Want Me To Let Go? The Backhand Is A Compendium Of Materia Medica

Chapter 62 Invitation From King Zhou

After finishing the day's shooting, when Chen Feng and Zhao Qinghan returned home, they immediately wanted to update Journey to the West. However, before he could sit in front of the computer, he received a call from Zhou Chengjie.

"Hello? What's wrong, King Zhou Tianwang?"

The other party smiled and said, "Just call me Brother Jie. Are you busy lately?"

"Okay Brother Jie, just tell me if you have anything to say. It's not very busy even if you say you're busy. Time is like a ditch. If you squeeze it hard, you can squeeze it out. Although it's not deep, it's enough."

Zhou Chengjie choked at his words and was silent for a long time before saying, "That's it. Isn't the Tianjing stop of my tour concert scheduled for tomorrow, but the guest I had made an appointment with before suddenly had something to do and couldn't come. I thought you were just in time Are you interested in being a guest in Tianjing?"

"Okay Brother Jie, no problem. Aren't you afraid that I will steal your limelight?" Thinking of Zhou Chengjie's help and care for him in the "Brilliant Son" program, Chen Feng agreed without any hesitation. After all, he has always had grudges. distinct.

The other party laughed loudly, "Haha, I haven't seen you for a while, but you are still so confident, and you just grab it if nothing happens. Anyway, many netizens say that you are my half-disciple, and you can steal my limelight. It only shows that you are better than others." blue."

"Okay, that's no problem, tomorrow, right? I'll be there on time."

Seeing that he agreed, Zhou Chengjie secretly breathed a sigh of relief and remained silent for a long time before hesitatingly said, "I have one more thing, which I'm a little embarrassed to say."

Chen Feng heard that the other party's tone was a bit embarrassing, and joked, "Sorry to say it? Then Brother Jie, please stop talking and go to sleep."

Just when Zhou Chengjie was speechless, he heard him say in a serious tone, "As long as you say it, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. We have this 'master-disciple relationship', how can I refuse?"

"Okay, let me tell you straight. I want you to write a song for me. As for the price, I'll give you the highest standard."

Hearing this, Chen Feng remembered that he had promised the other party in the show before that he would write a song for the king after the show was over. But he was so busy recently that he forgot about it and said quickly, "Oh, this is my negligence." Yes, I have been busy filming TV recently, and I have forgotten to write a song for you. Okay, I will go to the scene tomorrow and bring it to you directly. As for the remuneration, forget about it, there is no money to talk about. "

After saying this, he did not give the other party a chance to refute, "That's it, I'll hang up with Brother Jie first. You can send me the concert address on WeChat later and I'll arrive on time tomorrow."

Zhou Chengjie wanted to say something more, but found that the other party had hung up the phone. He shook his head helplessly and said with a smile, "Sure enough, I saw this guy right."

"Whose phone number?", when he ended the call, Zhao Qinghan asked lightly from the side.

"Oh, King Zhou, how about inviting me to be a guest at his concert tomorrow? Do you want to go with me tomorrow?"

Zhao Qinghan thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go take a look tomorrow. You can update Journey to the West first. I'll go back to the room and wait to read it."

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Huh? Are you here to urge the update? Then I have to say sorry to you. I can't update in the past two days. I will help Brother Jie write a song later."

Hearing this answer, Zhao Qinghan looked disappointed and said, "Ah, it can't be updated? That's okay. You can write a song. I'll go to bed first."

"Sleep? Okay, let's exercise before going to bed. While exercising, I will tell you about the subsequent plot of Journey to the West."

"Exercise?" Zhao Qinghan asked suspiciously, and subconsciously asked "What exercise?"

"Hehehehe, it's just this kind of exercise." Chen Feng laughed strangely and hugged the other person on the sofa. . .

Zhao Qinghan exclaimed, "What do you want to do? Don't you want to tell me about Journey to the West? Tell me quickly."

"Huh? Since Sister Qinghan wants to hear it so much, I'm going to tell you the story of Sun Wukong's weapon, the Golden Cudgel. Did you know that it can change at will, from big to small..."

Feeling the strange movement of the other party's body, coupled with this extremely unorthodox explanation, Zhao Qinghan spat "poof".

"..."

An hour later, Chen Feng was sitting on the sofa panting, watching the exhausted Zhao Qinghan return to the room to rest.

He didn't look away until the other party closed the bedroom door, entered the system mall, thought for a while, thought of Zhou Chengjie's voice, and finally decided to exchange a kiss for the other party.

Thinking that I would be a guest tomorrow, I would probably have to go on stage to sing one or two songs, so I got myself another song "Ten Years" and "Stubborn".

After choosing the songs, he inserted the USB flash drive into his laptop and finished the music scores and lyrics of the three songs on professional songwriting software.

After two or three hours of tinkering, he finally transferred the three songs to the USB flash drive. Chen Feng murmured, "If you steal Brother Jie's limelight tomorrow, you can't blame me. I didn't even redeem Jay Chou's songs." I've tried my best to keep a low profile, okay?"

After doing all this, he took the time to look at the time displayed on his phone and thought to himself, "It's already past twelve o'clock? Then Journey to the West won't be updated today."

After sitting on the sofa and thinking for a while, Chen Feng decided to take a leave of absence from the book fans, lest those netizens get impatient and leave negative reviews for Mao Liang.

Opening the author's backend, Chen Feng was surprised to find that just one day and one night later, Journey to the West had already been read by hundreds of thousands of people, and there were also hundreds of thousands of messages urging updates in the comment area.

"Why hasn't Chen Feng updated it yet?"

"You should hurry up, my flowers have withered from waiting."

"Chen Feng, are you missing? Do you need me to register a missing persons record for you?"

"Damn, you should update it soon. The plot is so good that it makes my heart itch."

"What's this? I've been staring at the computer all day. Can you believe it?"

"+1, I didn't sleep all night last night, and I'm waiting for another day today."

"Everyone, please disperse. This comparison is definitely intentional, to make people feel more appetizing."

"..."

Seeing the fans' fancy reminders, Chen Feng helplessly typed in the comment area, "Thank you everyone for your support of Journey to the West, but since I am going to Zhou Tianwang's concert tomorrow, I can only regretfully tell everyone that I will be there today and tomorrow." It can’t be updated, please let me go, everyone should leave.”

In an instant, some fans who had been following Journey to the West saw this comment.

"Fuck, I've already taken off my pants, and you're just showing me this?"

"Are you asking for leave? This is obviously a notice."

"No updates for two days? I can't bear it."

"I just want to know the monkey's follow-up. What's wrong with me?"

"As soon as you write a novel, don't you think carefully about how to write a book and how to be a guest..."

"This comparison is starting to get sloppy again!"

Although some book fans are angry, most of them are relatively rational, and there are even some fans of Zhou Tianwang among them.

"Huh? Are you going to be a guest at King Zhou's concert tomorrow?"

"Okay, my two favorite singers are sharing the stage again."

"This is a reason I can't refuse."

"I can't help it. Who made this guy still a star?"