My skill tree increases every day.

When Lin Yu came down from the second floor, there were no customers left in the store.

Only a few employees were cleaning up the mess.

Su Wanqing and Liu Siwen took a taxi back together.

As for the Three Moles, it was only at the strong insistence of Liu Yiyuan and Li Si that Liu Zhiyuan agreed to take them to see the bar they had imagined, to experience the glitz and glamour of the big city.

Lin Yu was left alone, staring at Ruan Yunchuan.

Lin Yu decided to take a taxi back as well.

Lin Yu was really tired tonight. Tonight's game wasn't the dice-stacking game he was good at, and he had drunk quite a lot of alcohol.

So he doesn't plan to sweep the car and go back like he did last time.

It's inconvenient to call a taxi late at night, so Lin Yu decided to turn on his phone and play a game to pass the time.

Lin Yu turned on the screen, swiped left and right, but couldn't find the icon for the Golden Chess Game.

Am I that drunk? I can't even find a game to play.

Lin Yu refused to believe it and searched for the game in the app store, only to find that he hadn't downloaded the game on his phone at all.

Just as he was wondering, a memory flooded into his mind without warning.

Ah! It's well past midnight.

Lin Yu's recent memories have been relatively simple, mostly trivial matters. Nothing has left a deep impression on him; they are basically just fleeting thoughts that are then forgotten and forgotten.

As a result, Lin Yu almost forgot about it.

However, Lin Yu was already used to the sudden appearance of such memories, and now he was only a little curious.

Can video games really be lost? Will my account data in the game also disappear?

In his memory, Lin Yu had transformed into a stern vocal music professor holding a pointer and wielding a baton, rigorously instructing his students.

Images from his memory flashed by one after another, and Lin Yu slowly opened his eyes.

Lin Yu doesn't want to sing loudly right now; he just wants to teach others how to sing.

The knowledge about breath control, vocalization, resonance, and emotional expression is like an open textbook, clearly imprinted in my mind page by page.

This time it turned out to be useful.

Lin Yu vaguely remembered that a classmate's father was a vocal music professor at a university. That old professor would go out and give private lessons to students preparing for art college entrance exams, starting at 1000 yuan per hour, with no upper limit.

With such a wealthy father, that classmate was a well-known rich kid in the whole school during high school.

Even now, looking back, Lin Yu can't help but sigh.

Are art exam prep classes really that profitable?

Yes! That's how profitable art exam prep classes are.

Now I can experience firsthand how profitable art exam preparation classes can be!

One thousand yuan per hour.

Not capped.

Lin Yu did a quick mental calculation. Even at the lowest rate, taking two students a week, two hours per student, that's four thousand yuan. After a month…

Sixteen thousand?

That's more than what he earns in a year washing dogs!

Lin Yu's eyes lit up.

Lin Yu was quite excited. This was more profitable than all his current jobs combined! It was even slightly more than the time he took photos of Ruan Yunxian.

Calm down, Lin Yu.

This is similar to tutoring; without a good platform to back you up, you won't get good clients.

Don't you see that there are teachers who charge 1000 yuan per hour and offer one-on-one small group classes with experienced professors, as well as kindergarten choir teachers who charge 2500 yuan per month?

At my age, do I really have to retake the entrance exam for an art college to get a degree?

Moreover, Lin Yu only received the teaching memories, not the practical combat memories. He still had to spend time learning by working backward from the memories in his mind.

That would be too much trouble. It would take at least a year before you could start giving private lessons as a student of a prestigious university.

The sunk costs are too high. Instead of wasting this year, I'd rather pray I develop some quick-money-making skills during this time!

Thinking of this, Lin Yu calmed down again.

It's really useless.

It has no meat to eat, but it tastes good even if you throw it away.

It seems to be another skill that can only be used to show off in daily life.

A thousand yuan an hour?

Think more.

beep - beep -

Just as Lin Yu was envisioning a bright future, only to be abruptly brought back to reality, the ride-hailing driver had already arrived.

The driver stopped the car and looked around. No one was there except Lin Yu, who was standing alone by the roadside, lost in thought. After calling his name a few times without response, the driver impatiently honked the horn.

Lin Yu then realized with a start that he hadn't even noticed the car had arrived.

"Did you call this car?"

"Ah, yes, it's me. Sorry, driver," Lin Yu quickly stepped forward, opened the car door, and got into the back seat. "License plate number ending in 1234."

"Young man, out drinking so late?" The driver, a talkative middle-aged man, started chatting with him before they had gone very far. "Young man, take care of your health. Drinking too much is bad for your health."

"You don't realize it now because you're young, but when you get to my age..."

Lin Yu smiled and said, "Thank you, Master. It's just once in a while."

I know that staying up late and drinking alcohol for many years can lead to cirrhosis of the liver. Over time, the entire liver will become as hard as steel.

Just like Liu Zhiyuan, Lin Yu speculated that his liver should be able to withstand the impact of Adamantium! If Tyson had given him a liver-bursting punch, he would have been thankful that boxing required gloves, otherwise he would have definitely broken his knuckles.

Lin Yu didn't chat much with the driver, and seeing that Lin Yu wasn't responding, the driver stopped trying to make conversation. Instead, he turned on the radio.

The radio is playing some classic old songs.

Perhaps due to his memory, these old songs, which were generally sung by people a decade or two older than Lin Yu, sounded strangely familiar to him.

Lin Yu even felt he could offer some guidance to the cover song guests invited by the radio host.

"Ah—ah—ah!"

"Ah—ah—ah!"

Feeling a bit bored with no one to talk to, the driver started singing along to the melody playing on the radio as he drove.

Lin Yu's lips twitched.

To be honest, the driver's singing skills weren't very good.

The radio guest performers, though flawed, were still professionals, people who made a living this way. But what about the driver?

There was no skill involved, just pure passion.

There is a real difference.

Lin Yu's mind was now filled with the ramblings of an old professor criticizing the driver's singing.

However, Lin Yu refrained from speaking. He truly had no right to criticize or judge others.

But the driver was clearly engrossed in his singing and had no idea how much psychological harm his singing was causing to the passengers in the back seat.

The psychological damage inflicted on Lin Yu was even greater than the mental harm caused by Liu Zhiyuan singing "I Will Love You Till I Die" with his buttocks clenched.

After all, Lin Yu was a complete novice in music at that time, who knew nothing about it.

If you listen to it again now, comparing the two.

The outcome is still uncertain.