"Eh? Someone settled the bill?" Qiu Qiu stopped taking out his wallet, and looked at each other with his two friends.
The cost of more than 1,500 yuan, actually said to pay the bill, and I don't know who this kind person is, so rich and powerful.
"Don't look at me," Daxiong quickly raised his hands to show his innocence, "Three generations of my grandparents are poor and lower-middle peasants, and I don't know such rich friends."
Xiaoli on the side also shook her head.
Qiu Qiu really knows two rich and rich guys—but Hua Xiang has already been sent to the Southwest Division by the program crew to play on the ladder. Godfather Fu is rich, but if he sees his sugar son sitting with his ex-girlfriend Eating at the same table...the consequences are too serious!
Qiu Qiu's whole body trembled, and he asked the waiter tremblingly, "Who is the person who helped us pay the bill? Has he left? We want to thank him face to face."
Fortunately, that well-meaning person did not intend to be an anonymous live Lei Feng. After asking for the other party's consent, the waiter led Qiu Qiu and his party to a booth by the window.
Before approaching, Qiu Qiu noticed a woman with exquisite figure and outstanding temperament sitting in front of the window. She was wearing a pure white elegant suit (Ju Daxiong said it was a fashion show this summer), with her arms up high. Her long hair was dyed a trendy "granny gray". Holding a pair of silver chopsticks, she was concentrating on finding peanuts from Kung Pao Chicken.
The waiter walked up to her and said something in a low voice. She stopped what she was doing, picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth, then looked sideways at Qiu Qiu and the others with a reserved and noble smile.
Surprisingly, this modern girl who has survived the age of 30 from behind is actually not young anymore. Although she is well maintained, judging from the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, she should be older than Mother Qiu, and her gray hair is not dyed, but is naturally mottled after getting old.
This aunt? grandmother? ... Beauty is beauty, but who is she...
Seeing the cautious faces of the three children, the woman didn't show off, but smiled and beckoned them to sit down.
"Qiu Qiu, I didn't expect that we would meet here before the official meeting."
"Uh..." Qiu Qiu was very inexplicable. He searched carefully in his mind twice to make sure that he had never met this lady before, so he could only ask carefully, "Excuse me, are you...?"
The woman was slightly stunned: "You don't know me?... It seems that Boss Fu hasn't told you yet?" She smiled, although it can't be called glamorous, but it has a charm of time compared to those little flowers, " Let me introduce myself, I am your vocal instructor during the competition, my surname is Gong."
As she said that, the woman took out a scented business card from her small Kun bag and handed it to Qiu Qiu. Qiu Qiu looked at it seriously, and there was a flamboyant "Gong" printed on the pale pink business card, without writing Full name, followed by a line of small characters: Xingui Entertainment Company Artist Training Department Executive Director
Qiu Qiu vaguely remembered that Xingui Entertainment was a subsidiary of the well-known Xu Group. The CEO of Xu Group was about the same age as Fu Ruien and had a deep friendship. I'm afraid that godfather found this relationship, so he hired this good teacher for himself!
Fu Ruien had mentioned before that he wanted to find a vocal teacher for Qiu Qiu, but he didn't expect to find a suitable candidate so quickly.
Fu Ruien has always put Qiu Qiu's affairs first, and to be so cared and cared for by his godfather, the small field in Qiu Qiu's heart is full of dandelions again. When the wind blew, the fluffy dandelions fluttered and fluttered to the tall Enrui Group's meeting room, causing Fu Ruien, who was in a meeting, to sneez several times in a row.
After confirming that the older woman in front of her was a teacher invited by her godfather, Qiu Qiu kept wagging her tail.
He sat down beside Teacher Gong affectionately, showing his dimples, and said hello obediently: "Hello, Teacher Gong! I used to grope for my singing before, and I didn't learn it systematically. I will ask you to teach me a lot in the future."
Teacher Gong likes such sensible and obedient children the most.
She nodded and said kindly: "I've seen your previous competition video. The typhoon is very good, you don't have stage fright, and your manners are perfect. It's just that you sing poorly. You don't know where to make your voice. You rely on Hu Meng to breathe."
"..."
"Fortunately, the draft competition you participated in is not high-style, otherwise, if you sing like this, you won't even have a chance to advance by face."
"..."
She patted his hand and reassured him: "But don't be discouraged, with your displayed talent, there is no problem in dominating KTV."
"..."
Teacher Gong thought for a while, and then added softly: "With your current level, you are not qualified to call me a teacher. I have a headache. You will be like those artists in our company from now on, call me Lao Gong."
Qiu Qiu grew up so big, he had never seen such a whipping method with a gun and a stick, he was frightened by the bluff, his tail was clenching in fright, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Hello, old Gong..."
"Good boy," Mr. Gong patted his head, "Come to report at my studio at 5:30 next Tuesday."
Qiu Qiu nodded quickly: "Okay, I will definitely not be late on Tuesday afternoon!"
"Little Guapi, I'm talking about morning."
"..."
Wow, wow, if the godfather appeared in front of him at this time, the sugar son would definitely cry and throw himself into his arms.
This is not a teacher, this is the Queen Mother!
Afterwards, the newly-baked master and apprentice chatted a few more words, most of which were Teacher Gong pointing the country, and Qiu Qiu was scolded with embarrassment. It was the first time that he was degraded to nothing in front of older women, and his dimples of grievance were deformed.
But he thought about it later, now the teacher said to him, that is objective, rational, and without malice... Although the words are a bit harsh (well, it is very ugly), but if he can't stand even a little wind and rain Wait, when he becomes famous in the future, there will definitely be more malicious comments. If he is still soft, how can he make a lot of money in the entertainment industry to pay off his debts
Teacher Gong said that she was a little tired later, and waved them away. She would continue to pick peanut beans from Kung Pao Chicken, and if the dish was cold, the peanut beans would be peeled.
Da Xiong, who had been on the sidelines for a long time, finally couldn't hold back, and asked curiously: "...you love peanuts so much, why don't you just ask for one?" Why do you have to find it from the meat
Teacher Gong glanced at him lightly, and replied with a decent smile: "Because I have a lot of money."
Daxiong's saliva came down immediately: "Then do you need a son to eat meat for you?"
Qiu Qiu: "..."
Xiao Li's remaining conscience made her unable to bear Big Bear's thick skin, so she pulled him by the back of his neck and dragged him away.
…
After the three cabbages left the restaurant, they discussed for a few minutes. The two men planned to show their gentlemanly spirit and send Xiaoli home. Fortunately, Xiaoli's house is not far from here, and the three of them can get there by strolling for half an hour, so it's time to eat.
In order to take care of the girls wearing high heels, their speed is very slow, how embarrassing it would be to walk without talking with bare heads, Big Bear thought about it, and took the initiative to speak.
"Qiu, when will the national competition of your draft start?"
"It should be early August... After the competition in the Southwest Division is over, we will have to promote it for a while."
Xiaoli asked with great concern: "It's only been more than a month, that Teacher Gong seems so strict, can you meet her requirements?"
"It's okay, just study hard." Qiu Qiu didn't seem worried at all, "I'm the best at studying."
Qiu Qiu and Da Xiong are good roommates who are completely complementary, one is able to learn everything, and the other is able to eat everything.
Xiaoli asked again: "Then what song are you going to sing in the final? Your English is your strong point, so why don't you sing love songs in English?"
"That... I wrote a lot of songs myself, and my godfather said that I would ask someone to arrange them for me, and the packaging would be more mature." Qiu Qiu said truthfully.
Only then did the other two know that Qiu Qiu could write songs by himself. Before Qiu Qiu sang pop songs no matter whether he was in school or on the stage, who would have thought that he has been quietly accumulating his own works these years, writing songs as soon as he is inspired, but because of lack of self-confidence, he has never performed in public .
So far, the only audience is the godfather.
It is precisely because Fu Ruien has been affirming and encouraging him that he has the courage to sing his own songs on a broader stage.
In order to prove that he was not talking big, Qiu Qiu immediately took out his mobile phone and called up the singing video recorded by his godfather.
As his big fans and second fans, Daxiong and Xiaoli got the priority to appreciate the works. They stood under the shade of the tree with their small mobile phones in their hands, staring at the screen with breathless concentration—
—"Godfather, are you recording?" Qiu Qiu, who was wearing home clothes, waved at the screen. He sat cross-legged on the sofa, his face was reddish, his forehead was thin with sweat, and he looked a little Nervous, but more of an unconcealable excitement.
— "Here." Behind the screen, a deep and pleasant male voice replied.
—"Okay, I'll sing..." the boy cleared his throat, and just put his hands on the strings, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said, "I forgot to announce the curtain!... "Like You", composed lyrics and sung , Qiu Qiu!"
—The male voice behind the screen repeated: "Well, Qiuqiu, "Like You"."
The boy on the screen foolishly failed to understand the meaning of the man's words. He skillfully plucked the strings, and the melodious prelude sounded. His eyebrows and eyes are gentle and sweet, and his dimples are full of longing, as if he is really expressing his love to people off the screen.
"What does it feel like to like,
It is looking for a familiar figure when walking through the corner of the street.
what color do you like,
It was a handful of Skittles spilled into the flower field.
What flavor do you like,
It is the candied haws on the street,
It's the cotton candy at the corner of the mouth,
It's chocolate on the shelf.
like you,
Like spring loves sunshine,
Like summer showers.
like you,
like autumn leaves,
Like the stars in winter.
You ask me what I like.
I would say,
I like it, it's you.
…”
After the song ended, the screen turned back to pitch black, and the two faces of Big Bear and Xiao Li were reflected on the black screen, slightly distorted.
They wanted to listen to it again, but Qiu Qiu shyly snatched the phone back. He looked at them expectantly and asked, "How about this song?"
Big Xiong exaggerated his broken thoughts: "It's too bad, the old man's maiden heart was sung by you!"
And Xiaoli's eye makeup was over and over again, blinding the few RMB that she stuck on her face today. She heard this with tears in her eyes, and sincerely expressed that she would change from Qiu Qiu's face fan to a career fan in the future, and she would work hard to develop and strengthen Qiu Qiu's Dajiri group, and contribute to Amway's business.
Their performance speaks for itself. If Teacher Gong's criticism just now broke Qiu Qiu's little heart, then their praise is like a valve core.
Qiu Qiu held his chest, feeling himself swell!
…
After sending Xiao Li away, Qiu Qiu excitedly called his godfather to report on today's experience.
However, he cleverly avoided some key information, and only told Fu Ruien that Daxiong liked his original songs very much, and when he was having dinner with Daxiong, he ran into Mr. Gong.
As for Lily—who is that? He had completely forgotten what his ex-girlfriend's name was and what she looked like!
Fu Ruien said: "...you and Teacher Gong have already met? I thought about taking you to a formal meeting in a few days."
"Yes, Mr. Gong is very classy, as expected of a musician." Qiu Qiu thought of the teacher with extraordinary demeanor, and said with longing, "I really hope that when I get old, I can be as elegant as Mr. Gong. "
"Qiuqiu can definitely do it." Fu Ruien said with satisfaction, "Ms. Gong is a very capable person. If you can learn more from her, your godfather's money will not be wasted."
"… Huh?"
A very bad premonition suddenly rose, Qiu Qiu subconsciously covered the 800 yuan in his pocket, and asked weakly: "Ms. Gong's tuition is...?"
"Fifty thousand per class." Fu Ruien's smiling voice came from the phone.
"..."
"I've booked a hundred class hours for the time being."
"...!!!"
One class hour is 50,000, 100 class hours is 5 million! ! !
Alas! ... How much does he owe his godfather now? ? ?