106: C106 Summer's Corner of the Eye

C106 Summer's Corner of the Eye

Zhang Muye asked Liu Dong to call Xia Chuchu. He might as well ask Xia Chuchu. After all, Xia Chuchu was quite famous in the music industry. Plus, her teacher was Lee Ren. If she wanted to get tickets, it should be quite easy.

However, Liu Dong hesitated. " This... I will call her. I wonder if she will be willing?"

Although they could be considered childhood sweethearts, Xia Chuchu was already at the peak of her life compared to them. Comparatively speaking, Liu Dong and Zhang Muye had long since fallen into dust. Xia Chuchu reading seemed to be flourishing, but they were just a drop in the ocean. Liu Dong was thinking of contacting Xia Chuchu. Would she still care about him?

Compared to Liu Dong's hesitation, Zhang Muye gave him encouragement. As for whether Liu Dong would call Xia Chuchu in the end, that was not what Zhang Muye cared about.

The two of them chatted for a while longer before hanging up. Zhang Muye could not sleep and got up from under the blanket. He was wondering if he should ask Lu Yuan for a few tickets to the inner court to give to his good friends.

But wouldn't it be too sudden to think of this? After all, the tickets, especially the inner court tickets, had long been hyped up to a sky-high price in the market. If Zhang Muye was generous, it would inevitably cause suspicion and criticism.

After thinking about it, he finally gave up on this idea.

At this time, Wang Qiuqiu returned to his dormitory and saw that his face was pale, as if he was malnourished.

Wang Qiuqiu had been like this for the past few days, but every time Zhang Muye asked him what was going on, Wang Qiuqiu didn't say anything. Zhang Muye naturally didn't want to ask anymore.

After class in the afternoon, Zhang Muye walked towards the campus broadcast station. Ever since he was officially recruited the last time, Zhang Muye took up the post the next day.

According to the work and rest schedule of the radio station, other than Saturday weekends and holidays, under normal circumstances, after school ended in the afternoon, the two of them would go to the radio station for half an hour. They could tell stories, sing, recite, and so on and so forth.

Zhang Muye and Cao Ying had been partners for a few days, and their styles were perfectly coordinated. In this era of information that could be accessed with just a phone when internet information was developed. Every day, they would receive letters from many listeners and classmates, and then seriously give suggestions or praise to the radio station. There were even many boys who pursued romance in order to please the girls they liked. They would also spend a lot of effort to invite the radio station to play a love song or recite a love poem. Generally, as long as it was not too excessive, the radio station would give them satisfaction.

This would at least give the radio station an additional meaning to its existence, and also make the campus life more colorful.

Now, Zhang Muye was looking forward to the life of the radio station for half an hour. He spent half an hour alone with Cao Ying every day. Even if he did not speak, just looking at Cao Ying's long hair reaching to her waist, as long as he watched Cao Ying recite seriously, it would make Zhang Muye feel satisfied.

All along, Cao Ying occupied a special position in Zhang Muye's heart. This kind of position was even higher than Xia Chuchu's!

Zhang Muye dared to pursue Xia Chuchu because he felt that although Xia Chuchu was also incomparably beautiful, at least he could touch her. Although in other people's eyes, the current Xia Chuchu was also unreachable. After all, Zhang Muye and Xia Chuchu could be considered to have grown up together. Comparatively speaking, in the past, when Zhang Muye was silent in high school, he talked about most things with Zhang Muye, asking him to hand in his homework. Cao Ying, who was cold and arrogant, but had a threatening noble aura and was extremely beautiful, now had even more of an aloof and aloof aura.

This kind of girl was like a goddess. It seemed that having some kind of fantasy about her was blasphemy and even a deep sin.

Zhang Muye also saw how popular Cao Ying was, and he could see that there were love letters written to her on Cao Ying's table almost every day. Not a single one. It was a pile of letters. Zhang Muye had never seen such an exaggerated scene before. However, Cao Ying was just used to it. If she had the time, she would even look at the love letters written to her. This was the respect she had for her suitors.

When Zhang Muye came to the broadcast room, Cao Ying was not there yet.

Almost every day, Zhang Muye went to the broadcast room first because he only wanted to quietly stay with Cao Ying for a while longer and look at Cao Ying more.

Zhang Muye turned on the broadcast and tidied up the broadcast station for a while. Footsteps came from outside the door, and then Cao Ying's beautiful face appeared in the broadcast station. Seeing that Zhang Muye was ready, Cao Ying gently said, "Morning!"

"I was waiting for you. Let's begin!" Zhang Muye said. He looked at Cao Ying's side profile. It was gentle and beautiful, and he could not get tired of it.

Cao Ying was wearing a pair of white shoes today. She was wearing a white knitted shirt and a long black dress, revealing a small piece of her white legs. Her waist-length hair was soft and draped over her shoulders. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

Zhang Muye couldn't help but think of a saying, long hair reaching your waist, marry me!

Good!

Zhang Muye silently said in his heart, but it wasn't good for him to be a good person! Right now, he was just daydreaming.

He reluctantly retracted his gaze from Cao Ying and quickly turned to work.

Today Cao Ying prepared a few poems. When she softly recited the poems, she closed her eyes and listened. She felt that Cao Ying's tone was very pleasant. After Cao Ying finished reciting, Zhang Muye handed her a cup of water. Cao Ying smiled slightly. "Thank you." She handed the script over to Zhang Muye.

It was Zhang Muye's turn to read the script. Zhang Muye read it very magnetic. While Zhang Muye was reading, Cao Ying was drinking water, and the corner of her eyes quietly fell on Zhang Muye.

After Zhang Muye finished reading, Cao Ying said, "No one ordered a song today, and no one gave their blessings. I didn't prepare any script either. Zhang Muye, why don't you sing a song?"

Cao Ying's eyes were filled with anticipation. Zhang Muye thought for a while and said, "My throat hasn't been good these two days. Why don't you sing? I will accompany you."0

But Cao Ying shook her head and said gently, "Zhang Muye, didn't you play your guitar well? Then... do you know how to play Summer Time? "

Summer Time was a pure music. This was also the performance of a guitar playing master and a piano playing wife.

This piece depicted the tranquil and elegant afternoon time, just like a soul-calming song. What was even more amazing was that the Summer Time was played by an elegant piano instrument and a relatively ordinary guitar instrument. It achieved an unexpected effect and could be called an extremely classic pure music.

Zhang Muye shook his head. "No."

An unnoticeable disappointment flashed across Cao Ying's pretty face. But thinking about it, it made sense. This song had just been released not long ago. It had only performed a few times overseas. Last year, when Cao Ying was studying in Germany, she was fortunate enough to travel to the Golden Hall of Virginia once. Because of this, she fell deeply in love with this song and not only did she copy it completely through various means. Moreover, she also practiced the piano part every day.

But she forgot, this piece probably hadn't spread yet. How could Zhang Muye know it?

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