Calm down! Calm down!
Han Qingrang must be joking.
Yes! Just kidding! Don’t take it seriously! It wouldn’t be fun if you did!
She slowly turned her stiff neck and looked towards the third booth on the left.
There was no one there, not even his shadow.
Oh! Tease her!
But the next second, she suddenly realized something and stared at the phone screen.
That sentence: I am the third booth to the left of your booth
???
She booth?
When they were chatting, she never mentioned that she was in the club at that time. Why did Han Qingrang mention the booth?
Zhiyun suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and stood up.
Seeing Zhiyun's panic, Si Yiruo stood up as well. "You, what's wrong?"
Zhiyun looked at Si Yiruo across from her in confusion, "Did you notice that there are people around us?"
Si Yiruo was stunned: "There are so many people around us!"
“…”
She asked this like an idiot.
The thing the club has the most is people, with many people coming and going.
Just when Zhiyun was wondering if she was being too suspicious, her cell phone rang and another message came.
Zhiyun clicked it and took a look.
【Han Qingrang: Go to bed early, baby.】
Seeing this news, Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief and put all the shock she had just felt behind her.
I'm really scaring myself.
After putting down her phone, she finally felt at ease to talk to Si Yiru.
"What do you think now?" Zhiyun asked him.
Si Yiruo was slightly stunned for a moment, but only for a moment, then laughed and said, "Wanting to do it and being able to do it are two different things."
"So you're giving up on yourself while trying to grasp at some straw?"
These words were too sharp, and the tone was also a bit sharp.
Si Yiruo's eyes flickered slightly, and an indescribable loneliness was revealed on her delicate and beautiful face: "Sorry, it's my fault."
Zhiyun took the cup and gently touched the edge of his cup, but did not drink. "Some people think macarons are not delicious because they have never tasted truly delicious ones. It's not that you are not good, but that you can persist and do what you think is within your ability."
"So I'm trying to grasp at your straws because you said you would help me."
Si Yiruo's words were straightforward and bold.
He looked straight at her, with a firm look in his eyes.
Zhiyun put down the cup and leaned back: "I see you are persisting, I see you are frantic, I see that too."
“I’m not manic!!”
As soon as Si Yiru heard the word "manic", he became sensitive and tried hard to make excuses.
Zhiyun sneered: "Look, you are manic again."
"I..." Si Yiruo choked, realizing his current state and unable to control himself.
Zhiyun said to him, "Everyone has potential energy, but it is easily obscured by habits, blurred by time, and worn away by inertia. You are such an example."
"Then I..."
"Be prepared for a concert that will draw crowds of people."
"W-what?"
Si Yiruo looked at Zhiyun in shock.
Zhiyun replied, "You were born a singer. To start over doesn't mean to stand up from where you fell, but to give up everything you had and return to the state where you were just budding. It's a true start over."
"But I... haven't sung for a long time."
Si Yiruo is very worried about her singing skills.
It is true that he was born a singer, but he is not a professional singer.
Many years ago, he debuted as a member of a singing group. Among the sixteen members, he was discovered by Songkran because of his outstanding appearance. He signed his first TV series and officially became famous.
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