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This meal left the other four people dumbfounded.

Mother!

Is this still Han Shuang?

How come you become so edible after not seeing each other for a week?

The plate is empty!

Chen Yao immediately asked the canteen to prepare a few more dishes. He could see that Han Shuang was not full yet.

After eating, he asked the cafeteria to cook a few more dishes, and he could see again... Han Shuang was still not full.

Then he called the kitchen to add more dishes...

Finally, the chef cooking in the back kitchen couldn't stand it anymore. What was he doing?

I've never seen you eat so well before, right?

Isn’t there one more college student today?

How many dishes have I cooked? Not to mention the five of you, even fifteen people will be full, right?

However, when he came to the small restaurant to check the situation, he saw the empty plates piled high and the bottomed rice bucket, and he fell into deep suspicion.

Is the food I cook so delicious?

Or is this college student just too good to eat?

But no matter how much he can eat, this amount of food is too scary, right?

...

After dinner, Han Shuang took the initiative to find Meng Hezhou.

He wanted to take an order, but after all, he still had 40,000 yuan left in his card, so he was a little flustered.

However, the reply I got was: none of the current orders are suitable for you to make a move. You can just write down the words. If you have nothing to do, just lie down and sleep for a while. If you feel uncomfortable at the table, I have a sofa in my office...

Han Shuang thought about it. Sun Guiying was the person who wrote songs for Huang Gehou. If she signed her name on some cheap orders, wouldn't it demean her status?

The nature is similar to that of a singer singing in a bar.

I guess Chen Yao would not agree either.

Han Shuang didn't sleep either and started coding to upload today's update task.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang,

Same work station, same people, same voice.

The reaction was very different.

No one complained to Meng Hezhou again, no one showed contempt, no one cursed in private.

There was a faint smile in everyone's eyes, and the corners of everyone's mouth turned up slightly.

It was as if this crisp crackling sound was a wonderful symphony coming from the golden leaf hall.

It can make people happy to listen to it at first, and intoxicated after listening to it.

After a while, Cheng Fei walked up to Han Shuang with a cup of milk tea.

"Junior brother, you must be unable to bear the constant typing, right? Come, let me treat you to a cup of milk tea."

Although Han Shuang didn't understand the relationship between hand coding and dry mouth, he still politely said thank you.

After a while, Huang Liang walked over quietly.

Put a packet of betel nut on the table.

"Junior brother, you are always typing, so you must have nothing to do with your mouth. Since we are not allowed to smoke, just chew betel nut. This thing is very good! It can prevent oral ulcers."

Han Shuang laughed in his heart: I believe you are a ghost!

But I still politely said thank you.

After a while, a pretty girl came over, holding a pink travel pillow in her hand.

The voice was very soft: "Junior brother, it must be uncomfortable for your neck to type for a long time. I just bought a neck pillow two days ago. It is very comfortable. I will put it on for you."

After saying that, he couldn't help but get stuck on Han Shuang's neck.

After the task was completed, he blushed, covered his mouth, lowered his head, and quickly walked back to his work station.

Smelling the fragrance coming from the neck pillow, Han Shuang smiled and shook his head.

Then who said that when you become strong, you will be surrounded by smiling faces.

Well, that's quite accurate.

.....

On time, Han Shuang received a call from Ling Meinan when there were still five minutes left before getting off work.

"Han Shuang, I'm downstairs in your company! Come down quickly, let's go eat fish today!"

Although he had eaten a lot of delicious food in the past few days, he still swallowed involuntarily after hearing similar temptations.

After a brief conversation with Meng Hezhou, Han Shuang left the company.

Coming downstairs, Han Shuang was slightly startled by Ling Meinan's clothes.

Today she was wearing a brown suit skirt, the skirt of her lower body was just above her knees, and she was wearing a pair of black flat-soled Martin boots that covered part of her calves.

The only exposed skin is the area between the knees and calves.

Just for wearing, it is fresh and natural.

Coupled with her tall figure, she looks even more elegant.

Her head... changed even more.

The thick smoke disappeared, the three-dimensional facial features suddenly appeared, and the purple waves turned into straight black hair.

Overnight, the little girl who hung out in the nightclub suddenly became the big sister of the neighbor.

For some reason, she was clearly dressed freshly, but in Han Shuang's eyes, she looked even sexier than before.

Very strange feeling.

"How was it? Am I pretty today?"

Han Shuang curled his lips: "Pretending to be pure is not as natural as Dou Yanmin."

Ling Meinan was not angry either, and chuckled: "It's better to just do it! Let's go! Go eat the fish!"

.....

While eating, Ling Meinan asked casually: "Is the song you wrote for Dou Yanmin ready?"

Han Shuang nodded: "We already have a direction, but we are not ready to give it to her yet."

"Why?"

"The competition has not closed yet."

Ling Meinan suddenly realized: "Are you afraid that she will take the song you gave her and enter the list again?"

Han Shuang nodded.

He had asked Chen Yao. The competition did not clearly stipulate that one person had multiple songs. If Dou Yanmin entered the list again with the song he wrote for her, wouldn't he create trouble for himself?

Ling Meinan's expression became very strange, "Are you so confident in your songs?"

Han Shuang didn't look at her and replied while eating fish: "It's better than your song [Decent]."

Ling Meinan was startled.

If what Han Shuang said is true, with Dou Yanmin's terrifying singing skills and Yihui's powerful publicity ability, even if she entered the list ten days late, she would not be sure of winning.

But could what he said be true?

How long does it take!

First, he won the championship with his song "Rolling Bead Curtain", then he wrote a very high-quality work for Huang Gehou, and then he wrote a song "Decent" for himself.

The quality of each of these three works exceeds the ability of the gold medal composer!

Even if it’s Qu Dad! He can’t finish it in a month, right?

But Han Shuang said that he had completed another song, and the quality was even better than his own [respect]!

Just one month, four golden songs...

Is this even a human being?

Fortunately, Ling Meinan never regarded him as a normal person. Seeing her tone full of surprise: "Are you telling the truth?"

"If you don't believe me, throw me down!"

Ling Meinan immediately pretended to be coquettish: "Han Shuang, you can't do this~~ Why is the song for Dou Yanmin better than mine? No! You must write one for me too!"

"wrote."

"Really?" Ling Meinan looked ecstatic.

"of course it's true."

After knowing that tuna was expensive, Han Shuang immediately thought of that suit.

I know it won't be cheap.

And these two women lied to themselves in order to ensure that they could eat and dress with confidence.

Although it had a certain purpose, Han Shuang was still a little touched.

So, I found a very suitable song for each of them.

It’s like bartering for something!

For people in this world, classic and good songs are hard to come by.

But for Han Shuang, good songs are readily available.

Ling Meinan was extremely excited: "Where is the song? Give me the simple score!"

Han Shuang said calmly: "It's in my mind. Let's see how you perform in the future. If you are satisfied, I will give it to you. If you are not satisfied, I will stab you~~~~"

He made a tearing gesture.

Ling Meinan immediately said: "I will definitely perform well! This year's dinner is all on me! What do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll prepare it in advance."

Han Shuang really thought about it: "Let's eat chicken!"

Ling Meinan smiled charmingly: "Okay! Just eat chicken!"

Han Shuang was speechless: "I'm talking about chicken! Where did you go!"

Ling Meinan was not ashamed at all, and said with a smile: "It's whatever you say, let alone a chicken. Even if you want to eat me, I have no objection."

Han Shuang knew that she was always bold with her words, so he ignored her at the moment and continued: "When looking for a clean and sanitary store, you must know the source of their chickens. It is best to kill them freshly.

Also, the chicken must be tender. I have always heard people say that you must eat tender chicken, which must make sense.”

.....

After dinner, Ling Meinan wanted to take Han Shuang to watch a movie, but the latter ignored him.

The last time I watched a movie is still fresh in my memory. Just watch it. What does it mean to always put your head on my shoulder?

No consideration for my feelings at all!

You want to take me to see a movie, but there is no way!

Seeing that her request was fruitless, Ling Meinan retreated and asked Han Shuang to accompany her for a walk in the woods.

"Han Shuang, look how round and bright the moon is today! Let's go for a walk together! There are few people in the woods and it's quiet."

Han Shuang was originally ready to agree, but after hearing that there were few people, he immediately and decisively refused.

Not even a person, what if you put your head on my shoulder again?

Not going.

Looking at Han Shuang's decisive departure, Ling Meinan was speechless and didn't know what to say.

Why doesn't Han Shuang understand a little bit of style?

Today I dressed according to his favorite style, but why didn't he respond at all?

Whose problem is this?

I just want to hook him up and get him to write more songs. Why is it so difficult?