From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 220

Chapter 220: 105 Desire to Capture (an update)_2

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Tian Long initially thought that Qu Feitai had stayed up too late writing songs the night before, causing him to not wake up in the morning. But after

Knocking on tne door tor a long time Witn no response, ne began to teel tnat something was off.

“Stop knocking, I’m awake.”

Upon hearing Qu Feitai’s voice, Tian Long heaved a sigh of relief: “We have a photoshoot by the river with Feiyue’s photographer at ten in the morning, and it’s nearly nine now.”

Bro, do you want news of your diva-like behavior to be spread around?

Although there’s a high probability that Huang Chao would do damage control, it was contrary to Qu Feitai’s principles to behave this way.

Qu Feitai came out after taking a shower, face flushed from the vapors. As he passed his writing desk, he glanced at a notebook filled with peculiar symbols.

It was Qu Feitai’s manuscript, hard to obtain even with a lot of money.

Qu Feitai picked up the guitar at the corner of the table and strummed twice. The tune was clear and crisp.

Tian Long pressed his ear to the door, listening to the guitar sound from inside, which was accompanied by the young man’s la-la sound without lyrics. The tune was refreshing and bright, making people feel good as soon as they heard it.

Is this the new song Qu Feitai wrote last night? It sounds good and is his preferred style.

The snippet ended quickly, suggesting the song had more parts. Tian Long couldn’t wait to hear the full piece.

Qu Feitai, now changed and dressed, came out ten minutes later.

Tian Long looked at the black T-shirt he was wearing, somewhat puzzled.

Qu Feitai was a clean freak, especially in the summer. He would never wear the same outfit for two days. This time when he came to Jiangzhou, he brought three suitcases full of his personal clothes.

This black T-shirt, Tian Long remembered, hadn’t Qu Feitai worn it the day before yesterday?

Or did Qu Feitai buy several identical black T-shirts?

Tian Long felt that he understood Qu Feitai well, the latter possibility seemed more plausible.

It must be so. How else could a neat freak like Qu Feitai wear the same short-sleeved shirt for three days in a row?

On their way to Qujiang, Qu Feitai was eating breakfast while on an audio call with his music producer.

Huang Chao had left early in the morning to discuss with concert sponsors and was finally having a quiet moment.

After the call ended and his breakfast was finished, Qu Feitai put on his Bluetooth headset and began playing audio files on his phone.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on his thigh.

At such times, Tian Long knew better than to disturb him, not even in the event of a major incident would he dare.

Qu Feitai watched the scenery zip by, then he gently closed his eyes.

As notes intertwined with visions, his thoughts were a chaotic mess. He quickly grabbed the quickest departing thread and pulled it back.

Often inspiration is fleeting. If not captured promptly, it could be lost forever.

So, cultivating concentration is crucial. Strong focus allows him to quickly seize what he wants amid the chaotic thoughts. Otherwise, he could only watch it slip away, and the sense of wanting but being unable to catch up is the most powerless.

Qu Feitai opened his eyes in satisfaction, his lips pulling up in a small smirk.

He pondered for a while, then opened his WeChat conversation with Song Yinzhang.

——1 have a few more tickets. Bring some friends with you to my concert on the 29th.

The other party was probably busy; they took five minutes to reply —Okay.

hesitated, his thumb moving around the input box —-As a thank

you, could you give one of the tickets to Ms. Zhu who helped us out?

—You mean Ming Jing? She has already gotten a ticket, so she probably doesn’t need it.

Qu Feitai’s pupils contracted sharply, his typing hands trembling — Did he overthink it? Was the other person playing hard to get?

Thinking about this, a smirk couldn’t help but raise at the corners of Qu Feitai’s mouth.

—A good friend of Ming Jing is a fan of yours. She had begged Ming Jing to help get a ticket. You know how difficult it is to get a ticket for your concert. The more people trying, the better. Ming Jing was lucky and got a ticket. Her friend’s grades improved significantly with Ming Jing’s help, and her parents rewarded her with a concert ticket. She asked Ming Jing to go with her to your concert. Basically, that’s the whole story. Thus, you should keep your ticket. After listening to the voice message from Song Yinzhang, Qu Feitai’s smile froze on his face.

His concert ticket was actually being refused. If word got out, who would believe it?

They arrived at Qujiang. Qu Feitai put these thoughts aside as they got off the car and saw the photography team waiting there. He went to do his makeup and get changed and Tian Long went to negotiate the shooting process with the photographer.

“Cousin, I really love Qu Feitai, could you please get me one of his concert tickets? I beg you.” Zhou Bao brought his hands together in a plea, sincerely imploring..