Wang Heng didn't know what happened in the Internet cafe that afternoon. He only knew that when Fu Hanwen returned to the dormitory, his eyes lost their spirit. Especially Fu Hanwen, it seemed that his life belief that supported him to move forward collapsed.

And for the next three days, neither of them started to play with blackmail again.

When Wang Heng asked jokingly, Fu Hanwen immediately said, "In a few days, there will be a series of final exams. Who is in the mood to play games?"

At this time, Tang Hexing finally revealed his true feelings: "You are obviously fighting with the deputy squad leader to fight the jungle, and then the two of them fought one-on-one, and they were abused unilaterally..."

Fu Hanwen immediately said angrily: "Xiao Tang, you are talking nonsense!"

Tang Hexing: "What nonsense? I saw you killed by her with my own eyes seven times, and she didn't have the power to fight back!"

Fu Hanwen jumped and shouted: "The key is runes! The trumpet I used is wrong, otherwise how could it be... Runes! One-on-one fight without runes, can this be called a hang-up?"

Tang Hexing: "Then why don't you change to a big player to play with her on the spot? Don't give the jungler to her."

Fu Hanwen: "I'm too lazy to care about girls! Isn't it just a few games? She just plays junglers, so what's the big deal?"

At this time, Wang Heng suddenly asked, "How was she doing in the jungle? Did you take you away later?"

Fu Hanwen quickly argued: "This game is won by the team, how can it rely on only one person! Victory cannot be due to one person's credit, and everyone must cooperate well."

Tang Hexing said, "That's right, the deputy squad leader took us away. I have been killed so many times by Xiao Fu, but the deputy squad leader has asked me to die very few times. Xiao Fu made the top order and died more than me!"

Fu Hanwen immediately looked depressed and uneasy, his face was covered with gray, and he said something in his mouth; this time it was all qew, tantalizing, and for the sake of teams, I didn't understand anything. At this time, the roommates also burst into laughter, and the dormitory was filled with joy.

———

Looking forward, looking forward, the final exam finally arrived.

In the discrete mathematics exam, Wang Heng was naturally full of confidence - tutoring and tutoring for several classmates was also a process of self-learning to strengthen the depth of understanding.

After getting the test paper, Wang Heng looked around.

The roommates sat far away, and the closest acquaintance to him was Feng Jiamiaomiao.

Feng Jiamiaomiao and Wang Heng are obviously not so unfamiliar with him. When they met his eyes, the girl smiled heartily, picked up the test paper, and kissed the test paper.

Wang Heng: "?"

Feng Jiamiaomiao said two words silently with her mouth: "Kissed."

Wang Heng: “…”

What is this? Is it a homophonic meme of Northeast Laotie?

———

Pei Ningle, holding a guitar, sat in her new home, looking at a large area of ​​tall buildings outside the window and the afternoon sunshine, and felt more comfortable. The longer she lived here, the more satisfied she was.

Compared to the rental house before, this apartment has a higher floor and a wider view. This makes the music girl more inspiring.

What's even better is that the sound insulation of this room is quite good, and the nearest neighbor seems to be no one at all, and it is vacant, so girls can relax and sing at home - as long as you don't use too much effort to sing the high notes, there is basically no problem. Even sitting by the bed playing guitar, this dream operation can now become a daily project in reality.

Pei Ningle looked at the notebook next to him and added the last stroke on it.

Then she picked up the guitar and sang it again.

"I had insomnia until three or four o'clock in the middle of the night.

Only your perfect side face is left in front of you.

Threads of red lines,

It's broken at your hands..."

As she sang like this, she couldn't help but recall that night in the imperial capital, where she, Han Yixuan and Wang Heng lived in the same room.

A musician who expresses herself honestly, the inspiration for her works is of course based on reality. She still can't forget the feeling of melancholy when she looked at Han Yixuan's side face in the middle of the night.

He is his best friend, his love rival, his accomplice who holds him in Wang Heng's room, and his obstacle to secretly approaching Wang Heng... Isn't the perfect love red line in Han Yixuan's hands tied into a dead knot?

Pei Ningle has never liked love songs, especially the bloody love songs involving third parties. But after singing this song, it is difficult to make mistakes. Perhaps it is because the emotions implicit in this song are stronger and more entangled than the first two songs, so the lyrics and music are more moving?

"I actually started writing love songs too..." Pei Ningle smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and called Wang Heng.

Since the new song has been written, we should naturally say it to the agent.

However, the phone was not connected and the other party turned off.

Pei Ningle thought about it and suddenly realized a possibility: "Oh, by the way, he said he would take the exam recently, so he turned off... What about Xiaoxuan? But if this song is for Xiaoxuan..."

In a sense, this is not only a love song, but also a complaint about the best friend and love rival. It seems a bit wrong to listen to the person who is being criticized?

But Han Yixuan is also her agent, and it seems even more wrong to avoid her on purpose.

After hesitating for a long time, Pei Ningle still called Han Yixuan's cell phone. This time, it was connected.

As soon as the phone was opened, Han Yixuan asked in a hurry: "What's the matter, Xiaole?"

Pei Ningle's tone was still a little embarrassed: "Are you very busy recently?"

"I'm busy reviewing recently," Han Yixuan sighed, "I've lost a little more courses this semester, and my grade point in the first semester is so high, so I don't want to make a big regression in the second semester."

Why did he missed many courses? There was no need to say it out loud, Pei Ningle had already realized that this was because he was an agent for himself and helped with various things.

So Pei Ningle became even more embarrassed. After a few seconds of confusion, she whispered: "My third song has been written, but I can contact the recording studio alone and make the song..."

Han Yixuan: "Come on, Xiaole, I won't be with you!"

Pei Ningle breathed a sigh of relief when the phone hung up.

After sorting out the ideas of lyrics and music and arrangement on mobile phones, Pei Ningle made an appointment with a recording engineer and decided to go to the trial tomorrow.

At this time, Wang Heng called over.

"Hey, did you call me just now?"

Listening to his voice, Pei Ningle took a deep breath and said, "My third song has been written, about you."

Wang Heng: “…”

Pei Ningle: "In fact, it's not just you, but Xiaoxuan is also in the song."

Wang Heng: "… clams?"

Pei Ningle: "I'll go to the recording studio tomorrow. Do you want to come and listen?"

Wang Heng made a quick decision: "Don't say it, you can record a demo on your phone now and send it to me with the lyrics and music!"
Chapter completed!