• There was no class in the afternoon, because Gu Xiaoran earned face for the school and made the principal feel good. He directly took a half-day vacation, and Gu Xiaoran and the others naturally went home.
• However, as soon as they returned home, Gu Xiaoran and the others received a text message from Du Hualai.
• 

  zhuzhengting：

  Du Hua... texting...
• Zhu Zhengting pursed his lips, didn't call Mother Du this time, glanced at a few people, and said.
• 

  biwenjun：

  What did you send?
• Bi Wenjun narrowed her eyes and walked to Zhu Zhengting's side. The others also came to the side, and Gu Xiaoran looked straight at the few people and waited for them to read it out.
• However, after waiting for a long time, several people looked at the phone and were silent and did not speak.
• 

  guxiaoran：

  What's wrong with your expression?
• Gu Xiaoran frowned slightly, with a bad premonition.
• 

  fanchengcheng：

  She...
• 

  fanchengcheng：

  Ninepercent has disbanded, and we're ready to make a group of eight together.
• 

  guxiaoran：

  And then?
• Gu Xiaoran didn't believe that there was only this, it was impossible.
• Fan Chengcheng stared at Gu Xiaoran with a complicated look, pulled the corners of his mouth hesitantly, and finally sat directly on the sofa and scratched his head.
• Gu Xiaoran: "???"
• 

  guxiaoran：

  What's going on?
• 

  zhuzhengting：

  She said that although the eight of us debuted together, it's unfair to others that you debuted as soon as you joined the company and have such good resources...
• 

  zhuzhengting：

  Therefore, she said that there is a condition that you need to submit a complete set of lyrics and composition in the next month, and it cannot be water, and the time is three years. In the three years, if you don't submit it once or don't meet the standards, you will go back to the company for retraining...
• It seems that there is not much loss, of course, if the premise is that this is placed on ordinary people.
• On Gu Xiaoran, each of these songs is a high-quality product. She knows what Du Hua's idea is, three years, one song a month, twelve months a year, thirty-six months in three years, that is thirty-six songs.
• She probably felt that Gu Xiaoran's talent for thirty-six songs would never surpass the previous songs.
• Gu Xiaoran touched his lower jaw, his eyes rolling.
• 

  huangxinchun：

  Of course...
• Several people were a little worried that this kind of condition was a little difficult for them to accept. As the price of debuting, these were also a little serious. Of course, if they threw it out, someone would definitely be willing.
• But Gu Xiaoran was different. They all knew about her creation of music. Giving Du Hua a song a month was equivalent to giving out the copyright, so it was endless wealth...
• 

  guxiaoran：

  It's all right.
• Gu Xiaoran pouted his mouth,
• 

  guxiaoran：

  When did she debut? Did she write?
• 

  zhuzhengting：

  Within ten days.
• 

  guxiaoran：

  No hurry, you guys play first, and I'll go out and fix something.
• Gu Xiaoran said that he was not in a hurry, but the action quickly found Han Lengxi.
• Han Lengxi was not in the store. At the place where they first met, Gu Xiaoran went in with the help of memory, and opened several wall doors in a row with a sign that Han Lengxi had given her before.
• Until they reached the innermost room, which was where Han Lengxi was, Gu Xiaoran stopped and patted hard.
• Like this, no doorbell, just to keep people from suspecting that there is something wrong with these walls.
• 

  hanlengxi：

  There you are.
• Han Lengxi sat in front of the computer, opened the door and looked at Gu Xiaoran calmly, with a smile in his eyes.
• 

  guxiaoran：

  ???
• 

  guxiaoran：

  Your tone seems to be very calm, did you know that I would come?
• Gu Xiaoran raised her eyebrows and looked at Han Lengxi. Didn't expect him to nod in the next second?
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