I am a rich man

Song Yuan's videos and photos flooded the entire forum, and everyone was shocked that Song Yuan could play basketball, and how Song Yuan became so good-looking.

On the contrary, Chen Shenghan and Chu Panming were scolded bloody.

Most people are questioning whether they are letting the water go. Class A, which has been ranked No.1 before, didn't even make it to the finals.

The people in class A refused to accept it, and they pinched each other on the forum. For a while, the forum became like a vegetable market, and the title of each post was class A idiots, class A mentally retarded.

Song Yao was still practicing the piano when he saw the photo.He asked for leave and specially practiced piano at home to prepare for this week's piano competition. When he saw the photo, he sneered and watched the video again. His hand on the piano key suddenly pressed down, making a piercing sound.

"What are you thinking?" The teacher standing behind laughed, "You can't have such a big emotional ups and downs. Song Yao, you have participated in so many competitions. You shouldn't be nervous this time, right?"

This competition is bigger than all the competitions he has participated in before, and all the well-known pianists in country E will come to watch the competition.

Song Yao has been fancying the competition trophy for a long time, and even dreamed of getting it.

"No." Song Yao smiled slightly, his expression was gentle and elegant, "I will be the most dazzling champion in this competition, I have confidence."

"That's good, the teacher also believes in you. It's the last few days, you have to practice hard. I read the registration form, except for one named An Xin who can compare with you, everyone else is nothing to be afraid of. Song Yao, do it well." Prepare for the championship, your little trophies should also be moved out of their place." The teacher patted him on the shoulder.

Song Yao paused, "I will, teacher."

Are you at ease?

He narrowed his eyes, smiled even wider, and pressed his fingers slowly on the keys with a look of enjoyment.

*

The competition lasted until Friday, and the finals were Class F and Class B.

Class B's entry to the final was entirely due to luck. It was sluggish when it first started, and it couldn't catch up with the score in the later stage. At the end of the game, the score was 30:10, and Class F won.

Song Yuan did not participate in the final.He had a bad fever before, and he was sweating a lot while playing basketball, which aggravated his cold. By Friday afternoon, he had started to cough. Finally, he had no choice but to go to the hospital.

When school was over, he talked to Uncle Li, and Uncle Li was a little embarrassed, "Young master is still waiting for me to go back to pick him up to buy a dress for the competition. Master Song Yuan, wait a minute. I'll give you a call."

"No need." Hearing this, Song Yuan already guessed what kind of reply he would get, shook his head, and pointed to the taxi next to him, "I'll take a taxi, you should go back quickly."

"I'll take the young master there." Uncle Li gritted his teeth, worried about Song Yuan: "Get in the car, Master Song Yuan, the hospital is not far from here, I'll hurry up, I can make it in time. Besides, the young master still has a lot of time to buy a dress, It's important for you to see a doctor."

Song Yuan was taken aback, sat in the driveway and thanked him.

His lips were very white, his brows were full of sickness, he covered his lips and coughed from time to time, his whole body was sickly, like a flower about to be blown off by a strong wind.

Uncle Li felt a little distressed when he saw it, and when Song Yuan got off the car, he said, "I'll go back and inform the master and wife."

"No need, they are busy, I can do it myself. Uncle Li, don't worry, thank you Uncle Li for sending me here." Song Yuan refused softly and bowed to thank him.

Uncle Li has never been treated like this before, so he quickly helped Song Yuan up, saw him coughing again, felt distressed, and took out 200 yuan from his pocket, "I don't have much money, you take this money, take it easy See a doctor. I'll go back first, don't refuse."

He was afraid that Song Yuan would give him money, so he turned around and ran away.

Song Yuan looked at the 200 yuan in his hand, blinked, put the 200 yuan in his schoolbag, and walked into the hospital.

His body temperature reached 39 degrees. The doctor saw that he was not in good condition and suggested hospitalization.

Song Yuan's body was limp, he was unable to walk, and it was very difficult to breathe, so he didn't refuse when the doctor suggested that he should be hospitalized for an injection, and went to the ward to stay after receiving the things.

The nurse came quickly and gave him an injection.

The back of the hand is thin and fleshless, with obvious bones and veins.It was easy to get the needle. The nurse couldn't bear it when he saw how pale his face was. She coaxed Song Yuan in a coaxing tone, "It hurts a bit, bear with it."

Song Yuan nodded, expressionless.

After the nurse finished the injection, she asked Song Yuan a few words before leaving.

Even with the air conditioner on, my hands gradually became cold.Song Yuan was a little sleepy, leaned on the pillow, closed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze.

"Song Yuan, it's time to wake up." In a trance, there seemed to be a hand rubbing his face, calling him softly.

Song Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.

His vision was blurred for a long time before it became clear, and he realized that it was a dream.

Now I am afraid that only in his dream can he see Yan Ciyue and hear Yan Ciyue's voice.

It's a pity that he has been back for so long, and he has never dreamed of Yan Ciyue, and only today, he dreamed of Yan Ciyue's voice.

A bottle of medicine was almost finished, Song Yuan withdrew his confused thoughts and rang the bell.The nurse came in quickly, changed his medicine, saw that his hands were red, and handed him a hot water bottle.

"Are you still a student? Ask your parents or friends to come and accompany you. You tend to have a fever at night. You need to be careful. If you really have a fever again, you have to take medicine to wake up."

Song Yuan said hello, and didn't intend to call someone to come over.

He thought of the mobile phone that Gu Yingchi had given him, which he had kept in the middle of his schoolbag, without turning it on or touching it.

The sky outside the window was extremely dark, and he was the only one in the ward, which was empty, and the door of the ward seemed to be another noisy world.

Song Yuan took out his phone and turned it on.

It was just after eight o'clock, and he had slept for half an hour before.

There are only a few softwares in the phone, the only social software is Weibo, and Gu Yingchi's phone number is saved in the address book.

Song Yuan returned and clicked on Weibo.

A fanart competition called "Power and Desire" on the hot search attracted his attention. Song Yuan clicked in and saw that the "Power and Desire" animation official organized a fanart competition.

"The "Power and Desire" His Royal Highness Li An fanart competition has officially started! No.1 bonus is 39999, No.2 bonus is 19999, No.3 bonus is 9999. Competition method: click on the link to submit a fanart, the picture will be posted on Weibo after review Above. The submission time is three days. After the submission, all the pictures will be gathered together and ranked according to the voting method. Each person has three votes per day, and the voting time is half a month. Once cheating is found, the qualification will be disqualified and blacklisted. Submission link :..."

Below the text are nine long anime pictures. Song Yuan clicked on it and found that he had seen this anime.

In the world of crossing books, Song Yuan accidentally saw a video introducing this anime, and was attracted by the character of the protagonist to follow the whole anime.

The animation "Power and Desire" tells that the protagonist faces the temptation of various powers, but does not have any desires.Even if everyone around him is dead, and he is in a quagmire and crushed into the dust, he still maintains his original heart, is positive, and moves forward in the face of difficulties.

The animation plot is compact and not procrastinated, the fighting scenes are wonderful and gorgeous, and the characters are very good, occupying the top spot in the animation list for three full years.

Is this a coincidence?

The anime in the book world also exists in the real world.

Song Yuan stared at the No.3 bonus, frowned for a moment, and stopped thinking about it.

He downloaded a painting software and started to draw a sketch with his left hand. After the modification was confirmed, he began to refine it.

When the nurse came to change the dressing, Song Yuan had already drawn the base map and was coloring it.Seeing him drawing with his left hand, the nurse was a little startled, and praised, "You are amazing, let me see what you drew. Wow, I know who this is."

She is an anime fan, and recognized Song Yuan's drawing as Li An, excitedly chatted with Song Yuan a lot until she was called away by the patient.

Song Yuan continued to paint, and when the last bottle of hanging water was finished, he also finished painting, except for the eyes.

Song Yuan was not in a hurry to paint his eyes, but rubbed his stiff right hand, looked at the darkness outside the window for a long time, and then lowered his eyes to paint his eyes.

It was twelve o'clock in the morning, Song Yuan registered on Weibo after saving the painting, clicked on the link and submitted the manuscript.

After doing all this, he sat on the bed in a daze for half an hour before falling asleep.

He simply didn't have a fever all night, and he woke up naturally at seven o'clock the next day.

Turn on the phone at one point, and the screen is full of Weibo messages.

Song Yuan was startled, swiped open the lock screen and clicked into Weibo.

More than 100 private messages, and a thousand followers.

"Holy shit, my wife's drawing is so good. Thumbs up.jpg. Ahhhhhhhhhh I love it so much."

"Is my wife asking for a manuscript, madam? QAQ, my wife is talking to me, woohoo, I must ask my wife for a manuscript."

"Madam, for 1000 yuan, can I make a half-length appointment? His Highness Li An's painting is so good, I'm crying. jpg."

"I came here to blow up my wife on purpose, Li An's sharp eyes make me feel so uncomfortable, wow wow."

"..."

After replying to all the private messages one by one, Song Yuan posted a Weibo, explaining that he had something to do, so he didn't have time to read the private messages, because he was busy with his studies, and he would not accept the manuscript.

As soon as it was sent out, several people left messages, regretting that he did not accept the manuscript.

Song Yuan clicked on the official homepage, and saw that the official had posted his picture an hour ago, with 130 likes, [-] comments, and [-] retweets.

The comments are all exaggerations.

Song Yuan reposted and commented: The eyes are drawn based on my own understanding, maybe not very well drawn, please forgive me.

In the picture is a silver-haired boy dressed in black with a long sword behind his back and covered in wounds.Even though the boy was covered in injuries, he didn't care at all, and still smiled.His eyes were gentle, revealing unyielding firmness.

Not long after he forwarded it, someone commented.

"Ma'am, you draw so well! This is Li An's truest appearance!"

"Mrs. 5555 is awesome! This look reminds me of the famous scene, I was stabbed again."

"No! Madam's painting is really good, Madam Kuagua, Madam, don't be modest."

"I think No.1 is stable. This painting has already surpassed [-] likes. When the voting link is opened, it will definitely be number one in no time."

"This technique is beyond my reach, woo woo woo, is my wife accepting apprentices QAQ?"

Song Yuan turned off his phone after replying to the comments, and just after getting up and washing up, the nurse came in.

"Have you eaten yet?" the nurse asked, seeing Song Yuan shaking his head, and went out again.

After a while, she walked into the ward again and handed two buns to Song Yuan, "I bought too much and I didn't finish it, eat it if you don't mind, go out and eat it if you don't mind, I'll make it for you after you finish eating. "

Song Yuan thanked him, took the bun, and ate it in small bites.

After 10 minutes, the nurse re-inserted him.

There are three big bottles of water, and it takes more than two hours to finish.

An Xin competed again in the afternoon, Song Yuan left the hospital after taking the medicine, and took a taxi to the competition venue.

When I arrived, there were a lot of people around the door, most of them were wearing formal dresses and were discussing something.

Just as Song Yuan was about to go in, a black car was parked in front of the hotel.

The car door opened, and Song Yao got out of the car under everyone's eyes.

He was wearing a black suit, with a smile on his lips, and his whole person revealed elegance and gentleness. When he was surrounded by most people talking to him, he didn't have any impatience, and answered everyone's questions with a smile.

Most of the people who did not stand around had a bitter face, saying, "If Song Yao participates in the competition, the trophy will probably be useless."

In some small competitions in recent years, as long as Song Yao participates, he will always be No.1.

Most of the people present knew his strength.

"The game is about to start, everyone, let's get in." Song Yao said softly, and walked into the hotel surrounded by everyone.

He quickly saw Song Yuan, paused, and glanced at Song Yuan.

Song Yuan stood there with a thin figure, pale brows, and no blood on his lips.

Facing Song Yuan's expressionless gaze, Song Yao curled his lips into a smile, his eyes full of disdain.He pretended not to see Song Yuan, and walked into the hotel happily.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-01-2222:40:27~2021-01-2323:17:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: @帝羽默界 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Qiqi qiqi and Fengyun;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!