Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Sea-monsters of the oriental lineage are called sharks, with a human body and fish tail, golden scales and black hair. They have been named sharks for generations, and now this generation has added a surname of "Song" to themselves, probably because he ascended the When it was on land, the Kyushu was still the dynasty called Song Dynasty.

Song Yu, not a nice name, even a little awkward, but he spent nearly a thousand years all the way, and even the small fishing village when he landed in the past has transformed into a bustling city that never sleeps.

"Teacher Song!" The sudden call interrupted Sharkman's rare memories of the past, he turned around, and a gentle and gentle smile naturally appeared on the corners of his lips.

"Is there something wrong?" Different from the aggressive beauty of his Western compatriots, Song Yu has a beautiful appearance before the wind, and the mole under the corner of the eye is even more romantic. Shengxiang, full of scholarly elegance, made people feel that even speaking a little louder in front of him would be offensive.

With such a good appearance, what he does is naturally Qingfengmingyue's work. The signboard of Qingliu Family is displayed on the outside. The company's main business is in the business of real estate and shipping, but it is also a giant in the calligraphy, painting and antique business. Then he can bid a high price, and when he has nothing to do, he can teach under the name of A University, one of the best universities in the country, and study with a group of old professors to adjust his life.

"The teacher in our group made an appointment to sing together tonight, Mr. Song, would you like to come?" The man who called Song Yu asked with a smile, stretching out his hand and scratching his head.

If I remember correctly, it should be a teacher from the law school next door.

"Tonight?" Song Yu smiled helplessly, and put the books on the podium into her bag, "I have class tonight."

The man thought for a while, and suddenly said, "You're talking about the social training class at night."

In the past few years, University A has opened a training class for people in the community. The students are all well-known teachers in the school. Of course, the quotations are also quite good.

In addition to the School of Foreign Languages ​​of the School of Business and Law, the training class is also held in the School of Literature where Song Yu is located, but even the most prestigious school in University A is more willing to accept the influence of literature than the crowded classes next door. There are far fewer people, so there is only one class on Friday a week, each time from 07:30 pm to 09:30 pm, just when the business department next door ends their class.

Song Yuhui agreed to go to class, of course not for the idea of ​​subsidy, but purely for being too idle. The life of a single siren is always rather boring.

"I still have to go to the old campus, so let's go first." Song Yu waved her hand with a smile, turned and walked out of the classroom.

The training class is in the old campus, and his class here will last until 05:30, and it will take at least an hour and a half to drive there.

Although it is true that teleportation is just a matter of thought, but it is rare to buy a new car, and it would be a pity not to drive it.

But things in this world that can’t be followed are really uncertain. He just thought about it, and with a shake of his hand on the road, he hit the ass of the car in front, and it was not light. He raised his hand and looked at the time. He reckoned In all likelihood, it will be an hour and a half late to deal with this matter.

Unexpectedly, the car in front seemed to be more anxious than him, and didn't even have the intention to stop, and rushed out as soon as the green light came on. I only had time to remember the license plate number, so I sent a message to ask a friend to help check the identity of the owner of the car, so that compensation can be made in the future.

Without the blessing of this impatient car owner, Song Yu stepped on the clock and caught up with the class.

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Zhao Changle was very anxious, of course he was anxious, today he was half an hour late because the crew had to make up a set of scenes, first he was rear-ended on the road, and then the car broke down, he finally persuaded the agent to let him take a taxi, but the driver He also took the wrong path. Business seminars usually end before seven o'clock, so by the time he got there, there had been a whole new group of people.

Well... I'm used to being absent from work, not a lot this time...

Sighing inwardly, Li Changle was still unwilling to give up and quietly opened the crack of the door to peer inside, like a pupil who was late for school.

He remembered that after finishing business, it seemed to be literature?Because of the angle, he couldn't see the face of the teacher on the podium at the door, but he could hear the voice clearly.

It was telling a strange novel called "You Ming Lu", Liu Chen, Ruan Zhao, Bai Zhen's dream, the lecturer was telling each story at his fingertips, even he, who was upset and in a daze outside, could not consciously listen to it fascinated , couldn't help but get closer to hear it clearly.

However, you must know that most of the doors of the old campus are in disrepair, and the doors of the training class are even more dilapidated. Therefore, Zhao Changle walked over, and the door shook unbearably. He resolutely left the door frame and brought him into the classroom together.

The air was silent for a moment after the loud bang.

Zhao Changle's head was ashen, his face was red, his ears were red, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. Lying there, he felt that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were hurting so much that he wanted to die. scene.

"Are you okay?" Song Yu walked to the man and leaned down slightly, and asked softly, he had noticed this man for a long time, the other party couldn't see him from the angle of the door, but he could see the other party, mysteriously Xidi was wearing a hat and a mask, but his exposed eyes were so beautiful that he could feel his heart palpitations. They were black and clean, and even his long-standing old fish could feel his heart tremble when he saw them, dry, wrinkled, and cracked. The heart instantly turned into a pool of spring water.

The love of the elderly is like an old house on fire. Once the momentum rises, it will be out of control, let alone such a sea monster with terrible racial inertia.

Song Yu was thinking a lot, but she smiled more gently on her face.

"Ah, no...it's okay." Zhao Changle hurriedly stood up and lowered his head, patted his pants to apologize, "I'm really sorry for disturbing you, I'll leave right away, and I'll pay for it too!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already ran out of the classroom.

Like a little rabbit being cornered.Song Yu thought with great interest, bent down to pick up the hat that had fallen by his feet, turned around and walked back to the podium with a normal expression.

"Let's continue. We just talked about the story of marriage between life and death. You may not be familiar with this story, but Tang Xianzu's "The Peony Pavilion" was born from this..."

Qionglin Yushu, graceful and graceful, no one can guess how many twists and turns he has gone through in his heart, with thousands of twists and turns.

This room Song Yu was in class, and the disheveled Zhao Changle climbed into the manager's car dejectedly. The middle-aged, fat-headed and Mediterranean manager frowned at his messy hair, and opened his mouth to scold him unceremoniously. .

"How many times have I said it, image! Image! Do you still think you don't have enough black pictures?! Ah?!" He nodded fiercely on Zhao Changle's forehead, with a bit of hatred in his tone ,"say something!"

"Isn't this...an accident..." Zhao Changle covered his head with a begging expression, "Master Wang has a lot, please forgive me this time?"

The agent wanted to say a few more words about him, but his anger was blocked by his pitiful expression, so he could only snort coldly and turn around to concentrate on driving.

The third-rate actor and the third-rate manager had been arguing and tossing for so many years, and they had already figured out each other's temperament. Zhao Changle took out his earphones and stuffed them into his ears, then fell down in the back seat and closed his eyes in a daze.

The manager glanced at him sideways, sighed helplessly, and covered him with a blanket.

Strictly speaking, Zhao Changle should be the type who is easy to get popular. He looks handsome and has good acting skills. Encountering unkind people, she lost good roles one after another, and in the end she could only hang out among five men and six men. Retire from the circle in one year and concentrate on being your own self-employed small boss.

Back then, I was just thinking about earning enough money to eat by mistake, but now that I'm mixed up like this, it can be regarded as overfulfilling the task... I guess.

"By the way, Brother Wang, do you know "You Ming Lu"?"

Yes, there is no need to be reconciled.

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Is the merman human being an actor, or an idol?He's never been able to tell these things apart.Don't ask Song Yu how he knew about this and how he followed the vines to find out the other party's bottom line. If he has lived for so many years and doesn't even have such means, he might as well be a salted fish.

But... the entertainment industry...

Mr. Song, who has been high and widowed for most of his life, opened the highest-rated one among Zhao Changle's works with complicated emotions——

"School grass is bad"

The youth love idol drama five years ago was full of hot-eyed killer hairstyles and costumes, and the lines made people unable to complain. Zhao Changle played the male fifth in it. He dyed his head with nondescript yellow hair, swears all over his eyes and pretends The little gangster is definitely responsible for the acting skills in the whole film.

And once you accept this setting... it seems to be a little bit emotional...

Then Mr. Song spent the entire afternoon of burning incense and playing the piano, fast-forwarded through the "high-power filter for sea monsters for humans", and watched this thunderous and brain-dead drama, and intercepted Zhao Changle's appearance without a teacher Every frame of the movie was made into a collection, which was recorded and preserved carefully.

——By the way, the box next to the recording disc contains Zhan Ziqian's "Snow Walking Picture".

It's really offensive to burn the piano and cook the crane.

After that, a little-known actor was added to Song Yu's Weibo follow list full of academic experts, and Zhao Changle's few fans welcomed a newcomer who had been diving for a long time. Shame still doesn't forget to secretly force his subordinates to buy a large amount of shares in an entertainment company with excellent development momentum, loosely sell a few favors, and easily enter the entertainment company under the premise of playing tickets. Circle the top of the real pyramid.

After working like this for just one month, the opportunity he wanted came to his door.

Smiling, he turned the gold-plated invitation card in his hand, and entered the banquet hall unimpededly. He was not so disgusted, but he couldn't say he liked it. It can only be said that hearing too many flattering compliments is really boring. It is far less interesting than the shadows of swords and swords between the lines of ink in the pile of old papers.

Human beings are often more interesting dead than alive.

But if it was his human being, it would be enough for him to willingly put down the half-restored Guangling San remnants and run to a boring banquet.

Even if it's just a meeting, and a few pleasantries between a few people, Mr. Song's wrinkled old heart that lacks moisture can immediately come back to life, thumping and thumping wildly showing that his muddy feet are deeply sunken.

"Hello." Song Yu smiled and held Zhao Changle's outstretched hand. He paused for half a second, and then let go with his usual expression, "Your work is very good."

Zhao Changle's expression froze for a second, thanked the other party's compliment smoothly, and quickly drank half a glass of toast. He tried his best to think about which work he could make this praise as excellent. After a long time, it can only be classified as the other party's polite words, after all, it is Mr. Song!Mr. Song is worth a thousand dollars!It's impossible for the other party to be his fan, hahaha!

Brainstorming about the man in front of him wearing a dark black satin cardigan watching a brain-damaged youth idol drama, Zhao Changle was shocked by his own imagination as expected. To appease himself, he decided to eat another goose dish tonight. liver.

That is the top foie gras airlifted from France!

And black truffles!

Ahhh it's caviar!

Mr. Zhao Changle, who is obsessed with delicious food, didn't know that in the whole banquet that night, he was the only one who received a compliment from Mr. Song, and no one else could even catch a look. And the only wine he toasted was slightly dipped in by the other party. Lips, never moved again.

Song Yu has such capricious capital.

At the banquet, the spirits exchanged knowing glances, silently acquiescing and watching the changes.

If this little actor whose name they don't even know can really win Mr. Song's favor, it will be a skyrocketing sky and a sparrow turning into a phoenix.