Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

I'll be back late tonight, so you'll have to eat dinner by yourself!

They didn't say why they came back so late.

She didn't say who she was with.

It didn't say how many minutes.

Newsletter attributed to Liu Tao!

Qian Lang wondered how he could describe his feelings.

anger?

A little bit!

But it wasn't intense.

Disappointed?

Indeed, that feeling is more common.

Just that.

Qian Lang chuckled silently.

I feel like I'm a complete failure.

fall in love?

I wouldn't even talk to a dog!

Qian Lang didn't reply to the text message; instead, he made a phone call.

"Happy New Year, Sister Xiaoli!"

"Money? No, who asks for money during the first month of the lunar year? It's not about money."

"I just wrote a school song for the Beijing Film Academy, and I told Principal Zhang that I would have Xixi sing it."

"Haha, you're too kind. Just keep the money! But wait a few days, my company will be registered soon, and we'll open for business. You'll have to come and visit when you have time."

"Okay, see you then!"

Qian Lang was about to hang up the phone when he finished speaking.

But then a voice came through the phone.

"Mom, who is it?"

"An insurance salesman!"

Qian Lang rolled his eyes.

After hanging up the phone, I walked out of the school.

The martial arts world—he's here!

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After leaving the Beijing Film Academy, Qian Lang didn't take a taxi.

He walked on, along that familiar road, step by step, heading outwards.

The wind was a little weaker than in the morning, but it was still cool, and the breeze on my face made me feel very refreshed.

After walking for ten minutes, he finally let go.

I stopped thinking about that text message.

I took a taxi to the used car market in Beijing.

Two hours later, a brand-new black Santana drove onto the streets of Beijing.

That night, he didn't go to Liu Tao's place, but went directly to the BJ Hotel in Wangfujing. He couldn't go back to the rented room he used to live in.

After settling into his accommodation, he went to Wangfujing Department Store to get himself a new outfit.

I met the principal today; he's a student, so it doesn't matter.

But the person I'm meeting tomorrow is Han Sanping.

Haha, according to legend, he saw him on TV in his past life, the absolute big shot in the entertainment industry, Zuo Shandiao!

After everything was done, the streetlights in Beijing came on.

I just grabbed a quick bite at a noodle shop for dinner.

When I came out again, Wangfujing was bustling with activity.

The crowds on the street were several times larger than during the day, densely packed, surging to both sides like a tide.

There were tourists from other places carrying large and small bags, couples strolling hand in hand, young couples pushing strollers, and groups of students laughing and playing around.

The neon lights along the roadside were all lit up.

The colorful signs, red, yellow, and green, lined up one after another, making the whole street look like daytime.

Some signs have flashing lights that rotate in circles, making it painful to look at.

Bright red lanterns were hung at the entrance of the department store; it wasn't even the Lantern Festival yet, but they had already been put up ahead of time.

"Are you Qian Lang?"

As Qian Lang was looking around, a girl's voice came from behind him.

He quickly turned around and saw a girl he didn't remember.

"Hello, excuse me..."

Qian Lang said in a friendly manner.

"Oh, it really is you! You're my idol! Can I get your autograph?"

this,,,

Qian Lang never expected this.

But he was also very happy.

He already has fans, that's so unexpected.

"Okay, where should I sign?"

Qian Lang spoke readily, then looked at the middle-aged couple next to the girl.

The two men were looking at the girl with loving eyes, their eyes full of smiles.

The girl hurriedly pulled a notebook and a pen from her schoolbag.

"Here, sign here."

The girl opened the notebook to the first page and began to speak.

Qian Lang then realized that the notebook was still brand new.

He thought for a moment and then asked.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Liu Shishi!"

Qian Lang was stunned!

My brain is a bit malfunctioning.

This... can't be right... how could it be such a coincidence?

Even novels wouldn't dare to write like this?

Or is it just a name that's the same?

Qian Lang looked up at Liu Shishi again.

She was very different from the 360-degree beauty he remembered.

So green!

However, between his brows, there were faint traces of memories from his previous life.

Moreover, this is Beijing, and Liu Shishi is from Beijing.

Qian Lang suddenly laughed.

"Wishing Liu Shishi continued academic progress and ever-increasing beauty! — Qian Lang, February 13, 2003!"

Qian Lang closed the notebook and handed it to Liu Shishi.

But her gaze then fell on the middle-aged man; this must be Liu's father.

"Hello Mr. Liu, Ms. Liu has a good image. I might recommend her if there's an opportunity in the future. Would it be convenient to exchange contact information?"

Qian Lang's question came as abruptly astray.

This surprised the whole family.

However, Liu Shishi's eyes lit up after she realized what was happening.

"dad,,,"

Liu Shishi quickly called out.

"Ah, oh, this..."

The middle-aged man was a little confused!

"Mr. Qian, please add me on WeChat!"

It was Mrs. Liu, who was standing to the side, who spoke.

A short while later, the family of three said goodbye and left.

Qian Lang once again felt the strangeness of fate.

Perhaps, fate is actually made up of many coincidences.

Liu Shishi!

Perhaps he can also get quite a bit.

Of course, that's a story for later. Right now, the most important thing is to monetize those 2000 Destiny Points.

After strolling around Wangfujing for a while, Qian Lang returned to his hotel. He planned to go to bed early that night, as he had a tough battle to fight the next day.

Wash and tidy up, then turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Clear your mind of all distractions!

He didn't know how long he had slept, but he was vaguely awakened by the sound of the phone.

He reached for his phone in the darkness.

Upon seeing that it was Liu Tao calling, he answered the call.

"Hello,,,"

"Oh, I have something to do tomorrow. Your place is quite far, so I might not be able to make it."

"Hey, why are you telling me this? You're an adult, you don't need to report to me."

"I'm not angry anymore. I'm going to sleep. I have things to do early tomorrow morning."

Okay, goodnight!

Qian Lang hung up the phone, and then fell asleep again less than three seconds later.

Liu Tao, in the Asian Games Village, was tightly gripping his phone.

At this moment, her heart felt heavy, as if a thin film was covering her face, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Is there no need to report?

You're really not angry?

Every word was stimulating her nerves.

She knew Qian Lang might be angry, so she was prepared to be very gentle with him when she got back that night.

She just didn't expect that she wouldn't even have that chance.

But what could she do?

A man in the martial world!

"Wouldn't it be great if you were a billionaire?"

Liu Tao muttered to himself.

It's late at night!

But when will she be able to fall asleep?

Is she comfortable sleeping alone?

The city of Beijing outside the window was still lit up, but inside her room, it was pitch black!

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The next day, the sky over Beijing was unusually blue.

The sun was shining brightly, streaming into the room through the window and making it even warmer.

Qian Lang looked at the scenery outside the window for a while, then turned around, picked up the newly bought suit jacket from the bed, and put it on.

He picked up the briefcase that was tossed on the sofa and carried it in his hand.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror one last time.

Then he ripped off his tie.

Carrying this thing around actually made me an insurance salesman.

I smiled at myself in the mirror.

Then go outside!

Target – China Film Group!