Showdown, I am the koi of the world of immortality

"Why are you here so early today?"

Seeing his appearance, Tu Nian simply avoided him and continued walking to the locker room.

The man wasn't upset when he saw the situation. He just smiled and tilted his head, then followed Tu Nian into the locker room.

"Why are you ignoring me?" He leaned against the closet and looked at Tu Nian condescendingly.

"did not hear it."

After saying that, Tu Nian opened the closet, and there were several pieces of clothing neatly packed inside: an embroidered denim jacket, a casual skirt just above the knees, a white suspender belt, and a pair of black leather short boots.

"Hey, the boss is getting better and better." The man's arm went around the back of Tu Nian's neck and lifted the white suspender belt into the air. He held the sling in front of Tu Nian and said with a smile, "This one only just goes over the chest, right?"

Tu Nian shook off his hooked arm and pulled the sling from his hand. She threw her short boots to the ground impatiently and stepped in: "Get out quickly, I want to change clothes."

The man smiled even more happily when he saw Tu Nian's gloomy expression. Just as he was about to say something else, the door to the dressing room was smashed open with a bang.

"A-Nian!" It was Yuwen who parked the car one by one and rushed over.

Just before Yuwen Yiyi reached the door of the locker room, he heard the voice of Tu Nian talking to a strange man. She carefully read the big words on the door, which was indeed the women's locker room, and thought that Tu Nian was being treated lightly. Yuwen Yiyi became anxious for a moment, kicked open the door and rushed in.

She ran up to Tu Nian in three steps and squeezed the man away. When I was about to curse someone, I realized that the other person was more than a head taller than me.

Yuwen swallowed his saliva one by one and puffed out his chest subconsciously: "This, this is the women's locker room, get out of here!"

"What did you say?" The man looked at Yuwen's fierce look and narrowed his eyes. He bent slightly, stared directly at Yuwen Yiyi's face and said, "If you dare to say it again, I will sew your mouth shut."

"Song Chengming, that's enough!" Tu Nian pulled Yuwen one by one behind him, glared at Song Chengming and said, "Get out."

Seeing Tu Nian's rather uneasy expression, Song Chengming knew that this person was really angry. He obediently took a step back and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Don't be angry, I'll just leave."

After saying that, Song Chengming closed the door and went to pack up the preparations.

Yuwen was stunned for a while, and it wasn't until Tu Nian let go of her hand and started to change into today's performance clothes that she finally recovered.

"Who is this person?" Yuwen asked one by one.

"Xing Xian's DJ."

"He's a DJ, what about Aze?" She quite liked that guy.

"I'll quit."

"So are you familiar with the newcomer? He seems to be quite afraid of you."

"Not familiar..."

While Tu Nian was prevaricating Yuwen Yiyi's questions, she changed her clothes. After changing her clothes, she looked at herself in the mirror, who was dressed a little revealingly, and felt that Chu Qiurong was indeed going too far.

But this is completely different at Yu Wenyi's first glance. She quickly looked around Tu Nian and sighed: "Finally, someone can understand the advantage of your figure!"

The embroidered denim jacket is paired with a suspender belt of just the right length inside, which pulls Tu Nian's waistline just right. The A-line skirt just above the knees is not too revealing, but it also fully demonstrates the advantage of her long legs.

Generally speaking, Tu Nian is fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, with breasts, a waist, a butt, and long black hair. She is simply not too beautiful.

Tu Niansi didn't feel anything at all: "Do you want this advantage?" It was all messy, and it was a total mess when I was working.

"You still dislike it!" Yu Wenyi covered his chest with a look of grief and anger, "It's really a drought, a drought, a flood, a flood. If I were half your age, I would definitely wear this every day!"

"It's something." Tu Nian gave her a roll of his eyes and dragged her towards the hall.

At half past seven, although the bar was still deserted, there were already a few customers wandering around.

Tu Nian asked Yuwen Yi to find a booth to rest while he went to the bar to debug the equipment. Song Chengming is the bar DJ, so naturally he is there.

As soon as Tu Nian passed by, he saw Song Chengming leaning against the bar with squinted eyes, stroking the cold outer wall of the square cup with one hand, and rubbing the other hand rhythmically on the mahogany grain of the bar. There was a very old dance music playing in the bar, but he was listening to it with gusto.

"I've been playing this song lately." Song Chengming said.

"'Moon River' is a cliché." Tu Nian shrugged and added: "But it does sound good."

"It's a cliché," Song Chengming said with a smile, "This is the flavor that is most lacking in new songs now."

Tu Nianshen took it seriously and tilted his head to look at Song Chengming. It was rare to see him so serious.

"So are there any new songs today?" she asked proactively.

"You seem to be looking forward to it." Song Chengming swung his wine glass.

Tu Nian's whole face collapsed. As expected, you can't have a good face towards men, otherwise you won't be able to talk to them all day long.

"Just kidding. You will definitely like today's song. I heard Boss Chu say that you are in a bottleneck period. Maybe it can give you inspiration."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, go thank the boss." After saying that, Song Chengming gave her a meaningful look.

"...Hurry up and get ready, it's about to start."

Tu Nian lowered his head in embarrassment. She thought of that man again, his face that looked a little weak, and his gentle eyes that gave people the illusion.

As soon as eight o'clock arrived, crowds of people came in one after another as if they had made an appointment, and the bar became noisy. The bar was almost crowded with people. Song Chengming rolled up his sleeves and walked to the stage.

"Dong-dong-" the dull drum beat sounded, and it was Song Chengming who was gently stroking the instrument. He stood in the spotlight, with red hair, easily attracting everyone's attention.

Suddenly, his wrist swung, and the drum beat suddenly changed from dull to bright, ticking, like the sound of a dial turning, and the background sound hummed faster than the drum beat. At this point, the main melody officially entered.

With the music, the atmosphere in the bar was restless, and more and more people poured into the central dance floor, twisting their bodies and touching each other.

Tu Nian's heart was also vibrating with the drumbeat, but her brain was extremely clear. Taking out the paper and pen she carried with her, she began to write something down quickly. It was unknown how long ago she had been creating like this.

After writing for an unknown amount of time, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Putting away her pen, she shook the score in her hand with great satisfaction. She looked towards the stage in joy, only to find Song Chengming looking at her on the stage.

When their eyes met, Tu Nian felt a little embarrassed for a moment. She looked back and hesitated for a while, then finally took out her phone, clicked on the red profile picture in WeChat and sent a message.

"Let's go have a meal during the rest."

The message had just been sent, and before Tu Nian had time to put away his phone, Yuwen Yiyi's dialog box suddenly popped up in the background of WeChat.

"Deck No. 12, come quickly!"