“…… That's why I'm even more nervous. ”

Xiang Xing's face puffed up, his little head drooped sullenly, and his eyelashes still trembled uneasily.

"As long as there is any problem in my link, it must be you who is implicated...... So, I must strive for perfection! ”

As he spoke, the little guy suddenly raised his head again, and a serious and resolute fire burst out in his soft eyes.

Fan fists clenched, "We said before, if the satisfaction rate does not reach 90%, it will be rerecorded, you can't get by." ”

"Am I the kind of person who can release water?"

Zuo Yan chuckled helplessly, raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks like a fat pufferfish.

The eyes that are gently lowered have a deeper meaning.

In his prediction, the satisfaction rate of this song must be more than 95%.

Otherwise, it's not interesting to stay in such a music scene, so it's better to go back directly to fulfill the old man's agreement.

……

A morning passed.

"Boss, the audition feedback has almost been recovered."

In the recording studio, Xing Mu's little assistant walked in with a tablet and handed it to him with a smile, "I took a cursory look, and there shouldn't be a single bad review." ”

"yes?"

Xing Mu's eyes lit up, and he took the tablet and flipped through it.

At the end, I couldn't help but laugh, and then deliberately squeezed my eyebrows at Zuo Yan, "Zuo Yan, you finally have a song with zero negative reviews within the company!" ”

Hearing this, Xiang Xing, who was drinking the happy water of the fat house on the side, almost squirted out.

Immediately had a question mark on his face: "He also wrote songs that his family hated??" ”

"Not really!"

Xing Mu kicked his feet and drifted over in a chair with a grin.

Ignoring the big black face of a certain ice cube on the side, the thief squeezed his eyebrows at the little guy, deliberately covered his mouth and whispered, "When this guy was still in the Q group, he often wrote some songs with strange painting styles to poison our ears!" ”

"Of course, it's not that it's not good, it's just that it doesn't quite meet the public's aesthetic ......"

"Really?"

When Xiang Xing heard this, he was inexplicably a little interested, and his soft eyes winked at the man brightly, "Do you still have a demo?" I'd like to hear about it. ”

“…… Cough! ”

Over there, a certain master who was complained about the strange style of painting finally couldn't help it and coughed heavily.

Then, he quietly grabbed the back of the little one's chair and pulled her to the other side of him.

Then he turned his head and stared at her with a serious face, his voice slightly low, "There's no such thing, don't listen to him." ”

“…… Oh. ”

Xiang Xing stared into his eyes and replied with a sneer.

However, looking at his little cramped appearance of eager denial, she felt ...... I'm afraid this rumor is true.

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help but sneer a few times in his heart.

Next time I go to threaten the old palace guy to find it, hehe.

Speaking of Gong Xuanyue, the girl blinked her soft eyes, and suddenly remembered that she seemed to have promised him that she would take Zuo Yan to Changle Mountain.

Now that the song has been fully passed, there should be nothing to do with her and Zuo Yan in the near future.

Thinking of this, Xiang Xingfen's lips pursed lightly and groaned slightly.

He immediately raised his eyebrows and chuckled, ignoring the gaze of an idler in the recording room, and raised his small hand to hook the neck of the man in front of him.

Then he leaned into the reddened ear and said with a smile: "Brother Zuo Yan, let's go on a date~?" ”