Ling Momo caught the sarcasm in Jian Chenxi’s words, but she didn’t get angry. Instead, she curved her lips and continued to smile, "However, don’t get too complacent. The former you wasn’t a match for me, and the present you even more so isn’t!"
After Jian Chenxi spoke, she turned around, twisting her delicate figure, and walked away enchantingly to captivate everyone.
Ling Momo watched Jian Chenxi’s back, only silently curling her lips, slowly blooming into a faint smile... Jian Chenxi, you were only half right. The former Ling Momo indeed wasn’t your match, but the present and future Ling Momo... will definitely not lose to you!
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The PK competition for the new song by the band Myth was scheduled for next Thursday.
It happened to coincide with the time Ling Momo went to study with Li Qingshen.
After Ling Momo and Li Qingshen parted on bad terms, she never went to the villa for learning again, and Li Qingshen had not made a single call.
Ling Momo knew Myth was a legend in the music industry, and sooner or later she would have to go and apologize. However, right now, Ling Momo had more important things to do, so she focused all her energy on preparing for the PK competition, naturally neglecting Li Qingshen.
Li Qingshen had already composed the theme song for Wang Yi’s new film, and his time became increasingly free.
It was Wednesday again. Li Qingshen got up early, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor of the villa, brewed a pot of tea, and quietly watched the road down the mountain.
From morning till dusk, the road down the mountain still didn’t show the person he was waiting for.
Time once again passed in a hurry, and today she hadn’t come over on time again. He knew the next week would be another long wait. This content belongs to noᴠelfire.net
Li Qingshen knew what Ling Momo was busy with, probably preparing for tomorrow’s PK competition.
He had listened to her song, and to be fair, it was quite good. Perhaps having heard him play that day, she grasped the feeling, giving her an edge over everyone else.
But he knew that this present her really wasn’t suitable for entering that circle.
As night gradually descended, the road down the mountain was pitch-black, not a shadow in sight. Li Qingshen stiffly moved, staring at the study desk beside him. After a brief pause, he finally stepped over.
A thick stack of A4 paper lay there, each page filled with handwritten music notes by a girl, the writing slender and beautiful.
Li Qingshen casually picked up a few pages, slowly flipping through them, noticing that some writing was neat while others were messy. She was probably calm at some times while agitated at others when writing.
Li Qingshen gazed for a long time before arranging those A4 sheets neatly, placing them in a corner of the desk.
Then, he returned to the floor-to-ceiling window, with a pale face and weary eyes, gazing at the starry sky outside for a long time before picking up a nearby phone and calling Ling Momo.
Under the guise of being Enson.
When Ling Momo’s phone rang, she was having dinner, and the caller ID displayed as ————unkonwn number.
Ling Momo answered, her mouth full, vaguely responding, "Hello?"
Just three simple words, the familiar voice slightly trembled Li Qingshen’s calm expression. He quickly composed himself and spoke with a deliberately disguised cold tone.
"Enson, same place, at ten."