Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 159: Some Conversations About Doomsday

The carnival on Christmas Eve has nothing to do with Bai Yang after all. After all, the poor art student still has to go to the studio to paint.

In a very Christmassy mood, Mr. Luo brought out a deer head skeleton model as a still life. Of course, this did not make the students happy at all.

“Who wants to draw a deer head at Christmas?”

Zeng Jianeng roared: "And it's made of bones!"

"It's quite interesting." Bai Yang wore a reindeer hat and danced the pencil in his hand quickly.

"Of course a drawing expert like you finds it interesting." Zeng Jianeng rolled his eyes.

"Master of painting. What a weird word." Bai Yang laughed and said, "Zeng Jianeng, this semester is almost over. If you don't practice painting well, you won't be able to keep up with the progress when you go out for training."

"It's only December." Zeng Jianeng waved his hand: "How can it end so soon?"

"As far as I know." Bai Yang paused, "Today's New Year's Eve is January 22, so I guess we'll have winter vacation in mid-January. After New Year's Day, it's almost time to prepare for the final exams."

"quickly."

"Ah?" Zeng Jianeng calculated and his face suddenly became bitter: "It seems to be true."

“Why does it feel like this semester has passed so quickly?”

"Is it fast?" Bai Yang tilted his head: "I think it's quite long."

Although it has only been more than three months since Bai Yang was reborn, he feels that the gloomy and depressing state of his previous life seems to have disappeared completely, and replaced by the vitality brought by this young body.

And I have indeed accomplished a lot and made a lot of friends.

"I also feel it's been quite long." Chun Yuwan said softly beside him, "It feels like a lot of things have happened."

To the extent that even the life trajectory that I had originally anticipated has changed.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Bai Yang again.

Three months ago, I would never have thought that a classmate who joined the studio halfway would become my only friend after the dark years.

After Christmas, New Year's Day comes.

The closer it gets to New Year’s Day, the less interested people are in studying and they only think about the three-day New Year’s Day holiday.

This is the second longest holiday after National Day, and it is also the last holiday of this semester.

Bai Yang has a lot to do.

As a performer, Bai Yang has to attend the final rehearsal in advance to familiarize himself with the process of the performance.

It was only the 30th, and a large stage had already been set up in the school's track and field stadium - Xiangdong No. 1 Middle School naturally did not have a building as high-end as an auditorium, otherwise the usual morning meetings would not have been held in the track and field stadium.

But it’s also good, the athletic field is big enough to accommodate all the students in the school.

The rehearsal for the singing and playing program is actually quite simple. He just needs to go on stage with a guitar and sing. The dancing is a little more troublesome because it depends on the final effect, so the costumes have been rented and he also needs to put on makeup and so on.

The most troublesome one is Yan Ziqian's show.

The problem became how to lift the old piano to the center of the stage without interrupting the flow.

In the end, they decided to add wheels to the piano. When the host announced the show, he pulled the curtain up and found two people with nimble hands and feet to take the opportunity to push it up.

Bai Yang is considered by the teacher to be one of the people with nimble hands and feet.

Although Bai Yang felt that the more likely possibility was that the teacher felt that he did not need to make as much preparation as other students and was one of the performers with the least time backstage.

Another unlucky guy was a crosstalk performer.

This made Yan Ziqian feel a little embarrassed, and she secretly said thank you before the rehearsal.

The process went smoothly. After the host announced the show, Bai Yang and another classmate swiftly pushed the piano onto the stage. Yan Ziqian, wearing a black dress, walked onto the stage under the moving spotlights and played "To Alice" smoothly.

The curtain was raised again, Bai Yang rushed forward again and pushed the piano back.

"You played well." After putting the piano away, Bai Yang praised casually, "The last two times, there were small rhythm problems in the final fast part, but today there were no problems at all."

Yan Ziqian was stunned for a moment: "Bai Yang, you can also play the piano?"

"I've only touched the keyboard before and know some basic music theory." Bai Yang smiled.

In his previous life, he sang and played instruments, so besides guitar, he also played keyboard. However, the music theory of keyboard is more complicated than guitar. Bai Yang is only good at playing chords and accompanying pop songs, so it is a bit difficult for him to play the piano seriously.

"You know a lot." Yan Ziqian exclaimed.

"It's just a mix of things." Bai Yang changed the subject: "You don't look very nervous today?"

"Not bad." Yan Ziqian suddenly became nervous again and stammered, "I have acquired some experience. As long as I don't pay attention to the audience, I can play the piano seriously."

Bai Yang frowned slightly.

When actually performing, it is not as simple as just ignoring the audience; the applause, cheers, and the gazes of thousands of people are all things that cannot be ignored.

However, at this point, Bai Yang naturally would not say anything discouraging, but smiled and encouraged: "Come on! Stay steady!"

"Okay, thank you." Yan Ziqian said.

In the end, the rehearsal ended almost until the end of evening self-study get out of class, and Bai Yang also got the program schedule.

My own singing and playing were ranked fourth, which was relatively early. Yan Ziqian’s piano singing and playing were ranked third from the last, followed by poetry recitation and chorus.

Without going to the studio or classroom, Bai Yang went straight home.

I simply wrote a chapter of a novel. I've been a bit busy recently and my stock of manuscripts has run out. I have to seize any free time to make up for it.

The word count of "Weird World" is now close to 600,000. The plot has been fully developed and its fame is gradually not limited to Qidian Chinese website. Discussions about the plot can also be frequently seen in other forums.

It’s a pity that short videos are not yet popular, otherwise they might be so popular that people who don’t pay attention to online articles would also hear about them.

"The traffic of this book has basically reached its peak. In this era, it is basically impossible for my genre to exceed 30,000 average subscriptions."

After looking at the outline, Bai Yang estimated that at his current updating speed, he should be able to write for more than half a year, and will be able to finish it around next summer.

"By this calculation, the book will earn about a little over one million from electronic subscriptions."

"Besides that, there is also the copyright aspect, which depends on the other party's bid."

In short, the goal of earning the first pot of gold has been achieved.

"But typing is really tiring."

Although his life has been fulfilling since his rebirth, most of his spare time is spent writing.

He wailed, "I won't write any more after I finish this one."

With the first pot of gold, I finally have some confidence. I no longer need to rely on this kind of hard work to gain wealth. A lot of information from the future can be put to use.

Just when I was about to turn off the computer and go to sleep, QQ rang again.

My name is not Yuwan! : "Bai Yang, why haven't you come to the balcony recently?"

Bai Yang casually replied: "It's too cold, why, are you on the balcony?"

My name is not Fishball! : "Yes."

Bai Yang was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked to the balcony.

As expected, Chun Yuwan was standing in the cold wind, looking at her phone. The dim light from the phone screen reflected on her face, making her look a little unreal.

"Why are you running to the balcony on such a cold day?" Bai Yang asked.

"I'm used to it." Chun Yuwan put down her phone and smiled: "Besides, it's not too cold."

"It's almost zero degrees!" Bai Yang complained, "I can see it now. Isn't there a phrase called icy skin and jade bones? I think it's quite realistic. That's why you're not afraid of the cold."

Chun Yuwan suddenly laughed: "Are you praising me?"

"I'm complaining." Bai Yang rolled his eyes: "I don't have ice-like skin and jade-like bones. I'm made of flesh."

"Oh." Chun Yuwan was a little disappointed: "Then go in and have a good rest."

"I'm already out." Bai Yang sat down on the recliner: "What do you want to talk about?"

Chun Yuwan hesitated for a moment: "I don't know."

"It just suddenly occurred to me that we haven't chatted on the balcony for several days, so."

She paused, her tone as serious as ever: "I want to chat with you."

"We can talk about anything."

Bai Yang laughed: "Can't we chat in the studio as well?"

"That's different." Chun Yuwan shook her head.

"What's the difference?"

"It feels different." Chun Yuwan also sat down on the chair and said, "Is the school's New Year's Day performance tomorrow night?"

"Yes." Bai Yang explained: "The day after tomorrow is New Year's Day, and we must have a legal holiday."

Chun Yuwan looked up at the night sky and said, "2011 is almost over."

Bai Yang also sighed: "Yes. It's almost 2012. The last time I celebrated 2012, it seemed like a long time ago."

Chun Yuwan: “?”

"Bai Yang, you are saying weird things again."

Bai Yang chuckled and said, "Xiao Yuwan, reflect on yourself. Because you are weird, you have a weird friend like me."

"Am I weird?" Chun Yuwan tilted her head and thought for a while, then suddenly laughed: "It's weird, so it's weird."

"Strange together."

"That's what I like about you." Bai Yang commented: "You have a strong ability to accept things."

When Chun Yuwan heard Bai Yang say the word "like", she unconsciously turned her eyes away slightly and felt her heart beating a little faster.

How could I have taken this as the key point? I am indeed a strange person.

Thinking of this, she changed the subject and said, "Bai Yang, have you heard of the Mayan civilization?"

"Are you talking about the prophecy of doomsday?" Bai Yang said with a smile.

This argument is still very popular in this era, especially after a disaster film called "2012" was released two years ago, which made the prophecy that the world would be destroyed on December 2012, 12 even more popular around the world.

"You really did know." Chun Yuwan nodded: "That day was exactly your eighteenth birthday."

"What a coincidence." Bai Yang nodded.

"What would you think if that prophecy was true?" Chun Yuwan asked curiously, "The day you come of age, the world will be destroyed."

"This prophecy is not true." Bai Yang said very disappointedly: "I am sure of it."

"I mean what if!" Chun Yuwan pouted, "Can't you just imagine it?"

"If so," Bai Yang thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Then I guess I will be able to face destruction calmly."

Being able to live his life again is already a miracle. Even if the past is reversed and the end of the world really comes, he should be grateful for this miracle that allows him to experience his youth again for more than a year.

Lucky enough.

"Will there be no regrets?" Bai Yang's answer was obviously beyond Chun Yuwan's expectations. She asked, "For example, it feels like there are still many things that have not been done."

"Of course there will be." Bai Yang said with a smile: "For example, he hasn't become a billionaire yet, hasn't traveled around the world, and hasn't married several wives yet."

"Perfunctory!" Chun Yuwan snorted, "Who would want to have multiple wives at the end of the world?"

"It's the end of the world, and you still can't think about it?" Bai Yang asked back: "What about you? What regrets will you have?"

"Too many." Chun Yuwan said seriously: "There must be places I want to go but haven't been to yet, and things I want to do but haven't done yet."

"If that day really is the end of the world, I must do everything I can think of before the end of the world!"

"Then you can make a doomsday list." Bai Yang said with a smile: "If you really regard that day as the doomsday, then the rest of your life will be very fulfilling and happy."

Chun Yuwan shook her head: "You mean those plots in the movies? Write down your wishes before you die, and then fulfill them well without any regrets, but..."

She paused and said softly, "It's just a movie after all."

“If there is no definite and unchangeable ending, no one would have the courage to abandon everything in the present and live only for their own wishes.”

Death is uncertain, and neither is the end of the world.

Bai Yang raised his eyebrows and sighed: "Xiao Yuwan, sometimes you are too clear-headed."

"Isn't it good to be sober?"

Bai Yang: “Too clear-headed makes one unhappy.”

Chun Yuwan held up the side of her face and looked at Bai Yang through the gap between the fences of the two balconies.

"I'm happy now."

Bai Yang was stunned for a moment, looked at her bright red and slightly upturned lips, and replied: "Me too."

The two of them looked at each other quietly again, no longer needing to talk.

Only the night wind was noisy, bringing an unpleasant chill that made Bai Yang shiver unconsciously.

"Are you cold?" Chun Yuwan said, "Then go in, or you'll catch a cold again."

"Who are you looking down on?" Bai Yang suddenly became excited: "The last time I caught a cold it was purely an accident! I'm in great shape!"

Chun Yuwan covered her mouth and chuckled: "I know, I feel cold and want to go back to the bedroom, okay?"

"That's more like it." Bai Yang stood up.

"By the way." Before opening the living room door, Chun Yuwan turned around and said, "I'll go and see it tomorrow night."

"what?"

"New Year's Day Gala." Chun Yuwan said, "Didn't you also perform a show?"

"I am looking forward."

(End of this chapter)