1novels Chapter 55 Looking at my sister is no different from looking at me
Chapter 55 Looking at my sister is no different from looking at me
"Su Xiaoxiao!" Su Yiyi was both ashamed and angry, and reached out to hit her younger sister.
Su Xiaoxiao laughed as she dodged, "Yu Ji, look, my sister has a better figure than you!"
On the other end of the screen, Zhou Yuji laughed loudly: "Su Xiaoxiao, you're so unethical! You betrayed your sister for personal gain!"
"How is that unfair?" Su Xiaoxiao retorted confidently, "You look at her the same way you look at me!"
Su Yiyi, no longer caring about being shy, stood up from the bathtub, splashing water everywhere: "Su Xiaoxiao, you're not sleeping with me tonight!"
She reached for the phone, and the two sisters started making a ruckus in the bathtub.
The phone traced an arc in the air before falling into the water with a "plop".
But the screen didn't go black. Zhou Yuji stared wide-eyed, clicking her tongue in amazement.
From bottom to top, it's spectacular, twice as spectacular.
"..." Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.
"..." Su Yiyi was also stunned.
……
By the time everything was finally settled, it was almost midnight.
The two sisters, dressed in their pajamas, sat on the living room sofa, each holding a cup of hot milk.
Su Xiaoxiao said, "Seriously, sis, do you think I should give Wang Bo a push regarding that matter?"
"Push who? Push Wang Bo?" Su Yiyi asked, puzzled.
"I'm pushing you," Su Xiaoxiao said, looking at her. "If you really like him, go for it. Wang Bo isn't very famous yet, and he's currently single. What if some vixen snatches him away if you don't take the initiative?"
Su Yiyi was silent for a moment, then gently shook her head: "Let nature take its course. If we are truly destined to be together, we will eventually come together. If we are not, there is no use in forcing it."
She paused, then looked at her younger sister: "Xiaoxiao, you said you have feelings for Wang Bo, although it's not deep enough yet, but what if things develop in the future? He's your blind date, so logically you two should be the ones with a chance."
Su Xiaoxiao waved her hand: "Come on, me and Wang Bo? Two workaholics together, wouldn't we be in business meetings every day? Our dates would consist of looking at financial reports, negotiating contracts, and analyzing market data? Just thinking about it is terrifying."
She took a sip of milk and continued, "What Wang Bo needs is someone who can understand his music, support his creative process, and provide him with warmth in life. Sister, you are the most suitable candidate."
Su Yiyi didn't reply, but just looked at the ripples in the milk in the glass.
As night deepened, the city gradually quieted down.
The two sisters went back to their rooms to rest. Su Xiaoxiao lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind still racing with work-related thoughts: how to negotiate the cooperation terms for "The Voice of China," Wang Bo's work schedule for next week...
In the next room, Su Yiyi stood by the window, looking at the moonlight outside, and softly humming the melody of "Encounter".
"Who will I meet, what kind of conversations will we have, and how far in the future is the person I'm waiting for...?"
She suddenly remembered what Wang Bo said during his live stream: "Cherish every encounter, because they make up our lives."
Was meeting Wang Bo an accident or destiny?
she does not know.
But she knew that since meeting him, her life had been filled with many different colors.
Her phone vibrated. She picked it up and saw a message from Wang Bo: "Teacher Su, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to ask you for some advice on composing the school song."
Su Yiyi's lips unconsciously curled up into a smile as she typed a reply: "Are you free? What time?"
The reply came almost instantly: "2 PM, recording studio."
"Okay, I'll be there on time."
Putting down her phone, Su Yiyi walked to the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed from the playful moments, but her eyes were shining.
In an inn in the Western Regions, Zhou Yuji was holding a laptop, drying her hair while looking at screenshots from the video she had just watched.
Then, she sent a message in her group chat with her three best friends: "@Su Yiyi @Su Xiaoxiao, you two had a pretty intense bath tonight [screenshot] [screenshot]"
A few seconds later, Su Xiaoxiao replied with several photos.
My best friend has plenty of compromising photos in her hands, so who's afraid of who!
Su Yiyi replied: "Both of you, delete it, and don't save it!"
Zhou Yuji: "I won't delete it, I'm going to keep it as a keepsake. My best friend is so awesome and beautiful!"
The group chat exploded instantly, with messages from the three girls flying by, exchanging memes, arguing, and revealing each other's embarrassing pasts.
The next morning at nine o'clock, when Wang Bo pushed open the door of the recording studio, Chen Mo was already sitting in front of the control panel eating a sandwich.
Seeing him come in, Chen Mo pushed up his glasses and said indistinctly, "Oh, the great poet is here? Those two lines of poetry you wrote for Zhou Yuji have gone viral online."
Wang Bo threw his backpack on the sofa and slumped into his swivel chair: "Brother Chen, please stop making fun of me. I get a headache just looking at the word 'poetry' now."
"What's bothering you?" Chen Mo stuffed the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth. "This is a talent that many people would kill for. But speaking of which, how are you feeling today? I've done a few versions of the school song arrangement; take a listen."
Wang Bo roused himself and put on his monitoring headphones.
Chen Mo clicked play, and a magnificent string prelude began, followed by rousing drumbeats.
After listening for thirty seconds, Wang Bo raised his hand to signal a pause: "It's too much."
"Too much?" Chen Mo frowned. "Shouldn't a school song be more grand?"
"A grand atmosphere doesn't mean fullness," Wang Bo said, taking off his headphones. "Listen to this string section; it's too thick, drowning out the main melody. And the drumbeats are so intense; the students will think they're going to war."
Chen Mo stroked his chin: "So you mean...?"
"Keep it simple," Wang Bo put his headphones back on. "Use piano and guitar for the verses, and add strings and drums for the chorus, but don't make it too full. Leave some breathing room. What we need is that kind of strength that grows out of confusion, not slogan-like motivation."
Chen Mo nodded thoughtfully and began typing on the keyboard: "Okay, I'll adjust it."
Wang Bo was busy when his phone vibrated.
He took it out and saw that it was a voice message from Zhou Yuji.
"Little Wang, are you up yet? I just climbed a snow-capped mountain and I'm freezing, but after taking out your... no, I mean, your two lines of poetry and reading them, I suddenly felt it was all worth it. Wow, it's so beautiful—'I see all living beings as grass and trees, but I only see you as a green mountain.'"
Wang Bo had just finished listening when the voice message was retracted.
Another message came in, a photo: Zhou Yuji was wrapped up like a penguin, standing on the top of a snow-capped mountain, with a background of white snow and a clear blue sky. She made a peace sign at the camera, her nose was red from the cold, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.
Wang Bo typed back: "Sister Zhou, your gear is pretty complete, but the description of being frozen to the bone is a bit off-putting. You're a goddess, after all."
She replied almost instantly: "What do you mean by artistic conception? Realism is the most moving! But seriously, you wrote so well. I've read it more than ten times, and I like it more and more each time. It's a pity I don't have such good writing skills; no matter how happy I am, I can't express my feelings."
Just as Wang Bo was about to reply, "Sister Zhou, you flatter me," Zhou Yuji sent another message: "So, Little Wang, since you're helping me out, why don't you write a couple more lines for me? Consider it my way of repaying you."
Wang Bo was speechless: "Sister Zhou, this is... an even higher level of using someone else's flowers to present to Buddha."