Chapter 75 Can You Be My Boyfriend?

"What are you talking about?"

After taking a shower, Ying Chanxi changed into a cute pink pajamas, walked out in slippers with wet feet, covered her head with a white towel to wipe her hair, and asked the two people in the living room.

When Li Luo saw her coming out, he stood up and walked into the kitchen, helped her serve the fried noodles and brought them to the dining table.

Xu Youyu glanced at Li Luo, sighed, and complained to Ying Chanxi: "Another vice president of the Literature Society invited him to join the society, but he turned it down directly."

"I told him I knew him, and the president asked me to give it a try, but I didn't know he would be so disrespectful."

Li Luo pushed the fried noodles in front of Ying Chanxi, subconsciously took out a hair dryer from the drawer next to him, plugged it in, walked behind Ying Chanxi, and took the towel off her head.

Hearing what Xu Youyu said, he immediately rolled his eyes: "I have already agreed to your request."

"You agreed?" Ying Chanxi was just about to take the first bite of fried noodles when he heard this answer. He immediately turned his head to look at Li Luo behind him.

"Just talk." Li Luo silently wiped his face, wiped off the water stains from her hair, and pressed her head back, "Don't move your head."

"Oh." Ying Chanxi turned his head back angrily, "Someone said in the evening that he didn't want to join the literature club. I asked someone to join with me, but he was not happy."

"Haha." Li Luo smiled and tapped her head twice, "If you are willing to take care of the sanitation for a month, then I am willing to do the same."

"Ah?" Ying Chanxi was stunned for a moment and looked at Xu Youyu opposite him.

Noticing Ying Chanxi's gaze, Xu Youyu immediately rolled his eyes: "This guy originally wanted me to wash his clothes for a month! How shameless!"

"That's really shameless." Ying Chanxi tightened her face. She felt that if she were asked to choose, she would probably choose to do laundry.

"Isn't washing clothes easier than cleaning?" Li Luo analyzed seriously, "It's not like we don't have a washing machine at home."

"Hehe." Xu Youyu buried his head in eating fried noodles, too lazy to argue with him about such trivial matters.

Anyway, when she originally rented a house here, she had agreed with several other seniors on weekly cleaning tasks.

Now I just take care of everything myself.

And the house is actually not that dirty. Normally, several people are in school, so only the kitchen and the toilet need to be cleaned, and other places are very clean.

At this moment, Li Luo's cell phone on the table vibrated.

Ying Chanxi was eating noodles while enjoying Li Luo's hair dryer service. When he heard the phone vibrating, he kindly picked it up for him.

"your phone."

"Oh." Li Luo turned off the hair dryer, picked up the phone, and found that it was Yan Zhusheng calling. He was suddenly confused and couldn't think of why she called at this time.

As soon as he answered the phone, he heard Yan Zhusheng on the other end say to him: "Li Luo, I really like you, can you date me?"

Li Luo: “…What are you doing?”

"Record a song." Yan Zhusheng said honestly, "Reject me quickly."

"No... don't you live in school? How can I record a song for you in the dormitory?" Li Luo replied speechlessly, then put the hair dryer on the table very naturally and walked towards the bedroom.

After entering the bedroom and closing the door, Li Luo heard Yan Zhusheng answer: "I asked the teacher for leave and I am at home now."

"so?"

"I asked a teacher to make an ancient style arrangement, so now I can record "Annual Rings." Yan Zhusheng said, "I need to find the feeling."

Li Luo covered his forehead with a headache expression, then took a deep breath: "Come on, I'm ready."

"Okay." Yan Zhusheng nodded and said again, "Li Luo, I like you very much. Can you be my boyfriend?"

"Sorry, I don't plan to have a relationship for the time being." Li Luo refused coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

Li Luo looked down at his phone in surprise, and said "shit" in his heart, thinking, this is too fast.

Throw it away after use?
However, despite all the complaints, Li Luo still recognizes Yan Zhusheng's professional ability.

He went to Yan Zhusheng's house on Sunday. Now it was only Tuesday, but the most basic arrangement was already done and he could start recording the vocal part.

It was this timing that was chosen very explosively.

Fortunately, he did not turn on the speakerphone when he was in the living room just now, otherwise, when he heard Yan Zhusheng's confession in front of Ying Chanxi and Xu Youyu, Li Luo couldn't imagine how explosive the effect would be.

Putting the phone in his pocket, Li Luo walked out of the bedroom and picked up the hair dryer again.

Ying Chanxi, who was eating fried noodles, asked in confusion: "Who called just now?"

"It's Yan Zhusheng's."

"Ah?" Xu Youyu was also curious, "She called you at this time?"

"Yeah." Li Luo nodded and explained, "She took a leave and went home to help me with the music arrangement."

Li Luo didn’t mention the song “Annual Rings”.

He had previously told Yan Zhusheng that he wanted her to record this song because he didn’t want other people to know that he wrote the song.

After all, Xu Youyu had read his novels. If the song "Annual Rings" came out and they were connected, wouldn't she be able to guess that she had rekindled her love?
This is absolutely not allowed. As for Ying Chanxi, Li Luo was mainly afraid that his mother would let the secret slip and she would find out by accident.

Given Ying Chanxi's personality, if he knew that a certain online article was written by him, he would definitely take a look at it even if he didn't usually read online articles.

So Li Luo is now trying to hide as much as possible.

When it is really exposed someday, we will drag Xu Youyu into the water with us.

If I die, my sister who goes to bed early cannot live!
With this thought in mind, Li Luo's mood suddenly became better.

Ying Chanxi, who was eating fried noodles, said, "Then you have to reward her well. When we go to her house on Saturday, let's buy some food."

"Okay, I'll tell her then."

……

Huayue Film and Television, downtown Yuhang City.

Outside a high-end recording studio.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when Ying Zhicheng finished his work.

When I was passing by the company's recording studio after get off work, I saw that the lights were still on inside, so I couldn't help but stop.

Seeing this, the secretary beside him immediately reminded: "It should be Yuan Wanqing who is recording songs. She has been polishing her new album during this period."

"Oh, did the song invitation go smoothly before?" Ying Zhicheng asked casually as he walked towards the door of the recording studio.

"Well, the ten songs for this album have been confirmed."

"That's fine." Ying Zhicheng nodded, then walked to the door of the recording studio and knocked.

Soon, the door was opened from the inside.

"Wanqing, are you still recording songs so late?" Ying Zhicheng said with a smile when he saw the female singer who looked to be in her thirties.

"It's not too late." Although Yuan Wanqing is already 38 years old, she has maintained herself well and looks like she is still 27 or 28 years old. When she saw Ying Zhicheng coming in, she smiled politely and said, "After all, we can't let Mr. Ying down."

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. The most important thing is to take care of your health. You have finally cured your heart disease, so you should pay more attention to your work and rest schedule." Ying Zhicheng walked into the recording studio and sat down on the sofa.

"Well, I've almost finished recording. I'll go back after a break." Yuan Wanqing poured Ying Zhicheng a glass of water, and the two started chatting.

Yuan Wanqing was the leading actress in music at Huayue Film and Television at the beginning of the century and sang many popular songs.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. In 03, he was diagnosed with heart disease. He went abroad for treatment for several years and then returned to China for recuperation for a few years before his condition stabilized.

Now, more than ten years have passed, Yuan Wanqing plans to return to the public eye, and Ying Zhicheng has also made some arrangements for the handover.

While the two were chatting, Luo Fei, the recording engineer who was helping Yuan Wanqing record a song, was bored and hummed a little tune.

As a result, Yuan Wanqing turned her head to look at her good friend Luo Fei and asked in confusion: "What song are you humming? It doesn't seem to be from my album, right?"

"Ah?" Luo Fei was stunned for a moment, then said, "Well, this is a song that your Zhusheng asked me to compose, so I just hummed a few lines."

"Didn't she go to school?" Yuan Wanqing frowned, "She wrote the song herself?"

"Then I don't know, probably." Luo Fei shrugged, "It's just a pop song, with an ancient style."

"Oh?" Ying Zhicheng raised his eyebrows with interest, "Your daughter can write songs? Can I hear them?"

"Sure." Yuan Wanqing nodded and said, "Fei Fei, let it go for a while."

"Wait a moment." Luo Fei made an OK gesture and said with a smile, "She just sent a version over today, so it's a good time to listen to it."

After a while, Yan Zhusheng's melodious and slightly sad voice was heard in the recording studio.

Just a few minutes.

Several people were immersed in Yan Zhusheng's singing.

After listening to it, Ying Zhicheng savored it silently, and then suddenly said, "Recently, our company has a fairy-tale love drama, and they are soliciting theme songs. Would you like to try your daughter's song?"

"Hmm?" Yuan Wanqing was stunned for a moment, "Is it okay?"

"It's just a call for applications, and you may not be selected." Ying Zhicheng smiled, "It won't hurt to try."

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Ying."

"No trouble, this song sounds pretty good, at least the melody is catchy and has the potential to become popular." Ying Zhicheng said this, then stood up and said to the secretary, "Please remember this. We will leave first, and you should go to bed early."

"Okay, Mr. Ying, take care."

Yuan Wanqing saw Ying Zhicheng off, then turned around and looked at Luo Fei.

"I'll make a copy and send it to Mr. Ying's secretary when the time comes." Luo Fei said.

"Just take responsibility for this matter." Yuan Wanqing smiled, then instantly restrained her expression and asked abruptly, "Fei Fei, do you think... Zhu Sheng is in love?"

(End of this chapter)