Chapter 23 The Silly Girl's Contribution
"Pervert!"
When the chopsticks were about to fall, Song Ge took away his bowl of noodles.
Lin Zhixing put away his chopsticks, smiled and asked, "What's wrong? When we were little, we drank from a bottle of water. Have you forgotten?"
"That's different!"
Song Ge's little face was red, and she lowered her head and used chopsticks to pick up the noodles in the bowl.
"Why is it different?"
“It’s just different!”
"Tsk, alright, alright, stop making trouble."
Lin Zhixing put the braised egg and sausage that he had snatched back into her bowl and began to eat seriously. He had to say that the flat noodle chef invited by the program team was really authentic and tasted better than the flat noodle restaurants outside.
"By the way, Pigeon, have you slept well in the dormitory these days? Is there anyone making noise at night that disturbs your rest?"
Lin Zhixing found that Song Ge seemed to have dark circles under his eyes. He wondered if it was because of the pressure from the competition or the lack of rest.
If that's the case, that's so embarrassing.
"No, my roommates are all very nice. They turn off the lights on time at 10:30."
Song Ge shook her head, not understanding why he suddenly asked her this, "Is there anyone making noise in your dormitory that disturbed your sleep?"
Lin Zhixing shook his head, "No, I sleep well."
"oh."
Song Ge nodded, and suddenly remembered: "By the way, come to my dormitory after dinner, I have something for you."
Lin Zhixing slurped his noodles and asked vaguely, "What is it?"
"I'll know when I see you."
"Tsk tsk tsk, you're still keeping us in suspense, alright!"
…
Click!
As they were eating, two cups of milk tea suddenly appeared on the table. "Friend, are you Lin Zhixing?"
"Um?"
Lin Zhixing put down his chopsticks and looked up. Standing next to him was a gentle young man wearing glasses. He was the one who knocked over the bowl in the front of the line. "Yes, what can I do for you?"
"Hello, my name is Dong Chen."
The young man briefly introduced himself, rubbed his hands, and said hesitantly, incoherently: "Can I ask you for a favor? I know you are very good at writing lyrics and composing music. I heard on the stage tonight that you will have new songs next time. I want to ask if you have any extra songs that you don't plan to use on this stage. I think..."
"No buddy."
Lin Zhixing understood what he meant and waved his hand, interrupting him. "Don't worry about whether I have a song or not. You asked someone for help but got rejected. Now you're asking me as a backup. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
“You saw it…”
Dong Chen adjusted his glasses and explained very embarrassedly: "That's not the case. The reason why I asked him first is because my girlfriend's singing style is similar to the song they sang on the stage today. I don't mean to disrespect you..."
"My girlfriend and I are now ranked last. If we don't improve in the next round, we will have to leave this stage. She is very sad now and has been crying in the dormitory and has not come out to eat."
"After recording these two episodes, she feels that only original songs can be amazing on this stage. If we want to escape the fate of being eliminated, a song like this may be the only way to save us..."
"I'm sorry, I can't help you with this."
Lin Zhixing pushed the two cups of milk tea on the table back.
I am not a saint. I have no relationship with you. Why should I help you find an opponent for myself? What does it have to do with me whether you are eliminated or not, and whether your girlfriend cries or not? "I won't let you help me for nothing. I will give you money." Dong Chen pleaded.
Give money?
Lin Zhixing patted the seat next to him and said, "We can discuss it."
After Dong Chen sat down next to him, Lin Zhixing asked in confusion, "No, buddy, our internet connection is not down here, why don't you try to contact the composer online and buy a song from them? It would be great to pay them to create a song just for you."
Dong Chen nodded, "I contacted him."
Lin Zhixing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what?"
Dong Chen took out his phone from his pocket and clicked on the chat history. The red exclamation mark was very conspicuous. "I contacted three people and was defrauded of 20,000 yuan."
Lin Zhixing wanted to laugh, but seeing how pitiful he looked, he was too embarrassed to laugh. He felt that he must be very rich, so it would be okay to ask him about the price.
"How about this, I actually have a song in my hand, and the style is quite similar to the song sung by the talented couple you mentioned today. Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, you and your girlfriend will come to the karaoke room to find me. I'll let you listen to the song, and if you think it's suitable, we can negotiate the price."
"Thank you so much, I thank you on behalf of my girlfriend!"
"You're welcome."
Dong Chen's sad face finally showed a smile. He held Lin Zhixing's hand, thanked him profusely and left.
"My infatuated lover!"
Lin Zhixing used a straw to poke open the two cups of milk tea and handed one to Song Ge. "Gege, if you sell the song tomorrow, I'll buy you a new phone."
Song Ge waved his hand hastily, pointing to the phone on the table with a cracked screen, "No, no, my phone is still usable."
"What can be used? You won't even have enough memory to post your next Weibo post. Don't worry, if the song is sold, it won't be cheap."
Song Ge asked curiously, "How much can it be sold for?"
Lin Zhixing thought for a moment and explained, "It depends on whether they have the talent. If they are really suitable to sing, I can also make it cheaper and sign a contract with them. In the future, the majority of the income from the song will belong to me, and I will give them 10% or 20%."
"Have you finished eating? Go home after you finish eating. You have to take a break before you deal with the post-match interviews."
"good."
…
In front of the third shift girls’ dormitory.
Song Ge took out a courier box from the house and handed it to Lin Zhixing who was waiting at the door.
Lin Zhixing took the box, looked at it, and asked with a smile: "Isn't this the package I accompanied you to get that day? It turned out to be for me? Why didn't you give it to me that day?"
Song Ge raised her eyebrows mischievously, pushed Lin Zhixing away, and said, "Because I didn't want to give it to you that day, go back and rest, and open it and read it when you get back."
Lin Zhixing held the box under his arm, smiled and shook his head, "You've learned to keep us in suspense. Okay, I'll come find you before the recording."
"good."
After saying goodbye, Song Ge went back to her dormitory and closed the door. Unlike just now, she looked exhausted at this moment. She rubbed her temples and collapsed on her bed.
The other side.
After Lin Zhixing returned to the dormitory, he spent a long time browsing the Weibo hot search list. He was thirsty and was about to get a glass of water when he remembered the box that Song Ge had given him.
He finished his water, sat under the desk lamp, found a pair of scissors and cut open the box.
I opened the box and found two thick books inside, one called "The Road to Happiness" and the other called "It's Not Your Fault".
Why did you give me a book? He picked up a copy of The Road to Happiness and opened the first page.
Introduction——
A bowl of chicken soup that is not greasy but rather delicious, and a small book on life philosophy written for ordinary people, which analyzes the reasons for our unhappiness in simple yet profound ways and tells us how to embark on the road to happiness.
This is a recipe for happiness for readers.
Compared with reading chicken soup books, Lin Zhixing prefers to watch chicken soup movies. Isn't it nice to check your phone before going to bed? Nowadays, people are too impetuous to calm down and read paper books.
He turned another page impatiently.
Love is like crossing a rice field to pick the biggest and most golden ear of wheat. But there is a rule: you cannot go back and you can only pick it once.
The reason why Lin Zhixing noticed this sentence at first glance was that it was marked in red.
Huh? He quickly flipped through a few more pages and found a paragraph marked in red.
There is more to come.
One third have...
Half of the book has...
The entire book is marked.
Confused, Lin Zhixing put down the book in his hand, picked up another book on the table, and quickly flipped through it again.
It is exactly the same as the previous book, with red marks all over the book.
Lin Zhixing stacked the two books together, and the thickness was almost as thick as his fist. He blinked and held his head with his hands in disbelief.
OMG……
no?
Could the reason for these silly dark circles under his eyes be from studying and drawing sentences all night long?
(End of this chapter)
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