Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

"It's the best if it can be like this!"

Wu Yiyun's idea just happened to be what Li Fang wanted.

He looked up, his eyes filled with surprise and satisfaction.

Wu Yiyun got up and went out to look for the person in charge of this matter in the tea room.

This idea of ​​his was certainly not a spur-of-the-moment one. Since he knew Mr. Li's hobbies, Wu Yiyun would arrange everything properly.

Saying it separately like this is just to give Mr. Li an unexpected surprise, which is naturally more satisfying than telling him all at once.

After walking out of the door, Wu Yiyun quickly found the manager. It was this manager whom he had contacted in advance a few days ago to make an appointment with a professional guzheng player.

"Manager Zhang."

Wu Yiyun walked forward. Manager Zhang turned around and saw Wu Yiyun. He could no longer conceal the panic and anxiety on his face.

"what happened?"

Wu Yiyun suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Boss Wu, I'm so sorry. The guzheng player you invited was hit by a car on the way here today. The injury is not serious, but his hand is a little... um, so he can't come for the time being."

Manager Zhang held the phone tightly in his hand and told him the news he had just received.

This is really, really, not good.

It would have been fine if Mr. Li had not mentioned the expectant look in his eyes before he left, but now that it has aroused people's interest, he ended up telling others that they can't come.

Wouldn't that make a good thing worse?

Wu Yiyun held his forehead with his hands, his eyes dark with emotion, and after a few seconds of silence, he asked:

"Then is there no one else who can temporarily replace you?"

Manager Zhang smiled bitterly, "Our teahouse has an antique sign. As the brand becomes more famous, the requirements are also rising rapidly. Those who can come to the store are all of a certain level."

"The guzheng isn't a very popular instrument, and it's not easy to find someone who can play it well. How can you easily find a backup?"

At this point, Manager Zhang seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up, "But,"

"But what?"

"More than a year ago, a student who played the guzheng well came to our teahouse, but she often performed for free in the hall just to practice herself, and rarely played for someone alone."

"And she went abroad as an exchange student not long after. I'm sure I can't find her now. Sigh."

After Manager Zhang finished speaking, his expression darkened again.

The main hall was in deathly silence. Wu Yiyun forced a stiff smile and his mind raced as he thought of a solution.

"Manager Zhang?"

Suddenly, a girl's gentle and pleasant voice came from not far away. Wu Yiyun frowned and didn't even turn around to look.

Manager Zhang had a bitter look on his face. Thinking of the guests, he could not delay them. He took a few steps outside, and a dazzling light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Xiaojun? You're back? Oh my, come on, come early, come at the right time. Brother Zhang is usually nice to you, you have to do me a favor."

"what is the matter?"

Bai Yun came to retrieve her guzheng. She was in a hurry to go abroad and it was inconvenient to bring it home, so she left the guzheng she usually used here.

At least there are some acquaintances here who can help maintain the guzheng so that it doesn't be left lying around and shorten its lifespan.

Manager Zhang seemed to have waited for reinforcements, his eyes and eyebrows were filled with joy. He led her in the direction of Wu Yiyun while explaining the situation to her.

"Your sister Tingting scraped her hand when she came here, and I have a client who has booked a guzheng performance in advance. You also know the situation in the teahouse, and I am really worried. Fortunately, you are back, Xiaojun, don't worry, help me this time, Brother Zhang will definitely not treat you unfairly."

Bai Yun roughly understood the situation, and then followed forward and came to the "guest" who had booked a guzheng performance.

The distance just now was not far, and Wu Yiyun also heard some fragmentary words, knowing that Manager Zhang probably found external aid.

But when he saw the person coming, his eyes suddenly widened as the other person exclaimed.

"It's you?"

Both of them were surprised. They didn't expect that they would meet by chance outside, even though they had only met each other a few times in school.

Bai Yun was the first to react. A faint smile spread across the corners of her lips. She turned to Manager Zhang and said,

"I helped with this."

Ok?

Manager Zhang was still thinking about what reason to use to persuade her. After all, Bai Yun never performed for just anyone during those days in the teahouse, and she didn't care much about money.

But now that she agreed to his request so easily, he was somewhat... uh, caught off guard.

Manager Zhang's surprised expression was too obvious. Wu Yiyun also guessed what was going on. He wanted to say something, but when he looked at his watch, he shut up.

He had been out for a long time, and fearing that Mr. Li might be waiting anxiously, he took Bai Yun into Shuxiang Garden first.

Li Fang saw Wu Yiyun, who had gone away forever, pushing the door open, frowning and looking very unhappy.

Wu Yiyun didn't say anything to apologize, but sat down opposite Li Fang.

Li Fang felt that he was being ignored, and he slammed the table and wanted to stand up and leave.

Begging for food, the next second, a melodious and ethereal voice came into his ears.

Only then did he notice that a young girl who was good at playing the guzheng followed Wu Yiyun.

She was sitting in front of the guzheng, and even though she was wearing an ordinary modern dress, she made people feel as if the lady in the painting had walked into reality.

Li Fang stared at Bai Yun with burning eyes and couldn't take his eyes off her.

It was not because of her stunning beauty, but her temperament, which always showed scholarly elegance, which was exactly what Li Fang admired the most.

As the delicate hands pluck the vermilion or green strings of the zither, the beautiful music slowly flows into the ears.

Li Fang almost wanted to close his eyes and listen quietly, but Wu Yiyun picked up the boiling kettle and handed it to him, silently signaling.

He likes this feeling, but of course he is not content just to feel it. What he desires most is to become such a person.

Therefore, Li Fang looked at Wu Yiyun with gratitude, picked up the kettle to demonstrate his newly learned tea-making skills, and brewed two cups of hot tea to the melodious music.

Mist lingered around the two of them, the faint fragrance of tea was refreshing, they drank tea and listened to music, feeling leisurely and comfortable.

In such an environment, Li Fang felt that he had become a solitary and elegant scholar in ancient times, with noble character and integrity, different from others. He looked intoxicated and was in an extremely happy mood.

The music stopped and the two of them had almost finished their tea.

Li Fang handed Wu Yiyun a custom-made business card and said:

"The investment you mentioned is no problem. Just call this number and tell me how much money you want."

He was really happy today, and his joy came from the heart. He was much happier than before when he had to follow people around and say nice things to them, so of course he would not be stingy with his money, which he had the most.