radicalducati Chapter 72 Zhou Yuji's Sword That She's Raised for 3 Years
Chapter 72 Zhou Yuji's Sword That She's Raised for 3 Years
Wang Bo laughed and said, "Sister Zhou is letting her roam freely, not controlling her."
"Free-range?" Su Xiaoxiao scoffed. "That's called free-range, leaving them there to fend for themselves. But then again..."
She glanced at Wang Bo in the rearview mirror: "With your personality, you really need some space. Being too strict with you will only stifle your talent."
Wang Bo didn't reply, but just looked out the window.
Su Yiyi, however, smiled slightly after hearing her sister's words.
She looked down and stirred the tapioca pearls in her milk tea cup, saying softly, "I think this is fine."
"What's so good about it?" Su Xiaoxiao said irritably. "What if he gets the urge to do something even more risky in the next competition?"
"Then let him do it." Su Yiyi raised her head, her eyes clear. "Wang Bo isn't a child; he knows what he's doing. Besides..."
She paused, then lowered her voice: "Talented people shouldn't be constrained."
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at her sister, then at Wang Bo in the rearview mirror, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
When did her gentle and kind older sister become so opinionated? And why does her tone sound so protective of her own?
The streets remained lively at night, with smoke from barbecue stalls mingling with neon lights, creating a vibrant and bustling atmosphere.
Su Yiyi suddenly remembered something and took out her phone: "Oh right, I should tell Yu Ji."
"Why tell her?" Su Xiaoxiao said, but didn't stop her.
The call connects; press speakerphone.
"Hey—Yiyi—" Zhou Yuji's voice came through the receiver, with the sound of whistling wind and faint music in the background, sounding like she was in a lively place. "Calling me so late, do you miss me?"
Su Yiyi said gently, "Yu Ji, we're in the car. Wang Bo's match is over."
"Oh, how did it go?" Zhou Yuji's voice immediately perked up with excitement. "Little Wang didn't embarrass me, did he? Did he beat that Qin Xiao to a pulp?"
Su Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes: "You're overthinking it. But Wang Bo passed safely and wasn't eliminated."
"Absolutely!" Zhou Yuji said matter-of-factly. "A sword I've nurtured for three years, how could it not be sharp when it's drawn?"
"A sword you've been nurturing for three years?" Su Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you call nurturing a sword? You're just letting it rust in the warehouse!"
"So what if it's rusty?" Zhou Yuji said matter-of-factly. "A rusty sword shines brighter with polishing. Besides, wasn't I just giving him time to mature? Look how good he is now. No matter what posture he takes, his talent shines through. He can write songs and poems with ease—that's all thanks to my strategic vision back then!"
Su Xiaoxiao was shocked by her best friend's shamelessness and thuggishness: "Zhou Yuji, do you have any shame at all?"
"What's a face? Can you eat it?" Zhou Yuji laughed on the other end of the phone. "Alright, alright, I'm relieved to know that Xiao Wang didn't embarrass himself. By the way, what did he sing today? Was it 'Once Upon a Time'? The live version of that song is definitely amazing!"
"He's singing a new song," Su Xiaoxiao said.
There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.
Then Zhou Yuji burst into laughter: "Hahaha, that's great, as expected of my Wang Bo! What song is it? Is it good?"
"You'll find out when it airs," Wang Bo interjected.
Zhou Yuji clicked her tongue twice, as if she had tasted something: "I want to hear the live version when I get back. By the way, Wang Bo, I framed those two lines of poetry you wrote for me and hung them in my inn room so I can see them every morning when I open my eyes—'A lone plume of smoke rises straight from the desert, the setting sun sinks round over the long river.' The more I look at them, the more I appreciate their beauty!"
Wang Bo smiled and said, "I'm glad Sister Zhou likes it."
"I love it! I love it so much!" Zhou Yuji said. "So you see, I'm so good to you, shouldn't you reciprocate? How about singing me a song just for us next time we meet? I don't ask for much, just a little bit better than 'Encounter'!"
Su Xiaoxiao couldn't stand it anymore: "Zhou Yuji, that's enough! You're pushing your luck!"
"How is that taking an inch and wanting a mile?" Zhou Yuji protested. "I'm just reasonably asking for something in return. After all, I was the one who pulled him out of that hellhole, Yuji Entertainment, and handed him over to you sisters!"
These words left Su Xiaoxiao speechless. You've already destroyed yourself, what else can I say?
Su Yiyi smiled gently and asked softly, "Yu Ji, when are you coming back?"
"Winter," Zhou Yuji's voice suddenly softened, "Winter in the Western Regions is beautiful."
Su Xiaoxiao changed the subject: "Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore, we're driving."
The phone hangs up.
The car returned to silence, with only the soft hum of the engine and the sound of the wind outside the window.
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Wang Bo in the rearview mirror and saw that he was looking out the window.
She glanced at her sister again; Su Yiyi was looking down at her phone, but her ears were slightly red.
"Ahem," Su Xiaoxiao cleared her throat, "Um... Wang Bo, for the second recording next week, are you really going to keep singing original songs?"
Wang Bo looked away and nodded: "Yes, only original songs that haven't been released yet."
Su Xiaoxiao opened her mouth, as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back.
She turned to look at the road ahead and sighed softly.
This man is indeed like a wild horse that has broken free of its reins.
But she had to admit that it was precisely this unrestrained and uninhibited nature that made him so dazzling.
And her gentle older sister...
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Su Yiyi out of the corner of her eye.
At that moment, Su Yiyi was secretly looking at Wang Bo through the rearview mirror, her eyes bright and a faint smile on her lips.
Don't let her gentle and mild-mannered demeanor fool you; deep down, she's attracted to domineering men.
If you're not domineering, you can't control your younger sister.
If you can't control yourself, it will be difficult to be with your sister.
Su Xiaoxiao knew her own personality all too well—she was controlling, protective of her own, and especially picky about those close to her.
If Wang Bo were an easy target, she would be the first to object to her sister being with him.
But now it seems...
As Su Xiaoxiao watched the apartment building getting closer and closer, she thought, "Perhaps Wang Bo, this wild horse, is just the right person to tame the two sisters."
The idea seemed absurd to her, yet she also had a vague feeling that... it wasn't impossible.
The day after the recording of the first episode of "The Voice of China" ended.
Starlight Media, in a conference room.
Li Xuan sat at the end of the long table, only occupying half of his buttocks, his back ramrod straight.
Liu Wei, General Manager Zhang, and Professor Chen, who was always drinking tea in a cheongsam, all had their eyes scanning over like searchlights.
"Li Xuan," Liu Wei began, her tone flat, "how would you rate your performance last night?"
Li Xuan swallowed hard and said cautiously, "Sister Liu, I think... seven or eight out of ten. I got the whole audience involved, and the guitar solo was very well received, although there were a few..."
"You played a few notes wrong," Professor Chen said gently, putting down his teacup.