After returning to the dormitory, Fang still hadn't come back, he had been preoccupied with cultivation recently, and his whereabouts were strange and elusive.

Learmor closed the door of the dormitory, leaned in front of Dieter, and asked in a low voice, "Dietrie, don't you participate in such a fun thing?" ”

In the casual response of everyone just now, Dietri did not say anything, and both Lilmuel and Duchamp found out.

Ditri hesitated, "Actually, I want to do something more meaningful, I'm afraid I don't have that much energy to participate in the band's activities." ”

Liermu hurriedly retorted: "How can there be no time? You see that Styry has more things to do, and he also takes care of an organization as big as the Green Leaf Society, and he can still squeeze out time. ”

Dietrie looked at Duchamp and shook his head and said, "I'm different from him, he is unrestrained, he does whatever he wants, and I have to consider what others think." ”

"Cut!" Duchamp glared at Dietrie and said sharply: "Sao Nian, you think too much!" ”

"Do you think that the family has a greater responsibility, and that you should be busy all day long on those 'business' things for the territory, the people, and the family? Wrong! ”

Duchamp dragged off his shoes, jumped on the head of the bed, and shook the index finger of his right hand in a condescending position.

"Life should first delight yourself, let yourself live happily, in order to take care of others, you can't even save yourself, how to save the world!"

Dietrie sat on the bed, looking at the two roommates who were jumping in front of him, a little envious, a little sour, and a little stubborn. Of course, he understood that Lilmuel and Duchamp lobbied him like this, in fact, they were afraid of snubbing him, but he had many scruples and concerns, and he had never leaked them to Duchamp and Learmour, so how could these two people understand what he was thinking.

Duchamp looked at Dietrie's lost appearance, exaggeratedly took a paper bag, put it on his head, and said:

"After each of us is born, we are put on a condom, and all things in life must be carried out according to this condom, how we should behave, how we should study, what kind of wife we should marry when we grow up, and what kind of things we should do, all of which are decided by this condom when we are born. The older your surname and the more glorious your family history, the heavier the cover. ”

Mocking the puppet, he walked up to Dieter, took off the cover, and said impassionedly, "But we can say no, why do we have to go with so many confinements." We can do whatever we want while we are young until we find our own path. ”

"That's right, you can do whatever you want." Learmel clenched his fists and shouted beside Dietrie.

It was not surprising that Dietrie said this to Duchamp, but he was taken aback by Lilmu, and he looked at Lilmu in surprise: "You figured it out so quickly?" Don't fight for the chance to enter the army? ”

Learmey shook his head and said firmly: "I don't like life in the army, maybe it's a dream for many people, but it's really not for me. ”

"Have you figured out what you're going to do in the future?"

At the mention of this topic, Learmel was a little discouraged, but he quickly picked himself up again.

"I really haven't thought about what to do in the future, but what I'm doing now makes me feel a sense of accomplishment that I have never felt before, I've already thought about it, anyway, I don't have any clear goals now, it's better to spend these three years happily like this, and then study what to do until I graduate."

Have you spent these three years happily?

Dietrie was lost in thought.

Like, a very tempting suggestion!

He looked up and said to the two partners who were still hopefully waiting for him to make a statement: "Okay, I'll participate, but,"

Before he could finish speaking, Liermu happily slapped Duchamp's hands. Duchamp praised: "That's right, it's long overdue, isn't it the family background of a duke, forget it, Sao Nian!" ”

Duchamp did not give Dietrie the slightest chance to repent, and immediately turned the conversation to the following topic.

"The band has to have a captain, looking at the current situation, only Lemmour has the strength to be the captain, and Isaac can be the lead singer."

When Liermu heard that he was being the captain, he felt that his body was several taels lighter, and he immediately entered the state: "The band is now the only one who can play the bass, and there are three violinists, two mandolinists, and a pianist, and there should be more drummers." Everyone's playing skills, except for you and me, if anyone else wants to become a professional band, it needs to go through a lot of practice. In addition, we had to quickly design the team emblem and produce the score of the Sound of Spring Waltz, which had to be rehearsed in less than half a month, and the time was really tight. ”

"That's right, our band isn't just for fun, I've already planned to release a record album." Duchamp said, snapped his fingers proudly, took out a small square box, played the only song, and pointed to the small square box to introduce:

"This is a new product of Green Leaf Society, which has not yet been marketed, and I gave it a name, called 'Walkman', which is a portable player that uses a very compact memory card to bring recorded content, and the volume is only one-tenth of that of a traditional gramophone, and the price is one-tenth of that of an old-fashioned gramophone. To coincide with the new product, I decided to record an album for our band with this brand new storage box.

"Record a new record! But where do we get so many songs to record? "Dietrie was scratched out by Duchamp's brainstorming.

"Isn't it enough for one member to make a song?" Duchamp disagreed, but he had thousands of famous songs to be covered.

"Songs aren't a problem." Liermu snapped his fingers excitedly, opened the drawer, and took out a stack of letterheads: "I have a lot of excellent original songs here, the author is very familiar with me, I write to him, and these songs can be used." ”

"Really?" Dietrie and Duchamp leaned over and each took a few to look at.

Dietrie flipped through the two photos and suddenly understood: "This is the little man who often corresponds with you who is familiar with music and theory, who helped us adapt the chorus of "The Last Rose in Summer" last time?" Seeing Learmor nodding and admitting, he took the letter paper and looked at it carefully, with his artistic accomplishment, he could naturally realize that these songs were all melodic serenades.

He raised a hand and tapped it lightly on the edge of the bed, and was about to take in the melodies of these songs, when suddenly he heard a hoarse 'giggle' laugh from the side, as if his throat had been choked.

The two looked up in surprise and saw Duchamp half-kneeling on the bed, with a demented smile on his face, imitating a savage with two hands, hammering at his chest, looking like he had won the 5 million jackpot.

"What's the matter, Styri, these songs are well written, but I'm so happy!" Learmel looked at Duchamp and couldn't help but laugh.

Duchamp finally finished laughing, turned around with a twisted facial nerve, and said proudly: "After reading your letter, I have a new idea. ”

"New ideas?"

"That's right, the guy who wrote these songs is a musical genius, and we're going to have to bring him to the band, and that's up to you. For this reason, you can agree to any conditions, and even give him the lead singer of "The Last Rose in Summer". ”

"But, but, he is! How can it be! Learmour shouted loudly. Suddenly, he remembered the words he had spoken to Dietrie a few minutes earlier to forget the Duke's family history, and those words suddenly came out of his mouth.

"Nothing!" Duchamp waved the stack of letterhead paper full of musical notes signed 'Olivier', and said solemnly: "Talent is rare, I have decided, I will go with you for a personal trip during the winter vacation, and get this talent strategy." ”