After Becoming a Little |

Just as they exchanged emotional glances, there was a fierce quarrel coming from the recording room next door, and then there was a loud slamming door, which could be clearly heard even through a lot of soundproof materials, and finally the quarrel It even exploded into the corridor, resounding around.

Aliya paused, subconsciously turned her head and glanced at the closed door.

Lianhua also raised her head from her writing outline, nonchalantly covering the title of "A Killer's Sadomasochism Story": "Did something happen?"

The recording boy stood up suspiciously: "It shouldn't be, why are there so many things going on today, it's usually quiet here..."

"Maybe it's your Mercury retrograde recently."

"You're the one with Mercury retrograde! Your whole family is Mercury retrograde!"

"What are you arguing about? Why is it getting more and more exciting... Let's go, let's see—"

Saying so, they went to push open the door together, poking their heads out curiously.

So in the next second, a sharp scolding sound chiseled in from the corridor like an awl, making people's ears hurt.

"They are still children! Children, do you understand? Do you know what a voice change period is? You are just an ordinary songwriter, do you understand what an idol is? Ah! Do you want to destroy their voices by doing this? ?! Can you adjust the volume!"

"Please respect my song!"

"Respect! That's the song we bought! I'm telling you, don't use chicken feathers as arrows! Keep improving, I think you're just jealous! After recording more than 30 times, it won't work, let's go—what to record! go back!"

"Auntie, don't be angry, why don't we try again?"

"Try it, what's the use of trying? It's not like you don't know that you can't sing!"

"But……"

"There will be a commercial performance for the opening of the mall soon! That's a contract signed! Is it reasonable for you to delay any longer?"

The shrill female voice came from a middle-aged woman who was well-dressed. She was standing in the middle of the corridor, with a kind of domineering arrogance. Personally, I was even more angry: "What are you looking at! What are you looking at! You still take out your mobile phone-do you know the right to portrait! I will sue you for violating my privacy!"

Aliya picked out her ears, feeling a little speechless: "What kind of plot line is this..."

It’s fine if the big devil doesn’t come, but a decent villain is also fine, such as a killer, a beautiful killer, or a seriously injured beautiful killer who came here to avoid being chased and killed because she was deeply involved in a gangster dispute. You can improvise a shocking song, help the beauty killer get away with it, and brush up your talent at the same time.

But what's the situation with such an aunt?

Moreover, the shortness of breath was rough, and it sounded like Obasan in menopause, and my own mother blamed that kind of frozen-age wife for not being a creature, and had absolutely no desire to be ignored.

"Brother Wen!"

"Dawen, what's the matter?"

"Awen, do you want to help?"

Contrary to the expectation of the menopausal woman, the recording guy who was yelled at by her, the tuner, didn't bother her at all, and instead spoke out to support the skinny man.

The man called Dawen shook his head: "It's okay, it's just a normal recording...You guys go ahead and leave me alone."

"How can it be, and you are arguing, we can't work, can we?" The recording boy said pointedly, of course not for Dawen, but as an onmyoji, Yin Yang mocked strangely menopausal woman next to him.

The thin eyebrows drawn by the latter suddenly stood up, and the thin lips pulled down a mean arc, and the eyes instantly became unkind: "What do you mean? Who are you talking about? You! Don't think I can't hear you!" !"

"Who should I say, who should I say, and I said something stupid, and I said it to the air-why, is there really someone who rushes to get scolded?"

"Wait! Do you know what company I'm from? Do you think you guys are really high-ranking musicians? You know shitty music! You're a stinky recorder! Do you know how many times our Xiaobao goes on stage? Money?!"

Lianhua stood up unhappily in the room, but was held down by Alia: "Let her float for a while."

"Aya, what are you going to do?" Lian Hua thought for a while, then sat down and said softly, "Are you going to tell her that you are the eldest lady of Lia Fund?"

"8 Yes, why do you always look at my background?" Alia was speechless: "Can't I make a living with my talent? For example, I will write a song later to shock the audience, and then When the other party accepts his head, he will bow and so on."

"... Aya, have you read too many novels? Normal people don't do this. If someone really bows to you, it can only be because your family is very rich or powerful, and she doesn't want to offend you. "

"Then today I really don't believe in this evil - none of you are allowed to reveal your identity! Especially you little Xiongxiong, you can't say that you are the second lady of the Song family!"

"Oh."

Xiong Luoli raised her head from the phone screen, answered casually, and then continued to play her own stickman adventure.

"So you don't resist being called Little Bear?"

"Is it useful to resist? Will you, a vicious woman, change?"

"of course not."

"That's it—" Xiong Luoli suddenly raised her head, showing a scheming smile: "And you don't deny the title of vicious stinky woman now?"

"Deny, but it's okay, your sister will educate you." Aliya shrugged indifferently: "You forgot that she is still here—— Lianhua, Xiao Xiongxiong just said dirty words again."

"Xiao! Beauty!"

"Alas----"

The debate on the other side of the corridor continued, and it was not an argument to be precise, but it rose to the point of personal attacks and mutual kissing.

It can be seen that the fighting skills of the boys in the recording studio are not bad. They are either old mille-feuille cakes or old onmyojis, and there is even a male puncher, which is really eye-opening.

Menopausal women are single and weak, and for a while there is a superintendent with two fists and four hands. In the end, she waved her hand vigorously, as if to cut off all the previous topics: "Anyway, you people! You don’t produce really big songs! You don’t understand the market at all! Making money is the real strength!”

As soon as these words came out, it was more or less like a map gun, at least the expression of the singer known as Dawen became extremely ugly.

He is a typical case of the kind of underappreciated talent - after all, if the songs he writes can be sold well, menopausal women can't be stupid enough to get angry with the money tree and the cat. To the affection for the next cooperation between the two parties.

For example, find a better excuse. As a manager, after hearing my little treasure sing for so long but can't sing well, his heart convulsions so much that he has to go for first aid for cardiopulmonary resuscitation, so it is reasonable to take a step first and drink tea. of.

"Damn!" The boy in the recording studio was really angry: "You are talking about you! If you don't make an apology today, you don't want to walk out of this floor!"

Aliya, who watched the excitement for a while, yawned: "Those over there, are you done with your work? Can you come back and continue working? My mother is still waiting for me to come home for dinner."

"..."

The words that were inserted suddenly made the scene, which had already reached a critical value, cool down a bit.

Everyone looked back subconsciously. The girl in the room had her eyes closed and her fingers were dancing on the piano keys.

Light came in from the double-layer vacuum glass windows with good sound insulation, as if she had been plated with a layer of fine gold. The magpie landed on the edge of the window, tilting its head trying to hear the pleasant music inside. The branches of the hanging basket hang down, dancing with the echoing sound of the piano.

"...Aya, what are you playing?" Lianhua looked at the electronic organ under Alia's hand in surprise.

"Crazy frog Axel F, why, no sense?" Alia, who played a piece of unorthodox music with the appearance of a pianist, straightened her sleeves: "I also have a DJ version, I Let me tell you, it’s very exciting, have you watched the war against aliens? That’s the part where the president plays in front of a giant robot, and that’s a famous scene.”

"..."

The menopausal woman outside the door took a deep breath, as if she had found some strong evidence to fight back: "That's it?"

The buddies in the recording studio looked at each other, not knowing what to answer for a while.

"This is your music, huh? Tsk tsk tsk, it's amazing, this kind of thing can also be called a song—" The menopausal woman who was chasing after the victory waved her bag and decided to take advantage of the victory to turn in: "Wen Yuanshan, don't give it to me. Shake face, the contract is clearly written, you are hired to help record, if you can't do it well, it's your business! If you are capable, you will pay liquidated damages, and then come find someone to quarrel with me!"

"...That's between us, you can't insult my friend." Dawen was silent for a while, then took a deep breath: "Apologize! I'll just pay you the liquidated damages!"

"So tough?"

"Dawen, don't!"

"What's the use of you arguing with her? This is a broker, the manager of their company who actually signed a contract with you. She's trying to force you to spit out the money. Do you admit that?"

"What do you want me to say about being crazy with her? If it doesn't work, you can just call her boss and see how she dies!"

Just when everyone was arguing again, the crazy frog girl turned her head and asked softly, "Ma'am, you seem to disapprove of my musical accomplishments?"

"..." The menopausal woman blinked, and looked at Alia with a twinkle in her eyes: "When the adults are talking, the little girl should not interrupt casually, and she must figure out her own position."

"Where did you come from as an express driver..." Alia shook her head, and pressed the keys a few times boringly: "If you have any opinions, please mention them, and if you have no opinions, please leave. I really have no interest, to be honest, you don't even have the qualifications to die at my hands."

Dawen was a little puzzled: "She is?"

"Uh, a friend of hers wrote some very good songs, but that buddy...is gone, so she wants to recreate these songs." The boy in the recording studio shrugged: "It's probably like this. "

When he said this, the menopausal woman next to him was not deaf, so she naturally heard it too, and immediately showed a mocking expression: "Oh, I thought it was amazing, it turned out to be someone else's song...you have the ability to write your own song Ah! My little treasure is younger than you, so he can write and sing songs by himself, this is the real star foundation!"

"Your little treasure is not you, what are you excited about?" Aliya stopped her fingers, as if recalling some rhythm, but she didn't stop talking to each other: "Besides, you don't seem to be calling someone, It's like raising a dog, your little treasure is not referring to the guy behind you, right?"

"Yes! He is a rare star embryo, don't close your eyes and put on an act, let me tell you, a little girl like you can talk nonsense without seeing my little treasure's talent!"

"I haven't seen you for a while...it must be more than a month?" Aliya sighed: "Qin Wangchuan, you have a name and a surname. How did you become like this?"

The boy rolled his throat, looked at the girl in front of him, and wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and his face turned pale, and he couldn't say anything.

Who is Qin Wangchuan?Lianhua looked at the young man and felt a little familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

On the contrary, the little nun Liguang who has always been a tool person tugged at Lianhua's sleeve and reminded: "Bingzhong Middle School, a victim of campus bullying, a template for a harem king."

So Lianhua suddenly realized that it was the little boy who was bullied by F4 on campus when Alia was in Bingzhong... But isn't he still a student?

Compared with Lianhua's lack of impression, how could Xiao Chuanchuan forget Alia - the military's direct deployment of martial law in the entire area was too scary, and he will never forget that this girl is the center of the storm.

And compared to other people, he had already seen clearly that the other party was just acting, being molested was a faux pas, and injury was probably faking as well, and even the weak appearance in front of others later was just for others to see of.

As Xiao Chuanchuan, who was with the campus F4 and had contact with each other at the beginning, he can clearly feel that this girl is not easy-compared to the school girl, school sister, neighbor sister, neighbor sister, The neighbor's aunt, teacher, sister teacher, auntie teacher, and the kanban lady and her daughter in the roadside bun shop all have too much depth.

That feeling cannot be expressed clearly in one or two sentences, but it is his innate intuition about the opposite sex warning him.

Don't answer!

Don't answer!

Facing Xiao Chuanchuan who hesitated and couldn't speak, Aliya slammed her mouth: "Although I don't know if your appearance here represents some future plot connection between us...but now you should go early Make a decision, leave or do something, stand stupidly like a man, at least when you were bullied, at least you had a box knife in your sleeve?"

The menopausal woman looked back at her little treasure with a surprised look—ever since she was discovered by scouts and quickly passed the basic talent show, she always felt that this child was born to eat the bowl of an idol star. Remember the old days when you were bullied to the point of rebelling with a knife?

But it is a pity that these other people's sufferings are always different. Menopausal women are used to playing small and strong. She is not the kind of character who is bullied and can't speak. She has always bullied others.

Faced with Aliya's current calm and forceful appearance, the menopausal woman sneered and said, "What kind of wolf are you pretending to be, don't think that you can get close by knowing my Xiaobao—what qualifications do you have? You Can you write songs? You just come to these places to play, but my little treasure is working!"

"Will I know how to write a song, why don't you give it a try?" Alia seemed to be interested suddenly: "Give me a title, in case I think of a suitable one?"

"what?"

"Well, let's make a bet. If you ask a question, I will sing a complete song on the spot, and it is the kind that has not been released on the market. If I do it, how about you honestly apologize? This It should be very elegant and easy-going, reasonable and reasonable, right?"

"you--"

The menopausal woman was poked by the other party's teasing appearance-is there anything more than that insulting?ah?

Do you really think you are a complete layman?I don't know the process of writing a song!

Even the so-called quick-witted song god can barely be regarded as a song if he sings a few words on the tune.

Come up with a song for a title?Did she think she was some sort of song vending machine?

For a normal song, at least it has to be accompanied by music and suitable lyrics, right?

"Then what if you can't do it?" The menopausal woman gritted her teeth: "I don't care about your apology, what are you betting on?"