Chen Chuxia held the phone and looked at Lin Nan for a moment. The look made Lin Nan's heart look weird.

"What the hell is wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?" Finally.

Lin Nan, who was stared at by Chen Chuxia for too long, felt uncomfortable in his heart, was defeated, turned his head helplessly and asked curiously.

"You went to sing yesterday?"

Chen Chuxia spoke in a humble voice, with a low voice.

Chen Xin, who was driving in the front row, played music and turned a blind eye to the conversation between Chen Chuxia and Lin Nan in the back row.

He was thinking about his own affairs, too.

This time, Zheng Gongcheng seemed to clearly plan to value Lin Nan, mainly because the brand language was later fermented and intensified. Not only did the effect not fade slowly because of the long time, but it had a lasting motivation.

Now the car is driving through the streets and alleys, and some of the rental advertising spaces have been rented out by Ta'an for money. The above is a very simple brand language.

Ta'an, never stop!

Just one sentence, it’s just right there.

This effect was terrible, so when Chen Xin spent half a day studying the economic benefits of this brand language later, the results obtained from mathematical models shocked him.

Before, I just thought Lin Nan was talented and amazing.

But now I do find that he still underestimated the influence of the brand language written by Lin Nan.

"Sing?" Lin Nan thought for a while and nodded: "Let's sing one."

"What's wrong?"

He was a little curious.

Logically speaking, there was no channel broadcast of the Chinese New Song audition last night.

And his time on stage was really shorter.

From going on stage to singing, it only takes five minutes to add up.

"You are very good. It seems that I really misunderstood you." Chen Chuxia's words felt a little sour, and his eyes towards Lin Nan became particularly complicated.

"Misunderstood me?"

Lin Nan was confused and didn't know what went wrong with Chen Chuxia's mind today.

"Yes, I used to think that although you were a bit messy and sometimes quite annoying, I didn't expect that in your heart, you would actually value learning so much?"

When Chen Chuxia said this, Lin Nan immediately realized that in addition to some inexplicable emotions, there was a little sympathy in Chen Chuxia's eyes when he looked at him.

Is it sympathy?

Lin Nan keenly noticed this.

This is like his eyes when he saw a stray cat who was not full in the park.

But why?

Lin Nan couldn't figure it out.

Seeing Lin Nan's look surprised.

Chen Chuxia didn't hide it, so she handed over the phone.

Lin Nan took the phone, glanced at it, and was stunned again.

Mobile phones are Chen Chuxia’s class group.

"The singer who sang this song "On the Qingming Rain" looks like Lin Nan!"

"Genius! My God, I write so nicely and sing so well. Why don't I make a debut directly? Isn't it much more fragrant as a celebrity than a book?"

"Then you don't know! Lin Nan refused the signing fee of 20 million in public because he felt that learning is very important!"

"The God of Learning is so handsome! The God of Learning is indeed a man who regards money as dirt! It's so awesome!"

...

...

In the group.

All the students in the group were furious.

Not only this group, but also many groups, are all circulating about the video of Lin Nan singing in the Huaxia New Song audition scene yesterday.

This video was recorded and posted online.

Xiacheng is not big.

On that day, students from Xiacheng No. 1 Middle School went to play on site. After a while, Lin Nan was pushed to the forefront.

Logically speaking, no matter how good this song is, it does not have such a strong communication gimmick. After all, it is an ancient-style song and has certain limitations.

The problem lies in the end Lin Nan sincerely rejected the signing fee of 20 million yuan. He didn't want to be a star, but he just felt that learning is more important than being a star?

My God!

What a noble character!

What a simple wish!

What a touching heart!

For a moment.

In countless classes, many people praised the scholar Lin Nan.

Lin Nan's name of the god of learning resounded through the whole school again.

But others don't know.

Chen Chuxia understood that Lin Nan was really a poor student.

His studies are really bad!

Chen Chuxia used to think that Lin Nan was not studying because he didn't study.

But after watching this video, Chen Chuxia found that she was wrong.

Lin Nan’s poor study is not because he doesn’t study. His learning attitude is correct and he also loves learning. Otherwise, he would not have refused 20 million for the sake of learning.

Is this what a normal person does?

But with such a strong desire to learn, Lin Nan has been a poor student for many years.

What does this mean?

Chen Chuxia felt a little sad when she thought that Lin Nan might be born with insufficient IQ.

She admires Lin Nan's desire and love for learning,

At the same time, he also sympathizes with Lin Nan, a particularly bulky head in his study.

Too miserable!

In a moment.

Chen Chuxia was mixed with all kinds of flavors, and his eyes were also changing when he looked at Lin Nan.

Lin Nan looked at her.

She looked at Lin Nan.

The two people looked at each other in the back of the narrow car.

Lin Nan looked at her as if she was looking at a fool.

She looked at Lin Nan as if she was looking at an idiot.

Looking at each other speechlessly.

"Don't worry, I will work hard to help you in the future."

Chen Chuxia finally spoke, as if she had made up some decision: "Although..."

"Although I'm still a little angry."

She lowered her voice in the second half of the sentence, and said it very lightly, as if she was talking to herself, saying it to herself.

But it was still accurately captured by Lin Nan.

"What does it mean?"

Lin Nan was a little overwhelmed and wanted to ask clearly.

But wherever he saw, Chen Chuxia had turned his head and looked out the car window.

She pressed the car window, and the breeze blew in from outside the car window, rushing towards Lin Nan with the unique girlish aura.

A little indescribable scent.

I don’t know if it’s the natural fragrance that comes with girls, the smell of shampoo, or the sweetness of washing powder.

Chen Chuxia's long black hair whirled slightly, and the ends of the hair were facing Lin Nan's direction. Several hairs were blown by the wind on the tip of Lin Nan's nose, which felt a little itchy.
To be continued...