Quick Travel System: Age Strategy

At this point, everyone packed up their things and prepared to leave, with only one exception, that was Wei Lang.

He sat alone in a corner with a guitar in his hand, his head lowered and gently plucking the strings of the electric guitar.

When Chengcheng saw this, he did not choose to walk over directly like he did yesterday.

Instead, he raised his hands and clapped them twice, then began to speak: "Everyone, stop what you are doing! Listen to me."

Seeing that everyone had stopped packing and were looking at him, Cheng Cheng said calmly, "Today is a special day. This is the first time that our team has gathered so many talented people. Welcome to join our team for the first time. How about I treat everyone to a meal?!"

"it is good!"

"Teacher Wu is so generous!"

……

After hearing what she said, the students' eyes lit up immediately, and they started discussing what to eat later? !

Cheng Cheng simply said to the students, "You guys decide what you want to eat. Go and book a private room first, and I'll pay the bill when you're done."

"Okay, Mr. Wu, we'll leave first."

"Hey...you guys go take a taxi first, and I'll reimburse you for the money on the way." Cheng Cheng watched the students leave in a hurry and hurried to the door and shouted, "Don't forget!"

"Don't worry, Teacher Wu. We won't forget it!" The students said with laughter and left the TV station in a carefree manner.

With so many people leaving the team's rest area, the place suddenly became empty.

At this time, only Cheng Cheng and Wei Lang were left, and no one else could disturb them.

Cheng Cheng closed the door of the lounge and turned to walk to Wei Lang.

The man heard the sound and looked up at her, and the two looked at each other.

Chengcheng sat down first and said, "Wei Lang, did you forget to take the clothes you put on me last night?" After saying that, she opened her backpack, took out the clothes and handed them to him.

It was the one that Wei Lang had put on her last night.

"Mm...I washed your clothes during the day."

Wei Lang's cheeks suddenly turned red as he looked at the clothes. This clothes...it wasn't that he forgot to take it.

Recalling what happened last night, an unintentional light flashed across his deep eyes.

A lot of things happened on the short journey from the elevator he took to Professor Wu's room last night.

After getting off the elevator, Teacher Wu was like an extremely arrogant cat lady. Not only did she take off her high heels, she also performed a fashion show in front of him.

Even... when he bent down to pick up her fallen high-heeled shoes, she came back barefoot, pulled on his black T-shirt, and asked him lazily with a drunken smile why he didn't watch her catwalk carefully?

After saying that, without waiting for him to answer the question, she leaned over and fell into his arms.

In a panic, I had to hold her high heels in my hands and hug her urgently with open arms.

It happened so suddenly that he staggered back two steps.

He was thankful that no guests from other rooms came out of the corridor, otherwise it would have been easier for people to think of something wrong.

Find the correct room number and hand the person over safely to the assistant.

As a reminder, he pointed out that the clothes around Instructor Wu's waist were his, and the assistant was also considerate enough to want to take them off.

As a result... as soon as my hand touched Teacher Wu, I was slapped.

In this case, he had no choice but to say that there was no need to fix it.

This is how the whole thing happened. It’s not that he forgot, but that he couldn’t get it back at all.

He had fully prepared himself mentally that the clothes would not be taken back, but the next day, Teacher Wu handed them back to him personally.

"Put it away...what are you daydreaming about?" Orange flashed twice in front of his eyes.

"Oh, thank you, Teacher Wu." Wei Lang took the clothes and touched the fabric.

"What are you thanking me for... I saw you playing the guitar just now, do you know how to play this?"

"I don't know how to do it, just playing around."

"I don't know how to play the guitar either. Can you play it for me?"

"Okay." Wei Lang took off the guitar from his back and handed it to her.

Cheng Cheng took it and slung it across his back, strumming the strings twice casually, then looked at him and asked, "How do you play this?"

"It's like this..." Although Wei Lang was only a novice in this area, he still had some understanding of the simple strings of the guitar.

The books he read these days all have detailed introductions.

It was precisely because he taught so seriously that the distance between the two of them was shortened.

As he got closer, he could smell her fragrance again, and Wei Lang became nervous unconsciously.

The smell was the same as the one on the motorcycle last night.

He asked in confusion, "Teacher, what brand of perfume do you use?"

"Are you talking about the smell on me? I don't know. It was my assistant who sprayed it on me. I'll go back and ask her and tell you."

As for why she didn't let Wei Lang ask the assistant directly, wasn't the reason behind it that she wanted to spend more time with Wei Lang? !

Wei Lang wiped the sweat from his forehead and stammered, "No need, Professor Wu. I just wanted to say that this smells... pretty good."

"Yeah, I think so too."

He actually likes this smell. Chengcheng thought that if that's the case, she would spray this perfume in the future.

Wei Lang could not have imagined that it was because of his indirect cause that he would smell the same smell from then on.

What a beautiful misunderstanding.

……

After playing the guitar for a while, Chengcheng asked him again.

"Why did they all leave just now, but you didn't?"

"I want to practice guitar more. I've just started learning this instrument and there are many things I don't understand. I'm afraid I won't play it right and won't perform well during the competition."

"Are you new here? I see you have all the equipment, and you look like a professional."

"Yes, I am talented. Haha, Mr. Wu, please stop joking. I don't look professional at all. I am just an empty shell."

"Don't say that about yourself, Wei Lang. Everyone has potential. I believe in you."

"Thank you, Mr. Wu."

He had heard her say this more than once, and it was her words that gave him the courage to try more.

He wants to stay on the stage until the end.

One is for myself, and the other is because I want her to see this day.

"Don't be polite with me. Um... To show my support for you, you can come and take classes with me. I'm going to hire a music instructor soon."

"This……"

"Why, you still don't want to?"

"No, no, Mr. Wu, I am willing to do so, but I am afraid that if I do so, people will spread bad things about you. I am afraid that it will affect you."

Cheng Cheng pressed on, "If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, who will know? Huh?"

Seeing that he had nowhere to retreat, Cheng Cheng said, "Of course, this class is not for nothing. You have to play with me, okay?"

"Play? What to play..." Wei Lang said weakly.