Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 220 Rock Loli
The serialization of "Weird World" is still proceeding as planned. Even though training has already begun, Bai Yang has to take time to go back to the dormitory to update.

Fortunately, the plot is nearing its end, and there are only a hundred thousand words left to go before the finale. In addition, Bai Yang had some drafts saved before coming here, so he doesn't have to spend several hours every day in front of his laptop.

Editor Lan Zhou also brought two good news.

The physical book has been prepared for so long and is finally going to be published, with the first batch of 100,000 copies printed.

For a newcomer who only serializes on the Internet and has never achieved any success in the physical industry, this number is already considered risky.

Of course, whether to take the risk is up to the publishing house. As an author, Bai Yang only needs to wait to collect his share of the copyright fees.

Another good news is that the game copyright has finally been resolved.

Although it is still in the negotiation stage, the editor has revealed that the other party intends to purchase the copyrights of film, television, animation and games as a package, and the asking price has reached 4 million. The operator's psychological price is around 5 million, and the two sides are still arguing.

Therefore, Bai Yang was advised not to cause any trouble at this critical moment. If there was a problem with the plot, or it ended badly, it would seriously affect the value of the copyright.

And if it can be concluded perfectly and cooperated with the publication of the physical book, the operation side will have the confidence to raise the price.

Bai Yang naturally knew what was going on. The outline had already been decided long ago. He was not so confident that the ending would satisfy everyone, but there would definitely be no bad ending.

Therefore, in the near future, I should be able to receive a huge sum of guaranteed two million.

He can't wait to use this start-up capital to make his mark.

After finishing painting in the afternoon, I returned to the dormitory and saw Zhuang Wensheng still lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone.

So Bai Yang came over and said, "Brother Zhuang, when will you give me the two thousand yuan?"

"Two days late, two days late!"

Zhuang Wensheng shuddered and quickly stood up: "I'm going outside to smoke a cigarette."

Bai Yang smiled narrowly.

You still have to remind them frequently, to prevent them from living too comfortably.

The phone beeped.

Bai Yang opened the screen and saw Zeng Jianeng's message: "We in the girls' dormitory are planning to have a meal outside tonight. You and Juanjuan can come too."

Bai Yang: "Why did you call me to participate in your girls' dormitory activities?"

Zeng Jianeng: "I'm unfamiliar with the place, and it's unsafe without a boy. What if I run into someone doing performance art?"

Bai Yang's mouth twitched: "I told you, you are stereotyping."

"When to set off?"

Zeng Jianeng: "Let's pack up and meet up in front of September in half an hour!"

What kind of magical meeting place is this? The Labrador just wants to lie down quietly. Did you provoke him?

Bai Yang didn't need to make any preparations. He packed up and walked out of the dormitory. He saw Zhuang Wensheng standing in the corridor smoking, so he greeted him with a smile: "Brother Zhuang, are you still smoking? How many cigarettes are you smoking?"

Zhuang Wensheng's cheek twitched, "I have a strong addiction to smoking."

"We are planning to go out for dinner, would you like to join us, Brother Zhuang?" Bai Yang took the initiative to invite.

“No, no.” Zhuang Wensheng refused reflexively.

Still going? Even for someone with his personality, he couldn't afford to go there again and cause himself trouble.

The studio is so small. He ran into Zeng Jianeng or Chun Yuwan several times today, but he avoided them for fear that they would mention that all their living expenses were used to pay the bills.

"That's such a pity." Bai Yang waved his hand and went downstairs.

After rubbing the dog's head angrily for ten minutes, the four girls finally pushed the door open and came out.

There is no need to mention Chun Yuwan and Zeng Jianeng, Bai Yang's eyes fell on the other two.

One of them had an ordinary appearance, a ponytail, and looked like a typical high school student.

The other person was the girl I caught a glimpse of on the street last night.

She was dressed exactly the same as last night, except that a few strands of white hair were highlighted on her Nezha bun bangs. It should have been a very non-mainstream look, but because of her small and delicate face, it did not look tacky at all, but made her temperament more unique.

"This is Bai Yang." Zeng Jianeng introduced excitedly, "It's the Bai Yang of the poplar tree."

"The person next to him is Chen Chen, you can just call him Juanjuan."

Then he introduced the girl in the dormitory: "Duan Yiqing, I mentioned her to you this morning."

"This is Hui Lingfeng. She just arrived at noon today."

"Hello, everyone." Bai Yang greeted politely. "I heard Jianon talk about your deeds all night last night." Duan Yiqing took two steps forward, raised her chin and stared at Bai Yang: "I heard that you sing very well?"

"It's okay." Bai Yang was stunned for a moment and replied with a smile.

She then asked, "What songs do you usually listen to? Jay Chou?"

"I listen to a variety of music, including Jay Chou."

“Have you ever heard of Theatre of Tragedy?”

Bai Yang smiled and said, "Gothic metal? I've heard of it before, but I'm not used to it. It's not my cup of tea."

Duan Yiqing showed a delighted expression: "I'm surprised that you've heard of this band and even know that it's a Gothic metal band."

She stood on tiptoe and patted Bai Yang on the shoulder: "Not bad, not bad. I declare you my friend. Next time I will take you to a live house, I guarantee that the experience will be completely different from when you listened to the audio."

“The live performance is the soul of rock music.”

Bai Yang was a little stunned.

This girl is really just as Zeng Jianeng described, very talkative and has a strong personality.

And like Zeng Jianeng, he has no sense of boundaries, maybe even worse.

There's a sense of incongruity that she's clearly a girl, but acts like a boy in a carefree manner.

"Okay." Bai Yang nodded: "If I have a chance, I will go and experience it."

Then he looked at Zeng Jianeng: "Where are we going to eat? Same as yesterday?"

"Of course not." Zeng Jianeng rolled his eyes and said, "I won't rip off a rich man like you today. We'll all pay AA, so let's find a more economical restaurant."

Although those who can come to the capital to study art usually come from relatively poor families, the amount of spending like yesterday is still scary for students.

"I'll follow your arrangements." Bai Yang had no objection.

The girl named Hui Lingfeng remained silent all the way, and at most whispered a few words to Zeng Jianeng, just like an ordinary high school student with social anxiety.

Another social phobic, social terrorist Duan Yiqing, chattered all the way and introduced Bai Yang to a lot of rock bands. Basically, all of them were niche styles, such as psychedelic rock, nuclear, and post-punk. Even Bai Yang had never heard of some of the bands.

When she was in a good mood, she even demonstrated on the street, turning up the volume of her cell phone to the maximum and singing along with a few lines, jumping up and down with her slender waist and legs, completely unaware of the glances from passers-by.

So Bai Yang also had a rough impression of this guy.

This girl is a little crazy.

Zeng Jianeng couldn't stand being stared at by so many people, so he pulled Duan Yiqing's hand uncomfortably and said, "Yiqing, were you like this in school before?"

"Of course—" Duan Yiqing dragged out the tone: "No."

She curled her lips and said, "School is so boring. You are not allowed to do this or that. You have to wear school uniforms every day, and you are not allowed to bring mobile phones. You will be criticized even for listening to music."

"What? Girls who have to listen to songs like Later and Courage are mentally healthy? Everyone has the freedom to choose what they like, okay?"

"Ah." Zeng Jianeng opened his mouth and said, "I think Later and Courage sound good. I order them every time I go to KTV."

"If so many people like it, it must be a good song." Duan Yiqing said, "I don't mean to belittle it. I just say that I have my own preferences for listening to songs. I don't think niche songs are better, nor do I think popular songs are worse, but we should have the right to choose, right?"

"That's true." Zeng Jianeng nodded.

"So, there's nothing wrong with me listening to Marilyn Manson? His songs aren't the most negative, but the school called my parents over this little thing and said I'm mentally unhealthy." Duan Yiqing looked unhappy:

"Then my mom confiscated all the CDs and LPs I had worked so hard to collect and locked them away."

Zeng Jianeng didn't quite understand what he said, and didn't know how to respond, so he could only turn his head and say, "Bai Yang, what do you think?"

"I think this Zhaoji Restaurant is pretty good. Although it's not well decorated, it's quite popular." Bai Yang said seriously, "In a place with a lot of people, the food won't be that bad even if it's not good."

Zeng Jianeng: “?”

"Am I asking you that?"

Bai Yang smiled. He knew what Zeng Jianeng was asking, but he didn't think there was anything good to say about this kind of thing.

From an adult's perspective, underage girls would naturally have concerns about listening to this type of music. Moreover, Duan Yiqing's personality is largely influenced by rock music. From Duan Yiqing's perspective, preferences are indeed very personal matters, and cannot be interfered with by others.

As for standing from my own perspective——

None of my business.

(End of this chapter)