Chapter 1078: Chapter 1067: Glorious Years
“That’s right, let’s sing, I’ll go pick a song first.”
Liu Qing saw the look Luo Hui gave her and instantly understood his intention, nodding repeatedly. She didn’t forget to smile at Zhao Xue’er beside her, saying, “Our classmate Xue’er was the music class representative at school; wouldn’t everyone want to hear her sing?”
“We should have started singing long ago, drinking is no fun. Business deals are usually discussed at the bar, and now just looking at a bottle gives the shivers.”
“It’s rare for classmates to get together; we should sing a few songs to bond our friendship. Liu Qing, should I duet with you on a love song?”
Seeing Luo Hui and Liu Qing suggest singing, the classmates eagerly chid in, and one even approached Liu Qing with a smile, saying, “Back then, you were the goddess I secretly loved; could you fulfill my humble wish today?”
“You wish.”
Liu Qing rolled her eyes at the ordinary guy talking to her, gave a charming smile, and touched the hair beside her head, saying, “I’m a married woman now. A love song duet can’t be sung casually; singles should be the ones singing.”
Her eyes scanned the room, and Liu Qing’s gaze fell on Wang Chao and Zhao Xue’er, saying aningfully, “For example, right now, we have two single n and won here, and they’re both talented and handso—how could they not sing a love duet for us viewers?”
“Yes, yes, Liu Qing’s suggestion is great. A love song duet, Wang Chao and Zhao Xue’er, co on!”
Luo Hui laughed heartily and echoed his approval.
Wang Chao heard the crowd’s urging, and a smile appeared on his face as he looked at Zhao Xue’er.
“I can’t sing. Whoever wants to sing with Wang Chao can join him; I’ll just listen and applaud.”
Zhao Xue’er pursed her lips and softly refused the group’s suggestion.
Though she’s not very assertive, in crucial matters like these, she can make an accurate judgnt.
Not giving anyone she doesn’t like any unrealistic fantasies—that’s Zhao Xue’s stance towards Wang Chao.
“If she won’t sing, I will. Acting all high and mighty, people might think we’re sitting next to a pop diva disdaining us.”
As Zhao Xue’er finished speaking, Cao Qianqian, who already disliked her, imdiately stood up, giggling, picked up the microphone from the table, and looked at Wang Chao, softly saying, “Brother Chao, shall we sing one?”
As she spoke, Cao Qianqian deliberately stuck out her crimson tongue, licking the corner of her lips as if savoring sothing.
Seeing this, Wang Chao raised an eyebrow, instantly recalling the amorous monts in the Maserati with Cao Qianqian.
An intense fla suddenly arose in his abdon, and Wang Chao’s breath beca slightly heavier, his gaze toward Cao Qianqian full of heat.
But when his eyes caught Zhao Xue’er’s bowed, furrowed expression, it was like a bucket of cold water extinguishing the desire within Wang Chao.
The target today is Zhao Xue’er; Cao Qianqian, that flirt, can be dealt with anyti!
Wang Chao pondered for a mont, his gaze gradually becoming calm as he looked towards Zhao Xue’er, thinking, “I refuse to believe that with the resources of the Wang Family, I can’t get to you, little woman.”
Imagining Zhao Xue’er forcibly pressed beneath him, ripping away her clothes to turn her icy face into countless heated flas, Ning Fan felt the suppressed desire starting to stir.
“No need, I’ll sing one by myself first.”
Wang Chao smiled faintly at Cao Qianqian, declining her offer.
“Brother Chao, what song?”
Luo Hui asked, grinning as he flicked his fingers on the song selection screen.
“Hmm… let’s go with ‘Glorious Days’.”
Wang Chao hesitated for a mont, then murmured his choice.
“OK, everyone, let’s enjoy Brother Chao’s rendition of ‘Glorious Days’. Music!”
Luo Hui snapped his fingers and pressed the play button for the ‘Glorious Days’ accompanint.
Before offering the microphone to Wang Chao, he saw Wang Chao raise his hand, saying, “Wait a minute.”
“What’s up?”
Luo Hui paused the music and looked at Wang Chao in confusion.
Wang Chao smiled slightly, without speaking, pressed the service button and called the waiter over, saying with a smile, “Do you have a guitar at Junyu KTV?”
“Guitar? We do. What kind would you like, sir?”
The waiter asked courteously.
High-end KTVs often have periodic performances, with guitars, basses, and other instrunts readily available.
Sotis custors in private rooms want to showcase their talents and request to borrow instrunts.
If they are ordinary custors, servers would tactfully decline, but Wang Chao booked the supre 888 room and spent millions on beverages today.
Not to ntion a guitar, they’d find a way to bring over a Steinway piano if he asked for it.
“Martin-Taylor, Lowden, do you have those?”
Wang Chao asked with a smile, “I usually practice with those.”
“Uh… that level is too high end; we don’t currently have the conditions to provide it.”
Upon hearing Martin-Taylor, the waiter stuck out his tongue, his face a bit red.
“Oh, then do you have any acoustic guitar with good sound quality?”
Wang Chao slightly furrowed his brows and continued asking.
After the waiter listed several brands, Wang Chao expressed dissatisfaction with each one, ultimately choosing a limited-edition Karma reluctantly.
With the guitar in hand, Wang Chao skillfully plucked the strings for tuning, and pleasant notes instantly echoed in the room.
“Nice, so nice, just a few notes and my ears feel conquered. Brother Chao, when will you join The Voice of China?”
The guy who initially spoke to Liu Qing said with a face full of intoxication.
Wang Chao, sowhat helplessly, rubbed his fingers and said, “I haven’t even started playing yet.”
Luo Hui snorted in laughter at the man’s embarrassed expression, secretly amused at his failed attempt at flattery.
“Brother Chao, I’m playing the music now.”
“Mm.”
As the classic music of ‘Glorious Days’ began to play, everyone’s attention turned to Wang Chao, holding the guitar.
No doubt about the supre 888 room at Junyu KTV; the sound system was exceptional, enveloping everyone and instantly giving them a concert-like experience.
Wang Chao didn’t let everyone down, expertly plucking the strings, lowering his voice, and began to sing, “The bell rings the signal to return ho, as if bringing a hint of wistfulness in his life.”
“Years turn possession into loss, weary eyes hold expectation.”
“Today, only the remnants of a body greet the glorious days, embracing freedom amidst storms and rain!”
With a storm-like guitar solo, Wang Chao slapped the sound box, and the music stopped abruptly!
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