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

Now, Su Che understood.

UU, who brought up the subject, was indeed as she said, always very tactful during their meetings.

Even when she was completely naked and open with everyone, she remained relatively gentle and cautious, unlike some lustful women who liked to stand up and kick.

"Okay, I'll try to appreciate your good points."

Su Che gave a vague and unrealistic promise.

That alone made UU happy: "Okay! Let's...begin~"

-

……

The two reached a "consensus" in the hotel.

The next day.

Su Che and UU left hand in hand, their relationship heating up overnight.

He didn't know if he was under a spell or what, but after midnight, the more he looked at her, the more pleasing she seemed to him, and the more he felt that she was his "benefactor".

Moreover, UU got into a good mood and, after taking a shower, took out a crystal ball from her bag and did a fortune telling for Su Che on the spot! She said it was a free gift as compensation for his hard work.

Su Che naturally cooperated throughout the process and listened to the results.

She said that in the coming period, his career would take off, he would be emotionally exhausted, his finances would gradually improve, and he would suffer a severe emotional blow...

Such a confusing prediction is a mixed bag, and in Su Che's understanding, it's a 50/50 chance.

Regardless, any breakthrough in his career is a good thing, since his only career right now is his band.

If the band can keep moving forward, it doesn't matter if they are emotionally and mentally exhausted or work hard.

Su Che accepted the outcome and spent the entire Sunday with the witch cat, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

The evening performance went very smoothly. The stage was in a medium-sized theater in the next district, which frequently hosts operas.

Since it was a song that had been performed before, and there had been a last-minute warm-up yesterday, Su Che had no trouble operating it at all.

They perfectly executed this performance according to UU's requirements.

"I will transfer 7 yuan to you after the official remittance is received, don't worry."

This is UU's promise.

As for Asai Suzune...

When asked about her earnings from the performance, UU smiled but remained silent, refusing to answer.

It wasn't until they were on their way home that Asai Suzune reluctantly revealed—

"I received 1700 yuan for this performance..."

Su Che: "? Isn't that no different from performing at a bar for one night?"

"Yes... After I protested last time, the base fee of 5000 yuan was reduced to less than 2000 yuan... She said if I didn't do it, there were plenty of people willing to do it... She wanted to give you all of my share of the money..."

Asai Suzune muttered weakly.

These words made Su Che feel a little guilty. He could tell that her money wasn't gone, but rather transferred by UU...

Transfer it to your own pocket.

Su Che had a terrible headache.

I can't offer to pay her back voluntarily, because if UU finds out, it would definitely go against her wishes.

So he decided to compensate Lingyin in other ways to make her feel less bad.

So, he symbolically took a small sip of sweet milk in front of her.

Asai Suzune watched his Adam's apple bob, and liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach.

at last,

He smiled contentedly.

-

Su Che returned home with incredibly complicated feelings.

Lying on the sofa, clutching my phone, I tried to distract myself from the lingering taste of condensed milk.

Sweet, sticky, and salty.

It's obvious that something was added to it.

It was already 11 p.m., and the kittens were all still in their rooms, some resting and others sleeping.

Seeing that he did not want to be disturbed, the head maid dismissed the other maids and obediently stayed by his side in silence.

Su Che is used to doing things ahead of time and likes to get the answer to everything as soon as possible.

"Tomorrow is the start of a new round of classes. Should I... ask Mikami in advance if she's available to help with the lyrics writing?"

After thinking it over, he found Mikami Fubuki's ID in his Fetion friend list.

Dongzhi said, "Mikami-kun, are you busy? I have something I want to ask you."

I thought sending a message at 11 PM might bother her, or that she might already be asleep, but to my surprise, Mikami Fubuki replied within 10 seconds!

"Senior brother! I'm here. What's the problem? Please ask."

Her profile picture started moving, and Su Che breathed a sigh of relief, immediately getting straight to the point:

“I see that you seem to be very good at original compositions, and the songs you write are all great. Whether it's composition or arrangement, they are all commercially viable works with a high level of completion. So I was wondering if you would be willing to collaborate with me and my band to help complete our new song…?”

Mikami Fubuki: "!"

It was obvious that she had fallen for Su Che's wicked scheme.

What is the highest praise for a musician or music student?

Are you good-looking? Do you have excellent taste? Are you really well-off?

No, no, no, all such praise is off track. What they really want to hear is, "Your work is awesome."

The more professional a person is, the more they care about the impression their work makes on people. This is not limited to the music field; it is similar in other art fields as well.

At this moment, after being praised by her handsome senior classmate, Mikami Fubuki's heart was already fluttering and her face was burning.

Her soft body, lying on the bed, was restless. She rolled around in the blanket about 30 times until she was panting. Then she pursed her lips, thinking about how to respond to his praise.

"...I'm so happy that my senior likes my work! But...but...how did you know I wrote songs...? Could it be...did you specifically search for me?"

Mikami Fubuki's response was quite skillful; the subtext was, "Are you interested in me?"

Su Che's expression hardened slightly as he pondered how to defuse her response.

"If I just agree, she might misunderstand me and start bothering me..."

"But if I deny it, she might feel disappointed and reject me."

"My goal now is to ensure that An Qing has someone to assist her so that the team's song can be successfully produced. So, theoretically speaking, I should sacrifice my own interests for the greater good."

He had a clear mind and weighed the pros and cons of speaking.

What remains uncertain is Mikami Fubuki's attitude towards him, a classmate he's only met once, and what her inner needs are.

If you communicate with her in a transactional manner, you can try to ensure that the relationship doesn't cross any lines, but she might very well propose strange bargaining chips...

For example, niche interests like those of Suzune Asai who want to play the role of a mother.

Su Che hesitated for a long time, and seeing that if he didn't reply soon, it would easily turn into a read but no reply, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and choose option one - "go along with what she said".

"Well, ever since the class, I've found Mikami to be very charming, especially during ensemble performances, which made me feel incredibly smooth and clear... So I couldn't help but look up information about you everywhere."

Su Che went all out with his act, "But after searching for a long time, I only found some of your works that you've posted on music platforms. After listening to them, I was deeply impressed. I realized that, as expected, Mikami-kun is more than just what she shows in class. Then, I had an idea... I thought, if I could get Mikami-kun to help me with the lyrics for a new song... perhaps the quality of my work would be elevated and transformed..."

The moment the message was sent, the "typing..." message on the other end was already flashing repeatedly.

Su Che suppressed a laugh, secretly thinking to himself that he was incredibly wicked.

Seeing his expression, Bai Qiao, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Young master, which girl are you seducing now?"

No. Don't make assumptions about me.

"is it?"

She walked over and peeked out, disbelieving.

Su Che didn't try to hide it from her. He simply held his phone screen forward and pointed openly to the ID "Classmate: Mikami Fubuki" at the top, explaining, "See? This is my classmate. I'm inviting her to collaborate on a song."

"oh oh……"

Bai Qiao nodded thoughtfully, just about to say something like, "So the young master also talks about serious matters with girls in the middle of the night,"

But then, quite coincidentally, the other side replied with a message—

"Okay, okay! Senior brother! I really didn't expect you to like me this much! Don't they say, 'The work reflects the person'? So if you like my work, it means you like... like me as a person! I understand, senior brother's feelings... I completely receive them."

"Well, I've been staying at a relative's house recently because it's convenient for going to school, so I haven't been able to move out. If you're interested in me and want to develop our relationship, I'll go looking at apartments tomorrow and rent a one-bedroom... That way, you can come over anytime and we can discuss songwriting together all night long! We can write songs together, play instruments together, and practice things we've never played before!"

……

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Chapter 267 Mutual Support, Eliminate If You Have It

Mikami's overly enthusiastic behavior caused the innocent Su Che to witness the head maid's expression change.

Immediately, she was subjected to a whole night of "punishment-level service" to warn someone, "Don't deceive the head maid at home, chatting and laughing with the stray cats outside, while turning a blind eye to the loyal and thirsty head maid at home."

The next day, Su Che, looking disheveled and completely exhausted, struggled to escape from the head maid's room. He barely packed anything, carrying his equipment and a kitten as he left.

This is Su Che's new day.

"Hey cat owner, what's wrong? Why do you look so tense? It's weird."

Driving to school, Su Che pondered how to respond to Mikami's enthusiasm.

Miya noticed something was wrong with him and blinked curiously, staring at his profile.