Reborn I don't need a heroine

Pei Ningle could never have imagined that before meeting her, Wang Heng went to the campus supermarket to buy an umbrella and a bottle of beer.

There was no sign of rain at all, and it stands to reason that there was no need for an umbrella. As for the bottle of the lowest-grade beer, the first thing he did after he took it out of the supermarket was to pour out all the low-quality liquor in it. Then, Wang Heng put the umbrella and the empty wine bottle in the backpack on his back, and opened the zipper a little, so that he could take these two things out at any time.

After two unexpected situations, Wang Heng felt that if he didn't know how to prepare for self-defense in advance, he would be too stupid.

So when he came to the school gate, Pei Ningle had already stood there waiting for a while.

"Sorry, there is something in the dormitory, I'm a little late."

Casually uttering reasonable lies is a core skill honed by him in the field of Shura.

Pei Ningle smiled and shook his head: "I'm very happy that you can come, it's okay, I don't have anything urgent anyway. It will take another half an hour to start over there, so we can take our time."

So Wang Heng didn't say anything more, and walked to the bar with her.

As one of the first-class universities in the country, the University of Telecommunications Science and Technology has a good location. It is in the urban area of ​​Rongdu, surrounded by more than one large business district. Therefore, places like bars will naturally not be lacking.

When the two walked into the bar, there were already customers inside. It's just that the atmosphere is a little deserted.

Wang Heng looked at the internal structure of the bar, nodded and said: "Should it be said that it is a bar near the school? It's quite serious."

The lighting in this bar is very soft, there is no dance floor for people to twist their bodies, and the wine bottles placed on the entire wall of the cabinet seem to be quite high-grade, and the light music interwoven by the piano and violin surrounds the ears. The overall style is not vulgar, even a bit cold.

"Of course, I must find out, otherwise how dangerous is it?" Pei Ningle said while taking out his mobile phone to send a text message.

Wang Heng shrugged: "You still know the danger, it's not easy."

At this time, the bar owner received a text message from Pei Ningle and greeted him. He is a mature man in his thirties or forties - the main difference between a so-called mature man and a 'middle-aged man' is the difference in charm value. The boss has a slightly messy flowing mid-length hair, a neatly combed goatee on the chin, bronze skin that is very shiny under the light, and a casual suit creates a unique charm of mature men.

"Good evening, Xiao Pei, who is this?" The bar owner looked at Wang Heng who was beside the girl.

"My name is Wang Heng, and I belong to Pei Ningle—"

"He's my brother!"

In the middle of Wang Heng's speech, he was suddenly interrupted by Pei Ningle, and he was stunned. He turned his head to stare at her, questioning with his eyes - you didn't mention this beforehand!

Pei Ningle ignored his gaze, and continued: "He is my uncle's son, so his surname is different. We grew up together, so we know each other very well!"

Wang Heng was stunned. This girl can actually lie? The face is not red and the heart is not beating, and it is made up from beginning to end, which is amazing.

The bar owner smiled and said, "So it's Xiao Pei's brother, welcome. Xiao Pei will sing there later, and I'll arrange a counter seat for you to drink and listen to."

Wang Heng: "I'm not very good at drinking..."

The bar owner smiled even more happily: "I didn't intend to give you alcohol either. The alcohol here is expensive. I'd be so lucky if it's free for one night. Brother, do you want Coke, Sprite, orange juice, or soda?"

Wang Heng: "Soda water is fine."

"Okay, come and sit here. Xiao Pei, drink some warm water and prepare, and the singing will start in ten minutes. That's it, I'll call you later."

After speaking, the bar owner turned and walked away.

Three or four meters away from the bar, there is a small circular stage. On the circular stage where only one or two people can stand, there is a high stool and a stand microphone. In ten minutes, it will become the home field for Pei Ningle to play.

Wang Heng felt that if he was going to take the stage in a while, it would definitely not be easy. Even if you don't say that you are so nervous that you can't drink water, at least it is impossible to talk and laugh like Pei Ningle now.

The girl sat in front of the bar with him, took a sip of warm water, and said, "The man just now was called Yan Zitao, and everyone called him Brother Tao. This bar belongs to his family."

"I see," Wang Heng nodded, "By the way, what are you going to sing on stage later?"

"An old song, Ye Zi, have you heard it?"

"I've heard it."

Pei Ningle put down the water glass, a little helpless: "I actually want to sing the song I wrote, but the best one hasn't been written yet. And in the bar, everyone doesn't want to listen to original songs, they all want to listen to old songs. Most people want to listen to it." However, it can't be too bad, and it has to match the atmosphere of the bar..."

Wang Heng: "It doesn't sound easy."

The girl patted her small chest, and began to quip again: "But it's okay, I can sing a lot of songs like this. You know, I can sing pop songs just by listening to them once, and by practicing them twice, I can guarantee that I will never lose my tune! "

"Is it that powerful?"

Wang Heng agreed against his will - of course he knew what this girl was capable of, so he wouldn't be surprised.

Pei Ningle has many troubles in life, or in other words, he is a big trouble walking. But only for her on stage, Wang Heng never complained or slandered her. When the music started and she sang, she never disappointed Wang Heng.

A few minutes later, the bar owner, Brother Tao, came over quickly: "Xiao Pei, it's time to go."

Pei Ningle nodded heavily, and walked onto the small stage without looking back. The lighting in the bar was also adjusted in due course, and a few follow-up lights shone on the girl, attracting the attention of several people.

There were less than twenty customers in the bar, most of them were chatting or playing with their mobile phones, and there were only five or six people who could pay attention to the stage.

There is no introduction, and no one reminds customers to "please watch the performance on the stage"-whether they can attract the attention of others depends on the strength of the resident singer himself. If the effect is not good, then after tonight, the boss will obviously not let her come again.

But Pei Ningle didn't flinch in the slightest. She sat on a high stool, adjusted the height of the microphone, and waited for the prelude to start.

The bar owner sat on the seat she had just vacated, and patted Wang Heng on the shoulder: "I'll call you Xiao Wang, is that okay? What do you think of your sister singing?"

Wang Heng: "She is a capable person."

Brother Tao grinned: "Are you also so confident?"

Wang Heng nodded.

At this moment, a soothing piano sound floated from the speakers, which was the prelude to "Leaves". The prelude to this song was very short, and seeing Pei Ningle holding the microphone, he was about to start singing.

Wang Heng whispered again: "I bet you definitely want to keep her later, but she may not stay with you in the future."

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