N grade tutor for beautiful girls

But these can be discussed slowly, we drink and chat. "Su Qing pointed to the steaming coffee on the table and said.

Cuomo added two cubes of sugar and stirred it with a spoon. He seldom drank coffee, and only occasionally drank a cup when he stayed up late to type. Even if he drank it usually, it was sweet.

"Dangdang"

Habitually tapped the mouth of the cup with a spoon, and took another sip. It was still a bit bitter, so I added three more sugar.

On the side, Su Qian pouted her hair in a daze, and she also followed Ke Mo to add sugar to the cup, one by one, she didn't know how much she added.

"I didn't expect you guys to talk outside, so the USB flash drive I prepared before should not be used anymore, but I backed it up on my phone last night, and now you can listen to it."

Cuomo took out his mobile phone, found the file backed up last night and started playing it with a musical instrument. This is an arrangement synthesized by a computer, and it sounds acceptable.

He Siyu hummed softly along with the tune, and from the moment she heard the tune, she found the melody of the whole song.

After listening to a song, her eyes under the sunglasses shone breathtakingly, and she seemed to really like music very much.

"It sounds great, I like it very much, Xiao Mo, you are such a genius, this song must have saved us, thank you very much."

He Siyu was a little agitated, she stood up and bowed deeply to Como. From Como's perspective, her chest was almost pressed against the table.

This song gave her hope that even though she was suppressed, she could break through the barriers and appear in front of people again through this song.

She wants to sing her favorite song, and she wants this beauty to be heard by more people.

"Sister Siyu, get up quickly. Everyone is watching. For me, this is just a casual thing. It's not difficult."

Cuomo hurriedly helped her up by the shoulders, completely confused by her behavior.

The song is indeed a good song, but it is not enough to make it this far.

"You mean, do you have any other songs?" He Siyu said excitedly, grabbing Cuomo's hand with his backhand.

The opponent's little hand was slippery and soft, but it was a little cool. Cuomo pulled his hand and did not pull it out.

"Um, not yet, let me think about it, maybe in a few days." Cuomo waved his hand again, but he still couldn't escape.

In fact, he didn't mind being held by He Siyu, but the cold gaze from around him had to make him want to survive. If he didn't do anything, Xueji might explode.

"Well, when you have a new song, you must tell me."

He Siyu finally let go of Ke Mo's hand. She always felt that Ke Mo was hiding from her. Now she was very worried about being hated by Ke Mo.

Losing such a high-quality partner may not be found in this life.

She can see Cuomo's talent, as well as his talent, and he is still so young, he will be famous in time, He Siyu is very accurate in judging people, and she thinks she will not be wrong this time.

"Why don't you take a look at the contract first, Xiao Mo, if you have any problems, you can bring them up now, and we will definitely help you if we can solve them."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Su Qing quickly took out a stack of contracts from her bag and put them on the table. She noticed Su Qianqing's cold eyes. I hate it.

"Okay, let me take a look first." Cuomo took the first page of the contract and turned it over.

At this time, he felt that his clothes were being pulled by someone's clothes. He continued to look at the contract with his right hand, and reached down with his left hand, but his hand was caught in the air.

Chapter 49 This wave, I will kill it!

Weak and boneless, exquisitely carved, Su Qianqing's hand is like a warm work of art, as long as it touches it, it can't help but play with it carefully.

Ke Mo didn't expect Su Qianqing to be so bold. If she had been so brave in the early years, she wouldn't have almost become a defeated dog.

Ke Mo glanced at Su Qianqing calmly from the corner of his eye, and found that she was swiping her phone with one hand, her pretty face was flushed and she was trying to pretend to be calm, she looked cute.

Ke Mo held Su Qianqing's small hand with his backhand and squeezed it again and again. It felt really good.

After quickly browsing through the contract, Cuomo extracted the key information. He looked up at He Siyu and Su Qing and said, "30 in cash plus [-]-[-] points, is it really okay for you to open so much?"

This can't be called generosity, it should be called charity, the 30 is just a lottery, and the upright big head is still divided.

Even if Cuomo is given such a high proportion, they will not make much money even if they make money. Even capitalists will cry when they read this kind of contract.

They are different from Cuomo. Their part also has to consider operating costs, while Cuomo always takes net profits.

"Xiao Siyu means that you have helped us so much, so naturally you won't be disappointed, Xiao Mo, don't worry.

Speaking of which, we are the ones who really make money. If we hadn't met you, we might not have found hope of breaking the game for a long time. "

Su Qing looked at Kemo sincerely, and it was he who rescued herself from the restless mood.

"Since Qingjie has said so, I will not be hypocritical anymore, then I will thank you for your generosity first, and if you want new songs in the future, you can also come to me, any type is fine, as I said."

Cuomo smiled. He signed his name on the two contracts respectively, and He Siyu's name had already been signed before.

After signing the contract, Cuomo handed a copy back, and left a copy for himself on the table.

"Xiao Mo, can you send me the song you composed? I want to listen to it when I go back." He Siyu took out his mobile phone and displayed the QR code of his LT account, so that Ke Mo could add friends.

"Of course, I'll send you a file with score and music in it, and now they are yours."

Ke Mo took out his mobile phone and scanned He Siyu to add friends. In Ke Mo's perception, Su Qianqing's strength was a little stronger.

"Uh-huh"

He Siyu nodded happily when she came to the phone. She didn't even read the documents sent by Cuomo. Her eyes were always on Cuomo's LT profile picture.

Su Qing looked at the interaction between the two, and she had a bad premonition. Xiao Siyu was obsessed with music since she was a child. She tried to compose and write lyrics by herself, but without exception, she failed miserably.

She has no talent for music creation, so she has always admired those powerful composers.

Love Wu Jiwu, because she loves music too deeply, so everything about her is related to music.

Su Qing: No, it looks like it's going to be given for nothing.

Seeing He Siyu's behavior, Su Qing panicked, she put the contract into her bag, she immediately took He Siyu's hand and said: "Next, Xiao Mo will give Qian Qing tuition, let's go first, stay It's not good to bother them here."

After hesitating for a while, He Siyu nodded helplessly: "Okay."

"Goodbye, Mo"

He Siyu waved to Kemo with his mobile phone.

Cuomo: "See you next time"

Su Qing dragged the reluctant He Siyu away, Su Qian gently pulled her hand out of Ke Mo's, and she tilted her head to look at the wall without saying a word.

Cuo Mo wanted to laugh inexplicably, but he still held back.

"Ahem, let's come to study, but now we are not at your house and the conditions are limited, so we don't need to compose music. Today our content is still composing lyrics."

Cuomo took out the paper and pen and spread them out on the table, "I always thought that writing lyrics is a very simple thing, just watch me demonstrate it to you."

Cuomo's writing is quite fast, and the nib of the pen makes a nice "squeak" sound when it comes into contact with the paper.

Su Qianqing's attention was attracted, she leaned over carefully, poked her head to look at Kemo's paper, but Kemo seemed to avoid her deliberately and blocked her sight.

But the more she was not allowed to see her, the more curious she became. She wanted to know what Cuomo could write in such a short period of time. With the foundation of the last song, she had high expectations for Cuomo.

This time Su Qianqing directly stuck to Ke Mo's body, she must see it!

"Snapped!"

Unexpectedly, Cuomo slapped the pen on the table directly: "It's finished!"

Touching Su Qianqing's forehead affectionately with his fingers, Ke Mo said with a smile: "Look slowly, I have already said that this is a very simple matter."

Su Qian gently took the paper from Ke Mo's hand, but Ke Mo left her side. Before leaving, he even touched his head.

But Su Qianqing couldn't be distracted, because her attention was attracted by Cuomo's lyrics.

Although Cuomo's handwriting is scribbled, it is still beautiful, and a kind of madness is presented in front of her eyes through the handwriting.

"You at the same table..." Su Qian read the title of the song lightly and her heart trembled. There seemed to be something hidden in this song.

"Will you remember tomorrow, the diary you wrote yesterday;

Do you still miss tomorrow, you who used to cry the most;

The teachers can't remember you, you who can't guess the question;

I also happened to flip through the photos, only to think of you at the same table;

Who married the sentimental you, who read your diary;

Who tied up your long hair, who made your wedding dress..."

Reading the lyrics lightly, the deer bumped in Su Qianqing's heart, and a girl's melancholy heart was completely attached to the lyrics.

While thinking about it, the eye sockets became moist, the tip of the nose felt a little sore, and the image of that person filled my mind.

Su Qian gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and planned to continue reading, but the gentle and magnetic male voice accompanied by the sound of the guitar sounded in the coffee shop.

"Whoever meets you who is sentimental, who comforts you who loves to cry, whoever reads the letter I wrote to you, who throws it into the wind;

The old days are gone, and I shall have my wife;

I will also show her the photos and tell her about you at the same table;

Who marries you who is sentimental, who comforts you who loves to cry

Who coiled your long hair, who made your wedding dress;

Lalalala..."

Staring blankly at the handsome figure playing the guitar, Su Qian covered her mouth lightly to prevent herself from crying, but the overflowing emotions flowed out of her eyes unstoppably.

The beauty is like water, her eyes are hazy with tears, this time Su Qianqing can no longer hide that emotion in her heart.

"lalalallala..."

As the last syllable fell, Su Qian gently clutched the page of lyrics and flung herself into Kemo's arms regardless of reserve. At this moment, the tear glands that were struggling to maintain finally collapsed.

Chapter 50 Su Light Ice Cream

The classics of the previous life have a strong sense of substitution. Just listening to the lyrics, Su Qianqing thinks of the pain of parting.

Can't touch, can't speak, can't meet again, can only think of the past in the dark night.

It turns into nothingness while waving, and the fog is thick when chasing.

Waist-length hair, heavy makeup and light makeup, cloudy temples, yellow decals, what's the use if you don't take care of you?

"Woooo..."

Fleeing in Cuomo's arms, Su Qian sobbed softly, her hand still holding the page of lyrics.

Ke Mo carefully put the guitar aside, and gently stroked Su Qianqing's head to calm her emotions.

To be honest, he didn't expect Su Qianqing's reaction to be so big. Before singing, he expected that the effect of this song should be good, but he didn't expect to make her cry directly.

The relationship between them is not really at the same table, strictly speaking, they are only classmates at the front and back tables, but the relationship between the two of them is much better than the so-called tablemates.

Su Qianqing is a very emotional girl. Looking at Kemo's figure and listening to him playing and singing, she immediately substituted herself into it, and then she couldn't stand it anymore, so there was the current scene.

For Cuomo, this wave is really a lore.

After six o'clock, it was meal time, and there were only a few tables of people in the coffee. At this time, they all looked at Cuomo on the stage.

The owner of this coffee shop is a middle-aged uncle in his 30s. He was born in a conservatory of music and has loved music for most of his life. Even when he opened a coffee shop, he brought instruments such as guitars and pianos.

When he has time, he will play and sing by himself. If a guest wants to play and sing, he will not refuse. The instrument is placed there, and he can sing as he wants. Now this has become the tradition of this cafe.

It's just that they haven't heard the song this time. It seems to be a new song. Someone checked the lyrics on the Internet with a mobile phone and found nothing.

Some people think of all the past, think of that beautiful youth, think of the regrets that have settled in the bottom of their hearts, and their eyes are red.

Someone wanted to go up and ask for the name of the song, but when they came to their senses, the boy had already dragged the girl away.

……

Music and words are the things that are most likely to resonate and move people's hearts. Cuomo happened to dabble in these two fields.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, after Ke Mo finished singing, he got the contract and dragged Su Qianqing away. If he was later, he might be surrounded by other people.

The tutoring probably can't go on anymore, Su Qianqing should not be able to learn anything now.

Obviously he is a decent tutor, but now he has turned into an arsonist. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?

Sure enough, it's the system's fault, he, Ke, is a good person.

"Are you saying that we will never see each other again?"

On the street where the neon lights gradually lit up, Su Qian gently grabbed the corner of Cuomo's clothes.

Cuomo: "Don't think about it, our grades are similar, and there is no possibility of failing."

Su Qian gave Ke Mo a white look, her eyes were still red now, "Will you tie up long hair and make a wedding dress for someone in the future?"

Cuomo: "Of course, I don't plan to be single for the rest of my life."