Shenhao System: I got rich by disguising myself as a man

The little cousin was speechless. The cousin was originally a weird person, and his thinking was different from ordinary people.

A genius in physics and biology would never be out of his mind.

He thought it was just a different way of thinking.

Meng Qingnan had been watching Ling Qi shoot a gun, and suddenly saw a call from his mother.

Fu forehead, some headaches.

How should I put it, presumably grandpa should be furious at home, he wants to coax him after he goes back.

He walked aside, connected the phone, and heard his mother's calm voice, asking if he had eaten, and if his friend had eaten?

Ok?

What do you mean?

No matter how clever Meng Qingnan was, he couldn't change his mind all of a sudden.

What does mother mean by this attitude?

He has always known that his mother is very calm, and now he not only looks up to her a few times.

"Mother, can you speak directly if you have something to say, grandpa...how about that?" Meng Qingnan was puzzled.

He guessed that grandpa should be very angry, but grandpa is stubborn.

Mother Meng froze for a moment and said, "It should be okay."

Doesn't look angry anyway.

"I see, mother." Meng Qingnan hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

???

Meng's mother looked at the hung up phone, looked up at Meng's father with some helplessness, and said, "Hey~ this child."

"I told you to ask Qingnan to invite his friend over for dinner. Why are you trying to be tactful? You haven't conveyed your meaning for a long time." Father Meng complained a bit.

Meng's mother turned dark, and glared at Meng's father: "You have a mouth, but you can't say it yourself?"

"Women's mouth, don't worry about it."

Father Meng: ...

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Meng Qingnan hung up the phone over there, and when he returned to the original place, Xiaopang leaned over: "Auntie Meng's number?"

Meng Qingnan nodded.

"How do you say it?" Xiaopang's face was a little dignified. He had known Meng Qingnan for so long, and he still knew some of the family rules of the Meng family.

One of them is that it is forbidden to participate in such gatherings where rich children gather.

"It should be fine." Meng Qingnan thought about the consequences before coming here.

But he still didn't expect that grandpa seemed to be extra merciful to him.

"That's good." Xiaopang heaved a sigh of relief, and shot at the heroic boss again.

Hua Lan suddenly leaned over to Xiaopang, "There is an underground band here, do you want to go and see it?"

"Well, an underground band? Go and see." Yang Xuyue was very interested in the music as soon as he heard it.

Yang Xuyue: "Do you want Qingnan to go together?"

Meng Qingnan shook his head, "Go with Hua Lan, I will tell him when he comes back."

"OKOK." Xiaopang also knew that Meng Qingnan was not interested in this, so he just went to have a look and would be back in a while.

Hua Lan led Yang Xuyue to organize an underground music scene. This band was a bit like the one in the bar.

But it's a little different.

As soon as Yang Xuyue came in, he saw the girl with dirty braids on the stage.

Even with her dirty face now, Yang Xuyue could tell at a glance that she was the blue-eyed half-breed.

"Hua Lan, look."

"Who?" Before Hua Lan recognized him, he asked someone to pick a cocktail and drag Yang Xuyue to sit beside him.

"It's the girl who approached the boss today."

"Tell her, Xiao Zi, the king of rappers in the band, she doesn't look like her." Hua Lan seldom comes to the racecourse, and usually comes to the racecourse to listen to the band sing.

Xiao Zi, he still knows her.

"Why did she get herself dirty, what? Can't you make money singing here?" Fatty was a little puzzled when he saw the girl in front of him in such a state.

"Impossible, the horse farm band makes more money than ordinary bars." Hua Lan said.

He looked it over, and it was true, because usually he listened to music and didn't pay much attention to Xiao Zi's outfit.

He thought about it, and it seemed that the band members in the racecourse were all dressed in the same way. No, it should be said that most of the people in the racecourse had this style: "Maybe it's the style, the popular beggar style."

"This place is messy, maybe if you dress like this, no one will steal your money."

"Is that so?" Yang Xuyue couldn't believe that this style is still popular.

But Hua Lan's explanation does have some truth, this place is quite chaotic.

Suddenly bright lights flashed, bass, electric guitar, the prelude started.

Xiao Zi's high-pitched voice on the stage directly brought the atmosphere to a climax.

Although she was petite, her voice felt infinitely powerful, and the song was paid for by Hua Lan.

I ordered a song "Still Sleeping Princess" that Xiao Zi became famous underground.

"I wrote this song when I was 13.

The princess is a tourist every day in her sleep.

If you fall in love with anyone in your dream, you will be a match.

There is no need to face the painful and incomprehensible fear in the dream.

When you can't get back the time, you can be intoxicated in your dreams.

That innocent face was no longer visible.

When that day was real, I broke into reality from a dream.

My once free footsteps have been restrained ever since.

Are you awake from a dream? Your words are like sharp swords.

Can you be down-to-earth? The more you listen to this sentence, the more pitiful you become.

……

The princess who has been sleeping for a hundred years breaks free from the shackles of reality for her dream.

……

I am the kite looking up at the sky that just wants to fly.

But the reality was behind me that kept pulling on my rope.

If life had to make me a trapped beast.

Why can't I be trapped in a dream forever.

Wake up, your words are like a sharp sword.

Can you be at ease? The more I listen to this sentence, the more pitiful I become.

You forget it or despair.

Only a yawn remained of the dream that had been desperately pursued. "

Yang Xu was stunned again and again, he felt as if he had heard a very new kind of rap.

It is indescribable that the heart vibrates to the music.

Even though Xiao Zi's face couldn't be seen clearly, she stood there, the power of music was too strong.

Whether it is the control of treble, pronunciation, words, or music, they are all unique.

If it can be said that someone can compete with this person now.

That can only be weekly.

It's just that Zhou Zhou doesn't mainly play rap.

"It's amazing." Yang Xu was more amazed.