173: Chapter 173 Zhou Bule's Decision

"What, do you know him?" Chen Shaoping asked in surprise, looking at Zhou Bule.

"Yeah," Zhou Bule responded, his expression looking a bit grim.

Seeing that they had reached the door of the room, Chen Shaoping said, "Let's go inside and talk about it in detail."

The three of them entered the hotel room and sat down.

After taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Zhou Bule continued speaking.

"President Chen, Sister Ying, you know I participated in a singing competition. Li Wei did too, just like me."

"We both chose the same mentor at the same time. Back then, I wasn't sure if anyone would like my voice, and I was very insecure."

"He gave me a lot of help."

Zhang Ying poured a glass of warm water for Zhou Bule. "Don't rush, have some water and take your time."

Zhou Bule picked up the glass and gulped it down in one go.

"He kept cheering me on, and my performance got better and better."

"During the elimination rounds, our mentor put us in the same group. One of the two of us had to be eliminated."

"In the end, the mentor chose him to stay, and I was eliminated."

"Even though it was the mentor's choice, many netizens were attacking him at the time, saying his strength wasn't as good as mine and that he only moved up because of his looks."

"I even came forward to explain, but the netizens wouldn't listen at all."

"later, he was signed by Tiantian Media, while I couldn't even find a company. After that, our contact became less and less."

"It wasn't until I met you, President Chen, that my fate changed."

"Before coming to Kyoto this time, a few of us from the academy had a gathering, and Li Wei was there too."

"He was very happy and kept telling us that he had been invited to the National Day Gala and was going to be on a CCTV program."

"Hearing this news, I was happy for him. I even blocked drinks for him and ended up throwing up all night."

"I can't figure out why he would want to harm me?"

As he continued to vent, Zhou Bule's complexion improved slightly, and his tightly knit brows relaxed a bit.

Chen Shaoping patted his shoulder lightly and said slowly, "I probably know why he wanted to harm you."

Zhou Bule looked up at Chen Shaoping and followed up urgently, "Why?"

"He feels that you snatched his spot for the gala," Chen Shaoping said with a faint smile.

Zhou Bule's head buzzed; he felt his scalp tighten and his pupils contract.

His mind raced: That's right! Initially, only Sister Ying was invited to the gala.

But suddenly, both he and Wang Bo had spots.

It went without saying where those two spots came from.

He hadn't thought about it carefully before, but now he had to.

The only one with the ability to get spots from the production team was President Chen.

Although he didn't know how President Chen did it or if there was a price to pay.

But even so, it only meant he was more suitable for this gala than Li Wei.

That's why the production team gave up on Li Wei and chose him.

He didn't believe for a second that President Chen had the power to order around a CCTV production team.

Zhou Bule adjusted his emotions and replied, "President Chen, my spot was given by the production team, and it was also given by you."

"I didn't snatch his spot at all. If he harmed me because of this, then I will never recognize him as a friend again."

Chen Shaoping's hanging heart finally settled, and he let out a long breath.

He was truly afraid that Zhou Bule would act on impulse and shout about giving the spot back.

If that were the case, his connection with Zhou Bule would have come to an end.

"Good. So don't overthink it; just focus on preparing for the gala."

Zhang Ying also said, "If his spot is gone, he should go to the production team for the reason."

"But he didn't. Instead, he immediately thought of ways to harm you. Someone like that isn't worth being close friends with."

"I understand, Sister Ying. I'll delete his contact information right away."

Zhou Bule took out his phone and decisively blocked all of Li Wei's contact information.

"President Chen, Sister Ying, I'll go back to my room to shower first. I'll come over in a bit to listen to Heavenly Queen Huang Manni's 'the moon fills the west tower'."

Zhang Ying immediately replied, "Then go ahead quickly, it's almost time."

Zhou Bule left with a smile.

"Darling, why did you agree to let him come over to listen to the song? It'll interfere with our rest."

"You're spoiling him too much."

Chen Shaoping pursed his lips, pretending to look aggrieved.

"It's only 8 o'clock, who wants to rest?"

"I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going to shower. I'm so tired today; a hot bath will feel better."

After Zhang Ying finished speaking, she took her toiletries and went to the bathroom.

Chen Shaoping had nothing to do, so he started scrolling through videos of female anglers.

These female anglers had great figures and provided plenty of fan service; they were worth a watch.

Soon, it was 8 o'clock.

Zhou Bule and Zhang Ying were both staring eagerly at the computer, impatient to hear it immediately.

"Da Ping, hurry up, your hands are so slow," Zhang Ying complained.

"Almost ready."

After Chen Shaoping finished the payment, he clicked on the audio.

"The red lotus fragrance fades, the jade mat feels like autumn..."

Heavenly Queen Huang Manni's voice had just begun to ring out.

A thick sense of longing was transmitted through her singing.

It was as if it brought the listener into a desolate and sorrowful dreamscape.

On a night with a bright moon in the sky, a gentle and beautiful woman boarded a small boat alone.

Gazing at the distant horizon, she hoped the man in her heart would appear in her sight.

Except for a line of wild geese returning south, there was nothing else.

No wonder Heavenly Queen Huang Manni insisted on getting the performance rights for this song; it turned out she had poured all her years of lovesickness into the song.

Chen Shaoping believed that tonight, countless men and women would be unable to sleep because they listened to this song.

The person in their hearts would keep lingering in their minds.

"Until this moment, I have truly understood the real meaning of Teacher Gu Jianfen's comments."

After the song ended, Zhou Bule murmured with a solemn expression.

"As far as this one song is concerned, I cannot reach the level of Teacher Huang Manni."

"Sister Ying, what about you?"

Zhang Ying shook her head. "Some songs and some emotions are very hard to get into if you haven't experienced them."

There was another sentence in her heart that she didn't say out loud.

If she wanted to sing at her level, she would probably have to be separated from Da Ping for more than half a year.

She was not willing to do that.

"Alright, alright, it's just a song. Why are you two getting so sentimental?"

Chen Shaoping interrupted the two who were building up their emotions.

"Da Ping, you're so annoying!" Zhang Ying said, dissatisfied.

"Exactly, exactly," Zhou Bule echoed.

Chen Shaoping looked at the two of them standing on the same front and said with a dissatisfied expression, "Bu Lie, the song is finished, shouldn't you go back?"

"Early to bed, early to rise; we have to catch a flight tomorrow."

"Oh, alright, President Chen."

Just as Zhou Bule left, a strong sense of protectiveness and heartache welled up in Zhang Ying's heart, and she pulled Chen Shaoping's head tightly into her arms.

"Don't talk, let Sister hug you."

Chen Shaoping was about to speak when Zhang Ying stopped him.

Her heart was bleeding, and she cursed Chen Shaoping's ex-girlfriend fiercely in her mind.

Why did she have to hurt him like this? How heartbroken must he have been for a guy to write such poignant lyrics about lovesickness.

At this moment, she just wanted to hold Chen Shaoping tightly and use everything to comfort him.

To give him all her love.

Chen Shaoping didn't know Zhang Ying's thoughts; he just closed his eyes and enjoyed this soft and elastic 'cushion' beautifully.

At the same time.

While Chen Shaoping was immersed in this gentle embrace, in Guangzhou, thousands of miles away, the net of the arrest operation was quietly tightening.

Below an old building in a Guangzhou urban village, Tian Jun, wearing his uniform, stopped a Delivery Rider carrying a large box.