Zhou Shike has a pair of very beautiful legs, with smooth muscle lines, fitted on the beautiful hips, and the hip lines are smoothly downwards, stretching and straightening on the calf, and closing them to the ankles.

The tail hangs softly from the top, and even without touching it with your hands, you can imagine the delicate and smooth touch like the skin of a newborn baby. It is a little longer, and when it kneels down, the tip of the tail will drag on the ground, creating a different kind of lazy and seductive feeling.

Zhou Shike was willing to accept the loss of the bet, but after losing, he slept in the guest room for three days in depression.

Fu Simian is rare to coax people. He is a very passive person in terms of emotions, but whether he can or not is different from whether he can or not.

In the past, Fu Simian had no intention and took everything for granted, but now even if he changed his attitude, his approach is still so clumsy and honest.

He was scrambling the keys at the door of the room.

One handful a day.

After three moves, Zhou Shike looked down at the fourth car key that appeared on the floor at the door. He was about to step over without looking at the eye, Zhou Shixun, who came from beside him, began to become sarcastic.

"Is it still arguing? Tell me why I quarrel?" Zhou Shixun was going to take photos in the afternoon, but he stayed up late last night and was pouring black coffee to relieve swelling.

Zhou Shike couldn't say it.

He pursed his lips and didn't say anything. Zhou Shixun looked around and confirmed that there was no one. He came over and asked in a low voice: "Tell me, I'll argue with Yang Xiao too. When he turned around, he would also send me a car like Xiao Fu. I've been born for two months, sixty cars!"

“…”

"Fu Simian is Fu Simian, Yang Xiao is Yang Xiao. If you get angry for no reason, you will be beaten." Zhou Shike reminded him not to lose his conscience for the car.

As the two were talking, Fu Simian followed; he came up from the downstairs, and he was walking, and he looked up and saw Zhou Shike and Zhou Shixun leaning against each other and talking.

"Do you eat fruit?" he asked.

Zhou Shike sneered lightly and turned his head away.

Zhou Shixun is very good. As long as he recognizes the other party, he is very good. He takes away the fruit in Fu Simien's hand, "If he doesn't eat it, I'll eat it, it's a problem."

Zhou Shike thought he would wait for Fu Simian to say sorry or sorry, but Fu Simian came over and said slowly: "You look good when you put your tail in it. I'm right, why are you angry?"

"A Ke, are you shy?"

Zhou Shike: "!"

Those are things that are not easy to proclaim, and Jin generally refuses to write them out.

After Zhou Shike was annoyed by Fu Simian's words, Fu Simian himself was still worried first.

It's simply unreasonable.

It is best not to speak frankly about love. Being implicit and restrained is a national tradition.

Fu Simian did not abide by tradition and spoke frankly and bluntly.

"I love you."

It is good to be implicit, but language can make it even more icing on the cake.

"Okay, okay," Zhou Shike wanted to cover Fu Simian's mouth. He pushed the other party away and went downstairs, "I have to go to the company today and come back tonight."

Fu Simian's expression immediately became complicated.

"Do you still want the car key?"

Zhou Shike turned around, "Do you still want to take back the things you gave?"

Fu Simian didn't answer, "Then you come back early."

Zhou Shike nodded, grabbed a piece of bread on the dining table and went out.

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This is a good weather. Autumn is approaching and cloudless. The fallen leaves on the ground have led to a golden sea surface. When the wind blows, the sea will tide.

Zhou Shike's hair on his forehead was blown away by the wind, and his large sunglasses covered most of his face.

Song Guiyan happened to come over with two cups of coffee from the parking lot.

He was a little surprised when he saw Zhou Shike and walked towards him, "If I had known you were so on time, I should have bought an extra cup of coffee."

"I'll give you my?"

Zhou Shike thought of Zhou Shixun's frown and pouring coffee hard in the morning, and refused, "I'll just have a glass of water later."

Regarding the fan meeting two days later, the fan list has been released, including those who use machines to draw and black fans, but those who transfer tickets at high prices have no right to interfere.

Zhou Shike's home has good sound training equipment. Today he came to Song Guiyan and asked him to give a lecture.

Zhou has recruited many newcomers, although they are all outstanding, including internet celebrities, music academy, some found in top bars, and some small bands that already have works.

They need to undergo systematic training to eliminate branches that do not meet the standards, leaving behind the most remembered and outstanding strengths.

Zhou Shike is their senior, and even if they become colleagues in the same company, Zhou Shike is still a person they are difficult for them to get to.

Now, any humming clips posted online can be made for a long time, not to mention the serious records and albums. He is the idol of many new generation idols.

But he himself didn't pay attention to these things. His work was arranged by Song Guiyan, so he just needed to concentrate on making music.

Song Guiyan arranged the class in their dance room. Zhou Shike followed Song Guiyan back and was startled by the dark people inside.

"So many people?"

Song Guiyan handed him a pair of headsets, "There weren't many, but later Mr. Zhou said that you were talking to ten lectures and one hundred lectures, so he asked them all to come. Mr. Zhou also said that you are not only a senior, but also a member of the Zhou family, so it is appropriate to contribute to the company."

Zhou Shike muttered a few words, reluctant to put on the headset.

He looked back and saw that there was no place to sit. It was not cold anyway, so he sat down cross-legged on the ground.

"I have nothing to teach you," Zhou Shike held his cheek, "Do you have any musical instruments you like? Or are you good at?"

"piano!"

"Bass!"

"Flute!"

"Erhu!"

Before meeting Zhou Shike himself, they had fantasized about his image. He had no character or fixed style, and he sang rap and slow-tuned love songs. They thought he might be a trendy man or a cool guy in private, after all, his family was so rich.

But they didn't expect Zhou Shike to be so approachable, with good skin, and although there was a very cold sense of alienation between his eyebrows and eyes, his every move was casual and free. He was wearing a navy blue short jacket, pants were pierced into his boots, his legs were very long, and his figure was good enough to be a model.

"As a singer, at least you have an instrument that you are good at. At least you know the music score, protect your voice, know your shortcomings, and have a good attitude."

"It's gone."

Song Guiyan knocked Zhou Shike's head from behind, "Speak well."

Zhou Shike really has nothing to say. They know the basic things themselves, but he can't teach them without the basics. After all, creative professions are almost all understood by themselves.

That's why there is talent.

"Teacher Zhou, I have liked you for three years. I would like to ask you, will you be affected by your state when you create?"

Zhou Shike thought for a while and nodded, "Of course, people's emotions are not fixed, so the level of his works written by the same singer may be unstable, but emotions are also part of the creation. They can affect you and make you successful."

"What is the biggest obstacle that teachers have encountered when writing songs?"

"The chair is too hard," Zhou Shike said carelessly, "The refill core is too thick, the paper is too thin, the outside is too big, and I eat too much."

They obviously don't understand it very well, what is the obstacle?

"In fact, what affects your creation is often not that you can't write it out, but that many details are diverting your attention. When you feel dissatisfied, it will be difficult for you to concentrate on writing songs."

The person below nodded, as if it was true.

"Teacher, we also want to know that for a while, your music style was very depressed a few years ago, and it was also affected by emotions? Or do you want to try a new style?"

Zhou Shike shook his head, "Because I broke up with my partner."

There was an uproar below.

Song Guiyan supported the forehead, and he knew that Zhou Shike would not lie. He originally wanted to change the topic before Zhou Shike answered, but he didn't expect Zhou Shike to speak so quickly.

Zhou Shike has always been single to the outside world. This is the company's response, and he has never answered it positively.

Even those marketing accounts have never found any clues about Zhou Shike's relationship.

Fu Simian had never asked this question before, and he was not dissatisfied with it.

"So Teacher Zhou has a partner! Now, are you single now?"

Gossip is much more interesting than classroom.

"Yes." Zhou Shike nodded.

"Are you a singer?"

"No, outsiders."

"Wow, teacher, do you like him very much? I saw you laughing."

Zhou Shike didn't say he liked it very much, he said, "We're about to get engaged."

After he finished speaking, everyone subconsciously looked at his hand. There was indeed a ring on his fingers, which they didn't notice at the beginning.

"Teacher wants to be happy."

Zhou Shike didn't stay there for a long time. He answered several professional-related questions later, and was asked to sing a song.
To be continued...