"Mr. Chu, did you bring me milk tea? I'd like some." He asked as soon as he sat down.
Chu Yang said, both amused and exasperated, "I'll take you for a drink later, let's hear your demo first."
Zhou Xianglun nodded and pressed a button on his Walkman; this was the tape he had just recorded.
Soon the music started playing.
The intro was the one Chu Yang was familiar with, consisting of simple acoustic guitar chords.
The sound quality isn't great, but it has a youthful and nostalgic feel to it.
And there was Alan's indistinct singing voice.
"The little cucumber in the story has been chewing on it since it was a beast..."
Chu Yang took a deep breath, his expression one of pure delight: "Wonderful..."
Brother Xian and Yang Junrong both showed happy smiles.
This is Zhou Xianglun; his creative abilities are truly astonishing.
After hearing Xiao Yang's explanation, Chu Yang suggested taking Zhou Xianglun for a walk around the school that afternoon.
Brother Xian nodded and said, "That's good. With so many media outlets surrounding us, if we don't give them some material, these guys might start reporting all sorts of things. It's better to let them film as much as they want, and treat it as a campus tour for publicity."
So it was settled. After lunch, Chu Yang first called Principal Zhou to report.
Soon after, Zhou Xianglun's campus tour began.
All the fans of Lun in the school went crazy.
Media reporters followed them all the way.
People discovered that Zhou Xianglun mainly went to two places: a milk tea shop called "Milk Tea" and an express delivery station.
He was also wearing a T-shirt with advertisements for both stores printed on it.
Now both stores are famous.
Of course, the most famous is Fantasy Bar, where the fan meeting was held.
The campus tour was lively but short-lived. Zhou Xianglun's team left not long after, taking several cups of milk tea with them as they went.
After he left, a long queue formed at the milk tea shop, with everyone wanting to order the same milk tea that Zhou Xianglun had drunk.
Meanwhile, the number of orders sent to courier stations also began to surge.
That night, Fantasy Bar was packed with customers.
Outside the milk tea shop, Li Qingshu was already extremely busy, but she still managed to find a moment to make a cup of milk tea.
"Extra large cup, one cup is equivalent to three cups, for Xiaoli." She handed the milk tea to Chu Yang.
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