"Perverted!"

When the chopsticks were about to fall, Song Ge took away his noodle bowl.

Lin Zhixing took back his chopsticks, pursed his lips and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?" When we were young, we drank a bottle of water, have you forgotten? ”

"That's different!"

Song Ge's little face was flushed, and he lowered his head and pulled the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks.

"How is it different?"

"It's just different!"

"Cut, okay, okay, no more trouble."

Lin Zhixing put the braised eggs and sausages back into her bowl and began to cook seriously, I have to say that the noodle master invited by the program team is really authentic, and it is better than the noodles shop outside.

"By the way, pigeons, have you slept well in the dormitory for the last few days? Is there a noise at night that delays your rest? ”

Lin Zhixing found that Song Ge seemed to have dark circles under his eyes, and he didn't know if it was because the pressure of the competition was too great and he didn't have a good rest.

If so, that's embarrassing.

"No, my roommates are fine, turn off the lights on time at half past ten."

Song Ge shook his head, not understanding why he suddenly asked himself like this, "Has someone in your bedroom made a noise affecting your sleep?" ”

Lin Zhixing shook his head, "No, I slept well." ”

"Oh."

Song Ge nodded, and suddenly remembered: "By the way, come to my bedroom after eating, I have something for you." ”

Lin Zhixing sneered and asked vaguely, "What is it?" ”

"I'll know when I see you."

"Tut-tut, it's still on sale, okay!"

……

Let's go!

While eating, there were suddenly two more cups of milk tea on the table, "Friend, are you Lin Zhixing?" ”

"Huh?"

Lin Zhixing put down his chopsticks and looked up, and there was a young man with glasses standing next to him, who was the one who knocked over the bowl in front of the team, "Yes, are you in trouble?" ”

"Hello, my name is Dong Chen."

The young man briefly introduced himself, rubbed his hands, slurred, and said: "Can I ask you for a favor, I know that you are very good at lyrics and composition, I heard on stage tonight that you have a new song in the next issue, I want to ask, is there any superfluous, you don't plan to use the song on this stage, I want to ......"

"Not buddy."

Lin Zhixing understood what he meant, waved his hand, and interrupted him, "You don't care if I have a song or not, your request was refused, this will treat me as a spare tire, isn't it a bit inappropriate?" ”

"You see it......"

Dong Chen lifted 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 more similar to the song they sang on stage today, and there is no disrespect for you......"

"My girlfriend and I are now ranked last, if we don't improve in the next issue, we will leave this stage, she is very sad now, she has been crying in the dormitory and not coming out to eat."

"After these two episodes of recording, she feels that only original songs are amazing enough on this stage, and if you want to get rid of the fate of elimination, a song like this may save us......"

"I'm sorry, I can't help you with this."

Lin Zhixing pushed back the two cups of milk tea on the table.

I am not a virgin, and I have nothing to do with you, so why should I help you find an opponent for yourself? If you don't get rid of it, what does it have to do with me if your girlfriend cries or not?

"I won't let you help in vain, I'll give you money." Dong Chen pleaded.

Give money?

Lin Zhixing patted the seat next to him, "It's negotiable." ”

After Dong Chen sat beside him, Lin Zhixing asked incomprehensibly: "It's not buddy, we're not cut off from the Internet here, why don't you try to contact the people who wrote the lyrics and music on the Internet and buy a song in their hands?" How nice it would be to spend money and let them create a song tailored for you. ”

Dong Chen nodded, "I got in touch." ”

Lin Zhixing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what?" ”

Dong Chen took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on the chat history, and the red exclamation mark was very conspicuous, "I found three people, and I was deceived of 20,000 yuan." ”

Lin Zhixing wanted to laugh very much, but looking at his pitiful appearance, he was embarrassed to laugh.

"That's it, buddy, I really have a song in my hand, the style is quite similar to the song you said today, tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, you and your girlfriend go to the practice room to find me, let you listen to the song, if you think it's appropriate, let's negotiate the price, if the song is not suitable, we can't force us to buy and sell, right?"

"Thank you so much, I thank you for my girlfriend!"

"You're welcome."

Dong Chen's mournful face finally smiled, holding Lin Zhixing's hand, and left after thanking him.

"Infatuated man!"

Lin Zhixing poked the two cups of milk tea with a straw and handed one to Song Ge, "Pigeon, if the song is sold tomorrow, I will give you a new mobile phone." ”

Song Ge hurriedly waved his hand and pointed to the mobile phone with a cracked screen on the table, "No, no, my mobile phone can still be used." ”

"What can be used, you don't have memory for your next Weibo, don't worry, if the song is sold, it won't be cheap."

Song Ge asked curiously, "How much can it be sold?" ”

Lin Zhixing thought for a moment and explained: "See if they have the strength, if they are really suitable for singing, you can also be cheaper, sign a contract with them, and in the future, the majority of the income from this song will go to me, and give them one or two percent." ”

"Have you finished eating? Let's go back after eating, and take a break and have to deal with the post-match interview. ”

"Okay."

……

In front of the third class of girls' dormitories.

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 and looked at it, and asked with a smile: "Didn't I accompany you to get the courier that day, it turned out to be given to me?" Why didn't you give it to me that day? ”

Song Ge raised his eyebrows mischievously, pushed Lin Zhixing away, and said, "Because I don't want to give it to you that day, go back and rest, and open it again after you go back." ”

Lin Zhixing held the box and shook his head with a smile, "I've learned to sell guanzi, let's do it, I'll come to you before recording." ”

"Okay."

Song Ge said goodbye, went back to the bedroom and closed the door, unlike just now, at this moment she was tired, rubbed her temples, and slumped into her bed.

The other side.

After Lin Zhixing returned to the bedroom, he flipped through the Weibo hot search list for a long time, and was thirsty and ready to pour a glass of water to drink, only then did he remember the box sent by Song Ge.

He finished his water, sat down under the lamp, and found the scissors to cut open the box.

When I opened the box, there were two thick books, one called "The Road to Happiness" and the other called "It's Not Your Fault".

Why are you giving me books?

He picked up a copy of "The Road to Happiness" and turned the first page.

Introduction——

A bowl of chicken soup that does not feel greasy but feels endlessly aftertasted, a small book of life philosophy written for ordinary people, analyzes the reasons why we are unhappy with simple and profound reasons, 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 fragrant to look at his phone before going to bed? Now people are too impetuous, how can they be quiet to read paper books.

He impatiently flipped another page.

Love is to walk through a rice field and pick the largest and most golden ears of wheat back, but there is a rule, there is no turning back, and it can only be picked once.

The reason why Lin Zhixing noticed this sentence at a glance was that this sentence was actually marked in red with a red pen.

Well?

He flipped through a few more pages, and there were paragraphs in red on the book.

There are also translations.

A third have ......

Half of the book has ......

The entire book is marked.

Lin Zhixing, who was confused, put down the book in his hand, picked up another book on the table, and quickly flipped through it.

Exactly like the previous one, the whole book is marked in red.

Lin Zhixing folded the two books, about the thickness of his fist, he blinked, and held his head with both hands in disbelief.

Oh my God......

No?

The reason for this silly dark circles under his eyes should not be the reason for reading and drawing good sentences all night, right?