[Li Luo]: Okay, if you don’t talk about this, you should talk more about tomorrow.

[Li Luo]: Also, go to bed early and don’t be listless tomorrow.

Close the chat box of the QQ group, Li Luo stretched and continued to type in front of the computer.

Because I will go on a class-divided tour tomorrow, my study plan will be cancelled tonight.

Li Luo happened to write a lot of words.

As a result, not long after touching the keyboard, Yan Zhusheng pushed the door from outside and sat down on the bed and looked at him.

"What are you doing?"

"You were so mean to me just now."

"Who made you talk nonsense?"

"I didn't say anything." Yan Zhusheng said, "It's all the truth."

"Don't say it in the group either."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng raised one foot and put it on Li Luo's thigh and moved, "Then have you saved the manuscript and written it to me on the singer stage? I want to read it."

"It's almost done, I'll write it when I come back from the class tour." Li Luo glanced at the manuscript and his outline progress, "Also, I have to correct your concept again. The Mo Qinghan in the book is not you, so don't imitate it too much."

Yan Zhusheng ignored him at all and just continued to ask, "Then you have already saved a lot of manuscripts until my mother comes on stage next month, right?"

"If my mother failed to pass the club competition, she would be eliminated."

"What should I do if you save the manuscripts later?"

"What does this matter?" Li Luo laughed and said, "Novels are novels, reality is reality. It is just that occasionally there may be very similar situations, but they do not have to be completely one by one."

"If Aunt Yuan really fails to play the club, it doesn't prevent me from letting Mo Qinghan make rapid progress in the novel."

"At that time, even if Aunt Yuan fails, she can still continue to participate in the competition in my book. Who said she had to participate in the singer to appear on stage?"

But Li Luo said that.

Since Ying Zhicheng has seized the opportunity to allow Yuan Wanqing to compete fairly and not be maliciously manipulated by the shady curtain, it is worth a try.

If you really want to get a super high-trade show like "I Am a Singer", not only Yuan Wanqing's personal career can reach a higher level.

Li Luo's "I Really Not a Star" can also receive huge exposure again, and the benefits it can bring will be extremely considerable.

"Oh by the way." Speaking of the cooperation with Yuan Wanqing, Li Luo suddenly thought of something, "I have to go to Changning to participate in a writer's salon event in August, and I will tell you in advance."

"When?" Yan Zhusheng asked with his head tilted.

"It's about August 14th to the 16th, and it's also a weekend."

"Can I go?"

"That won't work, you'd better stay here." Li Luo shook his head, "This time he made an appointment with Xixi and his family, and the two families went to Changning for a trip."

"Oh." When Yan Zhusheng heard this, he immediately rolled his eyes, not knowing what was thinking in his mind.

Li Luo added: "I was wondering whether this time I could invite Aunt Yuan, Qidian, and my books to do a tripartite cooperation promotion like last New Year's Day."

"There is a problem with the copyright of the program on "I Am a Singer", so it is probably not easy for Qidian to do it."

"But if you just do a linkage between Yuan Wanqing's new album, there should be no problem, right?"

Yan Zhusheng nodded thoughtfully: "I have to ask my mother this."

"Let's ask when you come back from the class tour. This is not very urgent."

Yan Zhusheng nodded obediently, but he had already thoughts in his heart, and he immediately became happy again, and he also put his other foot on Li Luo's leg.

"Li Luo, you..."

At this time, Ying Chanxi's voice came from outside and pushed open the door the next second.

Yan Zhusheng took back his feet quickly, but he didn't have time to leave Li Luo's bed and was caught by Ying Chanxi.

"Is Zhusheng here too?" Ying Chanxi smiled.

"Is there anything wrong?" Li Luo pretended to be typing seriously. After saying this, he stopped typing on the keyboard, and then turned around and asked.

"I'll remind you to prepare your luggage for tomorrow's trip." Ying Chanxi walked to the bedside and stood between Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng. "That's the same with Zhusheng, go pack your luggage quickly, so as not to get up tomorrow morning and then prepare in a hurry."

"Oh." Seeing Ying Chanxi enter the room, Yan Zhusheng stopped staying there. He nodded, obediently followed Ying Chanxi's instructions and left the master bedroom to prepare his luggage for the squad parade.

Ying Chanxi glanced around the master bedroom, took out Li Luo's suitcase from the corner of the wall, spread it out on the ground, and took out a few pieces of clothes and pants from the wardrobe to help him pack his luggage.

"Uh... I can do it myself." Li Luo felt embarrassed when he saw this scene.

But Ying Chanxi pushed Li Luo back to the chair, who had just gotten up: "Just write well, I will pack it for you."

As she said that, she squatted on the ground again, carefully helped Li Luo put all kinds of clothes, and brought some essential items with her.

Ying Chanxi didn't even think of something that Li Luo had, and prepared it all for him, just like a virtuous wife who was helping her husband who was about to travel a long business trip to pack his luggage.

Seeing her serious face squatting on the ground, Li Luo looked a little dazed.

Even if he retracted his gaze and turned his attention to the computer screen again, he would still be a little distracted.

Ying Chanxi, who helped him pack his luggage, suddenly turned a little red when he took out Li Luo's three or two underwear from the closet.

When she saw Pikachu and Doraemon printed on it, she was both shy and a little funny.

When I thought of Li Luo wearing one of them at this time, I felt even more embarrassed when I thought of myself.

However, it is different from the underwear worn by girls. Ying Chanxi's own underwear is very flat. Whether it is Pikachu or Doraemon, they all look healthier.

As for Li Luo, it’s a bit distorted.

Ying Chanxi blushed and put his underwear on him, then asked in a low voice: "Is there anything to wash up at the farmhouse?"

"There is a disposable one, so you don't need to bring toothbrush and toothpaste." Li Luo replied.

"Then bring your facial cleanser with you." Ying Chanxi said this and walked into the bathroom, but soon came out empty-handed again and said to Li Luo, "It's better to put it tomorrow morning. You should wash it with facial cleanser first when you wake up tomorrow morning, and I'll help you put it in your trunk."

"When I get to the farmhouse, I remember to wash my face every day when I wake up."

"Don't be lazy, do you hear it?"

"I know." Li Luo nodded and joked with a smile, "You are almost a housekeeper."

"Hmph." Ying Chanxi hit him on the shoulder, "Don't joke with me, I'm not in this mood now, and I'm still angry now."

"Is that?" Li Luo laughed, "Didn't you agree to accompany you to Changning next month?"

"You're just by the way." Ying Chanxi raised his lips happily and expectantly, but he still said, "And you have to participate in that salon event in the past, so you must not have much time to play with me."

"Where is the important thing about playing with you in the salon?" Li Luo said with a wave of his hand, "At that time, you will be the center, and you can play whatever you want."

"Then you don't have to do this..." Ying Chanxi was afraid of delaying his serious matter when he heard him say this, so he felt embarrassed. "Your salon event is quite important. Come and accompany me after participating well."

After all, I heard from Li Luo that this time the Writer Salon has something to do with which website selects the master writers.

Ying Chanxi doesn’t know much about anything else, but he also knows the meaning of the 55% share of the manuscript fee to 30% share of the manuscript fee.

According to Li Luo's current royalties, such a change alone may involve a profit of millions a year.

In such matters, Ying Chanxi is still clear about priorities and is determined not to destroy Li Luo's serious business because of his little willfulness.

"Then have you asked your dad?" Li Luo asked, "Will Changning go with you then?"

"Yeah." Speaking of this, Ying Chanxi nodded happily and said, "Dad said there was a project on the 15th of next month. It was originally sent to Changning to discuss. Since we were going to travel there, he planned to take over the project. Then he went there and could just go with us."

"Okay." Li Luo nodded and couldn't help but touch her head, "Then you guys will go together then."

The two chatted for a while. After Ying Chanxi confirmed that Li Luo's luggage was not leaked, he left the room without disturbing him to continue typing, but just told him to go to bed early tonight.

However, Li Luo still habitually scribed until late at night.

It was about 11 o'clock in the evening that he stretched in front of the computer and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

As a result, as soon as he lay on the bed, the bedroom door was quietly pushed open.

Xu Youyu poked his head in, glanced at Li Luo on the bed quietly, and smiled at him.

"Why are you here?" Li Luo rubbed his head helplessly and sat up from the bed, "Are you still not sleeping?"

"Just finished typing." Xu Youyu walked in, walked to the bed with his hands behind his back, and leaned over and said, "My sister is very sad when she thinks that someone will leave me tomorrow."

"You can go if you want to go, you won't attend class."

"I won't go, I don't know the people in your class." Xu Youyu smiled, "So, you have to make some compensation."

"You might as well say what you want to do." Li Luo sighed, "I still have to go to bed early and get up early tomorrow."

"There's nothing else." Xu Youyu smiled and took out two wine glasses from behind, touched them in front of Li Luo, making a crisp sound, "Before sleeping, let's have a drink with me? Drinking can help you sleep."

“…Who did you hear nonsense that drinking can help you sleep?”

"I said it." Xu Youyu patted his chest and said proudly.

Looking at the waves under the thin pajamas, Li Luo was silent for a few seconds.

"Just one cup?"

"Just one cup."
Chapter completed!