In the evening, Li Yunsheng returned to the dormitory after a satisfactory walk, and found that Ye Chuan had not come back yet, Wang Wei was listening to music and fighting the landlord on the Internet, and He Bangwei frowned and stared at the computer without knowing what he was thinking.

Sneaking to He Bangwei's side, Li Yunsheng saw that the Baidu map of Luzhou ICBC was on his computer.

"Vigo, are you going to get the money?" Li Yunsheng opened his voice.

"No" He Bangwei shook his head, got up and sighed, "It's not easy to do anything." ”

Looking at his emotional appearance, although he sighed for some reason, Li Yunsheng also echoed: "That's necessary, what can be done easily." ”

Squinting at him, He Bangwei took out his guitar and said casually: "It's easy to see you chasing your girlfriend." ”

Wang Wei was attracted by the topic, shook the fat on his body, and asked, "Are you holding hands?" This girl is good. ”

"Hmph, you laymen!" Li Yunsheng sneered twice, and said in a sonorous voice: "Do you want to hold hands after eating?" Is it a hug when you buy a gift? Want to kiss after watching a movie? Halfway through China to see you going to sleep? It's just a blasphemy of love! ”

Wang Wei was stunned for a minute, looking at this Li Yunsheng who found the true meaning of love and directly forgot his flower history, he only felt that his egg hurt.

He Bangwei moved a stool to the balcony, listened to their nonsense with a long sigh, and held the guitar with a long sigh.

He played the popular song "Glorious Years" in this world, and it was also the program that was going to be on stage on the eleventh day. The melody of this song makes people never get tired of listening to it, and the lyrics can also give encouragement to people in adversity, which is very in line with He Bangwei's current mood.

Well...... He is now about to give up the plan to rob the bank, after searching, he found that the money needed by top technology is in the level of 100 million, if he can rob 500W every time, he will have to rob 200 times to reach 100 million. What's more, his level of force is difficult to recover, but the way of exerting power is still there, and the risk is too great under the bonus of the opponent's technology.

The first plan he thought of was about to be shattered, and He Bangwei only felt depressed in his heart.

Listening to the sound of my guitar and thinking about the days when I was a troubadour, it was like a dream.

The sky had darkened, and there was no moon today, only stars.

Is there a god above the stars here, He Bangwei couldn't help but ask in his heart.

The young man who was looking at the starlight from afar on the balcony blurred time and space suddenly thought that the moon here had been ascended by people, and the stars in the sky had no gods, only eternal and endless silence.

The starry sky, stars, planets, and moons that span a length of light years are illuminated, and it is a place that he will find difficult to reach in his lifetime. There may even be stars in this sky that have existed tens of billions of years ago since the beginning of the universe.

Thinking of this, He Bangwei was moved in his heart, and he felt an inexplicable feeling haunting his chest.

The hand moves with your heart, and the guitar tune changes, from "Glorious Years" to a song "Above the Gods" on the other plane, this song asks questions to the gods, and laments that there is an inexplicable existence above the gods, and the legend is that it is the work of a god.

The two people in the dormitory silently quieted down, listening to this tune that sounded for the first time in this world.

After the song, the three of them had their own thoughts for a while and did not speak.

"What about Gaha?" Ye Chuan seemed to be in a good mood when he came back.

"I heard Vigo play a very nice tune, but I haven't heard it before." Li Yunsheng opened his mouth and replied to Ye Chuan, and then turned his head to ask He Bangwei.

"Because it's the first time." He Bangwei put away his guitar and sighed truthfully.

"Vigo's original?! Can it be fired!? It's going to be sent! Li Yunsheng was surprised when he heard this.

He Bangwei, who was about to deny that he didn't write it, heard the word "sent", looked at him with bright eyes, and asked, "What do you say?" ”

"Sell money, fill in the lyrics and sing by yourself, and become a star when you become popular!"

Being a star? Sounds more reliable than robbing a bank.

"The song is very good, it's funny." Wang Wei agreed.

Qian Qian Qian, He Bangwei, who was bent on money, was hit in the soft underbelly, but he hesitated: "Is it easy to be a star?" ”

"Of course it's not good." Ye Chuan, who didn't hear the tune, said that he was very calm, and poured cold water without hesitation.

"Do you think you can become popular and become a star by singing a song? Naive! How many years do you have to stay up to get ahead? Ye Chuan continued, "And the song is good, can you fill in the lyrics?" There's only one tune to find someone to cheer you on. ”

He Bangwei thought to himself, it's not just a tune, it's really a matter of filling in the lyrics. However, celebrities are exposed to the public, which is not conducive to my lurking.

was splashed with cold water by Ye Chuan, and everyone calmed down.

"Tomorrow at 9 a.m., the counselor will let us go to the classroom and gather together." Ye Chuan continued, and then sat down in front of the computer to continue his game business.

Li Yunsheng still didn't give up: "Brother Vi, don't pay attention to him, I'll check and see if I can find any way, at least this song can be sold for money." ”

He Bangwei, who weighed the pros and cons, also calmed down, the money must be obtained, but the people must also be behind the scenes, so that it is convenient to do things in the future.

Setting the tone, He Bangwei realized that the original plane might bring him help that he hadn't thought of before.

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The next day was the weekend, He Bangwei still went for a walk first, then finished breakfast in the cafeteria, and naturally returned to the dormitory with three meals.

The man who aspires to become a sword god has been reduced to bringing food to others, but he himself has not yet discovered this.

In the dormitory, the other three people got up to wash up and eat, and Ho Bangwei was holding his guitar and trying to change the tune, because he used to use an eight-stringed instrument when he was a troubadour, and the guitar was a six-string, and some parts of the tune needed to be changed.

Seeing that it was almost 9 o'clock, the four people in the dormitory set off for the classroom.

They belong to the undergraduate program of Business Administration in the Department of Business Administration, and their class is in Bobei Teaching Building 502.

The 502 classroom is already bustling, everyone hasn't seen each other for a holiday, and greetings and narrations are essential.

He Bangwei didn't care about this, sat back, and pondered his tune with a cold face with a paralyzed expression.

The counselor came in, his surname was Zhou, his name was Xinghai, he was about thirty years old, and he had been taking them for a year.

Zhou Xinghai came in, took the roll call first, and found that there was still a student who had not arrived. He didn't get angry either, and began to talk about his plans for the new semester, encouraging his students to concentrate on their studies and not skip classes.

Skipping classes is one of the things you have to deal with in college.

After chattering, Zhou Xinghai emphasized the matter of the eleventh program, and if the program is done well, he can also leave a brilliance in the eyes of the leader.

"The class leader Wang Zirui is responsible for summarizing this matter and handing it over to the student union, and you can add credits when the program is good." Zhou Xinghai waved his hand heavily on the podium.

Ke Haihua in the audience looked strange, glanced back at He Bangwei's expressionless face, and suddenly asked, "I heard that the show has an internal decision, director." ”

Zhou Xinghai's face tightened, and he said in astonishment: "Inner decision? ”

"That's right, some people are not good at their own level, and they want to go to the stage if they are in the student union." Ke Haihua's brain was hot, and he said.

There was an uproar in the class, and there was a lot of discussion, who is this, what's the matter, this is openly torn at the beginning of the semester.

The squad leader Wang Zirui scolded in his heart: "Pig teammates, impulsive." ”

Ke Haihua, who was slightly regretful, saw this step and simply said directly: "I'm talking about He Bangwei." The guitar doesn't play very well, and he has to be on the show, and the class hasn't reviewed it yet, so the student union will mention his name. Isn't this what is predetermined? ”

All of a sudden, all eyes of the class were on He Bangwei.

He Bangwei, who didn't pay attention to the class situation at all, realized it later: "Huh? ”

Seeing him like this, Ke Haihua sneered: "What? Don't dare to admit it? ”

Li Yunsheng couldn't see it, stood up and sneered at Ke Haihua: "The surname Ke, stir up trouble, you are just jealous." ”

At this point, Ke Haihua also let go: "Hehe, I'm jealous? Nothing can be equal. I've been playing guitar since I was a kid, and it's been eight years now. What am I jealous of him? Can't you ask for fairness? ”

The counselor's whole face on the podium was dark, I heard that there were leaders who came to see the performance of college students in this performance, and before it started, there were moths in his class, what is this for.

Zhou Xinghai spoke: "Enough, sit down." "After all, after a year, his words are still effective.

Everyone quieted down to see what he was doing.

Zhou Xinghai looked at Ke Haihua, last school year, this student's grades were good, he was in the top ten in the class, and his family's economic conditions were also good; looked at He Bangwei again, he often asked for leave, his grades were midstream, and he hadn't seen his parents.

"He Bangwei, haven't you ever tried it in your program class?" He asked.

"Nope." He Bangwei opened his mouth lazily.

Seeing his attitude, Zhou Xinghai was inexplicably angry, but he still held back and continued to ask: "Has the student union decided your program?" ”

He Bangwei thought about it, and in his memory he decided to rehearse and perform together, and said truthfully: "It's decided." ”

Sure enough, Zhou Xinghai's temper exploded, and he said sharply: "At a young age, I engage in these crooked ways, I can't compare to others, I can't get a quota, it's all crooked ideas!" ”

Ke Haihua showed a smile under the podium: Yes, that's it.

Ye Chuan, the boss of the dormitory, suddenly spoke: "Instructor, who said that Ke Haihua's guitar is better than He Bangwei?" Have you ever heard them play? ”

Without waiting for Zhou Xinghai to speak, Ke Haihua said proudly: "When I was in high school, I won the second prize for guitar at the Luzhou Music Festival, what does he have in He Bangwei?" ”

"How do you know?" Wang Wei also spoke, he listened to He Bangwei's "Above the Gods" last night, and he felt extraordinary.

"Compare to whom, who is afraid of whom?" Ke Haihua raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully.

Some classmates saw such excitement and coaxed: "Bibi, I'll go back and get you guitars." ”

Zhou Xinghai shouted: "What are you doing, be quiet." Ho Bangwei, how many years have you been playing guitar? ”

He Bangwei understood the cause and effect at this time, felt impatient, and said: "Two years. I don't have a place in the class, a place in the student council. "When Wang Yanmiao of the student union asked him to perform, she had already said that the quota would not go from the class, and she would greet the class president.

"It's only been two years, what are you playing...... Uh......" Zhou Xinghai had just said half a sentence, and suddenly seemed to be choked by his trachea.

Ke Haihua's face turned gloomy, and he tore it open anyway, and said directly: "At your level, don't be embarrassed." ”

Li Yun jumped over from the bench with a sound and punched Ke Haihua in the face: "You're endless, aren't you?" ”

Ye Chuan, Wang Wei and the classmates next to them hurriedly went to pull, and the class was in a mess. Zhou Xinghai roared again and again on the stage: "Stop me." ”

He Bangwei sat in the back row and rubbed his fingers expressionlessly.