I'm nice please be nice to me

Chapter 338 Memories of College
It was a school song contest.

Xiao Bei obviously made the tune.

But I haven't been able to find a good word to match this song.

Seeing that, several other competitors have already started rehearsals.

But because he couldn't find a good word, he still hasn't decided what song to perform.

At that time, the first thing he thought of was his deskmate, Han Dong.

At that time, Han Dong was already a well-known literary backbone in the school.

Almost all the students in the school are reading his serialized online novels.

Ask someone like this to help write the lyrics.

In fact, Beckham was very disturbed at the time.

At that time, Han Dong was very cool and rarely spoke.

He is very serious in class, but in normal times, he doesn't have much interaction with other people.

Xiaobei wants him to help write the lyrics.

However, I am always embarrassed to speak.

Finally one day.

After school.

He summoned up his courage and wanted to ask Han Dong for help.

But he didn't wait for him to speak.

Han Dong had already left.

Rich people are always somewhat superior.

The car his father gave him came in handy at this time.

Driving the car, looking for Han Dong in the school compound.

Finally, at the school gate, he found the one, limping around with a guitar on his back.

Han Dong who walked out of the school falteringly.

Beckham thought he was going on a date with other girls.

A strong curiosity immediately rose in his heart.

What kind of girl would a person like Han Dong like?

He drove the car carefully, following behind Han Dong all the way.

But he didn't want Han Dong to go straight to the subway station.

Beckham had no choice but to give up the car.

Silently followed Han Dong to the subway.

The subway has arrived.

Han Dong dragged his crippled body.Go down step by step.

What Beckham didn't expect was that.

Since Han Dong stopped, it was a corridor in the subway station that everyone would pass by.

Gets out his guitar.

Then, start playing and singing.

Beckham couldn't believe his eyes.

Unexpectedly, since Han Dong would come out and sing.

Although those he sang are the most popular songs now.

But few people stop and listen carefully.

Xiaobei hid in a corner.Looking at those people with eyes turned, he threw a dollar or two dollars into the box used to hold guitars in the cold winter.

At that moment, he was in a trance.

Everyone knows that art schools are relatively expensive no matter what the subjects are.

Whether it is art or music, it needs a lot of money to support it.

But what Shang Xiaobei didn't expect was that the same tablemate who was always cool in front of everyone would actually sing here. Does he really need money?
From Beckham’s point of view at the time, there was nothing in this world that could not be solved with money.

Seeing Han Dong talking and singing seriously, he knew that the boy in front of him needed money very much.

This made Beckham very happy.

He took a step and walked over slowly.

He still can't forget the look in Han Dong's eyes when he saw him.

Confused, helpless, but revealing a trace of novelty.

"Why are you here?"

This was the first sentence Han Dong said to him that day in the corridor of the subway.

Little Bei paused: "I came here with you."

Han Dong's eyes became deeper.

"Why are you following me?"

"I... have something to ask for your help." When she said this, Xiao Bei's face turned red.

He never begged anyone.

There is no such word as seeking in his dictionary.

But that day, he didn't know what happened, so he said that sentence casually.

Han Dong smiled: "How can I help you?"

"Isn't this, the school's school style singing competition is about to start?
I wrote a tune, but I haven't found a good word until now.

I want to ask you to help me write a word. "

Han Dong looked at her silently, then smiled slightly.

At this time, there may be another subway stop.

Many people came out of it.

Han Dong said softly to Xiao Bei, "Wait for me."

Then I started again, playing and singing hard by myself.

This made Beckham feel very shameless.

Which boy in their school would be willing to let him wait?

But the boy in front of him was unmoved, still playing and singing seriously.

Xiaobei walked up and grabbed Han Dong's guitar.

"I can pay you. Tell me, how much do you charge to write a song?"

Han Dong first looked at her in surprise, then smiled faintly.

Slowly stretched out a finger.

"One thousand." Xiaobei asked subconsciously.

Han Dong still held up his finger and did not speak.

"Ten Wan, Han Dong, you are too dark.

I can hire a composer for 1 yuan. "

Han Dong still looked at him with a smile: "One yuan. If you think it is expensive, then you can hire someone else."

Xiao Bei was stunned.

What can one dollar do?

But what Han Dong really said was one dollar.

He didn't even think about it.

Immediately took out a dollar and handed it to Han Dong...

Before Han Dong took it, he smiled handsomely: "Send your song to my mailbox, and I will give you the lyrics in class tomorrow morning."

"So fast, you won't fool me, will you?"

Han Dong smiled and said, "You are my deskmate. If I dare to fool you, will I have a good life in the next few years?"

Xiao Bei curled her lips: "If you are honest, then let's go back now."

Han Dong shook his head with a wry smile: "You, go back first, I'll sing for a while, this kind of place is not suitable for you."

Beckham didn't know what he was thinking at the time.

Since the ghost stayed behind.

Just accompany Han Dong like that, singing one stop after another.

As the sun went down, Xiao Bei and Han Dong finally waited for the last subway train.

Maybe it's because it's the last train.

There was no one in the car.

Two people, as if in school

One left and one right sat on the bench tacitly.

I followed Han Dong around for a day.

Xiaobei, I am really tired.

Unknowingly, he leaned on Han Dong's shoulder and fell asleep.

But sleeping like this is not as comfortable as the big bed at home.

No matter how much Xiaobei slept, he couldn't sleep well. While he was half asleep and half awake, the car finally arrived at the stop.

Leaving Han Dong's shoulders.

Xiaobei smiled awkwardly at Han Dong.

The two walked out of the subway following the flow of people leaving the station.

"Student Han Dong, how about I treat you to dinner?"

Han Dong smiled and shook his head.

Beckham thought, this man is really boring.

But I can't say anything.

He could only pouted his lips and silently followed behind Han Dong.

The two of them walked a long way before they returned to school.

Han Dong sent Xiao Bei to the gate of the girls' dormitory.

Then, he left silently.

Xiaobei's head was full of question marks.

I have been following Han Dong all day.

I didn't see him eat anything.

Is he not hungry?

Looking at the sluggish figure in front of him.

He couldn't help but followed quietly.

(End of this chapter)