Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

After finishing the championship interview arranged by the program team.

As soon as Lin Lang shook off the scout from the agency, the media reporters at the scene rushed to the champion Lin Lang, vying to interview him.

Reporters from different newspapers, websites, TV stations and magazines rushed to interview Lin Lang. They were all full of curiosity and expectations about Lin Lang, the young Masters Cup champion.

All of a sudden, all kinds of problems came flooding in.

Lin Lang stood under the bright lights, smiling, ready to face the siege of the media.

"Crack...knock..."

The sound of a SLR camera frantically clicking the shutter.

The flash of the SLR camera was so dazzling that Lin Lang felt a little uncomfortable facing the large number of reporters vying for interviews.

The handsome Lin Lang, holding the Masters Cup he had just won, had an aura of two meters and eight, which wiped out countless films.

Cameramen from various media outlets carried cameras and pointed the lenses at Lin Lang. Lin Lang in the cameras was very photogenic and gave people an outstanding idol temperament, making him very suitable for debuting as a star.

A slender female reporter with delicate makeup held the microphone and asked eagerly: "Congratulations on winning the championship. Can you tell us how you feel now?"

Lin Lang smiled slightly, with confidence gleaming in his eyes.

It was a fun crossover experience, and I feel pretty good after winning it.”

"You won the Masters Cup in a cross-border competition and defeated all the top professional pianists in the country. It's amazing!"

“After this brilliant achievement, do you intend to prepare a grand concert or release an album to share the music feast with the fans?”

Lin Lang pretended to be mysterious and replied: "Everything is possible!"

The voice just fell.

A male reporter wearing glasses couldn't wait to ask: "You are not a professional pianist, but you won the Master Cup in the top professional piano competition. How long did you prepare for the competition? How many hours do you need to practice every day?"

"I decided to participate at the last minute. I didn't prepare for the competition and I don't practice piano regularly. Isn't it enough to just have a hand to win the Masters Cup?"

"Uh..." The male reporter wearing glasses was shocked after hearing this.

A young female reporter squeezed in front of the camera and asked curiously: "It is said that the pianist who wins this year's Master Cup can directly enter this year's CCTV Spring Festival Gala. Are you looking forward to being on the Spring Festival Gala?"

Lin Lang replied: "If I play the piano on the Spring Festival Gala and bring joy to everyone, that's not bad!"

As the interview progressed, the questions asked by the media reporters became more and more diverse.

Some media reporters asked Lin Lang about his future plans.

Some media reporters are concerned about the source of Lin Lang's creative inspiration.

Some reporters pushed each other in order to grab a better position, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.

Faced with this series of questions, Lin Lang seemed a little overwhelmed, but he still kept smiling and answered every reporter's question politely.

It has to be said that Lin Lang is well-educated and has charismatic personality.

Lin Lang did not feel annoyed or impatient because of some reporters' tricky questions.

On the contrary, Lin Lang always treated reporters from various media with a gentle and humble attitude, and in a somewhat chaotic environment, he showed off his damn personal charm.

Finally, surrounded by the media, Lin Lang ended the interview and turned away gracefully.

Under the light, Lin Lang's back looked exceptionally tall and straight, so handsome that it was unfair, even so handsome that there was no limit to his handsomeness.

This very glorious and highly anticipated interview was just a small and insignificant scene in Lin Lang's brilliant and glorious life.

This short interview is insignificant compared to Lin Lang’s future great achievements and magnificent experiences.

However, it was this small scene that Lin Lang didn't care about, but became a hot topic after being broadcast on major media TV stations or published in newspapers, and quickly increased Lin Lang's popularity in the millennium.

After Lin Lang finished the media interview, Zhou Mengyao came up to him like a little fan girl.

"Old classmate, congratulations again on winning the Masters Cup. Your performance in the final was so cool, and your superb piano skills are truly invincible!"

Lin Lang replied pretentiously: "It's just a small achievement, not worth mentioning."

Zhou Mengyao couldn't hide her happiness and said, "How are we going to celebrate your victory in the Masters Cup?"

Lin Lang actually replied: "Buy a house."

“What are you buying a building for?”

"Are you buying a building to celebrate your victory in the Masters Cup?" Zhou Mengyao looked puzzled.

Lin Lang replied: "Yes!"

Zhou Mengyao was surprised and said, "Your way of celebrating is quite unique. Who would buy a house to celebrate winning an award?!"

Lin Lang replied: "Mengyao, you should also learn from me. In the future, buy a house when you are happy, buy a house when you are unhappy, buy a house when there is something worth celebrating, and buy a house when there is nothing to celebrate."

"You always buy a house no matter what you do. As soon as you have some spare money, you buy a house in Haikou."

"I'll be the real estate tycoon of Yihai City, and you'll be the real estate tycoon of Yihai City. How about we compete in buying houses to see who buys more?"

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao wiped the sweat off her forehead and said weakly, "Lin Lang, your train of thought is very strange. If we can't eat too many houses, what are we buying so many buildings in Hai City for?"

Lin Lang shrugged and said, "Do I even need to ask this?"

“Of course it’s real estate investment!”

"The average house price in Yihai City is only 3000 yuan, the house price in Yihai suburbs is only 1200 yuan per square meter, and the townhouses in Hongqiao District are only 5000 yuan per square meter. It's like finding something for free, so of course I have to start buying."

"Lin Lang, do you mean that the housing prices in Longhai City will see a sharp rise?"

Lin Lang replied: "Not only will the housing prices in Longhai City rise rapidly as Xia Country's economy takes off, but housing prices across the country will also rise as national income increases."

"As Xia Country's modern metropolis, the housing prices in the future of Yihai City will exceed your imagination, so we must plan ahead and purchase a large amount of high-quality real estate in Yihai, the Magic City."

Zhou Mengyao was surprised and asked, "Why are you so sure that the housing prices in Changhai City will rise sharply?"

Lin Lang naturally couldn't go back, he was a time traveler.

So, Lin Lang said with a smile: "Mengyao, have you forgotten?"

"I am a top student in the Department of Finance. From the perspective of socioeconomics, Xia Country is about to usher in earth-shaking development, and real estate appreciation is inevitable."

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao laughed at herself and said, "Although I am a descendant of the old Shanghai real estate tycoon, I did not inherit the gene of the Zhou family bloodline that is proficient in real estate business, and I don't understand real estate investment~"

"But since you are so sure that housing prices across the country will rise sharply, then I will believe you. It would be nice to invest in some real estate in Longhai City and wait for it to appreciate in value."

Zhou Mengyao stuck out her tongue and smiled playfully.

"Mengyao, do you trust me so much?"

"It is precisely because I believe in you unconditionally that I was able to change to rain tires on a sunny day in the ARRC Asian Women's Road Motorcycle Championship. It suddenly rained heavily in the middle of the race. Fortunately, I won the season championship and became the number one female racer in Asia!"

"So Lin Lang, no matter what you say from now on, I will believe you unconditionally~"

Lin Lang half-jokingly asked: "What if I say that I want to marry you?"

Zhou Mengyao blushed after hearing this, and asked back with affectionate eyes: "Are you confessing to me now?"

Masters compete with each other, until the point is reached.

If you want to take the lead in a relationship, you cannot take the initiative to express your feelings. The one who falls in love first is the loser.

So, Lin Lang tried to play hard to get and changed the subject by saying, "Mengyao, you are quite fair, your skin is so fair that it glows!"

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao thought to herself, "Lin Lang deliberately ignored the conversation because he doesn't like me?"

"Or is he playing hard to get, wanting me to confess to him?"

After finishing her words, Zhou Mengyao raised her beautiful little face and said proudly, "Tsk~ forget it! The people who like me can line up from the sea to France, and you are not the only one I need~"

After hearing this, Lin Lang smiled and said, "Let's go, Miss Zhou. If we don't go to buy a house now, the sales office will be closed soon."

"Yeah." Zhou Mengyao nodded beautifully.

Both of them want to win over others, so they are only suitable to play mahjong together.

In a relationship, someone always has to put aside their pride and express love to the other person first.

It is obvious that in this ambiguous emotional game that is constantly heating up, neither Zhou Mengyao nor Lin Lang wants to be a bootlicker. Although they like each other, they both want to control the other.

Although this thin layer of window paper has not been broken yet, Zhou Mengyao's clear eyes are already full of Lin Lang. There is no room for any other man in her heart.

Lin Lang said goodbye to the event program team, took the trophy and award certificate, and walked into the elevator with the sweet and cool motorcycle goddess Zhou Mengyao, chatting and laughing.

"Ding……"

The elevator door slowly opened.

Lin Lang pressed the elevator button on the underground floor and headed to the underground parking lot of the Hai TV Station.

Lin Lang drove a black Audi A6, carrying the beautiful Zhou Mengyao, and slowly left the underground parking lot of Haihai TV Station.

Workshop.

In the car radio, the music radio channel of Longhai FM was playing the song "At Least I Still Have You" which was very popular at that time. Lin Yilian's sad and melancholy voice made this classic love song very flavorful.

I'm afraid it's too late, I want to hold you

Until I feel your wrinkles

With traces of time

Until you are sure you are real

Until I lose my strength

For you I am willing

I can't move but I have to watch you

Until I feel your hairline

There are traces of white snow

Until the vision becomes blurred

Until I can't breathe

Let us be inseparable...

Lin Lang sat in the driver's seat of the Audi A6, driving to the sales office while humming a song in a good mood, exuding damn charm at all times and in all places.

Listening to love songs full of the sense of the times, driving on the streets of Shanghai in the millennium.

The peerless beauty Zhou Mengyao was sitting in the passenger seat with him, and the trophy and certificate were thrown on the back seat of the car. At this moment, Lin Lang was the envy of others.

The faint fragrance from Zhou Mengyao permeated the car.

It definitely tastes ambiguous.

Zhou Mengyao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Lin Lang from time to time. She was attracted by his talent and handsomeness. Her eyes showed admiration and love, and her affection was so deep that it was almost tearing.

It's definitely a heart-pounding feeling.