Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets-Chapter 622 - 308 Traces of Dampness Performance Fruit

Chapter 622: Chapter 308: Traces of Dampness, [Performance Fruit]

Chapter 622 -308: Traces of Dampness, [Performance Fruit]

“It’s dark, please close your eyes.”

“Werewolves, please open your eyes.”

…

“It’s dawn.”

“Damn it! Why am I the one getting killed again.”

“I’m the Prophet, trust me, Hao, Tang Song, both of them are Werewolves! Vote them out directly!”

…

The Wind Racing Electric Club buzzed with lively and joyous atmosphere.

After playing pool and Werewolf for a while, Tang Song stood up from his seat.

He went to the bar, opened a can of lychee-flavored Zhenzhen drink, and took a few gulps with a “gulping” sound.

Leaning on the high stool, he comfortably gazed out the window.

Owing to its location near a scenic area, the environment here was beautiful, the air was fresh, and from time to time, birds could be seen gliding across the sky.

Outside the pale glass, Cheng Qiuyu and Moli huddled together, seated under the phoenix tree.

Cheng Qiuyu held a guitar, occasionally striking a few notes, looking very excited.

Tang Song admired the sexy and provocative girl for a while, threw the empty can into the trash bin, and walked out the door.

Hearing the footsteps, the two chatting lifted their heads at the same time.

Seeing that it was him, Moli quickly stood up and greeted him sweetly.

Then she added playfully, “Attractive Man, I added you on WeChat in the group, can I get some face time?”

“Sure!” Tang Song snapped his fingers generously.

Sweet as she called him, that face time was definitely warranted.

“Yay! Thank you, Attractive Man! Seriously, I’m your fan now, you play the guitar so well! Your singing voice is super nice too, totally in love!” Moli excitedly stepped forward and hugged Tang Song’s arm, even daring to rub against it, and contentedly said, “Well then, I’m off to the bar for a drink; you two chat away.”

Seeing Moli being so understanding, Tang Song casually pulled out his phone and accepted her friend request.

Cheng Qiuyu, holding her guitar, nodded to him as a greeting.

Then, as if she remembered something, she happily said, “Su Yu posted a snippet of her new song on the fan forum, she just made it, it’s so nice.”

“Oh? Let me listen.”

Qiuyu nodded, picked up her mobile phone from the seat behind her, and hit play.

The demo was short, less than one minute long.

“Su Yu’s songs are always written based on her feelings; you can see she’s very happy now, but the fans are starting to speculate about her mysterious lover again.”

On bringing up her idol, Qiuyu’s eyes instantly turned into crescents, a far cry from her previous aloofness.

After listening several times, Tang Song smiled and extended his hand to Qiuyu, “Guitar for a second.”

“Here you go!” Qiuyu’s eyes lit up, and she passed it over with both hands.

She was eager to hear this new song’s melody live.

She had been hesitating about how to broach the topic with Tang Song, but now she got her wish.

Tang Song casually took a seat on the wooden chair and lightly plucked the guitar strings.

Soon, pleasing guitar notes drifted through the green courtyard.

The tune was light-hearted and buoyant, infused with joy and yearning, much like being in love.

The clouds dispersed, and streaks of golden sunlight shone through the gaps in the heavy clouds, casting a dappled light and shadow.

Watching Tang Song under the phoenix tree, confidently holding the guitar, Qiuyu’s eyes revealed a bright smile, filled with deep admiration and adoration.

Tang Song’s guitar skills were good enough to start a formal band.

Frankly speaking, he even had better looks than her high school classmate Ansel.

He could debut right there and be sure to become a hit.

The guitar strains tapered off.

Tang Song casually set the guitar on the seat and stood up to look at Qiuyu.

Being so close, he could distinctly smell a faint scent coming from her.

It wasn’t perfume but a mixture of scents: shower gel, skincare products, and laundry detergent.

It was very clean, very pleasant.

Qiuyu awkwardly shifted her gaze away.

Tang Song smiled and said, “I have something I need your help with; do you have time right now?”

“What is it?”

“The sky looks beautiful right now; I plan to shoot a short video down by the Hutuo River and wanted your help holding the camera for me.”

“Of course, I can.” Qiuyu immediately agreed.

Helping out a friend with a small favor was quite normal.

“Let’s go, I’ll give you a ride on my bike.” Tang Song pointed towards the parking area.

Qiuyu paused, then said, “I’d better ride my own bike, it’s safer that way.”

She had never ridden on the back of another guy’s motorcycle before and wasn’t used to such intimate contact.

“No worries, it’s just a short clip by the river, very close,” Tang Song reassured as he casually took out the bike keys and gave them a flick, “I’ve heard you like the BMW RR; you could ride me instead if you want.”

After saying that, Tang Song winked at her with a smile.

He really hadn’t been on a girl’s bike before and was quite looking forward to it.

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Qiuyu’s face turned red in an instant, and after a moment of silence, she said, “Then… let’s have you ride me instead.”

Following the clean cobblestone path, they reached the parking area.

Tang Song smoothly swung his leg over the bike, inserted the key, and fired it up, then turned and said, “Get on, QQ.”

Qiuyu, who had put on her helmet, gave a small “hm” and cautiously sat on the back seat.

After hesitating for a moment, she slid her hands past Tang Song, resting them on the fuel tank, maintaining a “safe” distance with her body.

“Vroom vroom vroom—”

The BMW RR smoothly started and accelerated out of the club’s gate.

…

Watching the two slowly disappearing from view, Liu Wenning clenched his fist tightly from his seat by the window, feeling utterly frustrated.

Grinding his teeth, he stomped his foot and muttered angrily, “Damn dog shit, acting all high and mighty with his money? Deliberately provoking me, trying to piss me off, fuck!”

Beside him, Zhou Dongbing whispered, “Wenning, all five performances are over; shouldn’t we leave? I’ll join you for a drink tonight, we can chat to our heart’s content.”