At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

After dinner, the two little ones went out together, saying they were going to the largest shopping mall nearby and that they would be back before it closed at 10:30.

Su Che was able to clear his mind and focus his energy on important matters.

I opened my workstation, logged into the social media app, and first browsed the pile of private messages.

Sure enough, Blank sent a long image, saying it was a "team uniform design drawing," and asked me to review it. If I thought it was okay, I could proceed to the next step, which was making the clothes.

Su Che's gaze lingered on the picture, noting that it was labeled "a stage outfit primarily in the visual kei style."

Seven color schemes were listed, with the overall color scheme consisting of black, black and pink, and black and gray. The lead vocalist wore black and pink, the guitarist and bassist wore black, and the drummer and keyboardist wore black and gray.

Each garment is sized to fit the corresponding musician's measurements, and features subtle differences in design details, resulting in exquisite yet personalized pieces.

Su Che could tell that this was the most avant-garde design aesthetic of the time; even just the floor plan was pleasing to the eye.

If they were to actually make the product and wear it, it would probably be even more impactful.

"Great! Excellent!"

Su Che gave three "good"s in a row, expressing his high appreciation for the blank work results.

The message had barely been sent, and before I could even properly offer any praise, Blank replied instantly:

"Dude! I haven't slept for three days and three nights! That's seven sets! Seven sets! My head is spinning right now, and if I don't see your 800-word praise, I might not be able to breathe! Waaaaah..."

"...?"

Good guy.

Su Che pondered, "She's got quite an appetite, isn't she? Even short essays aren't enough for her?"

Alright then, we'll have to deal with her using the "Paperclip Praise Method" from the "Bad Water Techniques".

If you want it, just give it to me.

Let's see how many moves she can withstand.

Su Che couldn't help but laugh as he typed a reply:

"Actually, before I contacted you, I knew that only you could do this well."

blank:"!"

"When it comes to aesthetics, you've sent me a lot of pictures of maid outfits, and I immediately understood that we have similar tastes. Besides, your pictures are all the kind I like the most."

"Is this...my favorite?!"

"Hmm. I won't hide it from you anymore. Actually, I've been influenced by the traditional maid culture since I was a child. But I know that there is no such perfect maid as in the picture. So when you showed it to me, I didn't say anything on the surface, but I kept thinking in my heart that I would be happy to meet someone like that. I would even be willing to be locked in a room for ten days without food or water."

"What...! Ten days is also possible...?"

"Yes. I think that people who share similar aesthetic tastes will definitely have no problem getting along. That's why I stopped taking other jobs after accepting your commission, and I don't do much companionship anymore."

"Me! Am I the only one?!"

"Of course. Also, I really like the team uniform you designed. You mentioned before that you like watching live performances. If you have the chance when you come back, I can invite you to our team's live performance, and the tickets will be on me."

"!!!"

A series of combined punches left my already foggy mind completely bewildered.

Somehow, I felt that all my hard work had paid off.

I am someone who can be understood by him, appreciated and appreciated by him.

In that case, wouldn't it be reasonable to ask him for some intense retaliation when we meet?

"Hey, you like maid outfits? No problem at all. I've bought your plane ticket. Just wait, you'll see me in 15 days. I'll show you what a real maid is all about."

Oh right, I suggest you eat more good food for the next two weeks..."

"Hmm? Okay?"

"Yes, yes, I mean nutritious foods, like oysters, chives, squid, yams, and the like—high-protein foods, you know? I'm worried that you won't get enough nutrition while you're admiring the clothes, and that would be terrible."

"what……?"

Su Che hissed, not quite understanding the connection between the two, but he still sent an OK sign to indicate that he would try to eat something good.

In reality, they didn't take it seriously.

"I'll send you the specific dates later. I've already booked the hotel. Just bring your people, and you don't need to worry about anything else."

"No, let me confirm, you booked an e-sports hotel, right?"

"Yes, yes, the kind where we can play games together."

Blank replied flawlessly, "When you're tired of playing, you can lie down. There are two beds in the back, a layout where you can sleep. It's perfect for a team, even though there are only two of us."

"Oh... okay, I understand."

Su Che thought there was nothing wrong with it, "I will set aside a day."

"Uh-huh."

Blank unusually suppressed his usual urge to confide, as if he was restraining himself from revealing his excited and agitated emotions.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Su Che forwarded the picture to the band's group chat, indicating that he wanted to ask his teammates for their opinions.

Upon seeing his seven consecutive images, the previously quiet group chat immediately became lively—

Yuan Xiao: "Frog Fun! So beautiful... Is this something I can wear? Can I become this beautiful too!"

Gu Zhi: "It's really nice, but the outfit I'm wearing seems a bit small in the bust size in the pictures. I've been developing recently, so I might need to have it altered."

Xiao Xiao: "...Such a precious and exquisite item, I definitely can't afford it at the normal price..."

Yu tide: "Junior, who did you get to draw this? This designer is really something."

An Qing: "Is it a woman?"

"..."

Su Che was drenched in sweat.

Even though her cat was outside, she could still reply instantly and capture crucial information.

She is currently unaware that the so-called designer is her only client for companionship, and that this employment relationship has deteriorated to the point of being about to take off, making it precarious.

Su Che pondered how to answer everyone's questions, and after thinking for a long time, the best answer he came up with was—not to answer.

That's right, all I need is the design drawings. My only purpose is to show them to everyone and see if anyone has any objections.

If everyone praises it, then it means it has passed.

Once you pass, you can continue. It has nothing to do with whether the designer is male or female.

"It seems everyone likes it, that's great. I've also received Gu Zhi's feedback, and I'll pass it on to the designer. So, that's all for now. I estimate everyone will be able to wear the clothes soon, no more than 20 days."

Su Che's algorithm is based on the time of her return to China. If she finishes the clothes and sends them over before returning to China, the return date will be earlier.

But even with seven outfits, the workload is still enormous.

The thought of how she received so little money to produce so many finished products, including highly designed stage outfits, made Su Che feel like he owed her a lot.

Let's ask her what she wants when we meet; it's not very convenient to do it online these days.

He kept this in mind for the time being.

The chat in the group continued, with over 99 messages quickly circulated, all revolving around speculation about the designer.

The clue of "burning cats outside the team" led to the conclusion that the person was an "enemy spy."

The conversation ranged from "keeping a mistress in a golden house" to "resisting stray cats."

He couldn't bear to read the women's analyses anymore, so he quickly left the chat channel and turned his attention to his daily writing.

Su Che had put aside his creative work for a long time, because he knew very well that he was not a god and could not possibly have the ability to do two things at the same time.

To excel in one area, one must weaken the other.

Any genius who tries to excel in multiple fields will find that they cannot fully utilize their original strengths.

Su Che was well aware of this, so his recent shift in focus was not unprepared. Instead, he slowed down his research while preparing for his new book, thus leaving some room for his music career to develop.

"Let's try following my senior's grand plan first, and do my best to challenge 'him.' If that doesn't work, we'll consider other options. I refuse to believe that with everyone's combined strength, we can't do anything about him."

"No one in the team slacked off, and everyone took it seriously. Even though Gu Zhi might not be that passionate about music, she never neglected her practice."

Yuan Xiao and An Qing are both promising players, and the senior and Xiao Xiao are reliable teammates. In terms of roster, they shouldn't be any worse than that person, right?

"As for myself, with Miya at home, she practices the piano every day. Through this kind of exposure, I will also improve."

"After a comprehensive upgrade, I don't think he's still invincible."

Recalling what Teacher Yang had said at the Grammys, Su Che clicked his tongue and scoffed at the idea that it was "impossible to win."

"Then let's give it a try and see if I can surpass his level back then."

Su Che acted on his thought immediately, got up, walked to the humidity control cabinet, and took out the latest Merida that had been stored inside.

This guitar is called "Xiao Mei". It's a solid wood guitar that costs over six thousand yuan. It's not a luxury item, much less a magical instrument.

It was just a "playable instrument," and her biological father had used it to play a masterpiece when he was about the same age as her in a nearby shop.

According to Teacher Yang, it's a full combo, without any flaws.

"Then I'll give it a try."

Su Che found the piece he had casually played years ago, bought it online, and opened the original sheet music. Upon looking at it, the dense notes and technical markings made him dizzy.

"Is this kind of big fingerstyle strumming really something he just played without looking at the sheet music...?"

An overwhelming pressure hit.

Su Che vaguely felt that there was a terrifying phantom of a demon in front of him, with an overwhelming aura. He had to concentrate and do his best to barely resist this evil energy, otherwise he would be instantly killed.

He squinted, tuned the strings, sat down in front of the music stand, placed the sheet music printed by his home printer on it, and began to challenge the master pieces.

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……

Time passed by, minute by minute.

When An Qing led her well-behaved kitten home and opened the door,

Seeing Su Che sprawled out on the large bed, his eyes vacant...