Gong Juren had nothing to do today and planned to visit his family's hot pot restaurant.
It was just lunchtime, so he could eat before returning to school.
Upon arriving at the entrance, he saw diners already queuing outside. He scanned the packed restaurant and nodded with satisfaction.
His family's hot pot restaurant was one of the first to leverage influencer marketing. Under the influencer effect, it had become a popular spot for check-ins.
As Gong Juren walked into the restaurant, a server warmly greeted him. Upon recognizing him, she quickly asked, "Young Master Gong, are you here to eat?"
"Yes, are there any seats?" Gong Juren asked with a smile.
"We're full. Shall I let you cut the line?" the server replied.
Gong Juren waved his hand. "No need. Just ask the kitchen to stir-fry something for me. I'll eat and leave."
The success of his family's hot pot restaurant was primarily due to its reputation.
As the boss's son, if he were to cut the line, it would significantly damage the restaurant's reputation.
"Alright, I'll go right away." After saying that, the server walked towards the kitchen.
While waiting, Gong Juren surveyed the situation in the restaurant.
He arrived at the private room area.
Two servers were chatting, unaware of Gong Juren's arrival.
"Do you know, the person in private room 208 is Jiang Xiao'e?"
"Who is Jiang Xiao'e?"
"The new singer who sang 'Later.' Haven't you heard of her?"
"Oh, it's her. Of course, I've heard of her. This song is so popular. You don't know, my boyfriend and I were watching a movie, and we even teared up when we heard this song."
"Indeed. Our movie theater was the same. It had already finished, but the audience hadn't left."
"Do you think we should ask her for an autograph?"
"It's not appropriate right now. Let's go after she finishes eating."
"The guy with her is also really handsome. I wonder if he's a celebrity."
"Who cares if he is or not? Let's get both their autographs later."
Upon hearing Jiang Xiao'e's name, Gong Juren immediately stopped.
The two servers only noticed him after he approached.
"Young Master Gong..."
"Hello, Young Master Gong!"
They quickly stood at attention and greeted him.
"You were just saying Jiang Xiao'e is here at our place?" Gong Juren nodded and then said calmly.
The servers quickly replied, "Yes, yes. I didn't notice when she first came in, but when she took off her mask in the private room, I recognized her."
"Alright, you can go back to work. Remember not to chat during working hours, or you won't hear customers calling you."
Gong Juren waved his hand.
The two servers nodded repeatedly in agreement and left as if fleeing.
"Jiang Xiao'e is dining with a handsome guy..." Gong Juren glanced at private room 208, pondered for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. "Could it be Brother Yu?"
Whether it was or not, he had to go and see.
After all, Jiang Xiao'e was his colleague and a senior.
As the boss's son, he naturally had to greet them and offer a few dishes; it was a must.
He walked to the door of private room 208 and knocked twice.
"Please come in."
After opening the door.
Gong Juren immediately smiled.
It was indeed Brother Yu and Jiang Xiao'e.
"Brother Yu, why didn't my senior brother Gong inform me about your visit?"
Gong Juren, with a smiling face, pulled up a stool and sat next to Su Yu.
"Gong Juren? What are you doing here?" Su Yu looked up in surprise.
"Hehe... My family owns this place. I mentioned it to you before."
"Oh, I think you did..."
Su Yu thought for a moment. He did mention before that his family owned a hot pot restaurant.
"Aren't you that rich second generation from outside the school?" Zhang Yang had a good memory.
He had some impression of Gong Juren from when he was so high-profile at the beginning of the semester.
"Hehe, and who is this?"
Su Yu put down his chopsticks and introduced him. "This is Zhang Yang, my good buddy."
"So you're Brother Yang. Hello, I'm Brother Yu's colleague." Gong Juren greeted with a smile.
Zhang Yang was surprised by this rich second generation's attitude towards Su Yu.
However, he still nodded in response.
He suddenly felt that since the start of the semester, he couldn't quite figure out this Su Yu, his childhood friend.
"Su Yu, what have you been doing behind my back?" he whispered into Su Yu's ear.
"What's wrong?" The latter looked utterly bewildered.
"Why do I feel like everyone is trying to flatter you?" Zhang Yang had finally identified the problem.
That's right, whether it was Jiang Xiao'e or Gong Juren.
Their attitude towards Su Yu was abnormally good.
It made him vaguely feel that they were trying to curry favor.
Especially Gong Juren, his expression could be described as fawning.
"Oh, perhaps it's because I've written songs for them," Su Yu said, licking his lips contentedly after swallowing a mouthful of tripe.
He had to admit, among hot pot ingredients, tripe was eternally god-tier!
"You've only been with the company for a few days and you've already written two songs?"
"You could say that."
Strictly speaking, he was a transporter. The songs were from the system, and the system was his, so by extension, he wrote them. It was perfectly reasonable.
"Awesome, Brother Yang really underestimated you." As a student in the vocal department, Zhang Yang had some understanding of music production.
For a music producer to write one song a month was already amazing. Su Yu had produced two in just a few days.
Could this kid really be a genius?
But no matter how much of a genius he was, he was still a newcomer. What good songs could he write?
While Zhang Yang's thoughts were racing.
Gong Juren next to him was chatting with Jiang Xiao'e. After a few pleasantries.
He waved his hand generously and waived the bill for Su Yu and his group.
This also earned him the friendship of Zhang Yang, who was supposed to pay.
In a short while, the two were arm-in-arm, calling each other brothers.
...
After everyone had finished eating.
"Teacher Su, there's something I need to tell you."
Jiang Xiao'e called out to Su Yu.
"What is it?" Su Yu asked, looking at her while drinking yogurt.
Indeed, this Gong Juren was thoughtful. After the meal, he even asked a server to bring yogurt.
His physique wasn't very good to begin with, and after eating so much spicy food today, drinking some yogurt would help his stomach feel better.
"A few days ago, Lin Yanyu came to see me," Jiang Xiao'e said after thinking. "It's like this, she wants you to write a song for her. Are you interested?"
"She wants me to write a song?" Su Yu looked astonished.
Lin Yanyu, as an idol singer, had become popular online shortly after her debut. She was now at least a second-tier singer, so finding someone to write songs shouldn't be difficult, right?
Why would she come to him?
"She heard the song 'Later' and then came to ask me about you. But you told me not to reveal your identity to others, so I didn't tell her that you are Ting Yu."
"Okay, how about this? Tell her to go to Xinghui and find Manager Zhao. Whatever her requirements are, she can tell Manager Zhao."
Su Yu nodded. He and Lin Yanyu were friends, and he would naturally help a friend's request.
Jiang Xiao'e wasn't surprised that Su Yu agreed.
She knew there were some secrets between Su Yu and Lin Yanyu. Although she was curious, she didn't dare to ask.
"What? You're Ting Yu??"
"Hiss..."
Zhang Yang, who was picking his teeth with a toothpick, heard this news and flinched. The toothpick, due to excessive force, got stuck in his teeth, causing him pain. He yelped and gasped.
Ting Yu?
Su Yu is actually Ting Yu?
So, what Su Yu said earlier about writing songs for Jiang Xiao'e was writing "Later"!
He really liked this song. From the moment it was released, he had set it as his ringtone.
If someone else had said Su Yu was Ting Yu, he definitely wouldn't have believed it. But when the original singer said it, it was different.
He had no choice but to believe it, even if he didn't want to.
"Yes, didn't I tell you?" Su Yu, seeing his excitement, spread his hands innocently.
"You're talking nonsense! When did you ever tell me!" Zhang Yang was about to go mad.
How could he forget such a big thing?
"Oh, I think I forgot..."
"Forgot!"
Hearing this, Zhang Yang spat out a mouthful of blood. How could he forget something like this?
If he had such an achievement, he would want to write it down and stick it on his forehead.
How could Su Yu endure not mentioning such a show-offy thing?
"No way, I want songs too! Write songs for me!"
"Someone said not too long ago that you should write songs for me and I'd kneel and call you Dad."
"Call what? What Dad? Call Dad what?"
"Playing dumb, then there's nothing to talk about..."
"Damn it, Brother Yang can bend and stretch. I'll call you Dad if you want. Dad, I want songs!"
"Hmm, that feels good. But, I think it was said that you should kneel..."
"Write me songs! I want songs!"
"Cough, cough... Don't get too excited. I'll write them, I'll write them right away."
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