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Chapter 167 It was only normal at that time

When the time comes to December, the transition from summer to autumn often begins with a rain, and the transition from autumn to winter often begins with the first snow.

Yan Wang tightened his scarf and walked out of the dormitory building with his brothers and walked towards the classroom.

Halfway through, Yan Wang suddenly fell two steps behind and turned into a small alley.

A few seconds later, holding the book in one hand and a scarf in the other, he quickly caught up with Tian Siwan and others.

He reached out and patted Wang Yao on the shoulder, and handed him the book in his hand: "Help me take it."

Then he put the scarf on with both hands and took a deep breath.

The air was much colder than expected, and he shivered suddenly, as if his internal organs were filled with ice water in an instant.

Wang Yao couldn't help laughing when he saw his actions: "Are you stupid, have you never breathed air?"

Yan Wan trembled and controlled his spiritual energy to move around his body. A warm feeling suddenly filled his entire body.

He raised his hand to take the book from Wang Yao's hand, and stretched out his hand to push Wang Yao's shoulder: "There is a legend in our hometown that if you take a strong breath of the air from the first snowfall of the year, you will have good luck in the coming year. "

"Is it true? Is there such a legend?" Wang Yao said dubiously.

Yan Huan tilted his head and looked at him, and said seriously: "Of course it is true. As the saying goes, auspicious snow heralds a good harvest. A breath of air is equivalent to a breath of good luck."

When Wang Yao saw what he said seriously, he immediately stopped and walked to the side: "Then I have to prepare. You have sucked all the blessings out of this place."

He pushed all the air out of his abdomen, and then took a deep breath of fresh, cold air.

However, the blessing was only half breathed, and Wang Yao couldn't help coughing hard.

"Cough, cough, cough! It's not working anymore. It's cold and dry. It's like sucking a knife. What a stupid legend!"

"Hahahaha!" Yan Wang held his belly and laughed, raising his finger to point at Wang Yao, "I just said it casually, and you really believed it."

At this moment, Tian Siwan and Zhang Bangyu who were walking in front came back and asked doubtfully: "What are you doing?"

Wang Yao raised his body and looked at each other with Yan Huan. Then they both turned their heads and told Tian Siwan again what Yan Huan had just said.

"Really or not?" Tian Siwan muttered.

Yan Wan waved his hand and said casually: "This is just like the left eye twitching for money, and the right eye twitching is the nerve driving the muscles to twitch. If you believe it, there will be it, if you don't believe it, there will be nothing."

Zhang Bangyu raised his foot and shook the snow falling on his head: "Then I will try too..."

After a few seconds.

"Ahem!" X2
"Hahahaha"

The cold, dry air was full of joy.

Opening the door, a blast of cold air swept into the room.

Yan Wang finally walked into the classroom, and when he closed the door, he heard Tian Siwan trying to show off: "Actually, it's not cold at all in winter. My physique is absolutely amazing. It's just that the temperature dropped suddenly and my body wasn't ready yet."

With a dark face, Wang Yao saw the opportunity and put his hand into his coat, pointed his thumb at his waist, and then pushed it hard.

"Ow!"

Tian Siwan screamed in pain, covered his waist and jumped out like a rabbit, then turned around and pointed at Wang Yao with gritted teeth: "What are you doing~ Ouch."

"Come on, look what you've become." Wang Yao threw away his hand in disgust and went to find a seat with his book in his arms.

This class was a professional class, and they were the only class in the classroom. Thirty or forty people were sitting sparsely in the classroom, playing with their mobile phones.

Although it was said to be a professional class, not many people actually listened carefully.

When Yan Wang filled out his application for the college entrance examination, Zhang Xuefeng was not as popular as he is now.

Now, only a few people who are determined to continue to study in this major will sit in the front row of the classroom and follow the teacher's ideas carefully.

December tenth.

The sky was shrouded in thick gray clouds, and fine snow drifted between the sky and the earth. It melted immediately when it fell on the ground. Snow in the south has always been like this.

Thinking of how he was looking at the sea-blue sky in Douluo Continent a few minutes ago, Yan Wan suddenly felt a strange sense of fragmentation.

But only being in this classroom will remind him: Oh, it turns out that I am just a student.

The daylight hours in winter are very short. It is still bright before class, but dusk has already fallen by the time get out of class is over.On the way from the teaching building to the cafeteria, only the trees on both sides were still covered with a thin layer of snowflakes.

The snow in the south is always so stingy. I remember when I was in elementary school, before the bell rang, I had already taken out the table tennis racket from the table, and my eyes kept wandering between the teacher and the back door.

As soon as the bell rang, he rushed out like a rabbit and went straight to the table tennis table.At that time, the first thing to do after grabbing the table was to declare sovereignty, and the second thing was to use a racket to knock off the ice prisms hanging on both sides of the table.

Ice prism... I haven't seen it for many years.

At this moment, Yan Wan understood what the greenhouse effect was.

"At that time, it was only commonplace."

Yan murmured with a smile, turned off his phone and walked into the cafeteria.

Then he found a table and sat down with the hot food, then got up and got a bowl of free radish soup. After taking a sip of the hot soup, the hot warmth spread from his stomach to his whole body in an instant.

If there is anything warmer than this bowl of carrot soup, it must be the roasted sweet potato that Lin Yongmeng just handed over.

"Na na~ The first roasted sweet potato in winter."

She stretched out her hands to pinch Yan Yan's cheeks, and touched the charcoal ash on the surface of the roasted sweet potato with a playful smile.

Yan Wan ignored her mischievous little hands. The sweet potato smell was so fragrant that he couldn't help but want to break it open.

However, as soon as the sweet potato was opened, hot steam jumped out.

"Wow~ So hot!"

Yan Wan yelled, then quickly put the sweet potato on the table and held his burned thumb in his mouth.

"What a big idiot~" Lin Yongmeng cursed with a smile, put his hands on the table to support his cheeks, and said lazily, "You idiot, feed me."

"Wait a moment."

Yan Huan picked up the spoon, dug out the pink core in the middle of the sweet potato, and then stuffed it into her mouth.

The quality of this sweet potato is very good. The cut pieces are steaming hot, and the crystal clear red fruit seems to be flowing with thick sweet syrup.The sweet potato pulp hung on the edge of the spoon and stretched into silk shapes adds a bit of similarity to the appearance of the sweet syrup.

"Ah~ um." Lin Yongmeng lowered her head, bit the spoon, and swallowed all the sweet potatoes on the spoon.

Yan Huan only dug out a small piece, and after being exposed to such weather for a while, his mouth could no longer be burned. "Is it tasty?"

"Uh-huh."

As soon as Lin Yongmeng nodded, Yan Wan couldn't wait to open his mouth and bite it.

"Ugh~ it's hot! Phew~"

Yan Wang opened his mouth wide and took a breath, then carefully bit open the sweet potato meat in his mouth.

A long time ago, Yan Wang felt that if possible, it was better to keep all the senses of the body in the state of ordinary people.

Otherwise, with the rapid growth of his physical fitness, he would not even be able to eat his favorite chili pepper. After all, "spicy" is essentially a kind of pain.

"Deserved!"

Lin Yongmeng smiled, raised his hand and wiped away a bit of sweet potato on his nose, then put his thumb in front of his lips under Yan Wan's gaze, stretched out his clove uvula and rolled away the sweet potato meat.

Yan Huan swallowed, lowered his head, took another bite of sweet potato and said, "It seems like we won't have much vacation until the winter vacation."

"No more." Lin Yongmeng shook his head, looked at him and asked doubtfully, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"I was just thinking, should I take you to the north for fun? Before the college students have a vacation, how about going to a university in Harbin to have a snowball fight?"

Lin Yongmeng thought while eating: "Forget it, there are too many uncertainties. I don't know when it will snow heavily, nor do I know when they will have a snowball fight on the playground..."

Yan Huan nodded thoughtfully: "If that's what you want to say, how about going to the Ice and Snow World? You don't have to gamble on luck, and there are quite a lot of facilities to play in."

"Then you have to call a few more people together. After all, it's more fun when there are more people."

"That's true. Let's do this. I'll ask Hongxia and the others if they want to come and play."

After saying that, Yan Wan opened the chat group to find Hong Xia and asked them about their next schedule.

Pigment: @下 Kitazawa Little Angel, it will be about... forty days. Will you be free after forty days?

Shimokitazawa Little Angel: What’s wrong?
Pigment: Lin Yong and I dreamed of going to northern China to play in the snow after the holidays. Since it was just for fun, we naturally wanted to call a few more friends.

Shimokitazawa Little Angel: I’m not sure, after all, we are just a small band, and we don’t have the opportunity to arrange it for such a long time.

Little Angel Shimokitazawa: Let’s do this. I’ll tell you when there is definite news.

Shimokitazawa Little Angel: One more thing, Liangto, let me ask you, how much money did you make from that video?I'm also curious as to whether I can pay off the debt on these instruments.

Pigment: Um...wait a minute, I'll ask.

Regarding the video that ended the band's performance, Yan Huan used the chat group to edit it and then asked Lin Yongmeng to take charge of it.

Anyone with eyesight can see that this video definitely has the potential to become a hit.But neither Yan Wan nor Lin Yongmeng wanted to deal with the series of follow-up events brought about by the popularity of the video.

Whether it's video revenue, traffic monetization, or other things, they both find it troublesome anyway.

I just want to enjoy the praise and style brought by netizens because of the popularity of the video.

So Lin Yongmeng borrowed a few people from his father's company to take charge of this matter.Immediately afterwards, Yan Wang went to Douluo World, and he was not sure about the subsequent development.

After closing the chat group, Yan Wang raised his head and asked, "By the way, has the video of the last band concert been released?"

"Not yet." Lin Yongmeng replied.

"Why hasn't it been released for so long?" Yan Wan asked in surprise.

After all, in his opinion, this is just a matter of posting a video. Just be careful and wait for the video to be reviewed.

"Well..." Lin Yongmeng organized his words a little and said concisely: "To put it simply, I am worried about copyright issues."

"Copyright?" Yan Wan was even more surprised.

Lin Yongmeng nodded, took out his cell phone and pulled out a chat record and handed it to Yan Wang. At the same time, he said: "Those people in my father's company don't actually understand the Internet, but they know how to be Party A, so they started from me. I took a sum of money to find several Internet media companies.”

"Because our video is for profit, it involves the issue of commercial copyright. If it is just a general hit, you don't actually have to worry about copyright. But the problem is that after watching the video, the person in charge said There is a 90.00% chance that the work will be popular abroad."

"And the copyright of "Rock of Loneliness" is in Japan. We don't know the producer's attitude towards the commercial copyright of the second creation of the work, so this aspect still needs to be negotiated."

Yan Wan nodded: "I understand, then when can we talk about it?"

"People from the Internet company have been flying to Japan for several days. It is estimated that the results will be available in the next two days."

"Okay, then I'll tell them to wait." Yan Huan nodded and told Hong Xia in the group.

This matter is easy to understand. Let’s take the fan fiction at a certain point as an example.

The first is fan works that have obtained copyright permission, that is, novels such as Douluo and Dragon Clan. The authors of such fan works will hand over [-]% of their income to the original author every month to pay the copyright royalties.

Don't think that this [-]% of the income is not much, you must know that the other [-]% has to be handed over to the mother.

The works that have not obtained copyright permission are fan fiction such as Naruto and Pirates, whose copyrights are overseas.

Since their copyrights are in foreign countries, the sky is high and the emperor is far away and they have no control over them, so there is no need to pay copyright royalties.

But even so, from time to time someone would still spread rumors and shout about the situation.

But if a Naruto fan novel is very, very popular, and even becomes popular in Japan, then paying the copyright fee is a certainty.

And because this fan novel was published before copyright permission was obtained, Kishimoto may even be sued to court to pay huge copyright royalties.

Of course, this is just an example, and such novels may not exist.

But...a song sung by the ending band that broke the dimensional wall must have such an ability!

So before releasing this video, just in case, I had to go to Japan to communicate with the producer of "Lonely Rock".

Little Angel Shimokitazawa: I understand, this is really a pity.

Pigment: It is indeed a pity. If you really want to calculate it, the producers of "Lonely Rock" should actually pay you a sum of money first.

Shimokitazawa Little Angel: What I’m saying is that it would be a shame if the producers of “Lonely Rock” don’t allow it!

Little Angel Shimokitazawa: Also, don’t tell Ryo about this, otherwise this guy will definitely find a way to come to your side, and then ask the producer of "Lonely Rock" for money.

Pigments: This is very Ryo Yamada!

Xiao Huohuo: But no one will believe her. Yamada Ryo broke through the dimensional wall to demand compensation for the use of portrait rights... It seems impossible when you think about it.

Call me Your Lady Queen: Maybe... I will be arrested for causing trouble?
(End of this chapter)