Fat man wants to be super god

Yan Lang was obviously more interested in the song "My Future Is Not a Dream", and he insisted on playing it with Wang Ye twice more. Every time he played it, his expression was very moved, and he looked at Wang Ye full of deep meaning.Zhan Shao also listened to it beside him, feeling heartbroken, and felt that the Xingbi mountain in front of him was flying farther and farther with wings, farther and farther...

It wasn't until night fell that the three of them felt hungry, so they stopped the movements of their hands unsatisfied.

Yan Lang invited Wang Ye to dinner at the restaurant street of Star King Entertainment. Wang Ye reservedly controlled his appetite. He only took one bite after Yan Lang took a bite. Yan Lang put down his chopsticks, and he also put down his chopsticks. It's extremely uncomfortable, the table is full of beautiful things, I can only look at it and drool.

Yan Lang, who had already put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked at Wang Ye in pain, with a smile on his lips, and said, "I'm too tired these two days, I played music all afternoon, let's have another bowl of rice."

Wang Ye hurriedly said, "I'll add another bowl too."

The corner of Zhan Shao's mouth twitched, comforting himself, Yan Lang is just too gentle, no, it won't be what he thought.

Yan Lang added three bowls of rice in a row, and he frowned slightly after eating, until he saw that Wang Ye's brows were full, and then hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks.He barely touched the third bowl of rice. As a star, he consciously controls his appetite. Today's food intake has far exceeded his usual level.

Although Wang Ye put down the bowls and chopsticks with a naive smile, how could he not have noticed Yan Lang's calm and caring care? Sometimes, a small detail can tell the other party's sincerity, even if he knows that it has something to do with his ancient source song. relationship, he was still moved in his heart.

The natural tone also became more sincere: "Teacher Yan, I know that my ancient source music is definitely not comparable to those masters, but if there is something useful, just tell me, I can definitely help."

"Oh." Yan Lang thought for a while, "I really need your help with something."

"Go ahead." Wang Ye patted his chest.

"I have a friend. His mental storm has already begun. He has tried all the ancient source songs in Huaguo today, but the effect has not been very good. Your song has never appeared before. I want you to give it to him. Sing a song." Yan Lang, who said these words, seemed relaxed and chatty, but the color in his eyes gradually became richer, and there was a seriousness in his expression that he didn't know.

Zhan Shao, who had finished eating early, shrank his pupils when he heard it, and immediately guessed the person Yan Lang was talking about, and then thought of Yan Lang's mention of the fact that the Star King couldn't protect Wang Ye, maybe...it was that person Well, in this universe, there is no one who cannot be protected by that person...

It's just... How can this fat man be able to do it?

"Can I do it?" Sensing Yan Lang's seriousness, Wang Ye asked.

"Don't worry, it will be after your game and will not delay your game."

"You're welcome. It's just a song. It's time for practice. Don't delay, even now."

"His time is also relatively tight, and it is estimated that he will have to prepare in advance before he can come. You can play as long as you want, and I will contact you when the time comes."

"Okay." Wang Ye nodded.

After dinner, Yan Lang personally sent Wang Ye away.Wang Ye was really flattered this time, even though he said no, he couldn't refuse Yan Lang's enthusiasm, and the two really got into the same car.

On the way back, the two were chatting casually, and when Wang Ye noticed, Yan Lang was pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly, leaning on the seat, already drowsy.The man's side face had deep lines under the starlight, and his closed eyes covered the tenderness at the bottom of his eyes, revealing a deep exhaustion.

Wang Ye closed his mouth, turned his head to the outside of the window, and yawned quietly.

When he was about to reach the place, Yan Lang, who had had a short sleep, opened his eyes, and his voice was as low as a cello when he first woke up: "Are you almost there?"

"En." Wang Ye removed his consciousness from Skynet and responded softly.

"Can I go up for a cup of coffee?"

Wang Ye's eyes widened.

Yan Lang blinked his eyes, as if he just came to his senses, shook his head and smiled: "I'm sleepy, it's not nice for you to be at your friend's house, I'll treat you to coffee when I'm free later."

"Uh...Okay." Wang Ye was filled with a sense of wonder, and suddenly had a strong suspicion that that good luck...was it really good luck?You hooked me a cosmic superstar out of nowhere, do you want to be so cruel?If I take another bottle, are you going to hook me up with Marshal Lei Wang, the number one male god?

Yan Lang sent Wang Ye to the door, then drove away, and the suspension car that followed automatically drove into its parking space.

When Wang Ye entered the room, he saw the thin monkey leaning on the balcony, looking at him expressionlessly. The two looked at each other under the moon and stars. Wang Ye suddenly felt a little inexplicably embarrassed... The reason was that at the previous moment, he was only imagining A certain idea that everyone thought was inconceivable was awakened at this moment, screaming in his mind, Yan Lang, he... what does it mean?

"Do you still practice singing at night?" The thin monkey didn't ask much.

Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I have something to do tomorrow morning, so go to bed early today."

"Ah."

"Hey, is the car back?"

"No."

"..." Wang Ye frowned.

"But on the way back." The thin monkey gasped, "I just don't know if it will be sent back."

"Feel sorry……"

"Don't talk about this." The thin monkey raised his hand, took a sip of coffee, looked sideways at the starry sky in the distance, and said, "To tell you the truth, my spiritual sea has been unstable this year, and I have reached the first stage of the mental storm." I thought I was going to seek help from my family, but your song made me feel a lot more comfortable than ever before, and I even felt that my strength has become stronger and my spirit is very good." After finishing speaking, the thin monkey looked deeply at Wang Ye , "You have helped me a lot, let's not mention money."

Wang Ye frowned, and asked worriedly: "How come it is so early? It is said that the mental storm will be 50 years old at the earliest."

"It has something to do with my mood. Because of you, it's a blessing in disguise." The thin monkey paused, looked at Wang Ye, and hesitated to speak, "Because of you, I have a new idea... I have to think again, It's confirmed, I'll tell you and Yaoji again, and wait..."

Wang Ye didn't know what the thin monkey was struggling with. It should be a very important matter. Instead of asking hastily, he nodded and asked, "Want to listen to music today?"

The thin monkey turned to look at him, and smiled slightly: "Let's sing a little love song."

"Tsk, it's disgusting to sing a little love song to you."

"Just listen to this."

"It's really... a fat pig, a skeleton, what a little love song to sing at night..." Wang Ye muttered and complained, but he still took the guitar from behind and hugged it in his arms.

Twirling your fingertips, you opened your mouth leisurely.

"This is a simple little love song..."

……

The evening wind is blowing, and the sound of the waves is like the breathing of the planet, which has not changed since ancient times.

Wang Ye didn't sleep very early. He had a perfect obsessive-compulsive disorder in his bones. Even if he knew what Yan Lang said was right, he still couldn't help but want to perfect the songs used in the competition. At worst, he would sing them deliberately a bit worse.

It took most of the night to perfect the omissions that I thought of today into the song, until I was so sleepy that I couldn't keep my eyes open, and I forgot to take off my clothes, Wang Ye fell on the bed and fell asleep.

The private secretary sensed that Wang Ye had fallen asleep, and thoughtfully turned off the light for him, and the room was completely silent.

In about ten minutes, the door of Wang Ye's room opened, and a figure walked in.The man locked the door, stood at the door, lowered his head and pressed a few buttons on his wrist, a green light swept across the room, and suddenly every part of the room was as bright as white in the eyes of the visitor. day.

He is not a skinny monkey, and certainly not a robot butler, but a stranger.

He was dressed in black, and he wore silver goggles that took up half of his face. The exposed bridge of his nose was like a sharp knife, and his lips were plump and red.His figure is a little thin, but his actions are crisp and neat, and there is a sense of strength surging under his unconcealed skin.

The visitor's eyes stayed on the bed for half a second, and then quickly walked to the cabinet where Wang Ye piled up his clothes, and opened it.

His purpose was very clear. It was the clothes Wang Ye wore yesterday. He calmly took the clothes in his hand, put his slender fingers into a pocket and groped for a while, his expression changed suddenly. He didn't find what he needed. thing.

After rummaging through the clothes, and even feeling inside and out of the closet, the visitor had to admit that things were missing.

He stood up, turned to look at Wang Ye, green barcode-like data flashed across the goggles he was wearing, as if he was analyzing whether the fat man sleeping on the bed had found what he needed... After thinking about it, he I have to confirm with annoyance that the fat man must be woken up, that thing is too important to him.

Walking to the bed, stretched out his finger, and poked the fat man's face: "Hey, little fat man, wake up."

"Whoosh..."

"Get up." Stoke again.

"Don't sleep, get up." The visitor slowly bent down, brought his lips to Wang Ye's ear, and said with a hint of a smile, "Otherwise, I'll get a spanking."

I don't know if the threat played a role, or if Wang Ye had been woken up before, his eyeballs slid under his eyelids, his eyelashes trembled for a long time, as if he was struggling between dream and waking, unwilling to wake up.

The visitor's eyes fell on Wang Ye's long eyelashes, he smiled softly, and murmured in his ear: "Still pretending..."

Like a spell, Wang Ye's eyes instantly opened.

There was no trace of confusion in his eyes, and he was extremely awake. When he opened his eyes, he looked at the intruder vigilantly.

The intruder in the darkness was a man. He was wearing a black windbreaker, his body was completely integrated into the darkness, his face was covered by the huge goggles on his eyes, only his sharpened chin was exposed, and his full red lips The lips are slightly hooked, it seems to be a malicious smile, and it seems to be the kind of carelessness when teasing small animals.

Tian Xun!

A name screamed in Wang Ye's mind.