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Chapter 275 - 275 194 Car Cover
Chapter 275 - 275 194 Car Cover
?Chapter 275: Chapter 194: Car Cover Chapter 275: Chapter 194: Car Cover At the beginning of June, on the night streets.
Cheng Qiuyu looked at the two friends approaching and then glanced at the silver car on the other side.
A puzzled expression appeared on her face, “Wenning, Dongbing, what were you guys doing over there? I think I saw you kicking the car with your feet.”
Liu Wenning said with a relaxed face, “That car owner is a real idiot, parking all over the place in our neighborhood before, and even shining the headlights at me.”
Zhou Dongbing shrugged nonchalantly and said boastfully, “Heh, I just so happened to step in a mud puddle on the road, and my shoes got really dirty, so I wiped the mud on it, sort of as a way to vent for Wenning.”
Hearing this, Cheng Qiuyu pursed her lips and frowned slightly, “Isn’t this not quite right? And there are cameras around as well.”
“Not to mention whether that idiot of a car owner will find out, we just wiped and lightly kicked it a couple of times,” Zhou Dongbing said indifferently, “The rear fender of that Mercedes is made of metal, and this degree of abuse won’t deform it, a simple wipe and it’s clean. Even if the paint got scratched a tiny bit, it would be hard to claim damages; he’s not really going to go through the trouble of calling the police and checking the surveillance, is he?”
The female keyboardist Moli patted Qiuyu’s shoulder with a grin, “Come on, QQ, what’s the big deal, why fuss over this?”
Cheng Qiuyu made a sound of acknowledgment and said no more.
Liu Wenning looked ahead at the deserted street, the sky full of stars, as he faced the cool night breeze and suddenly let out a “wow” shout.
He took the guitar from his shoulder, strummed the strings casually, and began to sing as he walked.
?BGM: Goodbye My Love I wanna say goodbye
Goodbye My Past I want a new life
Goodbye My Tears, the stumbles and the failures…?
Zhou Dongbing and Moli clapped along to the beat, singing with him.
A smile surfaced on Cheng Qiuyu’s face as she lightly clapped her hands, watching her three friends.
Liu Wenning looked at Cheng Qiuyu’s delicate and distinct features, his singing voice grew louder and louder, echoing through the tree-lined street.
This song, “My Sky” by South to North Warfare, expressed his current mood very well.
At night, beneath the building, two people embracing, the silver Mercedes, the dazzling meteor shower of headlights, a jester-like image of himself.
Ever since that day, this scene would sporadically appear in his mind.
For him, it was an obstacle hard to overcome, and a humiliating past.
But now, he had completely given up on Gao Mengting.
You never know what’s good or bad.
He liked Gao Mengting for the artistic aura she exuded and her idealism, for watching her read in the sunlight, for seeing the sparkle in her eyes when she spoke about Tolstoy, Goethe, and contradictions.
But all those filters faded away after that night.
In comparison, Cheng Qiuyu matched his fantasies of a partner even more.
She shared his love for reading, came from a fine arts background, was adept at painting, played the bass, and could dance.
They both enjoyed music and loved the arts.
Moreover, Cheng Qiuyu had just entered society, still carrying with her the naivety of an ivory tower girl.
Especially when he sang folk songs, the concentration and admiration in her eyes mesmerized him like smoke, addictive.
He also believed that with more interaction between the two, their feelings would emerge naturally.
The song gradually came to a halt.
Liu Wenning put away his guitar and smiled at Cheng Qiuyu, “Your performance tonight was really great! You were very composed, and your bass playing was even better than during rehearsals. With your skills, you could totally make it in the entertainment industry.”
Moli hugged her arm, “Yeah, QQ, with your face, figure, and singing ability, you’re no less than those idols. You should try out for a talent show.”
Cheng Qiuyu calmly shook her head, “I just like music, just as I like painting. If I really had to become a singer, I definitely couldn’t.”
She was aware of her limits; indeed she had some musical talent, but it wasn’t outstanding.
The current her only wanted to shine in her day job. The band and performances felt more like added bonuses to her life.
She had mustered the courage to perform with this temporary band today because she genuinely wanted to sing Su Yu’s songs.
The university graduation ceremony was on June 19th, and Su Yu’s concert was on June 20th.
It couldn’t be denied that there was a sense of fate, as she fervently wished to see her in person! Unfortunately, she just couldn’t get a ticket.
She had been a fan of Su Yu since middle school when Su was the main dancer in the Echo girl group, with unmatched singing skills.
Stellar and beautiful, she faced marginalization and betrayal from her teammates.
Cheng Qiuyu had witnessed Su’s fall to the depths and her subsequent rise, soaring high to become a super star in the country, now the most renowned female singer.
Her feelings for Su Yu evolved from liking to idolizing, to becoming utterly infatuated.
The power of a role model is immense, and perhaps by following a star for a long time, one really does become more like them.
Many of her friends said they could see Su Yu’s shadow in her.
For her, this was the most joyful compliment.
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“Who would do such a despicable thing? The car was parked properly, not bothering anyone!” Xu Qing stepped forward to take a closer look, both angry and heartbroken, “Such a new car, it’s infuriating! It’s definitely intentional, stepping in the mud and then wiping it on the car, what a scumbag!”
Having already considered Tang Song one of her own, she seemed more anxious than the car’s actual owner.
The valet looked at Tang Song, “Boss, do you want to call the police? It doesn’t seem like it was kicked with force, no dents, and because of the protective film, there’s no paint damage, making it hard to assess blame.”
Being just a valet, he naturally thought about finishing this job quickly and not delaying his work.