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

Su Che decided to return to his roots, pick up what he had abandoned in his previous escape, and continue moving forward.

Although my father's strength sounds terrifying, I'll have to face him sooner or later, won't I?

Just because the opponent is invincible, should we just keep hiding like cowards? Wouldn't all the hard work of our team and everyone who is fighting for the team be for nothing?

Even assuming the worst, is Dad really invincible?

Su Che once heard his mother say something like this—

“Your father’s health is extremely poor. He spends half the year seeking medical treatment or taking medication to prolong his life. It’s a miracle he’s still alive.”

Su Che didn't pay much attention to these words at the time, thinking it was just a common "ill health" comment.

But now, upon closer reflection, it becomes clear that Mom generally doesn't exaggerate things.

She said his health was poor, and it really was poor, extremely poor, otherwise it wouldn't have been singled out and emphasized like this.

"very good."

"Build a strong team first."

"If you can't compete with a team, compete with originality."

"If you can't compete on originality, then compete on who lasts the longest."

"If my team and I can't beat you, do you think I'll die before you?"

"And if I die after you, does that mean you can't even piss in front of your grave? You can only listen to me vent my anger on your tombstone? Hmm?"

Su Che's hatred for "him" had gone to the point of madness. He was obsessed with turning the tables and slapping him in the face, and even forgot that his physical condition was not optimistic.

Years of overwork and kidney deficiency have left him feeling extremely tired every time he wakes up in bed.

This was all based on the premise that everyone in the team understood the importance of saving money and not eating much.

Otherwise, he will not be able to go out smoothly or get out of bed normally.

"Let's go, have some breakfast, and then go home."

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……

Su Che and his group checked out of the hotel around 9:30 a.m.

When checking out, we discovered that the "Paradise" team next door had already left.

Looking back on their team's experience, it's clear that there are many teams that are having an even harder time than they are.

Su Che briefly put himself in their shoes: not only was there a mole within the "Paradise" team, but the entire group had also been publicly judged by the judges for having a "poor image score"...

This kind of blow might be even more devastating than being told that their "songs are garbage".

After all, if a song isn't good, you can write a new one; but if your face isn't good-looking, you can't just change your face next time.

"Sigh, Nana lost 50 pounds because of cyberbullying... This shows just how terrifying the power of words can be."

Su Che shook his head and sighed slightly. He got into the car and looked down at his phone at the message Xiang Xuechuan had left for him.

【Master, our team might have to disband. But it's okay, as long as I can watch you win championships step by step, I'll do anything. Next, I'll follow your instructions and find a way to make money. Don't worry, I'll earn clean money with my own hands and then transfer the agreed amount to you without missing a penny. And, I also hope that Master can praise me more often...】

"..."

although.

Playing with young girls was not Su Che's intention.

But when it comes to lessons learned, along with huge gains, the already corrupt Su Che believes he can play the bad guy for once.

"I've already fallen to this point, and my fate is tied to others, so what's wrong with dragging one of them down with me?"

Having turned to the dark side, he had no intention of showing any mercy to Xiang Xuechuan.

He replied directly:

[Speed ​​up. Also, don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary. Understand?]

Xiang Xuechuan: "Yes, Master, yes..."

Su Che didn't know if she was normal or not, but he could clearly sense that Xiang Xuechuan seemed to be quite addicted to the feeling of being "dominated."

In fact, this fetish may be related to the fact that she has dominated men for many years and rarely been dominated herself.

"Indeed, humans are creatures with very strong polarities."

Su Che sighed slightly and let Xiang Xuechuan run its course freely.

The vehicle moved slowly forward, and all the equipment had been loaded into it.

Unlike the anxiety they felt on the way there, everyone was rather quiet on the way back, and all looked exhausted.

The end of the competition signifies the conclusion of one phase.

The new phase requires new motivation to drive it, and the fuel for that motivation lies entirely in the core of the team—namely, Su Che's personal state and reward settings.

He is not in good condition right now, so no one dares to speak loudly or disturb his peace of mind.

When asked about what he needed to do after returning, Su Che glanced at the date.

"Everyone can go to school and attend classes as usual from Monday to Friday. Then we'll have a big meeting on Saturday to assign tasks related to the new song. If we count them up, we actually only have about 10 weeks left. Every day of these is crucial for self-improvement."

Pressure can be a motivator, Su Che's words drew the attention of all the women in the car.

"Ah Che, can I... write songs...?"

Yuan Xiao lacked confidence in her abilities and couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. "I've only been in this hobby for a short time... I can play the piano from sheet music, and I can memorize sheet music by rote... But if I were to write something myself... it's not that I can't write, but I'm afraid it will sound too childish, not good, or ridiculous to the judges... I'm afraid of that..."

The child was very honest and fully expressed his/her inner worries.

Su Che liked the little bird's honesty, so he gently rubbed her cheek and patiently said:

"If there are any problems, everyone can help you revise and solve them, but if you don't dare to take the first step, then 10 years later, you won't think of having the courage to write a song yourself."

"!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiao froze in his seat.

Gradually, a look of understanding appeared on his face.

"I understand."

She suddenly said:

"I completely understand."

"As long as I take the first step, I can keep getting stronger and become the kind of person A-Che likes."

Su Che: "...This isn't the way I like it."

Yuan Xiao: "Become whatever you want to play!"

"I'll say it again, that's not what I meant..."

The two of them chatted back and forth, revitalizing the lifeless atmosphere inside the car.

An Qing, sitting in the back seat, couldn't help but fall into deep thought as she watched the scene unfold before her.

"An original song..."

"Lyric writing and stuff..."

"Shouldn't there be a theme?"

An Qing has never written songs, but she understands that whether it's writing songs or painting, a new work must have a theme before it is created.

The core meaning and significance of this theme will directly determine the quality of the final product.

Therefore, if you're going to write lyrics, you must first think about a certain direction and convey a certain emotion.

What emotions should we convey?

The girl pondered deeply.

I thought and thought, and it had to be the emotion I most wanted to express, the most important one.

So, what is the most important, the most urgent, and the emotion that people most want to empathize with?

An Qing's face stiffened.

After much deliberation, I finally arrived at the answer—

"Yes. 'The feeling of something so close yet impossible to fully grasp.'"

"Mine, but not mine."

"I want to express this feeling."

……

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Chapter 256 Secret Rendezvous and Private Meal

The group arrived at the mansion around noon.

Because he had been away from home for three days, the maids surrounded him the moment he returned, expressing their longing for their master.

Whether it's the head maid Bai Qiao or the second maid Jiang Yuezhu, at first glance, the beautiful girls in the house all have expressions of longing on their faces...

Like thirsty kittens left unfed for a long time, even the maids looked pitiful and full of longing for food...

Su Che didn't know if their good intentions were genuine or not, but in any case, the house was spotless and everything was neatly organized, which was worthy of praise.

"Thank you all for your hard work during this time."

Su Che put down the violin case and walked straight toward the sofa.

The maids took the luggage and accompanied the luggage.

"Young Master, how did the competition go?"

Bai Qiao followed beside him, carefully observing his expression.

It's clear that although he spoke gently, he wasn't actually happy.

I thought it was a bad start, a defeat and a return home empty-handed.