Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

The brothers temporarily lived in a small hotel that did not require ID cards.Because it is not easy to find an affordable house that is not too far from Lin Yuguo's school, he stayed in this hotel for a few days.

Due to the winter vacation, Song Yaze worked in ktv almost day and night, and only returned home with heavy and tired steps in the early morning, and fell asleep when he fell down. Even the ktv manager felt sorry for him and gave him less work. .

He came home every day and fell headlong on the bed. He was so tired that he didn't even want to take off his shoes. He really just wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep. Only then did I wash my feet in some scalding water in a daze, and when I closed my eyes, I fell unconscious.

He never complains about being tired, because he can get twice as much money as before.But it was this kind of forbearance that made Lin Yuguo feel even more distressed. He began to hate himself for being worthless and making his brother suffer; and the only way to stop his brother from being tired was the textbook in his hand.

Yes, he is too young, not to mention the ability to cover the sky with one hand, even if he only covers his elder brother, he is unable to do it.

Whenever he saw Song Yaze falling asleep tiredly, he felt infinitely sad, but there was nothing he could do; even he had to rely on his elder brother to live, how could he still have the ability to protect him; thinking of this, he regarded studying as a relief Even if he is tired of studying, he looks like a high-achieving student.

That night, the wind seemed to be blowing harder than usual, and the rain in the mountain city was also pattering down, bringing another layer of chill to the already humid air; there was much more muddy water on the ground than usual. It's easy to splash the trousers of beautiful and handsome men; the sky is so low and sinking, as if it wants to suffocate people.

And even this kind of weather can't change the peace of singing and dancing in the major night shows.People seem to want to burst out all the heat suppressed by the cold winter, screaming crazily at the high-definition screen, hugging the beauty in their arms, and showing the other side that is little known in the interweaving of alcohol and light; they are King of the night, sing to the roof; yes!How exhausting life is!Maybe this roar can take away a little tiredness and helplessness.

Song Yaze worked in such a place.

"Xiao Song! No. 307 wants two servings of popcorn and a fruit platter, send it to someone!"

Director Xu said to Song Yaze hurriedly. He was still holding a case of beer in his hand, and his forehead was sweating.He is a reasonable supervisor and humane to his employees, and those who work with him want to stay with him.

"Director, just now you said that 215 is urging beer, so let someone else deliver it to 307!"

Song Yaze held the beer in his hand, wiped the sweat off his head with the back of his hand, and said with a blushing face.He was as busy as a spinning top, spinning and shuttling in the maze-like KTV corridor.

"215, let someone else do it! 317 calls for you!" Director Xu spoke Chongqing dialect, which was hard to hear clearly in the noisy corridor.

"I want to go to roll call?! Why?"

Song Yaze was very surprised. After all, it is very rare for a customer to remember the name of a ktv waiter and ask for his service by name.

"It's because you did a good job last time, and I want you to go there this time. Don't ask me why I'm a kid, go there quickly, and the guests are waiting for you when you come back!"

Manager Xu urged Song Yaze, and took the beer from his hand, asking him to serve fruit platter and popcorn.

Song Yaze picked up the platter in doubt and went up to the third floor.

The rooms on the third floor are all luxurious private rooms with a lot of space and much more expensive than ordinary private rooms. There are even violins, guitars and other musical instruments in the background. It looks like a musical atmosphere, but it still can’t change its money-oriented nature.

Song Yaze gently pushed open the heavy and shiny private room door of 317. It was very dark inside, and his pupils dilated rapidly due to the change of light perception. There were a lot of people, both men and women; the sound in the private room was so loud that it made people's eardrums hurt; the heat wave inside was blowing towards the face, and Song Yaze felt as if he had thrown his face into hot steam, it was very stuffy and uncomfortable.

He endured his disgust and straightened his body, his slender figure was concealed by the darkness; and when he saw outsiders entering the private room, it seemed to be even more jubilant, the heat and noise swept over him, making his heart beat faster.He put the fruit and popcorn on the slippery table, put away the tray, and prepared to escape from this place like a dance of demons.

"Go! Get our boss a bottle of red wine!"

A limp voice sounded, as if teasing.

"That's right! You have to take it!" The men and women around exploded with a "boom" as if hearing a joke.

"What brand do you need?" Song Yaze asked as politely as possible.

"Don't worry about the brand! The most expensive one will do!"

Another equally ruffian voice said, as if watching Song Yaze's joke.

Song Yaze nodded, picked up the tray and went out. When he came back, he had a bottle of red wine and a few wine glasses in his hand.The heat wave in the private room was still as hot as before, as if boiling water; laughter and *sounds could be heard endlessly.

Song Yaze opened the red wine, and as soon as he put down the bottle, he heard a whining female voice say, "Go get someone a bag of dried blueberries!"

At this time, another equally delicate female voice sounded: "There is still a bag of lover plums!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was another burst of laughter around.Song Yaze still nodded, ignored these things, and went to get two bags of Huamei and sent them over.

Sure enough, someone started asking again: "Bring me a bag of milk!", "Bring me a bag of tissues!", "I want a cocktail!", "I'm hungry, bring me some bread"...

When encountering customers who deliberately make things difficult, the waiter can only bear it.

Song Yaze ran up and down the stairs seven or eight times, and was a little out of breath.However, he is really good-tempered and not angry, perhaps because of his mental age and the experience of working part-time in a restaurant, his mind is unspeakably large.

Listening to the voice, those people were just a group of children in their teens, not much older than Lin Yuguo.Although their voices are stern and playful, they are still immature.Song Yaze didn't want to make it difficult for a group of children, so he just regarded it as a prank by a group of children who didn't learn well, and let it go.

Holding two bags of marshmallows, he entered the private room slightly out of breath, but he still straightened his back and maintained a handsome appearance, which made his figure very tall and slender, and his manners were decent, with beads of sweat on his face , very ruddy.His facial features are good-looking, but not feminine, and it is easy for young girls to stop their eyes for a few seconds before turning away.

This time, the light in the private room was turned on, but it was still not bright, because only one place was turned on, but Song Yaze had already seen the scene clearly.

A row of girls with scantily dressed, sexy dresses and heavy makeup sat on the luxurious and gaudy leather sofa in the private room. They all blinked and stared at Song Yaze, their eyes were either mocking or admiring; Hooligan-like Shamat teenagers, with cigarettes in their mouths and colorful hair, look like monsters.

Sitting in the middle of the girls, hugging left and right is a young man who is also very well dressed, wearing earrings and nose studs, his fair face is very even, but it is ruined by the white and purple rooster head He has a clean and youthful appearance; his nose bridge is very high, which adds a little bit to his appearance; his lips are a little dark purple in color, which may be a special lipstick on purpose.

In short, Song Yaze saw a group of ghost-like killers looking at him in unison, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps one after another, and the hair on the top of his head felt like he was being shocked by an electric shock. Standing up; enduring the discomfort, he put the snacks on the table already piled with food, and politely raised his legs to leave.

"Wait a minute." The boy in the middle spoke, his age is indeed only a boy for Song Yaze.His voice was clear and clear, but it was extremely discordant under the coat wrapped in Shamat.

Song Yaze stopped and looked at the boy politely, waiting for his order or making things difficult.

The boy saw that Song Yaze's eyes were still as calm as water, without any anger.He froze for a moment, then coughed lightly and said:

"Since you're here, let's sing a song before leaving! By the way, sing a cappella!"

After finishing speaking, there was a sly smile on his lips, and he looked at Song Yaze as if he was watching a joke, as if he was waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of booing beside him, and some boys clapped their hands vigorously, put the microphone into Song Yaze's hands, and put their arms around his shoulders, as if they were very close to him; the girls They are more to watch the fun.

Song Yaze glanced at them, and said calmly: "The company has regulations, no waiters are allowed..."

"If the guest asks you to do it, you have to do it!"

The boy was very arrogant. With his neck held high, he seemed to be pointing at Song Yaze with his chin: "Otherwise, call your supervisor and see if he asks you to sing or not."

Song Yaze was silent for a few seconds, and readily agreed: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he walked across the table, picked up the guitar that was placed next to the karaoke table as a decoration, plucked it for a test sound, made some adjustments, and then said to the erected microphone:

"It's easy for me to go out of tune if I sing a cappella, so let's play the guitar as an accompaniment!"

The bottom seemed to be ignited, and suddenly it was like an explosion. The sound of whistles and boos came up suddenly. They were all watching the good show, waiting for this calm young man to do something.

Song Yaze plucked the guitar, adjusted the microphone, and began to sing.

"rdaed sofaraway..."

He sang "rday" by the Beatles, which was a song he learned day and night for five days in college for a performance at a fellowship party.Of course, he can only play this piece because he is not very talented, and it was bought by his roommate who was the minister of the external relations department at the price of a week's breakfast.

He misses his college life.At that time, although he held a part-time job, he still did not experience the hardships and helplessness of life, and was full of beautiful longing for the future.College time is Song Yaze's favorite time to savor carefully. Because of college, because of a group of good brothers around him, and because of those carefree days, he fell in love with the city of Chongqing.

"ly, i'be..."

His singing voice is indeed superior to that of ordinary people, and it is by no means incomplete and roaring, otherwise he would not be dragged to the stage by his roommates to fill up the number;His singing voice is ordinary, just like him, just like a speck of dust in the universe, so insignificant.

This song "rday" really became yesterday.But every time he goes to sing K, or socialize, or have fun on holiday, or relax himself, his last song must be this classic track.He joked with his close friends whether this song recorded his first love, and he responded with a smile:

"Of course! My first love is my university!"

"rday..."

He is really tired, maybe he can't see it on the outside, but the worries about life in his heart make his brain stop like a perpetual motion machine.This kind of tiredness is invisible, and it will gradually suffocate and crush people to death; he has never complained about being tired, but not saying it doesn't mean he doesn't think so in his heart.

He really needed stability and rest.Maybe this song "rday" is his roar after being made things difficult for many times, but this roar is so soft, full of nostalgia, like gold-plated, eternal.

After humming the last tune, Song Yaze plucked the guitar strings and ended the whole song.

When he sang, he seemed to see that a group of killers around him disappeared, replaced by college classmates in simple and dry clothes, they all smiled happily, clapped the beat with their hands, and there were moderate cheers .

At that moment, he even felt his nose a little sore.He really missed them, the good classmates.

The moment the song finished, the good classmate was replaced by the noisy Sha Matt.He said "thank you" to the laughing and cursing black masses in a low and clean voice, then gently put the guitar down and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

The leading boy spoke. He crossed his legs and put his arms around the girl beside him. He looked straight at Song Yaze and said, his tone a little hasty.

Song Yaze stopped leaving and looked back at him calmly.

Seeing Song Yaze's eyes, the boy dodged his eyes a little, and stammered his words:

"That...you...bring me a bottle of cold beer...you sing so badly, I get angry when I hear it!"

"it is good."

Song Yaze nodded expressionlessly, then calmly went to the supermarket on the second floor to get a bottle of cold beer.

But as soon as he opened the door, before he could see the situation inside, he was dragged and dragged into the middle of the private room by two people laughing and crossing their arms, and then threw him on the ground.When he was half kneeling and dragged, the cold beer in his hand had already fallen to the ground. Fortunately, there was a thick blanket on the ground, and the bottle was not broken.

Song Yaze was extremely astonished. He knew that this group of people came here deliberately to make trouble today, and they would never let him go before they succeeded.

He put away his surprise and didn't bother to argue with a group of children, so he stood up calmly, patted the dust on his knees, his eyes drooped slightly, looked at the so-called "Kid King", and asked like coaxing a child:

"What do you want to do?"

Killing Matt Kid King stared at Song Yaze, and said slowly, "Remember my name, my name is Qiu Ying."

His haughty tone mixed with his childish voice sounded ridiculous.

——Qiu Ying?

Song Yaze couldn't help laughing, the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc, and the lying silkworms filled up as if waking up, and his eyes were bent, looking very gentle.

Kid King was stunned for a moment, his face seemed to be a little red, and he said angrily, "You...what are you laughing at?!"

After speaking, his eyes widened, waiting for the answer with anticipation.

"It's nothing, it's just that your name is different from that of Tang Yin, who was as famous as Tang Yin in the Ming Dynasty." Song Yaze explained with a smile.

"Tang Yin? Who is Tang Yin?" The Child King asked puzzled.

"...He also has a name called Tang Bohu." Song Yaze said helplessly.

——This buddy, even Tang Yin doesn't know about it!How ignorant this is!

"Oh! I know! It's the one with eight wives! Cut!"

Kid King yelled loudly, as if to prove that he was very knowledgeable.

Song Yaze didn't bother to correct anything with him, so he smiled socially and was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute!" Kid King yelled again, his face flushed.

--really!

Song Yaze stopped, waiting for his order.

The child king took back the arm of the beautiful woman, scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks before faltering:

"That...you...remember my name?"

"Remember, your name is Qiu Ying."

Song Yaze nodded and said.At this moment, he was not angry at all, but wanted to laugh. As a man in his 30s, he would not be really angry when faced with the behavior of a middle school boy.

"Um……"

The boy scratched his head, blushing even more.Although he pretended to be domineering, the red that was about to drip from his face betrayed him and made others very embarrassed.

"That... I... am not legally blind... nor dementia..."

The boy said shyly, his eyes dodged, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Song Yaze was stunned at first, and then he felt like a thunder exploded in his ears, making his brain go blank, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky.He never dreamed that the kid king who killed Matt was actually the boss of the guarantee company? !

At that moment, his first reaction was not that trouble was coming, but that it was strange that the guarantee company had fallen into the hands of this kid who was dressed like a monster, and it hadn't closed down yet. What an anecdote!

Just when he was stunned because of shock, a group of people next to him exploded: "Boss! He scolded you, why don't you scold him back?!", "Boss! Show him some color!", "Boss! !Kill him!", "Boss! Let him kneel down and call daddy!"...

Qiu Ying seemed to feel that she had lost face in front of the younger brothers, so she coughed lightly in embarrassment, and said angrily:

"So! You scold me, I haven't settled with you yet!"

There was another burst of noise under the stage like a frying pan, echoing, teasing, watching, adding oil and vinegar...

They were expecting Song Yaze to be punished.The philistine and gloating side of human nature, at this time, is vividly interpreted by these ignorant teenagers.

Seeing that the other party was a child, Song Yaze was more relieved than shocked, because this Qiu Ying in front of him was really like a brainless boy, weak-willed and impulsive, much easier to deal with than those wily and slippery old foxes.

"There is no legal basis for repaying the debts of the father and the son. You ask me to pay the debt because you don't understand the law at all."

Song Yaze raised his chin and said with a stern face, completely losing the gentleness and patience just now.

"I...Of course I know the law!"

Qiu Ying hurriedly answered, her face flushed red: "I'm just looking for someone to play a joke on you...that's all..."

"Are you kidding? Can you beat my brother black and blue?" Song Yaze asked coldly.

"Then you're still scolding me! Anyway, it's even!" Qiu Ying spoke very quickly, as if she felt a little guilty.

"Since it's evened, don't make trouble again." Song Yaze picked up the beer, put it firmly on the table, and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Qiu Ying became a little anxious, and her voice was much louder.

Song Yaze stopped and looked at him impatiently.

"That..." Qiu Ying scratched her head, blushing and stammering:

"Now I allow you...to be my little brother..."

At that moment, Song Yaze was angry and wanted to laugh, he really wanted to go up and kick this self righteous little boy.

"I'm sorry, I've never been a little brother, I'm afraid I can't do it well, so I don't want to trouble you."

He replied honestly, it sounded like he was really thinking about Qiu Ying.

And Qiu Ying's face turned even redder, he quickly shook his head and explained: "It's okay! I like raising new people!"

But the audience was not happy: "Boss! How can he be your little brother!", "He's dressed up to death, not at all!", "Boss! He has lost your face by being your little brother!", " Boss! He is not worthy to stand with us!"...

Taking advantage of the commotion, Song Yaze hurried to the door of the private room. When he was waiting for him to open the door, he vaguely heard "wait a minute" from the noisy crowd, but he ignored it and quickly opened the door Fleeing in despair, it was as if there was a sea of ​​hell and fire behind it, filled with yakshas and rakshasas.