I woke up to find I had gotten my marriage certificate with a female celebrity.

"Pen? What pen?" Chen Qianyu didn't react for a moment and didn't know what she wanted a pen for.

To Qin Yi, her question sounded like she was asking what kind of pen he wanted, so he answered casually.

"Any pen will do, as long as it can write."

"Oh, and bring the sheet music as well."

He knew Chen Qianyu's personality too well; the grievances she just mentioned were probably less than a tenth of the truth.

The company's resources are now being allocated to another singer, which means that a rising star will gradually fade from people's sight.

Once the attention and buzz fade, let alone an album, there probably won't even be a single single released.

The person competing with her for resources is probably the singer Fan Siqi, who was in the news last night.

Qin Yi glanced at it briefly. Her voice was unpleasant, her appearance was far inferior to Chen Qianyu's, and her singing skills were a complete mess, with obvious signs of auto-tuning from beginning to end.

I wonder how much effort the auto-tuning guy put in to tune the song like that.

"Huh?" Noticing Chen Qianyu still sitting in her seat, Qin Yi couldn't help but urge her, "What are you still doing sitting here?"

"Don't you have any blank sheet music in your car?"

Chen Qianyu shook her head.

Instead of getting up to go to the parking lot, she walked over and placed her hands on each other's foreheads.

"Do you feel like I'm being bullied, so you want to write a song to stand up for me?"

Qin Yi answered directly: "Yes, what else?"

Chen Qianyu paused for a moment, then her eyebrows curved and her voice became soft.

"Okay, I'm happy that you think that way."

"I'll try to negotiate with the company again about the song. You still have a fever, so don't think about it too much. You should focus on getting better first."

Qin Yi removed her hand from her forehead, then immediately retorted, "What's the point of fighting for this? If they could have gotten it, they would have given it to you already."

"Do you not have any writing paper in your car, or do you think I'm joking?"

Putting aside their current relationship, even considering their years of friendship as classmates, Qin Yi would never allow her to be bullied like this.

No songs, no resources?

Unfortunately, I have a wealth of resources in my head.

Seeing the seriousness on Qin Yi's face, Chen Qianyu quickly switched to a coaxing tone, "Okay, okay~ I'll go get it for you..."

She didn't believe Qin Yi could write any good songs, so she thought to herself, "No matter what he writes, I'll just find someone else to revise it later, and then say it's his good writing."

With this thought in mind, Chen Qianyu jogged towards the parking lot.

Hearing Qin Yi say again that he wanted to find some hard things to pad the paper, she couldn't help but turn around, pull down her mask, and playfully stick out her tongue.

"Okay, I got it~"

She opened the trunk of the car, opened the box containing the manuscript paper, pinched the edge with her fingertips, and finally couldn't help but smile with her eyes narrowed.

When she asked Qin Yi just now, she felt both expectant and afraid.

She wondered if he liked her at least a little, but she was also afraid of hearing him say no.

Chen Qianyu hugged the manuscript paper to her chest and jogged back to the infusion room. When she saw the caller ID on her phone, she didn't hesitate to reject the call.

She doesn't want anyone to disturb their time together right now, not just anyone.

Qin Yi took the manuscript paper, pondering the notes and rhythms in his mind.

After having the idea, he started sketching on the paper while clapping his hands.

Despite still having a high fever, the musical notes in his mind were incredibly clear, prompting him to mutter to himself, "No wonder so many people like overclocking."

"Overclocking the CPU was the right thing to do."

Qin Yi crumpled up the discarded drafts and threw them into a bag. He thought about the syllables on the piano, and half an hour later, he wrote out the single-line melody of the song.

After the melody is determined, the next step is harmonic arrangement, which is a bit more complicated.

Since there are no suitable instruments to assist with the reproduction, relying solely on memory will certainly not result in a very good quality copy.

But let's write it down first and revise it later.

Qin Yi rubbed his temples; his head was starting to ache again.

"What musical instruments will be used?"

"Oh right, we need a saxophone, a piano, some upbeat instruments to go with this song."

Chen Qianyu didn't even look at the direction of the manuscript paper; her mind was entirely focused on Qin Yi's face.

She stared intently at the scene, wanting to etch it deeply into her memory and never forget it.

But as she looked at it, she suddenly felt empty inside.

She saw the same look in Qin Yi's eyes as when they were in school.

It was indignation at the injustice done to her good friend, but there was not a trace of affection in her eyes.

This familiar scene felt like a return to high school, to that afternoon after my hair was curled during the midterm exams.

At that time, Chen Qianyu was also watching with her face propped up, while Qin Yi was focused on correcting the mistakes on her test paper.

Now, their relationship seems to have changed, but upon closer inspection, it seems that nothing has changed at all.

In Chen Qianyu's opinion, their current relationship might be the best, but people are always greedy, and she is even more greedy.

He desperately hoped that there might be a hint of love in those eyes.

I don't want much.

A little bit.

Even just a little bit would be fine.

I don't want you to see other girls, and I don't want anyone else around you, whether they mean it or not, as long as they're looking at me.

Any kind of look is fine as long as they're looking at me.

So she secretly dragged Qin Yi to register, and then deliberately left him on the side of the road.

The threatening phone calls, the subsequent blocking, and the various pranks from their school days were all attempts to keep Qin Yi's attention on them.

It doesn't matter if Qin Yi complains, grumbles, or even hates you.

What she fears most right now is Qin Yi mentioning the word "divorce".

Once the bond of marriage is broken, Qin Yi will immediately turn away, and at that point, she will never have any further contact with him in her life.

I will never do it again.

Just like when the two of them were separated after graduating from high school.

One day, two days.

One month, two months.

At that time, Chen Qianyu always hoped that Qin Yi would send her a message, but every time her hopes were dashed.

In order to get Qin Yi's attention, she began to study singing and dancing diligently, but even after she became a rising star, she still didn't receive a single message.

So when Qin Yi said she was good-looking, her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

When I heard Qin Yi say, "Yes, what else?" those four simple words struck me deeply.

She couldn't help but think: How wonderful it would be if time could stand still at this moment forever.

I've liked you for ten years, but where do I stand in your heart?

Are they friends, or frenemy friends?

Is it someone you've known since childhood, or someone you recklessly dislike?

As she couldn't help but ask herself this question, Qin Yi suddenly turned his head and said something.

"Love you."