"Why did you speak?"

“Failed?”

"Why?"

"I'm moved."

"Then aren't you going to start over?"

"tomorrow."

"It's been invalidated in the past few days?"

“There will always be something to gain.”

"That's fine..." Chen Shu put down Huaiqin, "I thought you wouldn't fail."

"I thought, too." Ning Qing's voice was faint, "I thought I was used to you. If you do anything, as long as you make enough mental preparations, you will not fail."

"You use the Pure Heart Mantra."

"How do you know I'm useless?"

"It still fails if you use it..."

Chen Shu couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth: "Bad!"

Ning Qing looked at him calmly, not seemingly angry, and just whispered: "Stay singing..."

"I won't sing."

"?"

"The emotions are gone, I can't sing it."

"Then let's settle the score."

Ning Qing had grabbed Chen Shu's wrist at some point. Her five fingers were slender, and her palms were so tender and soft, but when she exerted force, she burst out with extremely strong power.

...

At night, back to the dormitory.

Chen Shu took Ning Qing's Huaiqin and sat at the desk for a long time. Finally, he took out a piece of paper and wrote a title:

"What You Look Like"

This is a song written by Luo Dayou. He often listened to it in his previous life and often sang the version of Lin Zhixuan. But so long has passed, even if he has searched and deepened his memory, some details have been completely lost, and he must make up for it himself.

Fortunately, most of them are there. It is not difficult to make up for it based on the overall style, vague memory, and the general logic of writing songs.

Even if it is different, the difference will not be too big.

That's the money now.

Chen Shu hummed in a low voice first: "I heard someone's voice coming from, like the whimpering river in my dream, and I saw someone's steps away, covering the sad eyes when saying goodbye. What I don't understand is why you would rather let Feng Chen look like a world that has long forgotten, once had your name and my voice..."

Hey? It's very easy to talk about!

What's the next sentence?

That sad song will always be clear in the dream? Wake up?

Regardless of it, choose any one.

The alarm clock that urged him to practice started ringing.

“emmm…”

Chen Shu scratched his head. Although he was reluctant, he got out of bed quickly, turned on the computer, logged into the Yiguo Copyright Protection Center, and registered the copyright online.

Extremely efficient and completed quickly.

Open Fein.

Chen Shu: Teacher Wenhan, I have a fellow villager, Mr. Luo, who wrote a song that is OK

Wenhan: Can I listen first?

Chen Shu: I'll sing a paragraph

Chen Shu:35''

Wenhan: Not bad, I like it very much, I'll let my agent talk to you in detail

Chen Shu: Tomorrow, it's too late today

Wen Han: Yes, my question, then Teacher Chen, please have a good rest and we will communicate tomorrow

Chen Shu: Don’t call him Teacher Chen, call him Chen Shu

Chen Shu:/Strange

Wen Han: Teacher Chen Shu

Chen Shu:...
Chapter completed!