The super god lottery system of the glory of the king

Chapter 728 He Sihan's Wish

He Sihan took out his mobile phone, handed the newly opened Weibo page in front of Chen Hao, and said adoringly: "Wang Feng is going to hold a concert at Nestle, and Sister Su and I really like the title song of his new album "Life in Bloom" , I heard that he will sing this song at the concert, and it will be even more shocking to listen to it live."

Chen Hao smiled and said nothing.

He never expected that the song he wrote in 2 minutes would become an overnight hit. Now even He Sihan and Su Wanqing have become fans of this song.

"Brother Chen Hao, have you heard this song?" He Sihan asked curiously.

"No."

"It's really not you." He Sihan curled her lips in disappointment, "The composer of this song is also called Chen Hao. I was still discussing with Sister Su before whether this person is you, but now you say no. If you heard it, it means it’s really not you.”

Chen Hao said with a low-key smile, "There are quite a few people with the same name and surname in this world."

"That's right." He Sihan nodded, "Sister Su and I really want to go to Wang Feng's concert, but the tickets are really hard to get. Sister Su and I didn't even get the tickets outside."

Su Wanqing smiled and comforted, "It's you who really want to see it, not me, okay? Besides, it's a concert tour, and Nestle can't go this time. Next time, there will be opportunities elsewhere."

"But only Nestlé's time is the closest. Next time, I don't know how long I will have to wait."

Looking at He Sihan's little disappointed expression, Chen Hao thought of the three concert tickets that Wang Feng had just sent to his home.

These three concert tickets are all for the infield. If He Sihan knew that he had tickets in his hand, he would probably dance around happily, right?
"Brother Chen Hao, what are you laughing at?" He Sihan was so wronged that he was about to cry.

Because she couldn't get tickets for Wang Feng's concert, she even felt that eating was boring, but Chen Hao actually laughed in front of her. This laugh, no matter how you look at it, looks like a mockery.

"It's nothing."

"Oh, I thought Brother Chen Hao had a ticket in your hand." He Sihan's watery eyes were full of disappointment.

Chen Hao hooked his lips.

He really has tickets in his hand, exactly three tickets, and he can take Su Wanqing and He Sihan to see them together.

It's just that there is still about half a month before Wang Feng's concert starts, and Chen Hao doesn't plan to tell He Sihan that he has a ticket for the time being.

Tell her before the concert starts, this little girl will be even more excited, right?
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Chen Hao has obtained the skill of bartending, but during these seven days, he still went to Xia Wei's bar every day, opened the door from the bar, and didn't leave until it closed.

During the whole three hours, Chen Hao would pretend to mix a few glasses of wine, Xia Wei would give him some guidance, and Xia Qian would occasionally come over at night to see the progress of Chen Hao's mixing.

However, Chen Hao's doing this does not mean that he has no confidence in his bartending skills. Since it is a skill produced by the system, it must be a high-quality product. On Sunday night, he will make a glass of wine for Murong Chujiao that can forget the sadness after drinking it. There will be no problem.

The reason why he comes to the bar every night is mainly because of the safety of the bar.

After beating Zhenxiang up, Zhenxiang must be upset. When he comes out of the hospital, the first thing he will do is to block Chen Hao at the bar.

He was the one who hit him, and Xia Wei and others couldn't be allowed to take the blame for him, so Chen Hao came to the bar every night, just to wait for Zhenxiang to come to his door automatically.

Hearing that this guy was born in a family of martial arts, Chen Hao was very curious about how capable this family is. It must be very interesting if he can fight against people in the family.

Thinking of this, Chen Hao couldn't help chuckling.

He could feel that the people who came to the bar to drink in the past few days would glance at him, and the glance was not enough, and there were still whispers in their mouths.

"It's this kid who asks the school belle to give him a heart-made bento every day, but he doesn't eat it every time, and just throws it away in front of the school belle. Ma De, it's really embarrassing."

"Where is that trash can, tell me, I will pick it up tomorrow!"

"I really don't know what Xiaohua thinks. How can anyone in this world concoct wine that can forget sadness after drinking. It's really cheap, kid."

"You said, the school belle shouldn't have fallen in love with him at first sight, right?"

"Absolutely impossible. If I were the school belle, I would rather like Yi Tuo Xiang than his hanging silk."

Everyone's discussions were heard in Chen Hao's ears, and the smile on the corner of Chen Hao's mouth deepened.

For three consecutive days, he had thrown the caring bento that Murong Chujiao delivered on time into the trash can in front of her.

At first, when he did this, passing classmates would be surprised to take photos and post them online, causing heated discussions on the Internet.

Now, those melon-eating people who were surprised at first have gotten used to it, and only think that he is pretending to be coercive.

I've seen scumbags before, but everyone said it was the first time they'd seen a scumbag like Chen Hao.

Chen Hao hooked his lips, looked at the fiery red cocktail in the cup, and handed it to Xia Wei.

In the past few days, Xia Wei has become accustomed to tasting various cocktails prepared by Chen Hao. She can mix herself and knows many types of cocktails.

As long as Chen Hao can make it, she can accurately name the cocktail after taking a few sips.

Xia Wei took the cocktail, picked it up gracefully, and took a sip.

The long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and a look of surprise appeared in Xia Wei's eyes.

After taking another sip, Xia Wei said slowly: "Bloody Mary, born in Harry's New York Bar in Paris, is bright red in color and has a salty and sweet taste. Stir until the cup is full, if you use two words to describe it, it is weird."

Xia Wei slowly turned the liquid in the cup, and continued: "In the middle of the 16th century, Queen Mary I of England was in power. She persecuted a large number of Protestants in order to revive Catholicism, and was called Bloody Mary by people at that time. During the Myrican Prohibition in 1920, bars created this red-hot cocktail and named it after the Bloody Mary."

After finishing speaking, Xia Wei turned her head and asked Chen Hao: "Am I right?"

Chen Hao snapped his fingers: "Totally correct."

Xia Wei pursed her lips and put the glass on the bar.

She usually takes only two sips of the wine that Chen Hao has mixed before stopping.

Xia Wei herself doesn't like drinking, but she opened this bar, and the business is extremely hot. Looking at the entire Jiangyin City, such a clear bar is rare.

Just when Chen Hao was about to make his next cocktail, there was a loud commotion at the door of the bar.

This batch of guests just came in a few minutes ago, and in less than half an hour, the next batch of people will have to wait at the door of the bar.

Now there was a sudden noise at the door, which meant that someone came to make trouble on their own initiative.

(End of this chapter)