Chapter 8 Can you sleep without making money?
"No... Wait a minute, ancestor, my dear ancestor - you are giving me a boost in the middle of the night!!"

——Who on earth would be so kind as to practice at the top of his voice at 12:30 in the morning? Aren’t you afraid of being called to the police for disturbing the public?
Ah? ?

Teacher Yingzi was terrified. As she spoke, she tried to dodge backwards to avoid the terrible "attack" of the system skills.

But she was sitting on the sofa in the first place, and even if she tried to move back, she could only move from one corner of the sofa to the other.

Later, Teacher Yingzi, who had squeezed her entire body into the corner, had nowhere to retreat, and she naturally could not escape the so-called [true fate of the Yehenara family].

A light green light flashed, and a bright triple "fate" buff totaling one and a half points appeared directly above Nalan Ying's head.

Teacher Yingzi felt the blood in her body boiling for no reason, and an indescribable sense of excitement instantly spread throughout her body.

——Ohhhhhh! I suddenly feel like singing, and I really want to work hard right away!

Where is her recording equipment? Where is her microphone and band? And the TV station's music arranger, her partner, and the stage designer...

Get up! Everyone has to get up for her!
Nowadays, how on earth can they sleep at their age without practicing singing late at night?

Everyone has to get up!! Let’s practice singing together! Make money! Arrange music! Contribute to the most perfect stage!!

Work hard! Struggle! Resist foreign invasion! Guard the country's borders!

Wuhu~Their fate of Yehenara!
Nalan Ying was extremely excited. She pretended to pick up the mobile phone on the table and made several calls.

The poor arranger of a fruit TV station had just returned home from work and had no time to change his clothes when he was called by Teacher Yingzi and was dragged over without any explanation. He was forced to work an intensive overtime of one and a half hours online - and he didn't even get proper overtime pay.

"Uh... Teacher Nalan, actually, for this piece of music, I think... maybe... maybe... we can just not rush it?"

The arranger who was forced to work overtime was cautious: "After all, tonight's show just ended, and we still have a week...?"

"Is a week a long time?" Teacher Yingzi, who was in a state of excitement, asked out of the blue. The arranger on the other side of the line was stunned and suddenly became uncertain: "It should not be too long?"

"It's not too long, it's not long at all!" Nalan Ying said firmly, "Time is so tight, if we don't hurry up and arrange the music, how can you sleep well?"

"Have you prepared the music for next week's stage? Have you coordinated the band's accompaniment? Have you tested the equipment? Have you earned your bonus? Have you exceeded your small goal in terms of the balance in your card?"

Teacher Yingzi spoke quickly, her mouth clicking like a machine gun.

The arranger teacher on the opposite side became less and less confident as she spoke, and in the end he lowered his head under the table, looking increasingly listless.

"No... I'm not well prepared yet." The arranger teacher hummed - not to mention the problem of small goals.

If he had a small goal, who would do this crappy job!
"Then how do you usually sleep well?" Teacher Yingzi asked sincerely, and the arranger's fragile heart was pierced by her words in an instant: "Because... because I don't get paid for overtime work?"

——He will do work according to how much money the boss pays him!
Yes, that’s right, the adult world is so simple, crude and full of money!
The arranger teacher, whose defense was breached in the middle of the night, gave up and said, "Anyway, there won't be any extra bonus if I work more!"

"Tsk, look at how little you can do." Nalan Ying, infected by Ms. Xingzhen's influence, curled her lips in disdain and waved her hand generously, "It's just a matter of salary and bonus, I'll pay for it!"

"Ah, this... this is not good, Mr. Nalan..." The arranger hesitated, "What if people say I'm giving or receiving gifts..."

"It's okay, just consider it as my gift to your son for his full month!" Teacher Yingzi continued to wave her hands wildly. The arranger was silent for a moment, and then he thought of his son who was almost 200 months old, and then thought of the hot searches that were being circulated on a certain big-eyed boy tonight.

He suddenly understood.

"Um... well... Mr. Nalan, allow me to ask you a very presumptuous question." The arranger carefully considered the words, "Did you go back to check Weibo tonight?"

"It's been refreshed, what's wrong?" Teacher Yingzi, who was hit by the third layer of "destiny" buff, didn't understand what was going on. She just wanted the arranger to work for her quickly so that she could practice singing.

"I feel like the netizens are in a very good mental state, just like me now - very energetic."

Okay, got it.

Another one who was driven crazy by the stimulation of Big Eyes.

Anyway, at this age, it’s best to stay away from social networks (bushi) where there are all kinds of people.

The arranger understood what was happening, and a hint of sympathy slipped into his eyes uncontrollably.

He also watched the emoticons and funny videos made by netizens overnight. They were very interesting, but for a 50-year-old lady like Nalan Ying, it seemed a little hard to accept.

Then it is quite understandable that she suddenly went crazy in the middle of the night.

So the arranger calmed down, not only rejected Teacher Yingzi's temptation of gift money, but also patiently helped Nalan Ying to revise the music score twice.

Most of the remaining few who were suddenly confused (disturbed) by Teacher Yingzi's phone call had the same mental journey as the arranger.

At first, everyone was not very happy about working overtime in the middle of the night, but when they thought about the dozen or so hot searches that Teacher Yingzi had been on tonight... after a little hesitation, they easily chose to forgive her.

Fortunately, Nalan Ying's luck was quite good today, and when the skill [The Fate of the Yehenara Family] was triggered, it was only stacked three times.

Therefore, when the one and a half hour-long chicken blood buff completely disappeared, Nalan Ying, who had been confused by the word "struggle", suddenly cooled down his boiling blood.

...Damn it, what did she just...do?

Teacher Yingzi came back to her senses and stared at the small video window on the screen in a daze. Her old face instantly turned blue, white, and red, with the colors mottled like a painting tray that had just been overturned.

Fortunately, the camera on her laptop had a low pixel count, so everyone thought she was just tired from practicing singing in the middle of the night and couldn’t keep up physically, so they didn’t notice anything unusual.

"...Well, I think everyone is tired tonight, why don't we just stop here for now, and I'll treat you to dinner later!"

Nalan Ying quickly sorted out the causes and consequences in his mind and made up a reason. After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone as if he was escaping.

Zhong Lingyu, who was watching the whole process from the side, couldn't help but clap her hands. When Teacher Yingzi heard her clapping, she immediately turned around in a daze and said, "Xiao Zhong, do you still have that little prop that you can use to hang yourself on the window?"

"what?"

"——I want to hang myself too!"

(End of this chapter)