My ex-girlfriend's best friends are getting restless right after the breakup.

Chapter 148 Cuckoo in the Nest

As Chen Bo finished speaking, his voice gradually lowered, culminating in a deep sigh.

The music gradually stopped.

The studio was silent for a full five seconds.

Then a thunderous slap resounded.

Someone stood up and applauded.

Some people's eyes reddened.

Someone was shouting "Chen Bo".

The audience, first row.

Zhao Lulu's tears finally fell.

It's not because I'm sad, it's because I'm too satisfied.

I couldn't be more satisfied.

This song, "My Life's Love," is a million times better than she had imagined.

She remembered that time in his room when they wanted to get close, but couldn't.

I wanted to explore the other person's world a little longer, but I couldn't continue.

They clearly wanted to live a carefree life together, but reality prevented them from doing so.

Zhao Lulu stared at the man bowing on the stage, her eyes beginning to glaze over.

Even Bei Weiwei couldn't stand the sight of the lace-up anymore.

"Lulu, what happened to your eyes?" Bei Weiwei nudged her.

Zhao Lulu snapped out of her daze and wiped away her tears: "Nothing, I'm just too touched."

Bei Weiwei was also moved.

She likes this song too.

Although she knew that Chen Bo wrote the song for Zhao Lulu, she still felt that the song was written for her as well.

Those lyrics, those melodies, those emotions—

"The sea of ​​suffering stirs up love and hate; in this world, it is hard to escape fate."

"We went on a blind date, but it didn't work out. Perhaps I should believe it was fate."

Isn't this referring to her and Chen Bo?

She waited for him for three years, and they finally got together, but she was still being coveted by so many women.

Isn't this just "inescapable fate"?

Although she and he were together, there were always so many obstacles and so much interference.

Isn't this just a case of "a blind date turning into an insurmountable obstacle"?

So, while the song is nominally written for Zhao Lulu, it was definitely written for her in reality.

The more Bei Weiwei thought about it, the more she realized it made sense, and the more moved she became.

She also started to stretch her legs.

The two sat in the front row, one on the left and the other on the right, making the air between them feel thick and sticky.

Backstage.

Wang Han put down his cup and let out a long breath.

"This kid—" he muttered to himself, "is incredible."

Bai Linlin finally closed her mouth, staring at the screen: "A Cantonese song—he actually dared to sing a Cantonese song, and he sang it so well—"

Zhang Zhenhan leaned back on the sofa, his expression shifting from lazy to serious: "This song, is it his original composition?"

No one answered him.

Because everyone knows the answer.

Zhang Zhenhan shook his head: "Actually, his performances in previous episodes were all very good, but he just wasn't that popular with the audience."

Victoria Song put down her teacup and said, "Time will tell. This young man has a limitless future."

Huang Ying didn't speak, but the shock in her eyes was impossible to hide.

When Chen Bo returned backstage, everyone's gaze turned towards him again.

But this time, it's not pity.

Rather, it is reverence.

Wang Han walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "You sang well! You really sang well!"

Zhang Zhenhan walked over and punched him directly: "You little brat, you've been hiding your true strength! Singing Cantonese like that, are you from the Eastern Baiyue region?"

Chen Bo shook his head: "No, I studied it for a while."

Zhang Zhenhan gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

Bai Linlin also came over, forcing a smile: "Chen Bo, you sang well."

Victoria Song nodded slightly, which could be interpreted as approval.

Huang Ying also came over to say hello.

The crowd was much more enthusiastic than before.

Chen Bo responded to each question with neither arrogance nor servility.

Next, the sixth and seventh singers will perform.

Finally, today's challenger is Wang Zihong.

Everyone looked in that direction.

A man in his thirties walked over, dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans. He had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were sharp.

Wang Zihong.

God of Overseas Returnees.

As he walked over, his gaze swept across everyone's faces, finally settling on Chen Bo.

It paused for a second.

Then he looked away and walked toward the stage aisle.

Everyone looked at each other.

Zhang Zhenhan whispered, "This guy is a bit arrogant."

Wang Han didn't speak, he just shook his head.

Chen Bo didn't care and turned back to his lounge.

On stage, Wang Zihong began to sing.

He sang an English song, hitting high notes that sent chills down your spine, showcasing dazzling vocal techniques, and his stage presence was top-notch.

The audience applauded and cheered in a very gracious manner.

Backstage, everyone watched Wang Zihong's performance through the monitor screen.

Zhang Zhenhan stroked his chin: "His technique is excellent, but—"

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood what he meant.

But it lacks emotion.

It's too technically impressive, which makes people feel that this song is just a tool for him to showcase his skills, rather than what he wants to express.

Wang Han sighed. This is a common problem for those who have studied abroad: they practice their skills too much and forget what is most important in singing.

Bai Linlin silently commented in her heart, "Singing is about expressing your heart, not just your voice."

After the recording was finished, Chen Bo received a message from Zhao Lulu.

Zhao Lulu: "Honey, Weiwei and I will go to the parking lot first. You can come over directly in a bit—when we get home tonight, treat me like Yueqing, like a high-speed train ride, okay?"

Chen Bo was puzzled. How did this girl know?

"No good!" he replied.

Just after I posted it, Bei Weiwei's message came in.

Bei Weiwei: "Honey, Weiwei and I will wait for you in the car first. We're going back to Lingyan's house."

Chen Bo replied: "Okay!"

It was a little after 7 p.m. at Zhou Lingyan's villa.

The table was laden with dishes—steamed sea bass, braised pork ribs, garlic broccoli, and a large bowl of tomato and egg drop soup.

Wearing an apron, Bei Weiwei busied herself serving dishes and rice, a satisfied smile on her little face.

The white A-line skirt was replaced with Zhou Lingyan's home-style cotton shorts, revealing a pair of straight, long legs, and the light blue chiffon shirt was replaced with Zhou Lingyan's loose white T-shirt.

Zhao Lulu leaned back in her chair, legs crossed. She had changed her black bodycon skirt into Zhou Lingyan's burgundy velvet halter dress, revealing a patch of fair collarbone and chest at the neckline. The hem of the dress barely covered the top of her thighs, and below were a pair of legs crossed, dazzlingly white.

"Weiwei, stop busy, come and sit down." Zhao Lulu called out towards the kitchen, "There's enough food, we can't finish it all."

"Coming, coming!" Bei Weiwei came out carrying the last plate of fruit and placed it in the center of the table. "Where's Chen Bo? Why isn't he down yet?"

"She's probably taking a shower." Zhao Lulu glanced towards the stairs. "She's been singing all afternoon, she's tired, it's normal to take a shower."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Chen Bo walked down wearing a simple white T-shirt and gray loungewear, his hair still a little damp, looking both refreshed and relaxed.

Bei Weiwei's eyes lit up: "Honey, come sit down! We've been waiting for you!"

Chen Bo walked over and sat down between the two women.

On the left is Bei Weiwei, and on the right is Zhao Lulu.

One on the left and one on the right, the aroma is irresistible.

Beiweiwei had a light, fresh scent of shower gel on her, like a meadow after the rain.

Zhao Lulu's scent was a mixture of perfume and natural body odor, sweet and cloying like a ripe peach.

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