Sing
"Tinghe, have you finished your report?" Alina, a Russian exchange student in the same class, slid down to Chen Tinghe in a wheeled chair and leaned on her desk to ask.
"Almost there."
Alina looked at Shen Tinghe with regret, "Okay, did you find your ID card?"
Shen Tinghe pursed her lips. "No, I guess there's no hope."
"Will you still be able to attend Professor Terence's seminar?"
Terence, her mentor and a renowned educator specializing in child psychology, will be visiting next Tuesday with representatives and educators from China to exchange ideas with child psychologists. Her mentor is one of them.
As Terence's last student and a Chinese student, Shen Tinghe naturally had to attend the event, but the problem was that she had lost the documents that could prove her identity.
However, her omnipotent divine mentor promised to help her solve this problem.
"Yes, you can go."
"Great! Let's go together, but I don't have any suitable clothes. How about we go shopping instead?"
Alina and she both work in child psychology, but their main areas of expertise are different, and they have different mentors.
"Okay." Shen Tinghe put down the keyboard, turned her chair around to look at Alina, and asked, "Where to?"
"Have you finished writing?" Shen Tinghe nodded.
Alina stared at her in disbelief. Is this the speed of China?
The two eventually went to the city's shopping center, where Alina said it was close to the Poem bar, where Blanche was going to confess her feelings that night.
"Confess your feelings?!" She had only missed out on so many things by not going out with them once.
Alina turned the handrail, and the two got off the subway. As they walked, she said that Blanche had her eye on the singer at Poem bar, a French man with long hair, wearing a punk jacket, and a nose ring.
Blanche carefully timed her performance, making sure he was available during his residency, and even went to the owner to ask him to add a song request segment so she could sing on stage.
As she spoke, Alina picked up a suit jacket and held it up against herself. "How about this one? I don't have a white suit dress yet."
Alina has silver hair and bright blue eyes; paired with a white dress, she looks like an elf descended to earth. "Beautiful! You should try it on."
Women's fighting power is truly a mystery. Running 800 meters can leave them exhausted and bleeding, but after a day of shopping, they're full of energy and still have the energy to go to a bar for a drink.
They had originally planned to buy clothes for the exchange meeting, but after buying them, they remembered they were going to a bar later, so they immediately picked out some nice outfits.
The pink sequined strapless top revealed Shen Tinghe's smooth, fair shoulders and neck. "Absolutely stunning, this is it!" Alina stared, her eyes wide.
"What's next?"
Shen Tinghe planned to wear her current pants, slightly flared jeans. In the mirror, the woman's buttocks were round, and her legs were fleshy and long. If she were a little less flesh, she wouldn't be able to fill them out, and if she were a little more flesh, she would look bloated.
Her slender waist was subtly revealed, showing just the right amount of skin.
When they arrived, Blanche was already surrounded by a crowd. Shen Tinghe leaned close to Alina and whispered in her ear, "Why are there so many people?" In a flash, they were all from their school.
"I guess they're all out here having fun after finishing their experiments." He said, wiggling his hips as he squeezed in.
Shen Tinghe was too tired to dance on the dance floor anymore, so she sat at the bar and ordered a cocktail, Caramel Tears.
Her gaze drifted to the distant live singer, and it was exactly as Alina had described. Blanche put her hand on Alina's shoulder. "How about it? Isn't he handsome?" She then ordered a drink from the bartender.
Her eyes lit up, and Shen Tinghe couldn't bear to dampen her enthusiasm, saying, "It's your style."
Admittedly, Shen Tinghe couldn't see what was so handsome about that person; he just looked a bit unpleasant. Well, maybe foreigners couldn't smell it.
During the break, the owner began searching for Blanche in the crowd. He remembered that she was in the direction of the bar area. Holding the microphone, he waved his long arm and said, "Please welcome this beautiful lady to sing a song."
With a "snap," the lights came on, and the falling beam shone on Shen Tinghe. Everyone's eyes turned to her, curious to see what kind of beauty she was.
Upon seeing that it was a beautiful woman with a hot figure, screams and cheers erupted, and the DJ became even more enthusiastic, igniting the atmosphere.
Shen Tinghe recalled the plan Alina had mentioned while they were shopping. At this moment, Blanche should be on stage singing to win a smile from the beauty, but where was she? She had already hooked up with the resident singer and gone inside.
With a beautiful woman in my hands, why bother singing? A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold.
When the boss saw that Shen Tinghe did not react for a long time, he also recognized that she was not the person who had come to him to discuss things before. But there was no other way, someone had to sing. So he put the microphone in her hand and led the welcome.
Forced into a situation.
Shen Tinghe placed the microphone on the stand, and soft, delicate French words came from the speakers.
People speak different languages with different tones and pitches, giving different impressions, like speaking in a strained voice.
The rain in Paris is always unpredictable. When they arrived, it was drizzling outside, and the hazy fog made them look like they were wearing masks as they swayed their hips freely on the dance floor.
A song that perfectly captures the current situation.
"Idon'twannabealongtonight"
"It's pretty clear that I'm not over you"
Unlike her soft French, Shen Tinghe's English was fluent and effortless. She had a beautiful voice with its own unique charm, and the ambiguity in her lowered voice was like a drug sprinkled under dim light, mesmerizing and intoxicating.
The flashing light bulbs shone even brighter on Shen Tinghe's sequined clothes, like an enticing poison.
"Lookwhatyoumademedo,I'mwithsomebobynew"
"Ooh,baby,baby,I'mdancingwithastranger"
The atmosphere in the room reached a climax in an instant, as if everyone wanted to find that charming yet dangerous stranger, and wanted to fall, indulge, and get lost with him.
In a secluded private room on the second floor, hidden by tall potted plants, two men were talking. On the table was a half-empty bottle of whiskey, and the edges of the ice cubes clinked together.
"I'm done, boss."
Having heard the whole story, Chen Rancheng didn't say anything, which made Shi Yu start to wonder if she hadn't explained herself clearly and had made the same mistake she had when she first arrived.
Following the leader's gaze downwards, the scene below seemed no different from when they had arrived. If there was any difference, it would be that the singer had been replaced by a beautiful woman wearing a strapless top.
The private room wasn't just for the two of them; there was also a group of influential and ambitious politicians sitting there. When they saw the two of them sitting alone to the side, one of them came over with a wine glass.
"I heard that Chen Si has been alone for the past few years. My daughter couldn't forget you after seeing you last time, so she made a fuss and flew all the way from Yucheng." He waved as he spoke.
The woman, wearing a tight-fitting short skirt and sky-high heels with crystal platforms, swayed her hips as she walked, her face showing a coy, alluring expression.
"The information is incorrect, Wang Si." Chen Rancheng put the cup in his hand on the table.
Wang Wukun's face stiffened, understanding the implication. "How come I haven't heard of that!" He laughed it off and gave a wink to the woman next to him named Jia Nu.
Chen Rancheng laughed, "If you knew, would I still be doing this job?"
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