Lin Zhou walked to the bathroom door and knocked on the door.

"Miss Su, Miss Su?"

There is no sound inside.

Lin Zhou felt nervous. He might have fainted again, right?

As soon as he turned the door handle, it was locked inside. Lin Zhou became anxious, took two steps back and was about to kick the door.

"What's up?"

Su Qingmei's voice suddenly came from the bathroom, slightly panting.

Lin Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly:

"Miss Su, why did it take you so long to wash?"

There was the sound of rushing water inside, and Su Qingmei said: "The washing is done, please wait a moment."

After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened, and Su Qingmei came out in pajamas, her hair wet and a little messy.

Lin Zhou felt a little strange and couldn't help but ask:

"Miss Su, are you okay?"

Su Qingmei shook her head: "It's okay, you can go wash it, I'm asleep."

After saying that, he walked towards his bed.

"Miss Su."

Lin Zhou stopped her. Su Qingmei paused and seemed a little nervous. She turned around and said, "What?"

Lin Zhou found a hair dryer from the bathroom, walked out and handed it to her: "Remember to blow dry your hair to avoid catching a cold."

Su Qingmei took the hair dryer and said, "Oh." She lowered her head and agreed.

Lin Zhou just thought she was still angry and didn't care. He took his clothes and entered the bathroom.

After closing the door, Lin Zhou discovered that in addition to the bathroom, there was also a quite large bathtub next to the bathroom.

Moreover, the bathroom was clean without a drop of water, but the bathtub was obviously wet.

This meant that Su Qingmei took a bath in the bathtub just now, which was not surprising. However, Lin Zhou remembered hearing the sound of rushing water outside and Su Qingmei's breathing.

He immediately understood that she was practicing holding her breath!

Last night he told Su Qingmei that she could practice holding her breath in the bathtub to increase her breath when singing.

As a result, she couldn't wait to start practicing today.

No wonder she took so long to take a shower tonight.

Probably because she was still having a "cold war" with herself, she didn't want to tell herself that she was practicing holding her breath just now, so she did it secretly.

Lin Zhou shook his head and laughed. The cold goddess in the eyes of outsiders looked to him like a child who liked to make trouble.

No, it stands to reason that Su Qingmei and I are neither relatives nor friends, so I can be considered an outsider, right?

Suddenly, Lin Zhou remembered what Su Qingmei said before changing clothes in the car that day.

"He is not an outsider."

Lin Zhou looked back at the bathroom door. The sound of the hair dryer was heard outside. In the quiet night, it did not seem noisy, but had a trivial and warm atmosphere of life.

A tingling feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

This feeling is called peace.

Men take showers very quickly, but Lin Zhou came out in just ten minutes.

The quilt on the bed in the back bulged, revealing a slender curve.

Su Qingmei has already fallen asleep.

Lin Zhou nodded, thinking that he was finally obedient and not so willful.

However, when he got into his bed, picked up his phone and took a look, he quickly stopped laughing.

Just now, Gu Mei sent him two messages in the private message of Suren Station:

"Teacher Sesshu, you wrote a good poem. Is it really about the fish-man singer?"

"The poem you entered in the poetry competition was also the song 'The king is in ruins and the country is in ruins'?"

Well, I thought she was asleep, but it turns out she was hiding under the quilt and secretly playing with her mobile phone!

It is estimated that while he was taking a shower, Su Qingmei saw the song "Song and Dance" he posted on the amateur website before, and then watched the video about the preliminary selection of the "Poetry Contest" posted by the fish singer in the evening.

Lin Zhou was a little helpless, but he still overestimated Su Qingmei's consciousness.

He lay on his side, with his back to Su Qingmei's bed, and hid under the quilt, before typing a reply:

"That poem is not about the fish-man singer."

Su Qingmei quickly replied: "Who wrote that?"

Lin Zhou thought for a while, but didn't tell the truth, "I didn't write about anyone, I just wrote it for fun."

Then he changed the topic: "I participated in the poetry competition with another poem."

Gu Mei: "Oh, you really can write poetry? That's amazing."

Sesshu: "It's so late, why don't you rest?"

Gu Mei: "I'm going to bed soon. Can you show me the poem you entered?"

Sesshu: "Are you interested in poetry?"

Gu Mei: "The elective in college is ancient Chinese poetry. Accumulating more will be beneficial to singing."

Sesshu: "I'll send you the poem, and you'll rest?"

Gu Mei: "Okay."

So Lin Zhou sent her "Wandering Son's Song".

"Can you sleep now?"

The other person was silent for a while and then replied:

"Sleep."

Lin Zhou turned off the screen of his mobile phone, quietly turned sideways, and looked up at Su Qingmei's bed.

I saw the quilt move slightly, a slender arm stretched out, and placed the mobile phone on the bedside table.

Then he took a pack of tissues on the bedside table and put it under the quilt.

Lin Zhou was confused, wasn't he asleep? What were he doing with tissues?

At this moment, under Su Qingmei's quilt, she was wiping the corners of her eyes with a tissue.

I miss my mother.

After being busy for a while, I asked Sister Hong to adjust her schedule and go home to spend a few days with my mother.

correct……

The girl held the quilt and wrapped it tightly around her body. Only her face was exposed, and she blinked her cold eyes that were as clear as water.

Why does Sesshu, like that guy, also like to urge me to sleep?

…

Two days later.

Shencheng, the headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

Guo Muzhi came out of the elevator, and everyone he met greeted him:

"Mr. Guo."

"Hello, Teacher Guo."

Among them were several young girls with admiring eyes. Guo Muzhi smiled and nodded in response.

He is a famous poet in China and one of the vice-presidents of the Poetry Association. He has published three poetry collections and has many fans.

In his thirties, elegant, handsome and talented, this is when a man is in his prime.

"Lao Guo is here? Just in time, the organizer has put the top 100 works on the official blog. Come, let's take a look."

When he walked into an office, a man wearing glasses greeted him with a smile.

This is the president of the Poetry Association, his name is Zhang Zheng. It’s very interesting to say that Zhang Zheng can’t actually write poetry, but he is the president of the Poetry Association.

Because he obtained the sponsorship funds for the association and the funds for the poets to publish poetry collections.

Zhang Zheng also participated in the planning of this Chinese Poetry Competition. In order to attract sponsorship and expand influence, they even roped in an amateur station that was out of reach as a co-organizer.

Although poets don't look down on those vulgar amateur websites, they have money, so in order to promote poetry, they can still try to associate with vulgarity occasionally.

As for the children’s entries on the Amateur Station, people from the Poetry Association disdained them.
To be continued...