Chapter 0760: Bro, Just Confess!

Every gain comes with a loss—this principle is an absolute maxim, and Zhao Fusheng was now experiencing it deeply. It's often said that a beauty's favor is the hardest to bear. Having enjoyed Fan Baobao's almost imperial service, he naturally had to pay the price with hard work.

Since he wanted to record a song, he had to go to a studio. After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng simply called Li Jian.

Receiving Zhao Fusheng's call, Li Jian was a bit surprised but agreed anyway—it wasn't a big deal.

But what intrigued him more was that Zhao Fusheng had written another song.

"This song..."

After reading the score, Li Jian remained silent for a long time.

"What, something wrong?" Zhao Fusheng asked quickly when he saw Li Jian not speaking.

After all, Li Jian was a professional musician; compared to him, Zhao Fusheng was far behind.

On this matter, Zhao Fusheng was self-aware.

"Not wrong, just a bit surprised. I didn't expect you could write such a good song for a girl," Li Jian said after a long while, smiling at Zhao Fusheng. "If this song is released, it could at least boost a second-tier singer."

He was a professional, with a clearer understanding of this than Zhao Fusheng. In Zhao Fusheng's eyes, it was just an ordinary song, but in Li Jian's view, this song could do a lot.

"We'll talk about releasing it later. I need to get this done for my girlfriend and her roommate," Zhao Fusheng said to Li Jian with a wry smile.

Li Jian nodded. He had met Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun, so he understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning.

"But I can't sing this song. I'll find someone for you," Li Jian said after thinking for a moment.

They were going to record a demo. For a song like this, two men couldn't sing it well; they needed a female singer.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback: "Can't we just record it casually?"

Li Jian shrugged: "The thing is, I can't convey that emotion..."

Blinking, Zhao Fusheng wanted to complain but held back, letting Li Jian take charge.

Li Jian stepped out of the studio to make a call, leaving Zhao Fusheng sitting there waiting.

Zhao Fusheng understood what Li Jian was up to—he had his own little schemes, which was normal.

If he were a completely innocent boy who knew nothing, Li Jian wouldn't have lasted in this circle.

But both he and Zhao Fusheng knew that trivial little schemes were acceptable to both sides; who doesn't have personal thoughts?

Water too pure has no fish. If Li Jian acted completely selfless, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't dare to have deep dealings with him. The reason was simple: if a person has no desires, what they seek is even greater.

Soon, Li Jian returned, but behind him followed a long-haired girl.

"This is Ye Bei, a friend of mine," Li Jian introduced with a smile. "I think she's perfect for this song."

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Alright, then I'll trouble Miss Ye."

"You're too kind. We're all friends. Can I take a look at the score first?" Ye Bei seemed very straightforward, not looking down on Zhao Fusheng because of his youth, and instead asked to see the music first.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and handed over the score.

Then he gave Li Jian a meaningful look.

In human psychology, there are several safety boundaries: how far strangers should be, how close social acquaintances can get, how intimate friends can be, and who can have close contact—all clearly defined in the subconscious.

If one party forcibly breaks these boundaries, it causes strong discomfort in the other. For example, a stranger's touch makes most people feel a strong sense of alertness, and in severe cases, they might even instinctively fight back.

Clearly, the safety boundary between Ye Bei and Li Jian was quite intimate. At least in Zhao Fusheng's view, their relationship was definitely not simple.

While Ye Bei familiarized herself with the score, Zhao Fusheng and Li Jian chatted idly.

"How have you been lately?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Li Jian with a smile. Since releasing that album at the beginning of the year, Li Jian had become a popular singer. At least, Zhao Fusheng had seen a lot of news about him online.

"Just busy with this and that. You know, I can't do anything but sing," Li Jian shrugged and said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Heh..." Zhao Fusheng indicated that Tsinghua University would disagree.

"But you look like you haven't been resting well," Zhao Fusheng frowned as he looked at Li Jian.

He had noticed when he came to see Li Jian today that the guy seemed very tired, his overall mental state was poor, and even now chatting, he was forcing himself.

Li Jian nodded helplessly: "Isn't it like this for all artists? We have no time for ourselves."

Zhao Fusheng didn't say anything. In society now, it's like this in every industry: they treat women like men and men like beasts, working non-stop as long as you don't die from exhaustion.

The difference between stars and office workers is just how much they earn; in the eyes of their respective bosses, their function is essentially the same.

"If you're tired, take a rest. You're not someone who depends on this," Zhao Fusheng said to Li Jian after a moment of silence.

Li Jian, who had been sitting quietly, was startled, then smiled.

He had to admit, although they rarely kept in touch, Zhao Fusheng might really be his soulmate, because he always hit the nail on the head.

Recently, Li Jian had indeed felt very tired—a deep sense of exhaustion, as if he could no longer find what he was looking for in this circle. In short, he had even lost the feeling for writing songs.

For a creative singer, this was undoubtedly a frightening thing.

"I plan to take a break,"

Li Jian said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile after a moment of silence.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and didn't continue the topic. Some things are best left at a hint.

At that moment, Ye Bei signaled from the studio that she was familiar with the score and ready to start recording. Zhao Fusheng and Li Jian exchanged smiles and walked in side by side.

"When I was still an innocent girl, met love, didn't understand love, from the past to the present..."

The melodious singing began. Ye Bei's voice was very pleasant; at least in Zhao Fusheng's view, her rendition of this song was no worse than the Hong Kong female singer in his memory.

The demo was quickly completed. Before leaving, Zhao Fusheng suddenly said to Li Jian, "Is Ye Bei really your junior?"

"Cough..."

"Cough..."

Both the man and woman coughed almost simultaneously. The usually reserved Li Jian's face turned red, and he opened his mouth to explain.

"Forget it, whatever the relationship, since she's one of us, then have your company contact me later. This song can be given to Miss Ye to sing."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand, not giving Li Jian a chance to explain: "Let me be clear, this is for your sake. Seriously, why are you so bad at expressing yourself after all this time?"

With that, he turned and left, leaving Li Jian and Ye Bei staring at each other.

Though reluctant to admit it, the problem before them was: according to Zhao Fusheng, Li Jian and Ye Bei were 'one of us,' so he agreed to give the song to Ye Bei. If they weren't, then naturally the song couldn't be given to Ye Bei.

"Um, Ye Bei, don't misunderstand. Fusheng likes to joke around."

After a long while, Li Jian said bitterly.

No matter what, he couldn't deny that he had indeed been eager and thought the song suited Ye Bei, so he brought her here. But he didn't expect Zhao Fusheng to see through his intentions and corner him.

Ye Bei bit her lip and looked at Li Jian: "Do you like me?"

Huh?

Li Jian was dumbfounded, stammering, "I, I..."

"I don't want to miss out, don't want to regret ten years from now for not being with the person I like," Ye Bei said slowly, looking at Li Jian.

Li Jian was startled, then breathed a sigh of relief: "Silly girl, don't you know that confessions should be initiated by the guy?"

With that, he leaned down and kissed the girl on the lips.