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Xiao Lang shrugged, "Is it strange? Do you know the Nobel Prize?"

Michael indeed glared at him, "I am not a person living on Mars, but an orthodox Earthling. Do you think I don't know Nobel?"

"Ahem, if it were Grammys, I wouldn't ask that." Xiao Lang wiped his forehead, "My teacher is the winner of the Nobel Prize!"

"Oh?" Michael was even more surprised, "Then why do you become a singer? Don't you Chinese think... uh, do you understand what I mean?"

Michael frowned when he said this, obviously searching for his pitiful knowledge about Chinese people's ideas, but this is not the case. Everything is inferior. Only with high school education, if he can become a scientist, most Chinese people may not choose to be a singer! Of course, in fact, it is not just China, but other countries should be the same, and the proportion may be smaller.

However, Xiao Lang, who has Chinese descent but grew up in a foreign country and has a life experience that is different from many people, obviously does not have this thinking. He will do whatever he wants to do. As for what "should", what "conventional" and what "recognized", why should he pay attention to it?

"So, do you want to show me? My heart disease expert?" Michael seemed to feel relieved after taking the medicine.

Xiao Lang was a little surprised and picked up the small bottle, "Can I take a look?"

"It's best to eat it!" Michael did not hide his disgust for the endless medicines.

"The effect seems to be coming very quickly." Xiao Lang looked at the explanation of the ingredients of the drug. He was a truly professional. After seeing propofol, he quickly thought that the content of propofol in this drug would not be small.

If you take this ingredient with stimulant function, the body will be burdened with a heavier body. Xiao Lang doesn't know what Michael's health is, but obviously Dr. Mory is more familiar than him.

So, there should be no problem.

"By the way, recently a Shennong company developed a new heart disease drug, which should be effective for your heart disease. You might as well let Dr. Mory find out. It is always good to have more choices." Xiao Lang was still quite happy because being able to use such a portion of propofol, obviously it means that Michael's physical condition is not as bad as he imagined, so he happily promoted his company's drugs! However, as he said, that new drug is suitable for Michael's heart disease.

"Is that right? OK, I do. Morrie said that the treatment effect of this medicine is not very good! But it will always be much more comfortable after taking it." Michael obviously became interested.

Xiao Lang was a little uneasy. Michael's description sounded like taking drugs, a short-term pleasure and a long-term pain!

Shaking his head and throwing away this idea.

"You want breakfast, right?" Xiao Lang looked at the time and approached eight o'clock.

Michael also glanced at the wall clock and said, "Yes, it will be delivered at eight o'clock. Or should I send one more?"

"Ahem, if you must be so polite."

"Haha," Michael hung up a phone call, changed the menu, and ordered two breakfasts.

Michael turned around and said, "I'm a vegetarian in the morning, you should be able to do it?"

One diced ginger, half a cup of skim milk oatmeal porridge, five grapes. This is the breakfast for 50-year-old Michael. This is actually very difficult for Michael who loves food, but for the sake of his appearance, Michael still resolutely did this.

The breakfast was delivered soon, and the waiter was obviously surprised that there was an extra stranger in the room and shared the breakfast with Michael! Apart from Mori and Tome, he had not seen a third person with such treatment yet!

Although this is not a five-star + hotel, Michael's stay here means it is not that easy to get in.

Michael's breakfast was still the same, while Xiao Lang's portion had an extra oat bread.

"Is it enough?" Michael glanced at Xiao Lang's well-proportioned figure, "Forget it, it's nothing to eat less!"

Xiao Lang laughed, and the two of them slowly eliminated the breakfast!

"Ok, if you're sure you don't need a break, then we can start discussing the matter." Michael was still feeling unsatisfied after eating the last grape.

Xiao Lang nodded and signaled ok.

"I saw the video on youtube, your piano song," Michael seemed to see Xiao Lang's doubts. "Because of the new album, I will read more on these websites. New things will always stimulate inspiration."

"If I had been able to create a perfect album in the darkroom twenty years ago, but now it won't work," Michael shook his head calmly. "My body has almost destroyed my spirit over the years, so it's already a bit difficult for me to create a perfect album. There are some works by very well-known composers in this new album. You know, I can no longer create all the songs!"

Xiao Lang was silent. If this was the case, his nose would feel sore when he heard it.

Michael was also very confused when he said such words to himself. You must know that it would be absolutely sensational if these words were heard. "Michael admits his old age and admits defeat"?

Perhaps, as he said, from those only songs, he might really be familiar with Xiao Lang's heart, and he also believes that Xiao Lang can understand his heart from his vast works.

So, I naturally said this.

But just as Xiao Lang naturally accepted Nichkhun's familiarity, Michael today does not hate this feeling. He stands too high, and the whole world is far away from him because of his legendary achievements or his various controversies. Apart from some old friends of Elizabeth Taylor, he really has no one who can tell the truth.

"Ok, talk about the serious business!" Michael patted his head, "Although in your heart, I may be a weak nagging little old man, but a singer who can perform dozens of world tours, you have to regard him as a 20-year-old guy. Oh, by the way, how old are you?"

"Twenty-one! It's a real 20-year-old man! Dear Mr. Michael, a young man who can conduct dozens of tours!" Xiao Lang was obviously trying to meet his preferences.

Sure enough, Michael smiled happily.

“About the piano…”

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

Michael rolled his eyes, "Okay, I'll push back. Damn Morrie, why did he come so early today!"

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Chapter completed!