One person's entertainment

Chapter 21, poaching people

July 11, Sunday.

"Gardenias are blooming, gardenias are blooming!"

"Hey Huazi, can you sing the next part? Don't keep repeating this line!"

"Is it because I don't want to sing on? Is it because I didn't remember the lyrics..."

In dormitory 203, the song “You are always too soft-hearted” that had been floating around for half a month was replaced by “Gardenias are blooming.”

It seems to have changed, but it hasn't changed.

What has changed is the song, but what remains unchanged is that it was written by Shen Lingyou and the rather brainwashing loop.

Shen Lingyou looked at his roommates who were laughing and playing, with a few words written on his face - I surrender!

He grabbed his backpack and fled the dormitory.

Shopping was not the purpose, the purpose was to buy some gifts for Zeng Xiaolai and others. It was not that he was stingy, but they had agreed to help each other. If he gave them money now, it would hurt their feelings. So he changed his mind and bought them some practical things.

The question is, what is reasonably priced, expressive, and practical?
Standing at the intersection of Yanjing’s most prosperous commercial street, I was stunned at first glance.

I wandered around randomly, but I had no idea what to buy. Clothes? Shoes? Watches? None of them seemed that good.

Finally, I chose a Walkman. Many people don’t have this thing, and some of the people who do have it are counterfeit brands with poor sound quality.

We picked out the same model as ourselves, one for each of us, and spent 1400 yuan. When we left the store, the boss personally gave them to us.

Zeng Xiaolai has helped a lot, so naturally I have to prepare a small gift for him.

After stuffing my backpack full, I picked up two large plastic bags and headed back to the dormitory.

In the afternoon, Shen Lingyou invited everyone to dinner at a hot pot restaurant near the school and gave out the gifts at the same time.

The Walkman is very practical. It can be used for listening to music and learning materials.

Everyone was busy unpacking the boxes, including Zeng Xiaolai.

She soon discovered that there was a small red box inside the box of the Walkman. Curiously, she opened it and found a very beautiful bracelet. She then looked at the other people who were fiddling with the Walkman, and they did not have any small red boxes or bracelets.

She was stunned for a moment, then she opened her mouth wide, as if she suddenly understood something. She looked up abruptly at Shen Lingyou who was sitting opposite her, and happened to meet Shen Lingyou's smiling gaze.

After just a brief look at each other, she quickly lowered her head and put the small red box and bracelet into the pocket of her cotton coat. At the same time, she couldn't help feeling shy and her cheeks suddenly blushed.

Shen Lingyou's psychological activities at this moment were not as rich as Zeng Xiaolai's. There was no special meaning, he just wanted to express his gratitude.

"Lai, why is your face so red? Are you sick?" Hu Dajing saw that Zeng Xiaolai was a little out of sorts, so she put the back of her hand on her forehead to feel the temperature and said, "It's a little hot, but it doesn't look like a fever."

"I'm fine, not sick, it's just... maybe the hot pot was a little hot." Zeng Xiaolai quickly explained.

"The pot hasn't even boiled yet, is it hot?" Hu Dajing looked at her strangely.

"Well, uh..." Zeng Xiaolai's pretty face became redder and redder when she asked this. When she was at a loss for words, she saw the Walkman in her hand and suddenly had an idea. She said, "Jingjing, don't you like pink? How about we change it?"

"Are you sure?" Since the boss didn't have much stock, there weren't that many single colors. In the end, there were seven machines in black, white, blue, and pink. Except for Zeng Xiaolai's machine, the others were randomly given. Hu Dajing got the white one: "Do you like white?"

Zeng Xiaolai heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the topic was changed and said, "I like it. Didn't you see that many of my clothes are white?"

Hu Dajing said with a smile: "Then change it, don't regret it."

Zeng Xiaolai pursed his lips and smiled, saying, "No regrets."

Shen Lingyou saw it all. As long as the bracelet was delivered, he could exchange the Walkman however he wanted, and it didn't matter if he gave it away.

Halfway through his meal, his pager rang. It was Chen Jiantian calling him and saying that money had been transferred to his account.

After he finished eating and left, he found a public phone to make the call.

It turned out to be a share of the profits from the first batch of albums, not much, just under 10.

The second and third batches will be a little bigger, with the quantity increased several times. They are all small amounts, mainly to create awareness.

However, small amounts of money can be of great use. After all, it is the first pot of gold I earned after traveling here.

Little by little, you can build your own recording studio, your own company... buy a courtyard house, buy stocks... the future is promising!
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The next afternoon, at the Chinese Academy of Drama.

On the basketball court, a group of freshman boys are sweating profusely, and girls are cheering them on the sidelines.

"Lingyou!"

Liu Huohua's breakthrough to the basket attracted two defenders. He saw Shen Lingyou running to the three-point line without being guarded, and immediately passed the ball to him.

Shen Lingyou grabbed the ball with both hands, jumped up lightly, aimed at the basket, and threw it hard. The basketball drew an arc in the air and fell into the basket squarely.

"allow!"

Chen Minghao, who was grabbing a rebound under the basket, shouted loudly.

"It's really accurate. He made three three-pointers in a row."

"This person looks familiar."

"Don't you look familiar? Shen Lingyou from the 96 acting class."

"He, I was wondering why he looked so familiar. I just bought his album, but I didn't expect he was also very good at basketball."

"It's OK that he's handsome, he can sing and write songs, it's OK that he can sing and write songs, he can also play basketball, what girl wouldn't like this guy?"

"Alas, comparing yourself to others makes you angry."

……

Outside the field, seniors who had watched for a while exclaimed in admiration.

It’s true, looking at the entire Central Academy of Drama, the good basketball players are indeed in the 96 Acting Class, and the good basketball players in the 96 Acting Class are all in Dormitory 203.

Shen Lingyou is good at three-pointers, Liu Huohua is good at breakthroughs, Chen Minghao is good at rebounds, and Qin Hao is good at cheering. There are players in every position, and they are all the best.

"Huh..." After seeing off a group of directors, Shen Lingyou lifted up his clothes to wipe the sweat off his face and said, "Drink some water before you play."

When they arrived at the sidelines, Zeng Xiaolai handed him a bottle of water.

The scene immediately became filled with the sound of monkeys crying and all kinds of noise.

At this time, a rather serious voice came from the back of the crowd: "Shen Lingyou, come here!"

Hearing the voice, I saw it was Mr. Li Yicheng, the music teacher.

Shen Lingyou took a sip of water and without even bothering to unscrew the bottle cap, he handed it to Zeng Xiaolai and trotted over.

"Teacher Li."

Li Yicheng nodded slightly to Shen Lingyou, and then introduced the middle-aged man with glasses standing next to him: "This is Tang Ping, the director of the Composition Department of the Central Conservatory of Music. He wants to talk to you."

Shen Lingyou was slightly surprised, then he greeted politely: "Hello, Director Tang."

Tang Ping pushed his glasses, smiled elegantly, and said, "Hello, hearing about it is worse than seeing it in person, you are indeed a handsome man."

Shen Lingyou said calmly, "Director Tang, thank you for your praise."

Tang Ping said directly: "I won't beat around the bush. Your songs, writing and singing are all good. I hope you can transfer to the Central Conservatory of Music. There, you can get relatively professional and systematic music teaching, which will be better for your future development."

Shen Lingyou's brain froze, and after a long while, he uttered only one word: "Ah?"

(End of this chapter)