MTL - My Artist Is Reborn-Chapter 8 number 8

Bai Yijia feels that she has been unlucky recently. The recording of the new specialization is not smooth. Cassie recently signed a few newcomers and took away most of her energy. It is not as good as Bai Qijia.

Bai Jiajia endured for a few days, and finally couldn’t help but rush to cassie: "What choreography are you looking for! Actually so perfunctory!"

Cassie's face is also very difficult to read: "What are you talking about! Mike is a senior choreographer. Do you know how much it takes me to pay for it!"

Bai Jiajia tightened his brows. He heard the reputation of mike. He had a great expectation. He didn’t expect to see people, but the mike’s choreography seemed to be fancy, but the two names that Shen Huai gave him were unknown. The dance teacher is not as good.

Cassie saw that he didn't talk, his face softened: "Oh, don't play a little temper, go to the song in the afternoon, I have already arranged for you to make a recording of the studio."

Speaking of the studio, Bai Yujia feels worse, complaining: "I used to record the singles in the studio of Star Art. Now I actually squeeze the company's ordinary studio with the little artists, and the recording you are looking for. Teacher, even the simple sound repair can't be done well, let alone other things, saying that he can't say two sentences..."

Cassie listened to her eyelids, and she couldn't stand it anymore. She ridiculed: "The professional studios of Star Art are all used by the first-line kings. You can steal them once and use them. You have been fooled by the so-called millions of voicers on the Internet. It’s better to practice singing than to do it! What are you singing here! Even if you didn’t have a single song before, you have to go through it!”

Bai Jiajia couldn’t help it: "I don’t care, I have always been like this..."

Cassie was too lazy to talk to him. She looked at her watch and was impatient. "I will pick you up later, and I will not go to the trouble of Shen Huai in the future. What is your identity, what is your identity? He has something to worry about."

Cassie hurriedly left after he finished, and Bai Jiajia opened his mouth and only responded to him by shaking the door.

He was so angry that he slammed on the sofa. As a result, he reached the big toe, and he almost cried. He finally sat on the sofa in an angry manner, ready to watch the rainbow fart of the fans to appease the mood. Who knows that just opened Weibo, they found that Ye Haozheng hangs high in the heat search first.

Bai Jiajia thundered and threw the phone directly to the wall.

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It’s too late for Shen Huai to return home. I found that the room was dark and only the direction of the kitchen was a little bright. He walked over with a bit of wonder, and saw Ye Hao in front of the refrigerator, holding a few breads in his face, and holding a bottle of milk in his mouth.

Shen Huai: "...what are you doing?"

Ye Hao was shocked and almost licked by a sip of milk.

Shen Huai walked over quickly, took the snacks in his hand and asked, "You didn't eat." He looked at the dining table and found that there were two unmoved meals on it.

Shen Huai is speechless: "Auntie said that you are not responding to dinner, you can't finish eating and busy again."

Ye Hao coughed a little and was embarrassed: "I have never heard the outside world when I was working, and I have already noticed this when I realized it."

Shen Huai took him no way, took off his jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves and said: "You should eat a pad first, I will give you a bowl of noodles."

Ye Hao was shocked: "You will cook too!"

Shen Huai, while boiling water, said: "There will be only the following articles and a little simple home cooking, not as powerful as you think."

About because of the lack of sunshine all the year round, Shen Huai's arm is very white. As his movements reveal a smooth muscle line, the warm light falls on it, as if adding a layer of soft light, softening his too cold temperament.

Ye Hao couldn't help but joke: "Agent, you look like a sage..."

Shen Huai glanced coldly, and Ye Hao felt the murder inside and wisely swallowed the rest.

Shen Huai licked an egg with one hand, and the transparent egg white fell into the pot, and it quickly turned into white, the edges sizzled, and the air suddenly scented.

Ye Xuan swallowed his mouth and pressed his stomach, eager to find a topic to divert attention.

"You look very skilled. Did you learn from your aunt?"

The action of Shen Huai seems to have been paused. He said: "No, it was learned after the parents passed away."

Ye Shuzhen: "I'm sorry."

"Nothing, it has been many years." Shen Huai faintly, put the cooked noodles in front of Ye Hao, "eat it."

The steaming noodles exudes a tempting aroma, the eggs are fried on both sides of the golden, with two hot cabbages lying next to them, sprinkled with chopped green onions, full of color and flavor, making people move their fingers.

However, Ye Hao saw this bowl of noodles, somehow I thought of the young Shen Huai licking his lips and cooking silently.

He was very serious and quietly comforted: "You don't feel bad, and then you will have to die again. It will only get better and better in the future."

Shen Huaiyi, I don’t know what Ye Hao’s brain has made up for. He is trying to explain, but he sees Ye Hao’s serious eyes. Those words are not circled in the end and he finally nodded. He smiled and nodded: "it is good."

Ye Hao sighed and the whole person returned to the appearance of the weekday grand priest: "This is right, I will be red when I am older, I will cover you."

Shen Huai: "..."

After eating noodles, Ye Hao’s whole person seems to have come alive. He took Shen Huai and went upstairs to watch his new composition. This song he sang many times, very familiar, these years, he is doing nothing, and there are no Less adaptation of the idea.

Shen Huai listened to Ye Hao, and it was a bit embarrassing. He didn't expect Ye Hao's speed to be so fast, but in just one day, he completed the arrangement of the whole song. Ye Hao put down the guitar and explained his own arrangement ideas.

After listening to Shen Huai’s eyebrows, he said: "You are not a simple arranger. The company's recording studio may not be suitable. I will find another studio for you."

Ye Hao quickly waved his hand: "No need to use it. When there is a band at the scene, I will record a simple demo."

Shen Huai: "But..."

"In addition to looking for a studio to spend extra money!" Ye Hao said, "You are not easy, do not spend this kind of money, I am still participating in the competition, there is no income, you can not get the commission, the money is still Save some flowers."

The tens of billions of people in the house, Shen Huai, were silent for a moment, and then slammed "Hm".

Ye Hao also appeased him: "I heard that the champion can get one million. You can rest assured that I will not lose. We will have money soon."

This point of Shen Huai is not doubtful, Ye Hao saw his approval, excitedly relying on the past, hooked his shoulders and patted hard, very confident.

"I said that I want to cover you, you will wait for me to drink spicy afterwards!"

Shen Huai silently endured the arm on his shoulder and felt that Ye Hao was good everywhere. He liked the habit of hooking his shoulders and changed.

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Although Ye Hao has a lot of powder in this game, the black history of the past can't be erased. Compared with believing that his singing skills are advancing by leaps and bounds, more people think that he just smashed the cat into a dead mouse and picked the right song. However, such good luck is difficult to copy. At this time, his speech at the time of grouping Some are black.

The world has never been unfair, and the strength of the arrogant is called self-confidence, and without strength, it will only be laughed at by itself.

After the game, Zheng Zhao issued a connotation microblog, although it was quickly deleted, but the content of Weibo has triggered speculation by netizens, and they all think that the person mentioned in Zheng Zhao Weibo is Ye Hao.

For a time, the rumors that Ye Hao and other players did not agree with each other were even worse. Ye Hao, who had already disappeared, had come out to be a demon.

[But if you play it once, shake it up, low pen]

[So arrogant, sit and wait for the next week]

[Next week is the stage of cooperation, sympathy with his teammates]

[Textbook level face, next week live broadcast must be very good 2333, abide by]

[蹲守+1]

This is a lot of trouble, but Ye Hao himself and his company have been quiet, and only some fans have defended him in vain.

Shen Huai looked at the enthusiasm on Weibo, but it was just a small fight for him. It is not difficult to suppress it. It’s just that he knows how many of these are the waters of other companies. This time, there will be another time, and he has never liked to spend more time on such things.

Since it is necessary to solve this problem, it is necessary to fight this slap, even if it can not be done once and for all, at least let these people remember the pain.

So, when the sunspots were smug, thinking that they had a great victory, the situation suddenly turned over.

A microblog was topped up.

Fan Jing: The children sang very well.

Who is Fan Jing? It is a singer at the palace level. The music scene has stood for more than 30 years and the nationality is extremely high. Although he has gradually turned to music teaching in the past few years, he rarely appears in the media, but his status is still there, plus he is still the original singer of "No Old Songs". This sentence is said, Weibo suddenly blows up. .

The water army is inconspicuous, and the great **** like Fan Jing can move without the money. The water army takes money to do things, but they don’t want to offend any big people. Originally thought that it was just a kid who had no foundation in the background, but the meaning of Fan Jing, the big god, is different.

The water army immediately died down.

Several entertainment companies that invited the Shuijun were also unable to say anything. Before Ye Hao’s suicides were raging, and they didn’t look at someone’s protection. They thought that it was a small transparency that could be bullied at will. Too cautious, I am afraid that the handles are held in the hands of others. It is clear that the other party beats them by Fan Jing’s hand. If they don’t know how to be good, they will not be so gentle.

Without these professional sunspots, online remarks are no longer one-sided. After all, ordinary people's ideas are simple. If you are a professional, who can compare Fan Jing, the great gods are sure about Ye Hao, are these keyboards on the Internet bb more powerful than Fan Jing?

Now that Fan Jing is stamped and certified, Ye Hao’s strength is unquestionable. Many people still doubted whether he could sing "Summerbug", and now he has some expectations.

Bai Yujia looked at Weibo indefinitely and pinched the new phone tightly.

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At this moment, his assistant poked his head and said: "Zi Jia, the studio over there to call, in the afternoon to Ye Hao recorded demo, and moved our time to tomorrow."

"Snapped!"

The cell phone slammed on the wall and was scrapped.

Bai Yujia gnashed his teeth: "Ye 沧!!!"