What does Getu have to do with me? I only have a few words

"abnormal!"

When the chopsticks were about to fall, Song Ge took away his noodle bowl.

Lin Zhixing took back his chopsticks, pursed his lips and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? We used to drink a bottle of water when we were kids, have you forgotten?"

"That's different!"

Song Ge's face was red, and he lowered his head to pick up the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks.

"Why is it different?"

"It's just different!"

"Tch, okay, okay, let's stop making trouble."

Lin Zhixing put the braised eggs and sausages she had snatched back into her bowl and began to cook in earnest. I have to say that the Pan Noodles chef hired by the program team was really good and tasted better than those made in other Pan Noodle shops.

"By the way, Pigeon, have you slept well in the dormitory these past few days? Has anyone made any noise at night and delayed your rest?"

Lin Zhixing noticed that Song Ge seemed to have dark circles under his eyes. He didn't know if it was because he was under too much pressure from the competition and didn't get enough rest.

If so, that's so embarrassing.

"No, my roommates are all very nice. They turn off the lights on time at half past ten."

Song Ge shook his head and didn't understand why he suddenly asked himself, "Did someone make noise in your dormitory and affect your sleep?"

Lin Zhixing shook his head, "No, I slept well."

"oh."

Song Ge nodded and suddenly remembered: "By the way, come to my dormitory after dinner. I have something for you."

Lin Zhixing frowned and asked vaguely: "What is it?"

"You'll know it when you see it."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're good enough, okay!"

…

Bah!

While eating, two cups of milk tea suddenly appeared on the table, "Friend, are you Lin Zhixing?"

"Um?"

Lin Zhixing put down his chopsticks and looked up. Standing next to him was a gentle young man wearing glasses. He was the one who knocked over the bowl at the front of the team. "Yes, are you okay?"

"Hello, my name is Dong Chen."

The young man briefly introduced himself, rubbed his hands, hesitated, and said, "Can I ask you for a favor? I know you are very good at composing lyrics and music. I heard on the stage tonight that you will be in the next issue." There are new songs. I want to ask if there are any extra songs that you don’t plan to use on this stage. I think..."

"Not buddy."

Lin Zhixing understood what he meant, waved his hand, and interrupted him, "You don't care whether I have a song or not. If your request is rejected, then you will treat me as a spare tire. Isn't it a bit inappropriate? ?”

"You saw it..."

Dong Chen adjusted his glasses and explained with embarrassment: "That's not the case. The reason why I asked him first is because my girlfriend's singing style is similar to the song they sang on the stage today. I don't mean to disrespect you. mean……"

"My girlfriend and I are now at the bottom of the rankings. If we don't improve in the next period, we will leave this stage. She is very sad now. She has been crying in the dormitory and won't come out to eat."

"After these two sessions of recording, she feels that only original songs are amazing enough on this stage. If we want to escape the fate of elimination, a song like this may be able to save us..."

"Sorry, I can't help you with this."

Lin Zhixing pushed back the two cups of milk tea on the table.

I am not the Holy Mother, and I have no connection with you, so why should I help you find a rival for me? What does it have to do with me whether your girlfriend cries or not?

"I won't let your help go in vain, I'll give you money." Dong Chen pleaded.

Give money?

Lin Zhixing patted the seat next to him and said, "It can be discussed."

After Dong Chen sat next to him, Lin Zhixing asked incomprehensively: "No, buddy, our Internet connection is not disconnected here, why don't you try to contact the lyricist and composer online and buy a song from them? ? It would be great to spend money to let them tailor-make a song for you."

Dong Chen nodded, "I've contacted you."

Lin Zhixing raised his eyebrows and asked, "What next?"

Dong Chen took out his mobile phone from his pocket and clicked on the chat history. The red exclamation mark was very conspicuous, "I found three people and was defrauded of 20,000 yuan."

Lin Zhixing wanted to laugh, but looking at his pitiful appearance, he felt embarrassed. I feel like he should be very rich, so it’s okay to know the price.

"Well, I do have a song in my hand. The style is quite similar to the song you mentioned today that Langcainnvmao sang. Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, you and your girlfriend go to the singing room to find me and let you listen to it. Ge, if you think it’s suitable, let’s discuss the price.”

"Thank you so much. I want to thank you on behalf of my girlfriend!"

"You're welcome."

Dong Chen's mournful face finally showed a smile, he held Lin Zhixing's hand, thanked him profusely and left.

"Infatuated man!"

Lin Zhixing took two cups of milk tea with a straw and handed one to Song Ge, "Gege, if the song is sold tomorrow, I will give you a new mobile phone."

Song Ge hurriedly waved his hand and pointed to the phone with a cracked screen on the table, "No, no, my phone can still be used."

"Whatever you can use can be used. You won't have memory for your next Weibo. Don't worry, if the song is sold, it won't be cheap."

Song Ge asked curiously: "How much can it be sold for?"

Lin Zhixing thought for a moment and explained: "Let's see if they have the ability. If they are really suitable for singing, we can make it cheaper and sign a contract with them. From now on, the majority of the income from this song will belong to me, and I will give them 10% or 20%." It’s done.”

"Have you finished eating? Go back after eating. Take a break and deal with the post-game interview."

"good."

…

In front of the girls' dormitory in class three.

Song Ge took out a courier box from the house and handed it to Lin Zhixing who was waiting at the door.

Lin Zhixing took the box, looked at it, and asked with a smile: "Isn't this the day I accompanied you to get the express delivery? It turned out to be for me? Why didn't you give it to me that day?"

Song Ge raised his eyebrows mischievously, pushed Lin Zhixing away, and said, "Because I don't want to give it to you that day, go back and rest, and then open it and look at it again."

Lin Zhixing held the box under his arm, smiled and shook his head, "You've learned how to tell the truth, okay? I'll come find you again before recording."

"good."

After Song Ge said goodbye, she went back to the dormitory and closed the door. Different from before, she looked exhausted at this moment, rubbed her temples, and slumped down on her bed.

the other side.

After Lin Zhixing returned to his dormitory, he browsed through Weibo's hot search list for a long time. He was thirsty and was going to get a glass of water, and then he remembered the box Song Ge gave him.

He drank the water, sat under the desk lamp, found the scissors and opened the box.

Opening the box, there are two thick books inside, one is called "The Road to Happiness" and the other is called "It's Not Your Fault".

Why did you give me the book?

He picked up a copy of "The Road to Happiness" and opened the first page.

Introduction——

A bowl of chicken soup that doesn't feel greasy but has endless aftertaste. This is a small book on life philosophy written for ordinary people. It analyzes the reasons why we are unhappy in a simple yet profound way and tells us how to embark on the road to happiness.

This is a recipe for happiness for readers.

Lin Zhixing prefers watching chicken soup movies to reading chicken soup books. Wouldn’t it be nice to check your phone before going to bed? People are so impetuous nowadays, how can they calm down and read paper books?

He turned another page impatiently.

Love is like walking through a rice field to pick the largest and golden ear of wheat and coming back, but there is a rule, you can't go back and you can only pick it once.

The reason Lin Zhixing noticed this sentence at a glance was that it was actually marked in red with a red pen.

Um?

He quickly flipped through a few more pages, and there were still passages marked in red in the book.

There are still more.

One third has...

Half of it has...

The entire book is marked.

Lin Zhixing, who was confused, put down the book in his hand, picked up another book on the table, and quickly read it again.

It is exactly the same as the previous one, with red markings throughout.

Lin Zhixing stacked the two books, which were about as thick as his fist. He blinked and held his head in his hands in disbelief.

OMG……

no?

Could it be that the reason for the dark circles under this idiot's eyes was from reading and writing good sentences all night?