The DJ on stage was still swaying to the rhythm when he suddenly froze, stunned by the song Miss Lu had placed in the queue. Such requests were common. The main issue was that this specific song was a first for them. They were being paid for this, it would be humiliating if he couldn't pull it off.
He nudged the MC next to him: "Do you know this song?"
"Yeah! I know every kind of song!" The young MC was also dazed after seeing the title. "Who ordered this? Truly... a person of culture!" He was baffled by the title, it was his first time attempting a DJ version of this genre.
"It's fine! Watch me perform!"
"The next song, requested by Miss Lu, Monkey King!"
"Monkey King, Monkey King, you can conquer the demons..."
...
From the start, it was clear both artists were quite skilled. With their effort, the song gradually found its groove. The spirit of righteousness inherent in the song, thanks to the sound engineer's hard work, pulled the young men and women on the dance floor into the atmosphere. To the emotionally charged music, they began to sway to the beat.
Lu Qingyue listened, laughing and crying at the same time. Was this really the song she ordered? It had been transformed into a DJ version, it sounded so strange. Yet, that familiar melody still evoked her childhood memories.
Going to school, washing dishes at the restaurant, going to school, washing dishes at the restaurant…
That was her life back then—a daily routine she lived through, yet she had almost no memory of it because every day was the same, unchanging day after day. Only when she received her wages, bought something nice for her younger brother, and saw his happy smile, did a trace of memory stir.
Over the years, she could only recall a few things. But since the day she met Shen Xiao, even though it had been brief, every single thing that happened, every word Shen Xiao said to her, remained vividly etched in her mind.
After experiencing all this, she didn't want to go back to her former solitary life. She didn't want to go back. Could she stay? But she had to return. After completing the next mission, their paths would diverge. Shen Xiao had a brilliant future, and she would continue her ordinary life.
It was 10:30 PM. Only an hour and a half remained until tomorrow. She wanted to cherish these final moments. That way, when she was alone again, looking back, she wouldn't feel her life had been in vain. At least she had someone she liked, and she had hosted him for a wonderful day.
The song ended, and the young people on the dance floor were still immersed in the emotions of the moment, their childhood memories. The familiar music played again, but this time they didn't enjoy it as much. Childhood, once gone, is truly lost forever.
...
"The sound engineer and MC are pretty good, the rhythm is strong, but the song you chose is still better."
Shen Xiao didn't forget to offer a compliment, hoping to gain some Fate Tickets. He turned to look at Lu Qingyue, who was leaning on his shoulder, swirling her empty glass, a quiet smile on her face. She wasn't a strong drinker, she got tipsy easily. The alcohol content of this drink was only equivalent to a can of beer, and even that was enough to make her cheeks flush. Being a bit drunk was better, at least she wasn't so nervous.
"Shen Xiao, do you like it?"
"Yeah, I like it."
Ding!
[Gained Lu Qingyue's support, Fate Ticket +100!]
"Then I'll order another song."
Lu Qingyue promptly ordered another song, skillfully spending 10,000 to choose the line-cutting service. Looking at the empty glass, she hesitated for a moment before asking, "That drink was quite good, could you order me another one?"
"You're already a bit tipsy, do you still want to drink?"
"It's fine, we agreed to have fun today, what's the point of backing out halfway? If I really get dizzy... you'll be the one to carry me home."
"Okay."
"You're not allowed to carry me to a hotel."
"Okay..."
"Don't just say okay, you have to promise."
"I promise..."
...
The DJ, who was grooving along, became confused again because the next song was even more challenging—a children's nursery rhyme, the Clap Your Hands song! This Miss Lu was truly a person of culture! Tonight was yet another massive challenge for him!
Not just him, even the MC standing nearby felt a heavy heart, it was his first time singing a DJ version of this song. These days, money is hard to come by, and life is tough!
The modified melody began, and the patrons on the dance floor were once again stunned for a moment. Was this still the bar they knew? Whatever, as long as they were having fun!
A young man in the Emperor's Seat complained, "Wait a minute, the next song was supposed to be mine, why did it turn into this?"
a bystander interrupted, "Someone cut the line."
"Cut the line? That's a joke! When has Young Master Sun ever been short on cash? How dare they cut the line!"
He turned to look at the electronic display screen, which showed the upcoming songs. The first ten songs had been pushed aside, all filled by a woman named Miss Lu. Cutting the line to request songs, huh? Just a matter of money! I have the money!
"Give me the tablet!" Young Master Sun shouted, using his money to move the songs he wanted back to the top.
Lu Qingyue didn't hear the next song she wanted and saw that someone had cut in front of her. She wouldn't accept it and tried to cut the line again. But this time, that person quickly overtook her again, and she didn't hesitate to cut back once more.
"I just wanted to have a fun day, and everyone is against me!"
"Shen Xiao, lend me some money!"
Ding!
[Gained Lu Qingyue's support, Fate Ticket +100.!]
"No problem, Miss Lu, I'm in no rush for you to pay me back for a long, long, long time."
This girl seemed quite drunk, had she forgotten she just borrowed 10 million and hadn't spent it all? Shen Xiao didn't care how much she wanted to borrow. After all, she was giving him Fate Tickets.
The song ended, the energetic music stopped, because the next song was still being fought over. Miss Lu and Young Master Sun began competing for priority for the next song, the price skyrocketing with every round as they paid massive amounts for the right to play the first song. Some people, not wanting to miss out, began to cheer and place their bets.
Finally, Young Master Sun's face turned pale.
"You're amazing! Quite impressive! I'll show you what I'm made of today!"
"I'm done playing! Goodbye!"
"I give up!"
Yes, he no longer had the funds, a single song now cost 100,000!
"Even if you're extravagant, you can't throw money away like this!"
"My money doesn't grow on trees."
"You're really something! I surrender!"
Although Young Master Sun gave up, he replied politely: "My finger hurts from ordering for so long, I won't argue with her anymore."
A bar girl nearby said, "Young Master Sun, should we order for you?"
"Sure!"
Another round of competition ensued, and this time Young Master Sun was truly struggling. The price had already surged to 200,000! 200,000 for a bottle of wine was still acceptable, but 200,000 for a song? I'm going crazy. What is wrong with this person? Do they not value money? Even the most wasteful person shouldn't play like this.
"Oh right, I just remembered, I have a meeting tonight. Excuse me, I can't play anymore." Young Master Sun paid the bill and rushed away.