Chapter 132

Since agreeing to shoot the MV with Ying Chanxi, Li Luo discovered a somewhat troublesome problem.

It wasn't that he minded Ying Chanxi constantly dragging him around school to film videos, but after filming, she still needed to upload those videos to the computer.

Then edit them using the computer.

As a result… Li Luo hadn't been able to properly write for several nights.

"Are we editing again today?"

Watching Ying Chanxi, freshly bathed and dressed in pajamas, open the door and step into his bedroom, Li Luo closed his writing software and sighed.

"Hmm… inconvenient?" Ying Chanxi walked over to the computer and glanced at it. "What are you doing?"

"... Playing games." Li Luo twitched his lips, then obediently moved aside. "Go ahead and edit the video."

After saying that, Li Luo pulled out the hairdryer, made Ying Chanxi sit down, and let her focus on the MV while he turned on the dryer to dry her hair.

Enjoying Li Luo's service, Ying Chanxi closed her eyes in comfort and began operating the editing software, processing the footage according to ideas she'd envisioned.

Since she was just beginning to try video editing, she wasn't yet proficient with the software, so she worked slowly.

At this pace, combined with her habit of re-recording some footage every other day, Li Luo doubted whether the MV for this song could be finished before the year ended.

If this affected his writing efficiency, that would be problematic.

After all, although Yan Zhusheng had said he'd recommend this song to his mother's company, it seemed unlikely to have caught their attention.

So all the effort put into this song was purely for love.

It was certainly less important than the novel he was currently writing: I Am Really Not a Star.

Even though that novel had entered a plateau after reaching an average subscription of around 3,700, last month's October royalties—under his daily output of 6,000 characters—still earned Li Luo a full 20,000 yuan.

When the payment is disbursed on the 12th and hits his bank account, his savings will truly surpass the 100,000-yuan mark.

For a Reborn, that amount of money sounded embarrassing to mention.

But he was still only a first-year high school student; he had no idea how to spend it.

If possible, he'd really like to buy a shop on the street west of Qianjiang University.

Once the subway opens and Longhu Times Tianjie is built, shop prices there change daily.

At that time, surrounding property prices once soared past 25,000 yuan per square meter, let alone the shops, where some sold for 30,000 to 40,000 yuan per square meter.

Better-located shops were even bid up to over 50,000 yuan per square meter.

Even after property prices later dropped, Longhu Tianjie's shop prices remained above 30,000 yuan per square meter thanks to the student economy driven by Qianjiang University.

If he could buy one of those shops before the subway and Longhu Tianjie construction announcements, it would be a guaranteed profit.

Unfortunately, Li Luo currently had only 100,000 yuan on hand.

And even if he had the money, as a minor, he couldn't buy property alone—he'd have to find a way to persuade his parents.

These were all troublesome issues.

Fortunately, the apartment in Bihai Lanting had already been secured, so Li Luo temporarily stopped worrying about it.

One must learn to be content.

"What are you thinking about?!"

Ying Chanxi's damp foot kicked Li Luo's instep, and she scolded him, "You're burning me with the hairdryer!"

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I zoned out." Li Luo moved the hairdryer away and realized Ying Chanxi's hair was already dry.

"You're not trying to get back at me for taking your computer, are you?" Ying Chanxi narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Is gaming really that addictive?"

"Not at all." Li Luo shook his head vigorously. "I was mesmerized by your superb editing skills—I watched you make the MV the whole time and got completely absorbed."

"Always talking nonsense." Ying Chanxi rolled her eyes, but the pale, delicate foot tucked under the desk betrayed a hint of her true feelings.

Lingering in Li Luo's bedroom until ten at night, Ying Chanxi reluctantly shut off the computer and said to Li Luo, who was lying in bed scrolling on his phone: "I'm going back to my room. You should sleep early too."

"Mm, got it."

Ying Chanxi stepped out of Li Luo's room, then poked her head back through the doorway: "Good night."

"Good night."

Satisfied, Ying Chanxi closed Li Luo's bedroom door and returned to her own room.

Lying in bed, hugging the Pikachu on her nightstand, she followed her recent nightly routine and gently tapped Pikachu's head a few times.

Then she patted it a few more times for comfort, placed Pikachu back on the nightstand, turned over, hugged the panda plushie, and drifted sweetly into sleep.

…

On Saturday morning, during the last free study period, Li Luo gathered his entire class and had Zhu Yufei lead them in practicing the formation for the sports meet opening ceremony.

"Class Eight, Class Eight, unstoppable, full of spirit, kings of the field!"

Fortunately, the effects of military training hadn't fully faded—the formation moved with decent discipline.

Although the chant sounded awkward to Li Luo, after checking other classes' submitted chants and slogans the day before, he realized they were all equally bad, so he didn't mind much.

Besides, during the opening ceremony, he'd be leaving the formation early as a member of the rock club, so he wouldn't have to shout it anyway.

After training ended and everyone returned to the classroom, the dismissal bell rang.

Yan Zhusheng packed her bag and fixed Li Luo with an intense gaze.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Li Luo felt uneasy, slung his bag over his shoulder, and asked, "Hey, Boss, is Xie Shuchen attending the math club's training this afternoon? So we'll regroup tomorrow afternoon—nothing else today, right?"

Yan Zhusheng nodded, then said: "But I already told the cook not to come to my house to cook today."

"... You've really gotten addicted to free meals." Li Luo twitched his lips. "You've already paid for the cook—this is a waste."

"It's fine," Yan Zhusheng shook her head. "She's paid per meal, and she has other customers anyway." After explaining, she continued staring at him with that innocent look.

Like a stray puppy sitting quietly beside him, eyes fixed on his hot dog—clearly wanting it, yet just sitting there, sweet and obedient.

Only when he willingly offered the hot dog would it happily open its mouth to eat.

"Alright, alright, come eat lunch at my place." Li Luo slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the classroom, waving for Yan Zhusheng to follow.

"Aren't we waiting for Chanxi?" Yan Zhusheng ran up beside him and tilted her head to remind him.

"She has to go to math competition training this afternoon and won't be back until evening."

"What about the senior sister?"

"The senior sister is busy with sports meet matters and will also stay at school this afternoon."

"Oh, I see."