."

Then Ling Zhou sat down and carefully recalled the lyrics of "Invisible Wings".

I managed to say the general meaning of the lyrics of the song.

Xiao Xiao then wrote and drew to record it. The next step was for her to organize it and turn the incomplete lyrics and music into a complete song.

After finishing all this, Ling Zhou stretched and said, "I'm so sleepy, Sister Yiru, please prepare a room for my young lady. It's getting late, so my young lady should stay here tonight."

Xiao Xiao hesitated for a moment. Normally, she seldom spent the night outside.

After thinking for a while, she said, "Your Highness, let me tell my family first."

"Um."

Ling Zhou raised his chin and walked out.

After Lingzhou left, Xiao Xiao called home, explained everything, and settled down in Yintan.

…

The next day, Ling Zhou was awakened by Chen Yiru.

Ling Zhou stretched. After several days of morning jogging, he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer.

The bed is so comfortable, I want to sleep on it for a while longer.

Just like that, Ling Zhou, who had persisted in morning jogging for a few days, was back to square one, which disappointed Chen Yiru, Ling Lanxin and others. But compared to the past, it was much better, at least he could get up before 9 o'clock.

After getting up and washing up, Ling Zhou came to the restaurant. Seeing Xiao Xiao with dark circles under her eyes, he asked in confusion, "Miss, did you not sleep well last night? Are you not used to sleeping here?"

"Ah! No, that's not the case, Your Highness. I was too late studying the lyrics and music last night."

Xiao Xiao said quickly.

Ling Zhou groaned, drank a sip of milk, and said, "Don't work too hard, little sister. Girls should make sure they get enough sleep. Also, sister Yiru, please send someone to take little sister back. We'll go to school first."

Then, he said nervously, "Oh, I'm going to be late for class again the next day."

“Puff!”

Seeing Ling Zhou showing off, Xiao Xiao couldn't help but laugh.

Chen Yiru also smiled helplessly and said the same thing as if you would never be late.

According to your classmates, it was a miracle that you could make it to the classroom before the first class in the morning was over.

Then she followed Ling Zhou out of the villa.

The convoy started and drove towards Lanling Middle School.

…

As expected, Ling Zhou was late for class again the next day, arriving in the classroom halfway through the first period.

The substitute teacher for the first class today was not the head teacher, but a European or American man about 50 years old.

The teacher was not surprised to see Ling Zhou. Apparently, he had also heard about what happened yesterday.

Ling Zhou walked into the classroom and sat down in his seat.

When Yang Lianxin saw Ling Zhou, she was delighted. She took out a cotton pad and said, "Your Highness, try it and see if it's comfortable."

Ling Zhou took it. It was a pink cushion, soft and comfortable. There was a cartoon pattern of a boy and a girl holding a heart in their hands embroidered on the cushion. He smelled it and found a fragrance, similar to the smell on Yang Lianxin's body.

"Yeah, not bad, thank you Xiaoxinxin."

Ling Zhou said lazily while lying on the table with a cushion in his arms.

Yang Lianxin's face turned red, she hummed lightly, and turned her head to the podium.

Ling Zhou sniffed and wanted to catch up on his sleep.

Immediately, he frowned and suddenly turned his head to look at the last row. He saw Wang Tian, who was wearing ordinary clothes, looking at him. And his gaze made him feel very uncomfortable.

He frowned, turned his head, and continued to sleep on the table.

…

Time flies, and two days go by quickly.

Soon, the time came to March 10th. This day was also the day of Bluestar Technology's new product launch conference.

Unlike usual, on this day, Ling Zhou was sitting in the classroom instead of sleeping on the table. Instead, he was holding a tablet computer, wearing headphones, and watching the live broadcast of the 'Blue Star Technology' press conference.

"Your Highness, what are you looking at?"

Yang Lianxin on the side asked curiously.

Ling Zhou sniffed, glanced at Yang Lianxin, and said, "Oh, Blue Star Technology's new product launch."

A hint of curiosity and surprise flashed across Yang Lianxin's little face.

I am curious about what Bluestar Technology is, and I am surprised why Ling Zhou would pay attention to a company's new product launch?

Shouldn't he be concerned about beautiful women, luxury cars, yachts, and private jets?

Ling Zhou ignored Yang Lianxin and looked at the live broadcast of the new product launch of Blue Star Technology with a serious face. The laziness on his face had long disappeared.