I was caught fishing at work, and I dragged the female CEO into the water with my backhand.

"At this moment, at this moment."

Qin Xun's voice was very soft.

It fell on Ye Lan's ears like a bolt from the blue.

Xia Ning felt helpless and quietly stretched out her hand to pull Qin Xun's clothes and coughed.

"Qin Xun, after all, Ms. Ye signed a contract worth 2075 million."

"Don't be so hasty."

“Polish and polish the songs.”

Qin Xun turned to look at Xia Ning and smiled.

He understood what Xia Ning meant.

To receive so much money and write a song in a blink of an eye would give people the feeling that they have been tricked.

Just like some people negotiate a price with a locksmith. If the master opens the lock in ten seconds, the employer will feel uncomfortable.

Therefore, some experienced masters will grind for more than ten minutes, until they are so tired that they are sweating profusely, and then they seem to have difficulty opening the lock.

The employer is happy!

Well worth the money!

Qin Xun looked at Xia Ning and said softly.

"I received 2075 million, and now my dear employer has been refunded by the Chengtai Mid-Autumn Festival Gala. This is more than just a slap in Ye Lan's face?"

"This just kicked my ass."

Xia Ning: "???"

She turned to look at Ye Lan, only to find that Ye Lan's expression was a little excited.

Did Ye Lan not understand, or did she like to be Qin Xun's butt?

Qin Xun turned his head and looked at Ye Lan, his face slightly cold.

"I have a bad temper and will avenge myself on the spot."

"They won't let you sing on stage, so you sing here."

"I want you to fight Chengtai tonight."

"I want you to control Kunlun with one hand. You must not embarrass me."

Listen to the one-man fight.

Suppress Kunlun with one hand.

Words from this hot-blooded anime.

Xia Ning frowned slightly and knocked on the table lightly.

"Qin Xun, don't talk too much."

Qin Xun hasn't spoken yet.

Ye Lan's voice suddenly sounded.

"Ms. Xia, you are a layman, please do not instruct an expert at will."

Xia Ning looked over and saw Ye Lan's expression of admiration, as if there was a shadow of Song Ying.

Ye Lan's eyes kept falling on Qin Xun.

"Ms. Xia, the music industry doesn't believe that God rewards hard work, it only recognizes talent."

"If Qin Xun spent a long time giving me a song, I wouldn't be that happy."

"You may not understand. Writing songs is like writing poetry. What you need is the inspiration of 'the article is made by nature, and the skillful hands can accidentally find it'."

"There are too many cases in the music industry where songs written casually become popular, while works that have been carefully polished for several years fail to make a splash."

"Mr. Qin has proven his ability with four songs in a month, and... I believe that Mr. Qin has no bottleneck in his creation!"

Qin Xun felt a little ashamed when he saw the admiration in Ye Lan's eyes.

After he gained the ability to sing, he had a ready-made music library.

Those were all screened out by the ears of more than a billion Chinese people in the previous life on Earth.

Maybe the tunes, lyrics, and arrangements of these songs have various small shortcomings, but they have the same advantage.

It’s fire!

Blast!

Super hot!

It is cut out from tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of songs.

Qin Xun closed his eyes slightly, and after a while, opened his eyes.

He looked at Ye Lan and asked, shouting loudly.

"Classmate Ye Lan!"

When Ye Lan heard the word "classmate", she was slightly startled, and the drama queen immediately stood up and said loudly.

"Teacher Qin, I'm here!"

Qin Xun looked serious.

"In three seconds, immediately recite a poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

Ye Lan was a little nervous and immediately started carrying it.

"When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky about the wine"

"I don't know what year is this evening in the palace of heaven"

"..."

"People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes."

"It's an ancient thing"

"Nung, moon and new moon"

Finished memorizing.

Qin Xun gently closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows with both hands, feeling a little proud in his heart.

Sure enough, it’s this one.

Ye Lan glanced at Qin Xun, not knowing what Qin Xun wanted to do. She turned to look at Xia Ning, only to see her shaking her head.

Ye Lan, Xia Ning, and Wang Cui looked at Qin Xun who closed his eyes slightly, breathing much slower.

Qin Xun rubbed his temples, frowned, and murmured.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for the wine."

"I don't know what year in the sky... palace, tonight... is!"

suddenly!

Qin Xun opened his eyes, his eyes were shining with light, and he stretched out his hand.

"Paper!"

"Pen here!"

"Come on wine!"

There was a bang in Ye Lan's head. She turned to look at Wang Cui and found that her eyes were also full of shock.

Could it be that……

She wants to compose music based on the poems I memorized?

Is there such a strange person in the world?

No way?

Wang Cui quickly took out a pen and paper from his bag and carefully placed it on the table in front of Qin Xun.

Ye Lan searched around the living room and saw a box of beer in the corner. He walked over and took three bottles and placed them in front of Qin Xun.

"Mr. Qin, is that enough?"

Qin Xun looked at the three bottles of beer, feeling helpless.

"too much."

"I just yelled casually, you don't have to take it seriously."

Ye Lan: "..."

Just shout?

In an instant, she sat on the stool like a deflated rubber ball.

"I'm stupid, really."

"I should have thought of how there could be..."

Not finished.

Then he saw Qin Xun pick up the pen and start writing on the paper.

The tip of the pen rustled.

Xia Ning exclaimed.

"What are you doing..."

Before she finished speaking, a small hand covered her mouth.

She looked over and saw Ye Lan looking at Qin Xun solemnly.

Xia Ning pushed Ye Lan's hand away and closed her mouth.

She knew that Ye Lan was afraid that she would interrupt Qin Xun's inspiration, so she covered her mouth so rudely.

……

Write the lyrics first, then compose the music.

After a few minutes.

A song jumps off the page.

Qin Xun threw away the pen.

"Classmate Ye Lan, I'll give you an hour. After you learn it, sing it to me."

"I will guide you personally!"

Qin Xun stood up suddenly, overturned the chair with a bang, picked up a bottle of beer on the table, bit open the cap, and took a few sips.

Laughing and walking out of the living room.

"Laugh at the sky and go out, how can I be a Penghao people!"

Qin Xun left.

Ye Lan carefully held the song in her hands and hummed silently in her heart. Her eyes opened wider and wider, and her body trembled slightly.

"how is this possible?"

“I’ve seen people write a song in 10 minutes, but why is it so good?”

"Is he still human?"

Xia Ning looked at Ye Lan and didn't understand why she was so excited.

Ye Lan calmed down, continued reading, and hummed.

"People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes."

"It's an ancient thing"

"Nung, moon and new moon"

……

Xia Ning opened her mouth slightly, a little surprised, and understood why Ye Lan was so excited.

This song is really nice to listen to!

It's not the kind of song that needs to be listened to many times before it gets to your ears, but the kind that sounds good to you once you hear it.

Ye Lan covered the manuscript paper with both hands on her chest, turned to look at the living room door, and murmured.

"He's not a human being, he's definitely not a human being."

"Qin Xun is not a human being!"

Xia Ning: "???"

Another crazy one!

It seems that the more professional a singer is, the more he can feel Qin Xun's strength?

First, Song Ying became a little fan girl, and then Ye Lan.

Xia Ning walked out of the living room.

Ye Lan held the song in both hands and studied it seriously, and suddenly a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Chengtai, just wait to die!"

Xia Ning walked to the small courtyard and saw Qin Xun's back under the grapefruit tree.

He stood in front of the grapefruit tree, with his back to himself, a stream of water pouring between his legs and pouring on the roots of the tree, creating bursts of foam.

There were still words in his mouth.

"Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen nine days."

Xia Ning: "???"