Chapter 17 Ouyang Ling's Curiosity

Faced with Li Dan's actions, Ouyang Ling's nose moved. It was this smell. Now the whole hall was filled with these two smells.

"For me?"

Her throat moved.

She liked to eat snacks, but she had never seen anything like this before, and it smelled so good.

Li Dan nodded: "Yes, it's for you. We both reported in today. As newcomers, we should support each other. Maybe I will ask you for advice."

Ouyang Ling looked at Li Dan's appearance, and then looked at the light green matcha cake.

"Okay, it's a courtesy. I, Ouyang Ling, am not the one who takes advantage of others. This beginner's music score is for you!"

Ouyang Ling took out a beautifully packaged book from the storage bag and handed it over, then pulled the food over, picked up the spoon on it and tasted it.

Her eyes lit up immediately.

Wow, it's so delicious.

Li Dan looked at the book and felt embarrassed.

My head hurts from reading books, but I don't need to, I just need to listen to your performance.

"This is delicious, what's it called?"

"Matcha cake!"

"How do you make it?"

"With eggs."

"Eggs? Why can't I taste the egg flavor?"

"You need to break it, and then stir it until it becomes white flocs."

"What about this?"

"Milk tea."

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Master Lu nodded as he watched the two newcomers become good friends so quickly, especially Li Dan's means of building good relationships and getting things done.

Then he began to explain.

In order to avoid embarrassment, the knowledge explained today was very profound. If it was explained too shallowly, it would be embarrassing to be laughed at by Ouyang Ling.

The girls were confused.

After eating the cake, Ouyang Ling lay on the table bored. For her, these were learned a few years ago.

After all, they were not on the same level.

She wanted to eat more cake, but Li Dan said that she would get fat if she ate too much, and there was no more left, so he promised to bring it to her tomorrow before giving up.

Time passed by, and Master Lu began to ask questions.

Some women began to ask about the problems they encountered, and tried to play to find the mistakes.

Li Dan suddenly became alert and listened attentively with both ears erected.

This was an ancient style "Lingren" played by a senior sister named Li. Because it was a practice, the spiritual power was very little, which matched the fluctuations of the melody. It made people feel uncomfortable and aroused emotions.

But there are still some shortcomings and it cannot be fully mobilized. I am seeking guidance from Master Lu.

Li Dan was happy while listening.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for listening to the melody, music attributes +1, +5, +3, +7..."

After the song, he seemed to have a vague understanding of those Gong, Jiao, Yu, Zheng, and Shang.

This surprised him again and again.

Seeing the excitement of his deskmate, Ouyang Ling yawned and said in a low voice: "This senior sister's performance is not bad, but there are eight fatal mistakes. If the opponent has a soundproof array or superb mental power, these entry points can be used to counterattack."

Li Dan of course did not understand, and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, it's fine as long as it sounds good!"

Ouyang Ling looked at Li Dan here and suddenly became interested: "I say, how can you, a grown man, like music? Of course I am not discriminating. In our Xinggong, there are also several thousand men who study music, but compared with the hundreds of thousands of women, the proportion is too small.

And those men are very feminine in the end, without a bit of masculine righteousness, and are not easily angry. I don't know whether it is good or bad. I see that you are like me, with an active personality, and such a good cooking skill. Why do you suddenly want to learn music?"

Li Dan of course couldn't explain it. Can he still say that I will only stay for a month, and then I will learn it by myself?

"Haha, sister Ouyang, you don't know this, right? He is doing it for the goddess in his heart," just at this moment, a female senior sister next to her took the initiative to show her goodwill to Ouyang Ling.

Li Danke didn't have time to explain, so he hurried to listen to increase the music attribute.

Ouyang Ling, who was originally drowsy, suddenly became interested when she heard it.

It seems that women have an innate curiosity about this kind of gossip.

"What is the name of this senior sister?"

"My name is Gu Qianye. I am older than you in age. You can call me Sister Gu!" said the woman next to her.

Ouyang Ling said obediently: "Hello, Sister Gu, tell me what's going on?"

Ouyang Ling likes to read storybooks the most on weekdays. The most touching thing in them is the love stories of men and women.

But she has a habit, that is, the more abusive the kind, the more she likes it.

For example, the man or woman dies in the end, which is a pity; after being framed and losing her memory for many years and coming back with great difficulty, the heroine's child will run away; the man she falls in love with is the murderer of her father...

Because sometimes such a plot will make her heart sad, and she will not be able to get over it for several days, so she can calm down and make music, and then play a magical special effect.

This is also a shortcut taught by the sect.

Some sisters don't need it, they can get into the state and cry in three seconds, which makes Ouyang Ling very suspicious, whether they have experienced something a long time ago.

The sister named Gu Qianye looked at Li Dan who was listening attentively, and then looked at Lu Shiyao in front of her, then leaned over and lowered her voice: "This matter is a long story. You can't imagine that he was still an autistic and taciturn person a few months ago. At that time... he confessed for 99 consecutive days... he didn't show his face, but he was still undeterred by wind and rain... The surrounding sects all have his love book... cooking, becoming a cooking god... asking Sister Lu if she likes music..."

Ouyang Ling listened quietly, looking at her deskmate in disbelief, full of admiration.

It turns out that the stories in novels and stories are not made up, and there are really such infatuated men in reality.

"Let me show you, I only have this one!" Gu Qianye handed over a beautifully bound booklet.

Ouyang Ling was full of gratitude, is this the love words?

Opening it, the first page that caught her eye had a simple picture drawn on it.

The mountains were surrounded by people pointing and talking. At the bottom of the mountain, there was an isolated position, and a man whose face could not be seen clearly was shouting something to the sky.

As he flipped through the pages, scenes of beautiful handwriting copied appeared.

"I'm sorry for liking you without permission!"

"You are like the south wall, you don't want to turn back even if you hit it!"

"I want to give you the best in the world, but I find that the best in the world is you!"

"I may have missed your past, but I hope you won't miss my future."

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Ouyang Ling looked at it seriously, and the more he looked, the more shocked he was, and he was inexplicably moved and had a lot of imagination.

She had never seen such a love confession, so simple and clear, but every character seemed to have life.

The confession in the book she read before was not so obvious, it was nothing more than "The sky is not old, the love is hard to end", "How many beauties are withered, how many lovesickness are broken", "Listen to the broken strings, break the three thousand obsessions", etc.

But this is the first time I have seen such a thing, every sentence is touching.

After reading several pages in a row, every sentence made Ouyang Ling moved, happy, associated, and heartbroken...

Even at a certain moment, seeing the words "Compared to the dark sky and ghosts, I am more afraid of your sad frown", it actually made her mood fluctuate unprecedentedly, as if she had finished reading a book that was once abusive and looking for inspiration.

But when it was read again, that feeling disappeared again.

And there are really more than 9,800 such love words, a thick stack.

Could it be that it was right to come to Tianyahaige this time?