On the floor where they were alone, there were about six or seven completely different karaoke rooms.
In front of each karaoke room, there is a sign like "Pop", "Ethnic" or "Bel Canto", and many artists of all sizes stand in the karaoke room.
Some of those artists were ones that Tu Nian knew, while others she had never seen before. Most of them were practicing with their instructors, and beautiful singing voices could be faintly heard from the karaoke room.
The microphone stands, microphones, and in-ear monitors in the karaoke rooms are all high-end items that Tu Nian can only see on the Internet. If she wants to buy them, they will cost tens of thousands of yuan. If she were to record songs herself, she would not even dare to think about it.
When she thought about having access to these high-end recording equipment and learning music under the guidance of professional teachers, she felt as if countless waves of happiness were hitting her, almost making her dizzy.
Tu Nian followed behind Bo Qiu, his eyes shining as he looked at every place here.
After walking for a while, Bo Qiu brought her to a not very big office.
The furnishings in the office are very casual. Apart from music-related items, there are almost all kinds of things that are convenient and easy to use, such as bamboo chairs, portable pots, and free-standing projectors.
There are two workstations here, with a lot of information bags and papers piled on the table. At one of the workstations, a short man is sitting there, frantically flipping through information bags.
"Zhu Hongsheng, I've brought someone here for you. Please make arrangements quickly."
Bo Qiu walked towards him and took two cookies from his table and tasted them.
Zhu Hongsheng didn't even raise his head. He bent his head and rummaged through the mess on the table. While searching, he happened to see the biscuit box next to him. Remembering that Boqiu was greedy and loved to eat, he warned: "I don't know what year those biscuits are from. Don't eat them."
Tu Nian, who was standing by, saw that Bo Qiu's face immediately turned dark.
He just slapped Zhu Hongsheng's messy head hard enough to knock it into the pile of documents.
Zhu Hongsheng was about to explode when he saw the words "Second Draft of Mid-Autumn Festival Plan" appear in front of him.
He buried his head in the pile of papers and didn't dare to lift it up, for fear that the waste papers on his head would bury the stack of treasures again if he wasn't careful. Only after he carefully picked up the pile of information did he pull his head out of the pile of waste papers.
Zhu Hongsheng looked at the plan in front of him as if he were admiring a beautiful woman, blew away the food residue on it, and finally grinned at Bo Qiu: "Let's go!"
Tu Nian and Bo Qiu followed behind him. Many young people came over and respectfully greeted the man who was wearing flip-flops and hadn't washed his hair for four or five days.
After watching all the way like this, Tu Nian quietly pulled the corner of Bo Qiu's clothes and asked suspiciously, "Who is this?"
After waiting for a long time, Bo Qiu did not answer her. Tu Nian felt something was wrong and glanced to the side. It would have been fine if she hadn't looked at him. When she looked at him, Tu Nian suddenly panicked.
I saw Bo Qiu pressing one hand hard on his stomach, his face was pale, his delicate facial features were twisted, and his lips were trembling slightly.
"Mr. Bo, are you okay?" Tu Nian asked tentatively. Just as he was about to step forward to support him, he heard a sharp female voice suddenly coming from behind him.
"Brother Yi!" Tu Nian turned around and saw that it was the woman they had just met downstairs.
"Go away!" Song Shi trotted towards the two of them, and before she could stop, she pushed Tu Nian away without saying a word, "Brother Yi, are you okay?" She supported Bo Qiu, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Um, is Mr. Bo sick?" Tu Nian slowly withdrew his hand that was about to support him and clenched it slightly.
"You're the one who's sick." Song Shi glared at her fiercely. She had seen everything about the two of them being so intimate in the corridor just now.
At this time, Bo Qiu was in so much pain that he had no strength to speak. He could only try his best to maintain his standing posture, pressing his stomach with increasing force.
Song Shi looked at Bo Qiu like this, feeling distressed and extremely angry at Tu Nian. She asked Tu Nian sharply, "What did you just give him to eat?"
Zhu Hongsheng heard a strange sound behind him, turned around and saw what was going on. No wonder, it was this person. He smiled and said, "Isn't this Miss Song? Long time no see."
As he spoke, Zhu Hongsheng pulled Tu Nian behind him. Looking at Bo Qiu's pale face, he knew what had happened.
"Miss Song, you can't blame this sister for what happened to Bo Qiu. He came to see me just now, and there was a pack of biscuits on the table that had expired for over half a year. I told him not to eat them, but he insisted on eating them. Now, not only is he in so much pain, but he's also causing trouble for others."
"But then again," Zhu Hongsheng said in a self-deprecating tone, not giving Song Shi a chance to speak, "Brother Bo's stomach problem hasn't been going on for just one or two days. Stomach pain is a small matter, but the pain is unbearable. If you don't take him to the hospital quickly, I'm afraid he won't be able to stand up in a while."
"You guys!" Although Song Shi was unwilling to let it go with Tu Nian, he could not stand Zhu Hongsheng's sharp words.
He took all the blame, big and small, on himself, and Tu Nian couldn't find any fault. Especially since what he said was right. Even if Song Shi was unwilling to accept it now, she would have to settle the score later. Bo Qiu had such a stomachache that he couldn't accompany them to suffer.
"You, and you," Song Shi glared at Tu Nian and Zhu Hongsheng with her almond-shaped eyes, "You two just wait for me."
After saying that, she took Bo Qiu to a nearby hospital.
Watching the two of them leave, Tu Nian was speechless. Bo Qiu's stomachache was none of her business. That fellow was scolding and glaring at her. She had the appearance of a lady from a wealthy family, but she didn't act like a lady.
Tu Nian became increasingly frustrated, and finally decided to vent his anger by kicking the base of the wall. The base of the wall was painted green, so even if it was kicked a few times, it wouldn't get dirty. However, this person had strong legs, and with a few kicks, he was afraid that two pieces of the wall would be peeled off.
"No, no!" Zhu Hongsheng sent away the big Buddha statue and quickly pulled this Buddha statue away.
He squatted down with a distressed look on his face and touched the two cracked pieces of wall: "Girl, why don't you know how to take care of public facilities?" If the wall is damaged, he will have to pay for the repair himself!
Zhu Hongsheng turned around and saw that although Tu Nian's face showed no expression, his drooping fists were clenched tightly, and the joints were a little white.
"Don't tell me she's a martial artist!" Zhu Hongsheng was immediately shocked. She was brought here by Bo Qiu. She couldn't just rely on Bo Qiu's face to fight him, right?
Zhu Hongsheng looked at Tu Nian, who was dressed neatly, with waist-length hair tied high behind her head, and a pair of slanted almond-shaped eyes that looked fierce no matter how he looked at them. He couldn't help but think to himself: It's hard to tell.
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