My super cowardly system

Chapter 39 A good show

Qiu Shiyu shook her head: "You have no right to do this, let alone, even if you are not related by blood, you are still siblings in name, and your parents will not allow it."

He Wenjing answered irrelevantly, and asked instead: "What is your purpose of getting close to my brother?"

She shook her head again: "I don't have any purpose, you can swear to God if you don't believe me."

"Hehe," He Wenjing smiled disdainfully: "In the past, every woman who approached him said the same thing, but in the end, it was those women who abandoned him and betrayed him. How can you tell me to believe you?"

She didn't know how to answer.

He Wenjing had a cup of black tea bottomed out, and talked eloquently: "When he was young, he was isolated and bullied by many boys because he was too close to girls, but he didn't fight back. Obviously they were the reason why my brother was isolated, but no one People are willing to stand up and speak for him.

Everyone, even those girls, looked down on him and thought he was a coward, and they no longer wanted to play with him or talk to him. "

"Growing up a little bit, the same thing started happening again, the class started spreading rumors about him, he didn't explain it. Even after he helped a girl who was blackmailed on the way, he ended up being misunderstood as the blackmailer Man, that girl not only didn't appreciate him, she didn't even stand up and help him clarify."

Qiu Shiyu listened blankly, forgetting the cup of cold black tea on the table for a while.

"These are just examples, there are many more, so I won't say more," He Wenjing said lightly, "I'm just curious, will you be a member of that story?"

Qiu Shiyu shook her head fiercely: "I won't! I..."

"You are not qualified to say these things yet." He Wenjing interrupted her, her eyes were extremely sharp, like a bayonet.

She remained silent, He Wenjing smiled and said, "What qualifications do you have to say this now? You should have guessed that my identity is not simple, so why do you think that with your current identity, I can Are you worthy of my brother?"

She opened her mouth, but didn't know where to start.

"My little brother can't stand any harm anymore." He Wenjing's eyes were calm, but there was a faint trace of sadness: "Since this world is so cold to him, then I will be here for him. Looking for a little warmth in the cold world."

Qiu Shiyu didn't know what to say for a while, so she asked in a strange way: "Since when did you fall in love with him?"

He Wenjing looked out the window slowly, as if Sixu had returned to that day more than ten years ago.

"In the three-pronged alleyway 15 years ago, my favorite hairpin fell in front of the gate of Grandpa Hades, because of that big yellow dog, all the little boys who usually follow behind my ass dare not take a step forward, except him. "

"Obviously at that time, he was so thin and weak. Standing in front of Grandpa Hades, his whole body was shaking, his nose was still running, and he looked as ugly as dying, but I don't know why, now that I think about it, I feel that at that time, he still So kind of handsome."

"Later, when he gave me the card, he cried and handed it to me. There are rows of nail prints on his small hands, like a fool."

Qiu Shiyu's eyes were complicated, and then she immediately became firm: "But in his eyes, you are still siblings!"

"Hehe, so what? Even if we can't be together due to practical reasons, I can prevent him from being with others." He Wenjing gave her a playful look: "Don't look at me like this, at home, we My parents value my opinion very much.”

Looking at the girl who remained silent, she smiled slightly and stood up from the sofa: "Okay, that's all for me to say, and I won't bother you."

"How can you accept me?" Qiu Shiyu asked.

Qiu Shiyu asked back: "Do you like him?"

Qiu Shiyu didn't speak.

She stopped, smiled, and said: "I said, you are not worthy of him. However, if you insist on me giving you an answer, well, maybe after you reach the top of the entertainment industry and become the king of heaven What, maybe I'll change my mind?"

Qiu Shiyu looked at her, and said firmly: "Remember what you said."

He Wen paused for a moment, couldn't help shaking her head and laughing, and muttered in a voice only she could hear: "This brat is quite charming."

He Xiaofan is completely unaware of what happened in Qiu Shiyu's apartment.

It's just that from just now, He Xiaofan has been very strange, the system obviously didn't speak, but there is always the sound of electricity in his mind.

"System, is there something wrong with your brain? You're always babbling, are you annoyed?" He Xiaofan asked irritably.

System: "Answer the host, the system is watching a good show."

"A good show?" He Xiaofan looked suspicious.

The system didn't explain much, and didn't even say a word, and the previous electric current sound disappeared.

He Xiaofan felt very strange, very strange, could it be that this system is preparing for some kind of moth?

Normally, if the system hears He Xiaofan scolding him like this, even if it doesn't dare to talk back, it will at least protest symbolically, but what's going on today?

Let alone protest, He Xiaofan even felt that there was a hint of excitement in the system's voice when it spoke.

Could it be that the system has finally awakened?
"Sigh~"

Thinking of this, He Xiaofan couldn't help getting goose bumps all over his body.

Amitabha, good is good.

You can't blame me for this, I don't have that hobby either, please God, please, take this system back!

system:"???"

Seeing that the system is still ignoring him, He Xiaofan sighed slightly, ready to start his work today.

Today, He Xiaofan and Qiu Shiyu don't need to participate in any activities, but they have a more important schedule - to meet a silver medal songwriter and discuss song writing!
The so-called songwriter refers to the cognition of music, as well as the ability to write lyrics, compose and arrange music. However, his own voice is not particularly suitable for singing, so he has to engage in songwriting and then sell songs. industry people.

There is a big difference between this point and the 'earth' in system cognition.

The songwriters are divided into three classes, gold medals, silver medals, and bronze medal songwriters, which are somewhat similar to the so-called third-tier, second-tier, and first-tier artists.

A gold medal songwriter is just like his signature. He is the top leader in the songwriter industry. Not all songs he writes are good songs, but the things he writes are just like gold, and the price is outrageous.

Therefore, after He Xiaofan conducted a series of research, he decisively chose a silver medal songwriter with a good reputation and a reasonable price.

As for why He Xiaofan didn't write it himself.
Hehe, he can write a fart song!
The last song "Invisible Wings" was given by a task of the system. If you ask him to write a song, it is the same as asking a blind man to catch shrimp.

be thrown off balance!

(End of this chapter)