Reborn I don't need a heroine

After finishing dinner with Pei Ningle in the cafeteria, Wang Heng accompanied her to the bar outside the school, and then slipped away.

There was still a lot of time before the singing began, but Wang Heng didn't stay for even a minute longer and slipped away quite quickly.

So Pei Ningle could only sit in the bar, drinking free warm water, bored.

Suddenly, a man with his hair combed back came over and said, "Little sister, how old are you? Can't you drink wine?"

Pei Ningle shook the cup in his hand: "Yes, so this is plain water."

The man smiled again and said, "It's so boring to drink water even after you've arrived at the bar? Can my brother buy you a drink?"

Pei Ningle asked back: "You said that I can't drink at my age, and you still invite me to drink?"

"A small cup, don't worry, it's fine."

The girl shook her head: "No, I'm going to be on stage later, so Brother Tao won't even let me drink Coke."

"On stage?"

When the man was in a daze, he heard another voice from behind, it was Yan Zitao, the owner of the bar.

"My friend, you can pick up any other beauties here, but this little sister is an exception. She is our professional resident singer."

Resident singer? He glanced at Yan Zitao, and found that he seemed to be the owner of this bar. When he came to hook up with girls the first two times, he saw this brother Tao ordering the waiter at the counter... But looking at this immature girl again, it is really Can't believe it.

The man shrugged: "What will my little sister sing later? A nursery rhyme?"

Pei Ningle showed no signs of being irritated, but replied calmly: "You will know after listening."

"Then I'll just wait and see." After speaking, the man turned and walked away.

Yan Zitao glanced at him, looked away, looked at the girl in front of him, and said, "I found you a good job."

After going through thousands of miles to send heads to the kidnappers, coupled with Wang Heng's repeated emphasis, Pei Ningle already has a strong sense of vigilance.

She asked alertly, "What job?"

Yan Zitao: "It's the Telecommunications University nearby. Their school will hold a welcome party for new students at the end of September, and there will be a song and dance performance. It just so happens that I know the teacher from the administration office of their school. Show her. People said, I hope you will go on stage and sing two songs, and I can give you two thousand yuan."

Pei Ningle was taken aback for a moment: "Two...two thousand?"

Yan Zitao nodded: "You also think it's a little less, don't you? I think so too, so I told her, don't be so stingy if you are a top-notch key university in the country."

The girl slapped the table: "Is this considered stingy!"

In her head, singing two songs for less than ten minutes can get two thousand yuan, which is already the treatment of a big boss.

Yan Zitao laughed: "A gala singer, two thousand a time, is very stingy. So I negotiated the price for you, and we talked about three thousand. Think about it..."

"Don't think about it!" Pei Ningle interrupted impatiently, "I'll take it, no problem!"

Hearing this, Yan Zitao laughed even more happily, as if he was amused by his little niece at home.

He asked again: "Then do you want to tell your cousin? If I remember correctly, he seems to be a student of the University of Telecommunications, right? When the time comes, let him recruit a group of people to support you on the spot."

Pei Ningle thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, give him a surprise. During the party, I suddenly came on stage and frightened him. That would be more interesting, right? I don't need support anyway."

Yan Zitao looked with a little appreciation: "That's right, with your strength, after singing the two songs, many of those students will definitely become your fans. I asked that teacher, it's not good to be on stage. Advertising, but I can print a batch of leaflets first, and send someone to distribute them at the school gate after you finish singing, and I guess I can attract many new customers..."

The girl smiled a little embarrassedly, but there was no doubt that there was a gleam of confidence in those big eyes.

She thought for a while, and then asked, "Then, do you need a rehearsal?"

"I'm not sure about this, you can ask her directly," Yan Zitao said, taking out a business card, "Talk to this teacher, just say I introduced you. She has already seen your video I am looking forward to you..."

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When Wang Heng returned to the dormitory, he saw that his desk had been taken.

Sun Xingsi sat at Wang Heng's desk and played games, but he used his own laptop. And the teammates who started hacking together were Tang Hexing and Fu Hanwen.

"Wait a minute, this one will be finished soon!" Sun Xingsi glanced at the owner of the desk, and his hands kept moving.

But Fu Hanwen couldn't express his agreement: "Why is it over soon? It's still early for this game!"

Tang Hexing said weakly: "Well, our highland towers are gone..."

"It's not over yet!" Fu Hanwen squeezed the mouse tightly.

However, two minutes later, their crystals finally exploded.

Sun Xingsi stood up with the computer in his arms, and sighed, "Brother Fu, you can't move us."

Tang Hexing was also a little melancholy: "I knelt down three times tonight."

Fu Hanwen stared at his record of 12 kills and 3 kills, Tang Hexing's 0 kills and 8 kills, and Sun Xingsi's 2 kills and 9 kills, and was speechless for a while.

Seeing this, Wang Heng expressed deep sympathy. He pressed Sun Xingsi, and pushed the buddy back to the desk: "You guys keep playing, you must break the curse of kneeling tonight. This desk is for you. I'll go to bed and read a book."

Sun Xingsi nodded solemnly: "Well, the curse must be broken!"

Tang Hexing: "Brother Fu, you need to give more strength to your next move!"

Fu Hanwen: "..."

Wang Heng gloated and went to brush his teeth and wash his face.

There are still two or three hours before the lights are turned off. He finished washing early and went to bed with a book. The upper bunk is so well lit that you don't even need a lamp.

Tonight, what Wang Heng read was "Python Advanced and Practical Combat Cases Encyclopedia".

Last week, from self-study at the beginning, to the success of changing majors, and joining Lu Qi's company after graduation... He has always used C language. But now thinking about the trend seven years later, he also feels that it is necessary to learn something new.

Compared with being a code coolie, wouldn't it be better if you can play with fields such as artificial intelligence and big data, and give yourself the title of "AI scientist" or "data scientist"?

The point is that he can do this before others, and it will not conflict with making a lot of money at all. He can study investment opportunities such as Bitcoin at the same time. In this way, he will become an academic genius and a multi-millionaire at the same time before graduating from his undergraduate degree... Thinking about it, Wang Heng suddenly came to his senses, quickly stopped the fanciful thoughts in his mind, and opened the book in his hand.

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Thanks to Mo Jiuyao and Petikius for their rewards, and everyone's support for the recommendation votes - during the new book recommendation period, the recommendation vote data seems to be quite important, so thank you all!

And, although I'm a bit late after midnight, I still have to say - Happy Lantern Festival!