My Artist Is Reborn Chapter 8

Bai Jiajia felt that he had been very unlucky recently, and the recording of the new show was not smooth. Ca.s.sie recently signed several newcomers and divided most of her energy. She was not as enthusiastic about Bai Jiajia as she was at the beginning.

Bai Jiajia put up with it for a few days, and finally couldn't help getting angry at Ca.s.sie: “What ch.o.r.eographer are you looking for?” How can you be so perfunctory?! “

Ca.s.sie's face was ugly too: “You're talking nonsense! Mike is a veteran ch.o.r.eographer. Do you know how hard it was for me to get him to do it? “

Bai Jiajia tightened his eyebrows. He had heard of Mike's reputation and had great expectations. He was disappointed to see Mike's ch.o.r.eography it seemed fancy, but it was worse than the two little-known dance teachers Shen Huai had invited for him.

When Ca.s.sie saw that he was silent, his face softened. “Come on, don't be petty. Go record songs this afternoon. I've already made an appointment for you in the studio.”

Speaking of the studio, Bai Jiajia was in an even worse mood, complaining, “I used to record singles in the studio of Star Art. But now I am squeezed in the ordinary studio of the company with those little artists, and recording engineer you hired can't even do simple voice modification, let alone anything else, because he can't say either of them…”

Ca.s.sie's eyelids jumped, and even if she had a good temper, she couldn't stand it any longer. “Star Art is a professional recording studio, used by the first-line kings” she scoffed. ” You can steal music once you pick it up and use it, and repair it?” You are fooled by so-called million sound repairers on the Internet. You might as well practice singing well with that effort. What are you singing about?! Even if you don't have the intention of singing before, you'll have to live well.”

Bai Jiajia could not help it: “I don't care, I have always been like this…”

Ca.s.sie was too lazy to talk to him. She looked at her watch and said impatiently, “I'll have someone pick you up later.” also, don't go to find trouble with Shen Huai. What's your ident.i.ty, what's Ye Cang's ident.i.ty, and what's there to worry about with him? “

When Ca.s.sie finished, she left in a hurry. Bai Jiajia opened his mouth and only the shaking door panels responded to him.

He kicked the foot of the sofa with anger. As a result, he knocked his big toe so hard that he almost cried out in pain. Finally, he sat down on the sofa angrily, ready to watch the rainbow fanart of his fans for a while to appease his mood. But when he just opened Weibo, he Found Ye Cangz hanging high in the hot searches.

Bai Jiajia was furious and smashed his cell phone directly into the wall.

–

It was very late for Shen Huai to get home. He found that the room was dark and only the direction of the kitchen was a little bright. He walked over somewhat puzzled and saw Ye Cang squatting in front of the refrigerator, with a few slices of bread in his hands and a bottle of milk in his mouth.

Shen Huai: “… What are you doing? “

Ye Cang was startled and almost choked on a mouthful of milk.

Shen Huai came quickly, took the snack of his hand, and asked, “You didn't eat?” He looked at the table and found two untouched meals on it.

Shen Huai was speechless: “Auntie said you did not respond to call to eat, no matter how busy you are, can you eat it?”

Ye Cang coughed slightly, somewhat embarra.s.sed: “I have never heard voices of the outside world when I work, and by the time I realized it, it had already come to this point.”

Shen Huai couldn't help it. He took off his coat, rolled up his s.h.i.+rt sleeves, and said, “You should eat first, I'll get you a bowl of noodles.”

Ye Cangz said, “You can cook?!”

Shen Huai, said while neatly boiling water “It's just noodles and simple home-cooked food. It's not as good as you think.”

Because it had not seen the sun all year-round, Shen Huai arm was very white, his movements revealed vaguely smooth muscle lines, the warm light fell on it, as if adding a layer of soft light, softened his overly cold temperament.

Ye Cang could not help joking: “Agent, you look like a sage…”

Shen Huai glanced coldly over. Ye Cang felt the murderous intent, wisely swallowed the rest of the words.

Shen Huai knocked an egg with one hand, and the transparent egg white fell into the pan and soon became white, with the edges roaring and giving off a fragrance in the air.

Ye Cang swallowed saliva and pressed his cooing stomach, eager to find some topics to distract his attention.

“You look very proficient. Did you learn it from your Aunt?”

Shen Huai's action seemed to pause. He said, “No, I learned it after my parents pa.s.sed away.”

Ye Cang froze: “I'm sorry.”

“Nothing. It's been years.” Shen Huai faintly put the cooked noodles in front of Ye Cang “Eat.”

The steaming noodles exude an attractive aroma. The fried eggs were golden on both sides. Next to them lay two hot cabbages. Sporadic scallions dotted them. They were full of color, fragrance, and taste, which made people move their fingers.

However, when Ye Cang saw the bowl of noodles, he somehow thought of the way the young Shen Huai pursed his lips and cooked silently.

He was very serious and quietly comforted: “Don't be sad, no matter how hard it is, it will only get better and better in the future.”

Shen Huai, do not know what Ye Cang brain has made up in the end, he was trying to explain, but when he saw Ye Cang serious eyes. He didn't say those words around his mouth and finally say, he smiled and nodded: “Okay.”

Ye Cang breathed a sigh of relief, that the whole person returned to his usual appearance: “That's right. When my brother gets old, I'll take care of you.”

Shen Huai: “…”

After eating noodles, Ye Cang seemed to come alive and dragged Shen Huai upstairs to see his new arrangement. He sang this song many times and was very familiar with it. He had nothing to do being ghosts these years, and he had a lot of ideas for adaptation.

Shen Huai listened to Ye Cang play again, a little embarra.s.sed, he did not expect Ye Cang's speed to be so fast, in just one day he completed the arrangement of the whole song. Ye Cang put down his guitar and explained his arrangement to him.

After Shen Huai frowned, he said, “This arrangement of yours is not easy. The studio of the company may not be suitable. I'll find another studio for you.”

Ye Cang hurriedly waved his hand: “No need to use it. When there is a band at the scene, I will just record a simple demo.”

Shen Huai: “But…”

“It costs extra money to find another studio!” Ye Cang said, “It's not easy for you. Don't spend this kind of money. I'm still partic.i.p.ating in the compet.i.tion. There is no much income. If you can not get a commission, you still have to save some money.”

Shen Huai, who is worth tens of billions of dollars, was silent for a moment, and then obediently “uh-huh.”

Ye Cang appeased him again: “I heard that the champion can get 1 million, you rest a.s.sured, I will not lose, we will soon have money.”

Shen Huai did not doubt this, Ye Cang saw him agree, excitedly leaned over, hooked his shoulders and patted hard, very confident.

“I said I'd take care of you, so wait to drink with me in the future!”

Shen Huai silently endured the arm on his shoulder. He felt that Ye Cang was good everywhere. He liked the habit of shoulder-hooking and patting his back, which had to be changed.

–

Although Ye Cang has a lot of skills in this game, the black history of the past can't be erased. More people think he just hit the dead mouse and picked the right song than believing that his singing skills are advancing by leaps and bounds. However, such good luck is hard to reproduce. At this time, his speech in the grouping was somewhat blackmailed.

The world has never been fair, the arrogance of the powerful is called self-confidence, and if you do not have the strength, you will only be laughed at.

After the game, Zheng Zhao posted on Weibo, although it was quickly deleted, but Weibo's content has triggered speculation among netizens. They all thought that the person mentioned in Zheng Zhao Weibo is Ye Cang.

For a moment, there were rumors of discord between Ye Cang and other contestants. Ye Cang, who had already disappeared, came out to be a demon.

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

[So arrogant, sit and wait for next week to hit you in the face].

[Next week is the stage for cooperation. Sympathize with his teammates.].

[Textbook-level face-beating, next week's live broadcast must be very good 2333, squatting guard].

[Squatting 1]

There a lot of uproar, however, Ye Cang himself and his company have been quiet as a chicken. Only a few fans in vain defend him.

Shen Huai looked coldly at the buzz on Weibo. For him, it was just a small fight. It was not difficult for him to suppress it. It's just that he knows how many of them are the water army of other companies, and if it goes down this time, there will be another time, and he never likes to spend more time on such things.

Since we need to solve this problem, we should slap hard. Even if we can't do it once and for all, we should at least let these people remember the pain.

As a result, when the sunspots got carried away and thought they had won a complete victory, the situation suddenly flipped over.

A microblog was hotly searched on top.

@ Fan Jing: The children sing very well.

Who is Fan Jing? He is the king level singer, that stood tall in the music circle for more than 30 years, and the nationality is extremely high. Although he has gradually turned to music teaching in recent years and rarely appears in the media, his position is still there, coupled with the fact that he is still the original singer of “No Old Songs.” when this sentence came out, Weibo immediately exploded.

The navy was uncertain. Fan Jing, such a great G.o.d, could not be invited by money. They took money to do things, but they didn't want to offend any big people. Originally they thought that is just a kid who has no foundation in circle, but involving a great G.o.d like Fan Jing, the meaning is not the same.

The water army immediately died down.

Several entertainment companies that invited the Internet Water Army were also unable to say anything. There was a lot of uproar about Ye Cang's suicide before, and they didn't see anyone protecting him. Of course, they thought it was a small transparent newcomer who could be bullied at will. When they hired the Water Army, they were not too cautious. Now they were afraid to hold the handle in the hands of others, it is clear that the other side had Fan Jing's hand to beat them. 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, the ideas of ordinary people are very simple. If there is a professional, who can compare with Fan Jing, the big G.o.d who has affirmed Ye Cang. Is there on the Internet keyboard chivalry more powerful than Fan Jing?

Now Fan Jing stamped certification, Ye Cang's strength was unquestionable. Before many people still doubted whether he can sing “Summer Bug”, now they have some expectations.

Bai Jiajia looked at Weibo nervously, holding his new mobile phone tightly with his fingers.

When he saw the scolding of Ye Cang online, he was happy for a few hours, Fan Jing Weibo. His breath was stuck in the middle of his throat, and he was depressed to vomit blood.

At this moment, his a.s.sistant poked out his head and said, “Jiajia, call come from the studio and moved our time to tomorrow for Ye Cang demo this afternoon.”

“Pat!”

The cell phone slammed on the wall and was sc.r.a.pped again.

Bai Jiajia gnashed his teeth: “Ye Cang!!”