Reborn I don't need a heroine

Although she made up her mind to work hard to improve herself in the future, the helpless girl still wanted to indulge herself this night when she was eliminated.

So, taking advantage of the hot-boiled mutton shop not yet closed, Wang Heng rushed to the shop with two young girls, sat down, and lit the pot. Pei Ningle was still wearing the blue dress on the stage, and the rate of turning heads was quite high along the way. Even in the store, many people couldn't help but secretly looked at her.

Of course Pei Ningle didn't care about these things. When the clear soup in the pot boiled, she unambiguously poured a whole plate of mutton slices into it.

Seeing that she was about to add vegetables to it again, Wang Heng hurriedly stopped her: "Wait, the mutton needs to be boiled. If you pour it all at once, the meat will be old."

Pei Ningle: "I can finish eating!"

"No wonder," Wang Heng exposed unceremoniously, "Did you forget how much fat beef and tripe you wasted eating hot pot last time?"

Pei Ningle: "..."

After a long silence, Han Yixuan suddenly reminded in a low voice: "The meat seems to be cooked."

Pei Ningle quickly picked up the chopstick holder. But Wang Heng's movements were half a beat faster than hers. Before her chopsticks caught it, Wang Heng had already scooped up the cooked mutton slices with a colander and divided them into three people's dipping plates.

Wang Heng: "The mutton in Xilaishun is sliced ​​very thin, and it will be cooked as soon as it is boiled in boiling water. If you dip it in some sesame sauce properly, it will taste very fresh. You can add some seasoning to the sesame sauce, but MSG and salt are not recommended. , because it's already very salty."

"You understand very well," Pei Ningle said a little vaguely while eating, "It feels like you have eaten in the imperial capital many times already..."

Wang Heng's expression was still normal, and he smiled and said, "You don't need to eat it in the imperial capital. There are mutton shops all over the country, but the taste here may be more authentic."

"Yeah, delicious!" After swallowing two pieces, Pei Ningle couldn't help but move faster with the chopsticks.

In contrast, the eating of the other girl is obviously much more refined and reserved.

After chewing slowly for a while, Han Yixuan looked at Xiao Le beside her who had turned her grief and anger into appetite, probed a little like Wang Heng, and whispered, "She seems to be happier."

Wang Heng: "If you divert your attention, you will feel better."

Han Yixuan: "But if I eat like this, will I get fat? She should be making her debut now, if she gets fat, wouldn't it be bad?"

Wang Heng shook his head: "Don't worry, see how much she can eat."

Hearing this, Han Yixuan's gaze returned to Pei Ningle, and Wang Heng did the same. Under the watchful eyes of the two, Pei Ningle boiled two more slices of mutton, and suddenly stopped.

The girl touched her stomach and murmured, "Uh, I can't eat anymore..."

Wang Heng and Han Yixuan exchanged glances quietly, with a hint of "as expected".

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After a meal of boiled mutton, although he yelled the most, it turned out that Pei Ningle's appetite was about the same as Han Yixuan's, and neither of them could compare to Wang Heng.

After eating, he suddenly stood up and walked towards the counter. Immediately afterwards, he felt his arm being grabbed by a soft little hand.

It was Pei Ningle who held him back. Seeing him stop and turn around, the girl let go of her hand and said, "I'm here to treat you today."

Wang Heng: "Come on, I'm a manager, and this meal is meant to comfort you, so you don't need to be polite to me..."

"You are the one, don't be polite to me!"

After Pei Ningle finished speaking, he turned and left.

This Xilaishun store is not small, and it takes two corners to go from the seats where the three of them are to the counter. Han Yixuan sat in her original position holding a cup of hot tea, watching the back of her best friend disappear around the corner.

Then she teased and said, "In the future, as long as she is unhappy, we will take her to eat delicious food?"

Wang Heng shrugged: "Maybe, at least for now, it's really useful."

At this moment, Pei Ningle came back again.

She poked her head out from the corner and asked, "Where's the bill at our table?"

"I forgot to take the bill when I paid, it's really Xiao Le's style..." Han Yixuan couldn't help laughing.

Wang Heng sighed, picked up the bill on the table, and walked over.

The two walked around the corner and walked towards the counter side by side.

Suddenly, Pei Ningle asked in a low voice: "Do you think I will participate in this kind of talent show in the future?"

Wang Heng thought for a while. The scene of being eliminated today is of course a pity to him, but he had already expected this beforehand. Perhaps because of Zhou Mu's impression, Wang Heng always felt that it would be difficult for Pei Ningle to become the champion, and it was unlikely that he would become a big hit. A niche singer who has been well received in a very limited range, this should be the future prospect of girls.

So he said: "The more important thing is to create, to accumulate your own things. Being on the show is equivalent to selling, and you only have two original songs now. Even if the stall is spread out, you only have two things for fans. Is it too monotonous?"

Pei Ningle thought for a while, then nodded: "What you said makes sense."

Wang Heng added: "Another point is that the show Good Songs may already be the fairest talent show on the market that doesn't rely on the backstage. If you want to find other shows, you can rely on new managers like Han Yixuan and me. , I really can't handle it. But if you sign a company..."

"Absolutely not to sign!" Pei Ningle said without hesitation, "Sister Chang Wen's lesson is there, how could I sign it."

Wang Heng: "You can't be so absolute. After all, it was ten years ago when Chang Wen made her debut. The age is different, and the requirements for singers are also different. Besides, you have already made a name for yourself in good songs. As long as you sign with your company Silly, it must be cultivated on the path of an original singer."

Pei Ningle thought about it for a few seconds, but still shook his head: "But I still don't want to sign the company. I heard that the interpersonal relationship in the company is very complicated, and there are unspoken rules at every turn..."

"Hahaha, that's overthinking," Wang Heng smiled and touched the girl's head, "Singers are not actors, and actors need unspoken rules. Moreover, there is little coercion in the domestic entertainment industry. Unspoken rules are the main thing. Or those who wish to take the bait and use their brains only when they want to stand out. Just be a singer-songwriter, don’t fight or grab, write and sing songs with peace of mind, and no one will provoke you.”

As soon as Wang Heng finished speaking, he noticed that Pei Ningle took his hand and said seriously: "But I still don't want to sign the company."

The girl didn't give any more reasons, but just quietly raised her head and stared at him—perhaps it should be said that there is no need to say the reason anymore?

At this moment, Han Yixuan's faint voice sounded from behind the two: "I'm sorry, I came at a bad time..."

Wang Heng turned around quickly. He didn't let go of Pei Ningle's hand, but instead said frankly: "No, you came at the right time."

Han Yixuan: "?"

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