Chapter 1365: I am a prophet~ (56)
"...Because of this, I'm even more nervous."
Xiang Xing's soft face puffed up, his little head drooped sullenly, his feather eyelashes still trembling uneasily.
"As long as there is any problem in my link, it must be you who are implicated... Therefore, I must pursue perfection!"
The little guy said, suddenly raising his head suddenly, a serious and determined flame burst out of his soft eyes.
Fan fist clenched, "As we said before, if the satisfaction rate does not reach 90%, it will be re-recorded. You can't live it away."
"Am I the kind of person who can release water?"
Zuo Yan chuckled helplessly, raised his hand and rubbed the cheek like a fat pufferfish.
In the soft, drooping eyes, the meaning is even more profound.
In his prediction, the satisfaction rate of this song must exceed 95%.
Otherwise, it would be meaningless to stay in such a music scene, so it's better to go back and fulfill the old man's agreement.
...
One morning passed.
"Boss, the audition feedback has been almost recovered."
In the recording studio, Xing Mu's assistant came in with a tablet computer, smiled and handed it to him, "I took a cursory look and there should be no bad reviews."
"right?"
Xing Mu's eyes lit up, taking the tablet and flipping through it.
In the end, I couldn't help but laugh, and then deliberately winked at Zuo Yan, "Student Zuo Yan, you finally have a song that has no negative reviews inside the company!"
Hearing that, Xiang Xing, who was drinking the happy water from the fat house, almost squirted out.
Then a question mark on his face: "He has also written a song that his family hates??"
"That's not it!"
Xing Mu kicked his feet and drifted over in a chair happily.
Ignoring the **** face of a certain ice cube next to him, thief winked at the little guy, deliberately covered his mouth and whispered, "When this guy was still in the Q group, he often wrote some strange songs to poison us. Ears!"
"Of course, it's not that it sounds bad, but it doesn't conform to the public's aesthetics..."
"really?"
When Xiang Xing heard this, he was inexplicably interested, his soft eyes blinked at the man brightly, "Do you still have a demo? I want to hear it."
"……cough!"
Over there, a certain host who had been complained about the strange style of painting finally couldn't help but coughed heavily.
Then, he held the back of the little guy's chair calmly, and pulled her to the other side of him.
Then he turned his head and stared at her seriously, with a low voice, "There is no such thing, don't listen to him nonsense."
"……Oh."
Xiang Xing stared into his eyes, and responded indifferently.
However, looking at his small cramped look that he eagerly denies, she feels...this rumor is probably really poof.
Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help but snickered in his heart a few times.
Next time I go to threaten the guy in the old palace to look for it, hehe.
Speaking of Gong Xuanyue, the girl blinked softly, and suddenly remembered that she had promised him to take Zuo Yan to Changle Mountain.
Now that the song has been fully approved, she and Zuo Yan shouldn't have had anything to do with her recently.
Thinking of this, Xiang Xing's lips pressed lightly, and he groaned slightly.
He raised his eyebrows and chuckled, ignoring the gaze of someone waiting in the recording room, and raised his small hand quickly, hooking the neck of the man in front of him.
Then he leaned to the suddenly red ear and said with a smile: "Brother Zuo Yan, shall we go on a date?"