In the busy life, time passes quickly, and it is already mid-June inadvertently.

On that day, Ding Chi first handled the matter at the student union in the morning, and went to three stores in Xihe District, the company in the afternoon, and went back to the rental house to review his homework in the evening.

It's past eight o'clock in the evening and arrives uninvited on Monday.

Please take a seat on the sofa on Monday. Ding Chi handed over the drink and said with a smile: "It's less than five minutes to call, you're too fast."

Monday smiled playfully: "I knew you were not home at night, so you came here directly, and you would call me soon."

Sitting back on the chair, Ding Chi asked casually: "When did you come back? Are you not busy with internship?"

"The internship has ended, it's more convenient to find you." Speaking of this, he smiled mysteriously on Monday, "Guess who did I meet?"

Ding Chi smiled and shook his head: "How can I guess you are so stupid?"

"It's the lyricist of that song. I saw it at a concert at the end of last month. It's just that it's too far away and there's no chance to get close. Otherwise, I might as well ask him to sign it." As he said Monday, he got up and walked closer, and added, "It's not a campus folk song."

Ding Chi hesitated for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Oh... It's great, I'm fine this time, right?"

"Is it lifted? There is still a songwriter." Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows with a smile, looking like a wolf grandmother.

"Why don't I, you, believe me?"

"Unless the songwriter himself stands in front of me, of course, maybe what is in front of me now."

"You're not..." Ding Chi slapped his forehead, "I'm too stupid, come on, look at this."

"What?" Zhou Qi walked with Ding Chi, and suddenly asked again, "This TV is too small, can you see the songwriter? Which station broadcasts it, why is the time so coincidental?"

Ding Chi lifted off the cloth cover and raised his hand to signal: "Look at it carefully, is it a TV?"

Monday looked incredible: "Electric...Electronics? You, you are too high-end. Does this have anything to do with the songwriter?"

"You will know in a while." Ding Chi said, turning on the computer power supply, waiting for the boot screen to appear, and dial the number three times before connecting to the network.

"Look." Ding Chi entered the songwriter's name on the keyboard, and the computer screen slowly changed.

"Ah?" Monday leaned over and looked at the portraits and texts on the screen, "He is the songwriter? Really? Didn't you do it on this on purpose?"

"How could it be?" Ding Chi smiled and re-entered it, searching, "Look at this again."

"Ludwig Van Beethoven, born..." Zhou Yin's eyes were straightened as he read the text that had just popped up.

Ding Chi continuously tapped the keyboard with his fingers: "Look at this again."

"Ruciano Pavarotti, born in Italy, is one of the three world-famous tenors." As he read on Monday, he said, "Is there any in China? That... that..."

Ding Chi said affirmatively: "Yes, everyone you want to find, as long as you are famous, otherwise, you can list the names of the people you want to check and I'll check them one by one."

"Okay." He answered Monday, sat down on the chair next to him, and listed a long list of names.

After taking the note, Ding Chi smiled: "So many."

"It costs a few, just half of it. Don't get tired of this computer." Monday looked very embarrassed.

"How could you be exhausted? No." Ding Chi started to check while laughing.

Zhou Yi hummed shyly, sat directly next to Ding Chi, and carefully browsed the photos and texts: "It's so amazing, there's everything. This is the English website? I've only heard of it, but I haven't seen it."

"Where is this? This thing is even more powerful in the future. Not only can you check information, but you can also buy clothes and pants..." He said intimately, "I'm leaving my mouth again." Ding Chi hurriedly said to himself, "I seem to have seen it above, and I forgot where I said it."

"Wait, slow down, I'll write it down." Monday obviously didn't pay attention to the loopholes in Ding Chi's speech. Her mind was all about those familiar and admirable pictures and names.

Ding Chi was stunned for a moment and immediately said, "No need to remember, I'll do it for you."

Connecting the machine, selecting, printing, and soon, sheets of paper with toner smell pop out.

"Wow, wow..." He kept picking up the paper and exclaiming on Monday, "I have only seen it printed like that, but I didn't expect it to be able to check it like this and hit it like this. It's amazing."

"Can my suspicion be relieved this time?" Ding Chi raised the topic at the right time.

"Yeah, um." Zhou Yi nodded his head, but suddenly stared at the other party with his eyes tightly, clearly trying to see through everything, "Did you get rid of it? I don't see you now, but why are the lyrics and music the same? What's the relationship between you? Will you be the hero behind the scenes, and they will take your place..."

"Is it over?" Ding Chi waved his hand and interrupted, "You can think of it. With your brains, you are more suitable for online writing."

"Web...writing? What is this?" Zhou Yi's mouth was half open, his face full of shock.

Look at my mouth. Ding Chi wanted to slap himself, but he still had to explain: "I read a foreign magazine a few days ago. Someone specialized in writing on the Internet. I heard..."

"Teacher Liu, you really have temperament. You look like a musician." Monday's attention was back on paper.

This is also very good. Ding Chi smiled "hehe" and shut up decisively.

In this way, Ding Chi was ordered to inquire and gave a funny explanation.

It was not until the paper that was made hot that Monday said apologetically: "Sorry, aren't the machine really tired?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Ding Chi responded, raising his hand to look at his watch, "It's almost twelve o'clock, and it's not safe for you to go back alone."

"Stay late, stay." As he spoke on Monday, his eyes were still on the paper.

"Stay here? This is too..." Ding Chi opened his mouth wide in shock.

"What, you asked me to stay? You... why are you like this..." Zhou Monday reacted, but obviously the channel of the reaction was wrong.

Ding Chi hurriedly explained: "I didn't say it, you said it yourself."

"Did I say that?" After the question, he immediately said on Monday, "You said why James King failed to be the top three in the world, his singing..."

This is simply possessed, Ding Chi really can't understand it.

"Why are you looking at me like this? I can't stay there." Zhou Yi suddenly said again.

"I didn't say I wanted you to stay. I think you were so fascinated by it, I was simply a voice-loving person."

"Happy." After correcting on Monday, he walked out, "I'll go back first."

"I'll give you it." Ding Chi immediately followed him out.

When I took a taxi to the destination, seeing Zhou Monday's ignorant appearance, Ding Chi was really worried. He only took a taxi back to his residence alone until he handed her over to his roommate.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning when I returned to my residence. I couldn't sleep in bed for a while. Thinking of Monday's appearance, Ding Chi couldn't help but feel funny: "Leni, I'm so obsessed."

While sighing, he also understood her "reluctant pursuit" all the time - it was due to her absolute obsession with music.
Chapter completed!