The next day.

Wang Zihao woke up from a soft bed, opened his eyes, and saw an "ocean".

There are various cartoon patterns printed on the ceiling, including blue whales, colorful dolphins, and cute shells...

Hmm?

This ocean actually has fragrance?

While he was in a daze, the voice that once haunted him came from beside Wang Zihao: "Zi Hao, are you awake?"

Turning his head to look, he was surprised.

Sitting beside the bed was the figure that only appeared in his dream - Liu Qianqian, the music teacher who taught their class in the third year of high school.

Wearing a white skirt, her green silk hair is like a waterfall, as graceful as a swimming dragon, and graceful as a startling giant.

Where is this?

Why did Teacher Liu appear next to my bed?

Last night I...

Wang Zihao had a headache and couldn't remember what he did last night. He only vaguely remembered that after getting drunk, he crossed the Peach Blossom Lake Pedestrian Bridge, climbed onto the arch bridge next to Peach Blossom Island, snatched other people's musical instruments, and sang a song again and again.

A song...

Finally, the wind on Peach Blossom Lake made his stomach churn, and after a period of darkness, he could not remember anything.

Seeing Wang Zihao's dumb look, Liu Qianqian smiled happily. Her beauty was as pure and innocent as ever: "You performed well last night, and this villa of mine will be yours from now on."
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Wang Zihao was shocked. He stood up and said in silence: "Teacher Liu, last night...we..."

"I couldn't find any of the songs you sang online. When I asked you, you said if no one recognized it, it was written by you... Sell them all to me, and give you this villa as a reward.

How is it?" Liu Qianqian's eyes were burning.

She studied music and became a music teacher.

As early as high school, Liu Qianqian participated in various music and singing competitions.

After going to college, she also signed a contract with a record company.

She made her debut in her sophomore year and released two songs, which were considered tepid.

Mainly due to lack of publicity, the company provides very few resources.

If you want resources, you can!

The company gave her some arrangements, but she refused.

In the end, she was hidden by the company and shelved.

When she was about to graduate in her senior year, the company that had let her go for more than two years approached her and said it would give her another chance.

The premise has not changed. If it sounds good, it means attending some dinner parties. If it sounds bad, it means accompanying people with drinks.

No one can tell what will happen after drinking together.

Liu Qianqian still refused.

So, after graduation, she came to Taohua Lake Middle School and became a music teacher.

The contract has not expired, so she cannot join the entertainment industry, but being a music teacher does not constitute a breach of contract.

The liquidated damages are not high for her, but she is stubborn and is unwilling to compensate the other party for the liquidated damages.

Even if she gives up her dream, she doesn't want to bow to this dark side.

Just eight years, she can afford to wait.

In recent years, Liu Qianqian, who can sing and dance, has composed many songs after settling down.

It is a pity that the song she wrote was devalued by Wang Zihao last night as worthless.

"Teacher Liu, do you want to buy my song?" Wang Zihao exhaled slowly, seeming to be relieved, but also sighing with regret.

He thought that Liu Qianqian had discovered the secret that only his girlfriend knew last night.

At the same time, Wang Zihao also understood that the girl wearing a veil by the bridge last night was Liu Qianqian.

No wonder, when he saw her, he always thought of his music teacher in his senior year of high school.

"Of course, the song was very well written, and passers-by liked it very much. The more people gathered together, the more they almost caused a traffic jam on the bridge." Thinking back to last night, Liu Qianqian was amazed and couldn't stop thinking about it.

She wrote no less than thirty songs, each of which she performed dozens of times on the street, on a bridge, or in a small square, but according to her observation, no one was interested.

Those who are willing to stop or sit down to listen to her singing are mostly interested in her figure and beauty, or because they are just too bored.

Liu Qianqian also let her best friend Xu Siqian appreciate her works. However, her best friend also said that her singing skills are very solid and amazing, but her creative talent... I really can’t praise her.

"I wrote it...deal!" Wang Zihao happily agreed.

There are twists and turns. I thought I would be cornered as soon as I crossed it, but I didn’t expect it to be the peak.

The villa on the edge of Peach Blossom Lake costs at least 20 to 30 million.

When he was in his third year of high school, Wang Zihao heard that Liu Qianqian was a rich and beautiful woman, and her family was very rich, so he bought her a villa on the edge of Peach Blossom Lake, where the land was extremely valuable.

Buying a villa on the edge of Peach Blossom Lake is something that ordinary people dare not even think about.

Jinhu Mansion next to Taohua Lake can only be regarded as a mid-to-high-end community, but more than 90% of the families in the country cannot afford the houses in it.

Wang Zihao’s family has a house there because they had a small house left by their grandparents in the old city. Their parents sold it to get enough money for the down payment.

Until now, the Wang family still owes the bank a mortgage loan of 2.16 million yuan.

With a monthly mortgage of 9,000 yuan, Wang's father and mother have become house slaves, and their lives are harder and more difficult than those who live in urban villages.

The two elders relied on their body's immunity to survive their illnesses and did not dare to go to the hospital.

With the villa Liu Qianqian gave me, what else do I need to pay for the mortgage?

The house is sold, move here!

Wang Zihao felt guilty when he thought that his parents, who had worked hard for most of their lives, were still working hard to pay for their son's future.

At the beginning, Father and Mother Wang worked hard to buy a house in Jinhufu Community, wasn't it because they wanted their son to go to a good school?

"Show me the scores of the songs you sang last night." Liu Qianqian extended her hand to Wang Zihao. This student was treated with admiration after three days apart.

Back then, among all the students in Class 7, Grade 3, Taohua Lake Middle School, the one who impressed Liu Qianqian the most was not Wang Zihao.

The reason she still remembers him is because she has a good memory.

Time has not passed very long, only four years.

If you look carefully, it may also be related to Wang Zihao's talent.

But this talent is not musical.

Wang Zihao is an athlete in Class 7, Grade 3, and steals the show in every school sports meeting.

In the first semester of his senior year, he was not on the school team, but he also led Class 7 to defeat Class 9, which had three school teams, in the grade basketball game and won the championship in one fell swoop.

This glorious achievement has been passed down from generation to generation by the students of Taohua Lake Middle School.

"Music score?" Wang Zihao was a little embarrassed. He couldn't even remember what song he sang last night.

What's more, it's been less than two days since he traveled through time. Where did he get the music score?

Even if you give him time, he won't be able to get it out for a while.

He is not a real music composer.

No matter in his previous life or in this life, he only knows how to play the piano and sing, and he can get by just fine.

"Of course, not only do you need the music score, but you also need to sign a contract, with it written in black and white, and package it all up and sell it to me." Liu Qianqian had long black hair. She glanced around the room and said grandly: "When the time comes, this house will be yours.

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"Teacher Liu, what songs did I sing?" Wang Zihao asked shamelessly.

"You don't even remember?" Liu Qianqian smiled. She didn't think it was strange. People can get drunk no matter how much they drink.

"I don't remember much." Wang Zihao asked cautiously: "Teacher Liu, what lyrics do you still remember? Tell me and I should be able to remember them."
Chapter completed!