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It turned out that he saw her purpose...

Ling Momo opened her mouth, a little embarrassed that she couldn't say anything.

She felt that she was like the emperor's new outfit, and she thought she was hiding it very well, but she saw it all through him.

She stared at his face and observed carefully for a while, unable to tell what he was saying to her with the emotions. She buckled her clothes with her fingers and did not dare to speak.

Li Qingshen waited for a while and raised his eyelids lightly: "Do you say it or not?"

He stood up as if he had no patience and said, "Let's forget it."

Looking at him walking upstairs, Ling Momo bit his teeth secretly and said in one go: "Well, can your new song be -"

Li Qingshen's voice was very calm: "No."

Refuse without mercy.

She didn't even finish her words.

Ling Momo didn't give up: "Teacher, as long as you ask me to sing this song, I promise I will listen to you in everything in the future."

Li Qingshen glanced at her sideways. This time he was too lazy to say anything he refused and walked upstairs.

Ling Momo was in a hurry and was about to catch up, but Li Qingshen suddenly stood up. He turned his head and said a long passage for the first time: "You are not suitable for singing now, and your mentality is not stable enough. Only when you treat it as life and love can you sing that kind of soul. You now treat music as a weapon. Now you can't sing the feeling I want, so give up."

Ling Momo was stunned.

It was not until the man's body gradually disappeared at the corner of the stairs that she returned to her senses and sat back on the sofa in disappointment.

Li Qingshen's words just now were like a magical sensation, echoing in her ears over and over again.

She admitted that he was right. She was not the Ling Momo before. She was devoted to singing. Now she was filled with hatred and resentment.

This mentality is indeed not good at singing, and there is no intention to sing good songs.

So, would she really want to give up this opportunity as he said?

While Ling Momo was stunned, today's entertainment began to be played on the TV half a wall in front of him.

"As summer approaches, SE's new rising star Jian Chenxi and new planner Lu Niange are working hard to create the latest album "Chasing Memories".

"Remembering the years like water, I will take you to relive the beauty in my memories."

Then the TV screen repeatedly played various interview videos and promotional short videos of Lu Niange and Jian Chenxi standing together.

A reporter took the microphone and asked: "Hello, Mr. Lu, I heard that you and Miss Jian are lovers?"

Jian Chenxi smiled shyly, turned her head and looked at Lu Niange.

Lu Niange stretched out his hand warmly, wrapped around Jian Chenxi's shoulders, and nodded slightly: "Well, I think this is no longer a secret."

"At that time, Miss Jian's song "Like the Flowing Years" was popular all over the country. Now everyone still misses it. The tune is lingering, as if it tells people a warm and beautiful love. I wonder if this album "Chasing Memories" will still inherit a style? Or, will it be a memory of the beautiful and sweetness between you two?"

This time the answer was Jian Chenxi. She held the microphone, her smile was just right, and her tone was sexy and gentle: "Niange and I have always been classmates in the same school. He is my senior. We met a long time ago, so the new album records the beauty we used to be, and it is also the beauty that everyone has never come back."

The reporter expressed his sincere blessing: "Then congratulate Miss Jian on her new album's big sale."

Next is a long list of interviews by other journalists.

At the end, a reporter joked: "It is rumored that Mr. Lu and Miss Jian are in love with each other. I wonder if you can be here. Mr. Lu kisses Miss Jian?"

Jian Chenxi glanced at Lu Niange, her face turned red and she looked extremely shy.

Lu Niange hesitated slightly, but for a moment, he turned his head and slowly stretched out his hand, dragging Jian Chenxi's neck.

Ling Momo looked at such a scene on TV with a stiff face.

Just as Lu Niange's lips were about to cover Jian Chenxi's lips, the TV was suddenly turned off.

Li Qingshen, who was originally going upstairs, stood beside her at some point.

His face was gloomy, and he looked at her with a hint of resentment: "I'm here to be paralyzed? After dinner, I'll go upstairs to copy Mozart's serenade."

Ling Momo, who had not yet walked out of the scene on TV, had a blank look and was stunned for a while before she came back to her senses. She looked at the man's appearance and didn't know where she had provoked this god. She opened her mouth and said, "I've copied it yesterday."

Li Qingshen: "Then copy it a hundred times!"

Ling Momo stood there without moving.

Li Qingshen frowned, and then spoke again as if he had an order: "What are you doing here?"

Five minutes ago, even though Ling Momo was reluctant, he would slowly go upstairs and copy according to his instructions.

But at this moment, her mentality was a little broken.

Just now, Jian Chenxi, who was incredible in TV, promoted her new album, and Lu Niange accompanied her with a doting look on her face to show her love.

They accepted everyone's blessings, and everyone said that they were handsome men and women, and no matter how they looked, they were all made of heaven.

But who knew that their happiness was at the cost of ruining her?

Why can they be so unscrupulous and glamorous, but she has fallen to this point and survive from the bottom of the world by pleasing others bit by bit.

First it was Enson, now it was Li Qingshen…

Unwillingness, resentment, dissatisfaction, anger, and endlessly intertwined in the heart.

Li Qingshen looked at Ling Momo standing there without moving, his face became increasingly ugly, as if he scolded the child: "Why don't you go quickly!"

Ling Momo clenched his hands, perhaps because he was stimulated by his disrespectful tone. Her already annoyed mood was suddenly blown up: "I won't go, what's the use of copying those things? Enson asked me to learn from you, not to be a primary school student with you."

Li Qingshen looked at the black-haired and white-skinned girl in front of him with a heavy expression. After a while, he seemed to have exhausted his patience, pointed out the door, and slowly and calmly uttered a few words: "If you don't want to learn, just get out!"

Ling Momo looked directly at Li Qingshen for a few seconds, got up and said nothing, and left with his bag.

Looking at her back, Li Qingshen stood there for a moment, turned around and returned to the upper floor.
Chapter completed!