Because the next morning, she found that the location of her notes had been moved, placed at the very bottom of those books. Her memory was excellent, and she could not have misremembered where she placed her things.
It turned out to be Annan.
No wonder Annan had looked at her strangely all day, with a hint of guilt in her eyes.
Yuran was somewhat puzzled. "Why didn't you put my notebook back in its original place? Instead, you pressed it down at the bottom?"
Annan looked up, incredulously saying, "Yuran, aren't you too careless? Those musical scores of yours are money! In this highly developed entertainment empire, do you realize how much your stuff is worth? Anyone who finds them would strike it rich; aren't you worried about them being stolen and used?"
This had truly never crossed her mind; after all, she was just a student at the moment, without any fame, and her writings might not even appeal to others.
However, Annan's words did give her some ideas. Although she wasn't short on money now, she couldn't just sit back and deplete her resources either. University wasn't just about studying; it could also be a place to make money.
She asked Annan, "Do you know of any channels where I could sell these musical scores?"
Annan's eyes lit up. "You've asked the right person. Diyang just recently opened a submission channel to the public. Talented composers and lyricists can directly submit, and whether they use it or not, feedback is promised within three working days!
Honestly, Ranran, your musical scores are so good. It would be a waste of your talent not to submit them. Although I've only seen one musical score, it was enough to astound me, and your musical scores will surely be treated with care!"
Yuran listened quietly, and Annan continued, "If you ever decide to enter the entertainment industry, you must let me be your agent, okay?"
In her indifferent eyes, a slight warmth appeared, and Yuran smiled, "Okay!"
Annan thought, fortunately, she confessed quickly, else she might have really lost this friend. As the dishes were served, they chatted while tasting the delicious food.
Annan would occasionally stare at Yuran to see which dishes she favored more. After noticing this, Yuran looked at her puzzled, "Why are you looking at me? Aren't you eating?"
Annan laughed, "I'm seeing what you like to eat, so I'll remember for next time!"
A warmth spread through Yuran's heart as she laughed, teasing Annan, "With you acting like such an agent, why don't you try it out on your boyfriend first?"
On this topic, Annan deflated like a punctured ball, slumping down, "Don't mention it. Just talking about this makes me angry. I suggested it, but he seems not to want me to be his agent. He says he doesn't want me to tire myself—an excuse!
Who knows what he's thinking? Moreover, his company recently signed a new talent, reportedly very excellent in all aspects and with a strong background. He gets irritable from being squeezed out, and I don't want to be his punching bag.
Before I went abroad, we had a big fight, and we haven't made up yet."
"Not made up, and you're already thinking about him?" An Ran gave a resigned smile, poking at the food on her plate, "I can give you a song."
Annan's eyes brightened initially, then she shook her head in disappointment, "Don't force yourself. I've said it before, your wishes are most important; everything else must step aside. Besides, it's fate. Although I want him to succeed, without his efforts, he won't turn his fortunes around. It just shows that he lacks such fate!"
"I'm serious, not forcing it..." Since she regarded the other party as a friend, one musical score was not something to be stingy about.