Dad, Please Try a Little Harder

  Chapter 89 Ding Linlang: Uncle seems to be filming TV!

   "Ding, dong dong-ding, dong dong-ding, dong dong... thump, thump, thump..."

  In the gym, this electronic pure music "fade", which became a phenomenon a few years ago, is being played.

   Qian Quan heard this music for the first time when Wang Huai and Ding Linlang were shopping together, passing by a barber shop.

  When I first heard it, it felt relatively fresh, and the rhythm of the music was very pleasant to my ears. He stood at the door and used WeChat to shake out the title of the song.

   At that time, the song was already very popular, with more than 100,000 comments on the music software. Among the rave reviews, there were also "My Friend's Story" carefully compiled by netizens, as well as some critical voices.

  Based on Qian Quan’s accumulation of music knowledge, he actually didn’t understand what everyone was arguing about. Anyway, some people think it’s a divine comedy, while others think it’s indifferent and low. He pointed out that professional musicians disdain this music.

  Qian Quan did not participate in these discussions, mainly because he felt that everyone was very professional and could not get in the way, so he just silently added to the playlist.

   So far, I should have listened to this music hundreds of times. I did get tired of hearing it for a while, but after a few months and half a year, I went back to listen to it, and I still feel good, with beautiful rhythm and gradual tension.

  If it only represents my personal opinion, let alone whether it is a divine comedy, it must be worthy of the evaluation of "excellent work".

  Qian Quan was standing on the treadmill at this time, listening to music, and following the friendly reminder from the fitness coach, set a "Kipchoge pace" for his treadmill——

  This is the first time he has heard of this term, but as the name suggests, it must be a proper noun named after a well-known long-distance runner.

   Specifically, run at an average speed of 2 minutes and 52 seconds per kilometer to see how long you can last.

  According to the coach, the marathon world record for this pace is 2 hours, 1 minute and 9 seconds.

  Qian Quan will definitely not run for that long. After running for half an hour, he can already appreciate the difficulty.

  Qian Quan slowed down the speed and was about to stop bit by bit, when Ding Linlang called.

   "Hello, what's the matter?" Qian Quan connected.

   "Seeing that you haven't replied to WeChat, call and ask... What are you doing, why is your tone so weird?"

   "Oh, I, I'm running, hoo..." Qian Quan adjusted his breath.

   "Where are you running?" Ding Linlang asked.

  At this moment, Zhao Baiyu, who had changed his clothes again, came in from the door, looked at Qian Quan walking slowly on the treadmill, and said with a smile, "You are so slow, why don't you speed up?"

   "Who is talking to you? Qian Quan, where are you and what are you doing?" Ding Linlang asked repeatedly.

  Qian Quan first signaled to Zhao Baiyu that he was talking on the phone, and the latter hurriedly raised his hand to apologize, and walked away silently.

  Qian Quan then explained to Ding Linlang: "I'm in the gym near Vientiane Plaza. Don't I have basketball class tonight? Come over to exercise after class."

   "Who was that talking to you just now?"

   "As for Zhao Baiyu, isn't her family running the basketball gym and gym? She just happened to come over tonight."

   "Oh, then go ahead." Ding Linlang hung up the phone.

  Qian Quan smiled and said to himself: "What's so busy?"

   As he spoke, he pressed to stop the treadmill, ready to go back.

   "Hey handsome guy, can I add your WeChat?"

  A young woman in tights walks up with a cell phone.

   "No more, I don't come often." Qian Quan declined.

   "It's okay, just add it as you like."

  Qian Quan smiled and shook his head: "I'm sorry."

"Hey, why bother? Just add a WeChat? I won't do anything to you, as if I'm begging you, it's not necessary, I just saw that everyone happened to be in the same gym, just a coincidence, you thought I was flirting with you ?

   "I have a boyfriend, okay? And the gym wants to add a lot of me on WeChat, who do you think you are, it's funny."

  Qian Quan stopped talking and was about to withdraw.

   "It's really interesting, so noble, don't come to the gym, what are you pretending to do." The lady left angrily, and muttered, "Damn it!"

  Qian Quan ignored the lady's thoughts and waved to Zhao Baiyu: "Let's go."

  The lady thought that Qian Quan was talking to her, and turned around: "What?"

   As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a fair-skinned, beautiful, and sassy girl walking towards Qian Quan in response.

  The lady in tights grinned, and said to herself, "I mean, I brought my girlfriend here."

   "What did that girl ask you for?"

  Out of the gym, Zhao Baiyu asked Qian Quan.

   "Add WeChat."

   "You gave?"

   "No, I'm not familiar with it, and I don't think there will be intersections in the future. Why do you add it?"

"Um."

   "By the way," Qian Quan suddenly thought of something, "After a while, China and Japan may hold a large-scale martial arts competition. If you are interested, you can pay attention."

   "Ah, where did you get the news?" Zhao Baiyu was curious.

   "A friend who practices Tai Chi said it, have you heard it?"

   "Well, I saw it in a group, thought it was fake, and didn't care." Zhao Baiyu said, "Will you participate?"

"meeting."

   "Then I will sign up then."

"Um."

   The two said goodbye.

  Qian Quan took the elevator downstairs, checked WeChat by the way, and found that Ding Linlang had left him a few messages, asking him to meet tomorrow, saying that he had important information to share.

  Qian Quan hurriedly replied: "Tomorrow is fine, I will go to Fudan to find you."

   After a while, Ding Linlang replied: "Let's talk."

   "What's the matter, are you busy tomorrow?" Qian Quan asked.

   "I want code words, and my classmate asked me to go shopping."

   "Well, what about Tuesday?"

   "I'm not free on Tuesday either."

   "Then next weekend, but what kind of information can you reveal?"

   "I'm not free next weekend either!"

   "Are you so busy, the new book hits the list? Then I can go to you, there is always time for a meal, right?"

  Ding Linlang didn't reply.

   Until Qian Quan returned to school, Ding Linlang did not reply.

  Qian Quan had no choice but to turn on the video, and it rang for a long time before he got connected.

   "What are you doing?" Ding Linlang's tone was not friendly, and the camera did not look at him.

   "Why can't I see you? It's dark." Qian Quan said.

   "I have something to say, I'm busy."

   "I said that I will go to see you tomorrow and have a meal together at noon."

   "Didn't you say you need codewords?"

   "Then you take your computer, let's go to Haidong Library, you type, I'll read next to you."

  Ding Linlang was silent for a few seconds, and said in a seemingly reluctant tone, "What time are you coming?"

   "I'll go there in the morning, and I can bring you breakfast."

   "No, I'll go out early, go have breakfast together, and then go to the library."

   "Sure, but, aren't you going shopping with your classmates?"

   "Qian Quan, I realized that you weren't listening to me at all. I said I needed code words. What street are you shopping?"

   "Well, turn the camera around and let me take a look."

   "No, what's there to see?"

   "Hurry up." Qian Quan urged.

  The camera shook a few times, and finally turned around, and Ding Linlang's handsome...but with a slightly unhappy face appeared on the screen?

   "Why this emoji?"

   "Have you finished watching?"

   "I lost weight..." Qian Quan said with concern.

   "Get out!" Ding Linlang turned off the video.

   the next day.

  Qian Quan came to Fudan early, and as soon as he saw Ding Linlang, he asked, "What information is it? I have been curious all night."

   "You don't know?" Ding Linlang asked back.

  Qian Quan shook his head.

   "My mother said, Uncle is going to make a TV show."

"ha?"

  (end of this chapter)