Cool, pure, unhurried. Even though the other person had just been woken up, he could never mistake this voice!
It was the voice of his white moonlight from his past life, whom his colleagues used to playfully call the "Little Faye Wong."
That was because whenever she sang Faye Wong's songs, she sounded exactly like the original recording!
He had originally thought he would never hear this voice again, but to his surprise, he actually had!
At that moment, the urge to see the person surged to the absolute peak in Xu An's mind.
He had a theory: if he could travel through time and space, there was no reason why others couldn't do the same!
Could it be that she, just like him, had crossed over into this person named Yan Luomeng?!
"Tomorrow noon... tune the piano?"
Excitement gradually welled up inside Xu An. He repeated the words under his breath, and his eyes instantly lit up.
He picked up his phone and opened the booking app. There was a flight from Shazhou to Beijing at exactly 3:30 in the morning.
Looking at the ticket price of 1,200, Xu An was just about to click when he suddenly froze. It seemed he... didn't have the money for a plane ticket!
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Studio Number Three.
Chu Xingjun was recording a song inside the booth, while a female tuner in her early thirties sat in front of the mixing console, listening with an intoxicated expression.
At that moment, the studio door suddenly pushed open, and Xu An tiptoed in from outside.
The two of them didn't notice his stunt, but Chu Xingjun's manager, standing nearby, saw it loud and clear.
"Xu An?" The bespectacled female manager pushed up the bridge of her glasses in surprise.
Xu An had seen her before, though they had never spoken.
"Hi~ Um, how much longer does Sister Chu need to finish recording?" Xu An walked over, sat down on the sofa, and looked at the female manager in front of him.
"Shouldn't be much longer." The manager was slightly surprised at first, but she didn't make a big deal out of it.
Xu An nodded and sat there waiting. Listening to the singing coming from the speakers, he judged that this song was actually above average.
Don't underestimate "above average." This was an evaluation given by Xu An, combining countless musical works from his past life, and it was entirely fair.
Two minutes later.
Chu Xingjun walked out of the recording booth. She had already noticed Xu An earlier, so she wasn't very surprised.
After communicating with the tuner, Chu Xingjun walked over toward Xu An's side.
Just like Xu An, she didn't speak right away. Instead, she picked up a bottle of mineral water, took a small sip, and then looked at Xu An. "Something the matter?"
Although they hadn't interacted much, Chu Xingjun knew him; if there wasn't a reason, he would never come looking for her.
Hearing this, Xu An's expression turned slightly awkward. He gave a light cough and said, "There is actually something... um, would it be convenient to talk alone?"
After all, Xu An still had some pride. To ask to borrow money less than a day after meeting someone was genuinely a bit hard to bring up.
At the same time, he cursed the assistant director in his heart—the promised twenty thousand yuan was nowhere to be seen.
Chu Xingjun was a bit surprised, but she didn't say anything. She nodded, took her mineral water, and walked out the door, with Xu An following closely behind.
In the hallway.
Chu Xingjun leaned her back against the wall, holding the mineral water in her right hand, while her left hand raised up to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Out with it now. What is it that's so mysterious?"
Xu An's face flushed slightly red. He stammered and hesitated for half a day, beads of sweat breaking out densely across the bridge of his nose.
"Whoa~ This isn't a small matter, is it? Why are you even blushing? Don't tell me you harbor some improper thoughts about me?"
Though she said that, Chu Xingjun didn't move at all, staying right where she was, purely teasing him for fun.
After hesitating over and over, Xu An opened his mouth with a red face. "Can you lend me some money..."
Because his voice was too soft, Chu Xingjun didn't catch it clearly and leaned forward slightly. "What did you say?"
She really didn't hear him clearly, absolutely not on purpose—the author can vouch for that!
"Lend me some money!" This time Xu An raised his volume considerably, his face flushing crimson the moment he finished speaking.
In both this life and the last, this was his first time ever asking to borrow money—and what's more, from a girl, and a girl he had known for less than a day.
Hearing Xu An's words and looking at his bright red, handsome face, Chu Xingjun was utterly speechless. "I thought it was some huge deal—isn't it just borrowing money? Just come out and say it. How much do you want? Cash or transfer?"
Xu An hadn't expected her to be so straightforward. He blankly said, "A transfer, please."
Chu Xingjun didn't speak. She went back into the recording studio and came right back out, holding her phone out in front of Xu An.
Looking at the QR code displayed on the screen, Xu An didn't react for a second. "Aren't you lending me money? Why are you showing me your payment code?"
Hearing this, Chu Xingjun looked down at her phone in confusion, thinking she might have messed up.
"This is just scanning the code to add each other as friends! What do you mean payment code?!"
Ah? Xu An scratched his head awkwardly and quickly pulled out his phone to scan it.
*Beep.*
A verification prompt popped up immediately. The other person's WeChat name was "Little Lucky," and her profile picture was a photo of herself.
"Alright, how much do you want? I'll transfer it to you."
After accepting the friend request, Chu Xingjun didn't even lift her head as she opened the transfer page.
Xu An thought for a moment and cautiously said, "Would twenty thousand be a bit too much?"
Hearing this, Chu Xingjun looked up and rolled her eyes at him. "Are you asking me? I don't even know what you need the money for, how am I supposed to know how much?"
Then she lowered her head, entered twenty thousand, and tapped transfer.
*Ding.*
Xu An looked down at WeChat and found that Chu Xingjun had transferred twenty thousand straight to him. He found it hard to believe; was borrowing money really this effortless?
"I have no idea if it's enough either. If it's not enough, send me a message and I'll transfer you some more.
If there's nothing else, I'm heading back in. Some parts need pitch correction."
With that, Chu Xingjun turned to leave, but Xu An called out to her. "Um... should I write you an I.O.U.? Once I have money, I'll pay you back with interest."
Chu Xingjun didn't turn around. She just waved her hand with her back to him. "No need for an I.O.U., and no need for interest either. Pay me back when you have it; if you don't, forget it."
Having said that, Chu Xingjun walked into the recording studio, leaving Xu An standing alone in the hallway filled with emotion.
There really were still plenty of good people in this world; she handed over twenty thousand yuan just like that without a second thought.
After finishing his reflections, Xu An directly bought a plane ticket from Shazhou to Beijing for 3:30 in the morning.
Checking the time and calling the assistant director to ask for leave, Xu An hailed a cab to the Shazhou airport.
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