Chapter 122: There is also Cheng Ran, who is good at fighting without a horse (two in one)
"It's expected. It's boring." Chu Ze felt bored when he saw the voting results.

This kind of crushing game is not exciting at all. I suggest we get some superstars to put some pressure on him.

He moved his mouse to exit the full screen mode and prepared to close the web page.

"What are you doing? It's not over yet. There's still a group and a resurrection match to come." Xia Anruo was stunned by Chu Ze's actions and reminded him.

"I know, you've already finished singing, so there's nothing good to see for others." Chu Ze said as a matter of course.

For Chu Ze, the highlight of this show is Xia Anruo, just like those who chase after idols only watch their own brothers.

It’s just that I’m chasing after my wife, certainly not the kind of chasing after a wife that a otaku fantasizes about and can only lick the screen.

My wife can be touched.

Chu Ze's dog paw touched Xia Anruo's hand again, causing Xia Anruo to pull out her hand and slap back:
"Don't you want to know the result of the competition? See who was eliminated this time."

"Wouldn't it be clear if you just open the forum?"

Chu Ze said as he randomly clicked on a forum about who is the singing king, and sure enough there were a lot of spoilers. With a quick glance he knew that in the end Song Jie, Mei Ya and Cai Wei entered the resurrection match, and in the end Mei Ya was eliminated.

"This Miya is eliminated in the first round right after her comeback? It seems so." Chu Ze was happy to see the result.

"After all, her singing skills are about the same as mine now. Her real strength is still not as good as the other two. Her song is not good enough, so of course she can't compete." Xia Anruo analyzed.

If you want to win this show, you either have to rely on superb singing skills or amazing songs. You have to have one of them to show off. If you don't excel in both, you will naturally end up like Meiya.

"So, is this Miya a low-end version of you?" Chu Ze suddenly felt that the two were very similar when he heard this.

"Hmm?" Xia Anruo didn't understand what he meant.

"You two have similar singing skills and are both pretty, but you're definitely prettier." Chu Ze suddenly put on his armor to prevent the woman from arguing later, "It's a pity that Meiya's husband is not good enough. She's not as good as you in this aspect, so it seems reasonable for me to say that she is a low-profile version of you."

"You are quite good at flattering yourself." Xia Anruo heard the self-praise in Chu Ze's words and complained.

"Why, am I not awesome? If it weren't for my songs, you would have been eliminated long ago." Chu Ze said.

Xia Anruo made a face at him but didn't refute.

After all, this is the fact. With her strength, Chu Ze has made an indispensable contribution to her survival.

But Xia Anruo didn’t even complain about her husband’s shortcomings just now?

Didn't you notice it? Or did you just accept it?
Forget it, it doesn’t matter. It’s a good thing for Chu Ze anyway.

Chu Ze turned off the computer and pushed Xia Anruo out of the study: "Okay, it's getting late, we should go to bed together."

"?"

"What's the question mark?"

"Who wants to sleep with you?!" Xia Anruo was startled by Chu Ze's words and quickly stopped.

"I meant together in time. I didn't say together in space. Of course, if you don't mind, you can be together. My bed is quite big." Chu Ze explained, not knowing whether it was intentional or a slip of the tongue.

"Pooh."

Xia Anruo spat at him, then went downstairs with a red face and slept on the sofa.

……

……

In April, the spring rain continues.

Fine rain threads formed a line outside the window. Chu Ze sat in the back row by the window, tilting his head to count the densely packed raindrops hitting the window.

Chu Ze could only do such boring things with relish when he was in class. After all, there was nothing more boring than listening to an old professor speaking in dialect reading a PPT in class.

"Hey, hey, I caught you slacking off in class." Cheng Ran elbowed Chu Ze in a mean manner.

Chu Ze turned his head and glanced at his cell phone which was lying sideways on the back of the front seat.

"How dare you say that to me?" Chu Ze pointed at the video on his screen that was still playing of a young lady with ancient style showing her long legs.

"What do you know? I'm just studying and taking an exam." Cheng Ran said seriously.

"What exam?" Chu Ze glanced at him.

"The entrance examination."

"..."

Byd, you are watching Hehuan Sect, right?
Wake up, my Hehuan Sect doesn’t accept five.

It's not your turn to be the cauldron.

"Where's your face?" Chu Ze replied.

"I am studying the serious matters concerning the livelihood of the country. Unlike you, who are born as the flower of the future of the motherland but can only stare out the window in a daze." Cheng Ran said confidently.

"I'm not in a daze." Chu Ze said with a smile.

"Then what are you doing?"

"I was analyzing the normal distribution of dihydrogen monoxide falling on silicon dioxide after it was accelerated to the terminal velocity by free fall and then maintained a constant speed. I encountered a problem of uncontrollable external forces."

"speak English."

"I was counting the raindrops that were blown onto the windows by the wind."

"Did you count them?"

"114514 in total."

"Stupid."

"Bounce back."

"..."

Cheng Ran wanted to say something but stopped.

Forget it, I won’t play with elementary school students.

……

After a few minutes, the bell for the end of get out of class finally rang.

The only good thing about this old professor is that he never delays the get out of class for even a second. Even if he is halfway through a sentence, when the bell rings, the next thing he says is definitely two words:
"get out of class is over."

Very good, this is a fine traditional virtue worthy of learning for contemporary young people.

Never create a penny of value for your boss outside of working hours.

Of course, no creation is done during working hours.

The main purpose is to just eat and wait for death, and to lie down and do nothing.

Just as I was about to pack up and leave the classroom, Song Jiajia, the arts committee member in the front row, suddenly said loudly, "This year, the school is holding a arts evening as usual on May Day. Does anyone want to perform on stage? If you want to participate, please contact me to sign up. You will get credits if you participate."

As soon as he finished speaking, the students who were about to leave the classroom began to whisper to each other. Chu Ze had never been interested in this. He just continued to stuff his books into his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

The cultural evening party is a carnival for the real party, not something that a hand-fucking party like him should participate in.

After taking the elevator downstairs and arriving at the gate of the teaching building, Chu Ze stopped and looked at the rain at the door. Only then did he realize that he didn't bring an umbrella.

When I went out this morning, I was thinking: Oh, it’s okay, I only have two hours of class in the morning, so I shouldn’t have to miss it.

All we can say is that relying on luck is not a good idea and Murphy's Law is an indelible truth.

It’s raining so hard now that I can’t ride my electric scooter back.

He doesn't have the habit of wet play.

So now he needs someone to hold an umbrella for him.

Where's my paratrooper?

He glanced behind him and waited for a long time before he saw the late arrival of Cheng Ran, Lu Zihao and Yu Yang.

These are the three generals commanded by our Chu warlord. They are in charge of the three armies, and they control one side of Jiangda. They own a strategic location of over 15 square meters that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

The first one to come towards us was the archer leader Lao Lu, who was good at shooting.

Following closely behind him is the rocket troop commander Yu Yang, who is good at guidance.

There is also Cheng Ran, who is a paratrooper + infantryman and is good at fighting without horses.

Cheng Ran: “?”

Why do I feel like you are scolding me?

"Hurry, hurry, lend me an umbrella, I don't have it with me." Seeing them coming over, Chu Ze quickly asked Lao Lu for an umbrella and asked casually, "Why are you so slow?" "Because I found out that Cheng Ran actually wanted to participate in the cultural evening, so we were curious and went to see what was going on." Lu Zihao pointed at Cheng Ran.

"Cheng Ran? Cultural evening?" Chu Ze showed a confused expression.

Are these two words related?
"What are you doing? Are you looking down on your buddy?" Cheng Ran hated the way Chu Ze looked down on others.

"No, the main reason is that this is a cultural evening, not a circus. I don't think it should be the main venue for your performance." Chu Ze explained patiently.

"Get out!" Cheng Ran got angry on the spot.

rnm, you imply that my buddy is a clown again, I tell you I am angry.

do not be angry.

As soon as you turn red, the originally black and white ID card will turn into color.

The little king becomes the big king, and looks more like a clown.

"I don't want to bother with you. I'm telling you, I just now finally realized why I was single for three years in college." Cheng Ran was angry for a moment, but only for a moment.

"It took you three years to realize that you are ugly?" Chu Ze said.

"Fuck you, it's obviously because I'm too low-key that no one noticed my charm." Cheng Ran was very confident.

"so what?"

"So I want to attend this cultural evening party and let my junior classmates get a good look at my buddy's style. Maybe I can gain some fans. Then the problem of being single will be solved, right?" Cheng Ran had a beautiful thought.

"Juniors? Damn, you don't even let the juniors go?" Lu Zihao was shocked.

"Can you fucking focus on something normal?" Cheng Ran wanted to bash Old Lu in the head.

"It's you who said it, which caused misunderstanding. Besides, what are you going to perform at the evening party? A battle with Batman?" Chu Ze asked.

"Can't I sing?" Cheng Ran said.

"You? Singing?" Lu Zihao looked disgusted.

These are two unrelated words.

"No, what are you looking at? Do you think my singing is bad?" Cheng Ran looked dissatisfied.

"It's not bad, just not very nice." The taciturn Yu Yang has always been good at finishing off the opponent at critical moments.

Cheng Ran: “…”

"If you perform on stage, Dad is afraid that you will lose the right to choose your spouse for the next year." Chu Ze is very concerned about his child's future marriage.

"Can you guys wait for me a little? I'm not bragging, I just wrote a song recently, an original song, it's really nice, I'm not kidding you." Cheng Ran felt that he couldn't pretend anymore, he had to show his trump card and give these sarcastic and unfilial sons a slap in the face.

"You can also create original works?" Chu Ze was stunned.

"Also?" Cheng Ran caught the key words.

But he was soon interrupted by Lu Zihao: "Do you have any original songs? Sing them to open my eyes."

"Why are you joining in the fun? Haven't you heard it?" Cheng Ran glanced at him.

"I?"

"Yes, you and Old Yu have heard of it." Cheng Ran looked at Yu Yang again.

Lu Zihao and Yu Yang looked at each other in bewilderment: "Where did you hear that? How come we don't know about it?"

"Didn't I sing this in the dormitory these past two days?"

“Have you sung before?”

Lu Zihao pondered for a while, and suddenly thought of something: "Is it the kind that has simple lyrics and a single melody, but is full of rhythm, passion, and strong emotional release?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Doesn't it sound good?" Cheng Ran nodded and asked expectantly.

"Isn't it a good idea for you to perform this at a cultural evening party?" Lu Zihao hesitated.

"What is the problem?"

"This is not suitable for children."

"?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Isn't that the thing you yell about every day in the shower?"

"Fuck..." Cheng Ran hesitated.

You actually eavesdropped on me glueing, are you secretly in love with me?
"I sang a few lines in bed last night. Didn't you hear it?" Cheng Ran continued.

"On the bed? Oh, those two weird sentences?" Lu Zihao remembered.

"What the hell! Do you understand art?" Cheng Ran got furious when he heard that.

You can insult me, but you can't insult my art.

"Isn't it? If you don't believe me, try singing Chu Ze." Lu Zihao pointed at Chu Ze and asked him to make an objective judgment.

Cheng Ran refused to accept it and yelled at his brothers on the spot.

next moment……

"Hey, hey, hey, listen, this guy can sing a weird song."

A few girls who happened to be passing by looked surprised and turned back to their sisters as they walked.

Cheng Ran: “…”

Embarrassed.

Chu Ze and his companions chuckled, and Bengbu stopped.

"No, the inspiration for your song comes from the Ghost Animal Zone?" Chu Ze said happily.

"Get lost, this is my tribute to An Ruo." Cheng Ran is very unhappy now.

"Then you'd better not let her hear it. I'm afraid she will be mad at you." Chu Ze didn't know whether Xia Anruo would be mad at her, but he was almost dying of laughter.

If Xia Anruo was also pissed off to death...

Cheng Ran, you have such a vicious heart that you actually poisoned my husband and me in the song!

Is this your real purpose?

"You are just plainly jealous of my talent. I hope you won't be envious when I make a big splash at the party." Cheng Ran said this, but he was already unsure because of the heartbreaking comment from the passerby girl just now.

He seemed to have some self-awareness now, but it was still not much.

"I'm not envious, I'm not envious, but if you're willing to ask me for help now, I can really give you an original song so that you can stand out at the party. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll never be single in the future." Chu Ze rarely showed his sincere fatherly love to Cheng Ran, and said kindly.

"You also have original songs?" Cheng Ran obviously didn't trust him.

"Is it strange that I have original songs? As a novelist, it's reasonable for me to write a song, right?" Chu Ze nodded as a matter of course.

"Tsk, why should I ask you? What you write is not necessarily better than mine." Cheng Ran turned his head away with disdain.

"Not bad, not bad. I admire your confidence in being both a novice and a playful person. Keep it up!" Chu Ze didn't discourage him. He just patted his shoulder and then said to himself, "You said you are so good, but why did An Ruo insist on asking me to write the song instead of you? What a missed talent."

"Hmm? An Ruo asked you to write a song?" Cheng Ran turned his head suddenly when he heard this. "When did she ask you to write a song?"

"Have you forgotten the name of the author of the song "Legend"? " Chu Ze reminded.

Cheng Ran frowned and thought for a while, and finally remembered...

The author of "Legend" is Chu Ze.

The name is exactly the same as Chu Ze's, and he had specifically mentioned it to Chu Ze at the beginning.

"That Chu Ze is you? Don't we have the same name and surname?" Cheng Ran was shocked.

"It must be me, otherwise how do you think I know An Ruo?" Chu Ze held his head high and chest out. He had to be very confident at this time.

Don't pretend, it's a showdown!
If it were in the past, Cheng Ran would definitely not believe it, but after so long, he was very sure that Chu Ze and An Ru must be connected, and they were probably close friends. An Ru's autograph was obtained by Chu Ze, so he couldn't help but believe it.

If this is true...

A song "Legend" can make An Ruo turn things around, if he gets a song too...

Oh! Mom, I'm going to be famous too!
Cheng Ran bowed his head excitedly and said: "I have been wandering all my life without meeting a wise master. Fortunately, I have met you, sir. If you don't..."

Before Cheng Ran could finish his words, Chu Ze rushed forward and punched him.

Stop it right there!
(End of this chapter)