Loyal Dog God Cultivation Program

This was the first time that someone other than myself was recording in his own home. Wen Ge sat in the living room, thinking boredly.

The mobile phone placed on the table vibrated suddenly, and the screen lit up, indicating that there was new news. Wen Ge glanced at it, and it was the planner of the "Gentlemen with Songs" album.

"Ge Ge, if you ask me to say that it's really unreliable to find newcomers to sing this, look at the albums in the industry who are not buying for popularity, if you are not popular enough as a singer, no matter how good the lyrics and music are, it's useless... .”

Wen Ge took the phone, picked up the cigarette case on the table by the way, put it back after thinking about it, and typed word by word in the dialog box: "I really don't think anyone else can sing these two songs except him." .”

"Then you say that you are looking for this person as a little transparent, pure newcomer! Pure! New! Pure as 24K gold! Is this going to start accumulating popularity from us with zero foundation! Brother QAQ, you can just let it go Me... If you really like him, the next album! We must have the next album!"

Wen Ge was completely unmoved, and didn't care about planning QAQ's expression at all: "Come on, half of the song has been handed in now? Only 3 lyrics have been handed in, right? How many songs have the arrangement started? That's the next one. ..."

The planner said that his knees were full of arrows and felt a little painful, so he sent Zhang Baoman's emoji covering his face with one hand and crying.

"So, don't worry, when you start promoting, he will be popular." Wen Ge typed the summary in the box and sent it out.

The planning girl finally gave up on persuading Wen Ge, maybe because she felt that what Wen Ge said was very reasonable, she was speechless, sent an emoji that you are happy, and then asked: "Okay, what about you?" I found this shocking new Baitou, what's the circle name? When will a song be released?"

Then after a few seconds, he typed a few words weakly: "...Well, you are responsible for the praise of him..."

Wen Ge first comforted the planning girl who was hurting her heart, and said that the newcomer he found must be fully responsible, and then answered the question about the song, the master is currently recording the sound upstairs, if the song is released...

"Tonight or tomorrow," Wen Ge replied, "When the time comes, get your acquaintances to help out and try to make it a hit."

"...how to help out?" A group of newcomers who suddenly ran out of a song for the first time replied and sang awesome!Really tired!Good to hear crying? !The planner said that he was frightened... Isn't this when others are stupid... A fool can see that he is flattering others.

"Just retweet me on Weibo." Wen Ge's answer finally relieved the planner's heart attack.

"One last question." After a few minutes of silence, the planner came back to his senses and asked again, "What is his circle name?"

What is the name of the circle?Wen Ge was also taken aback for a moment, forgot about this... I don't know if Yan Che has thought about it.

"I don't know, let me let him think of one."

The heart attack that was so difficult to plan and get better has happened again.

Not even a ring name!Where on earth did you find such a thorough newcomer!Newcomer!man!ah!

Wen Ge ignored the exclamation marks that swiped the screen throughout the planning, threw the phone aside, stared at the ceiling and became dazed.

I don’t know how Yan Che’s recording is going, the first recording must have a lot of questions, and it seems that he didn’t teach him how to change tracks just now, he shouldn’t be so stupid and can figure it out by himself...

When Yan Che finished recording and went downstairs, he once again sighed that this song was really not sung by a human being. After finally recording a song that he thought was pretty good, it turned out that it had been more than an hour.Wen Ge never came in during the period, probably because he was afraid of embarrassment?

As soon as he got to the first floor, he saw Wen Ge leaning on the sofa and falling asleep, eyes closed, the sun shining on the bangs on his forehead, Yan Che discovered that some strands of his hair were dark brown, which should be picky. dye.

This hair should have been styled, Yan Che thought, unlike himself, it was always paid by Master Wang at the entrance of the village for 10 yuan, and every time he went home after finishing his hair, he looked as if he had just been released from prison.

Wen Ge was sleeping with a pillow on the sofa in his hand, very hard, the edge of the pillow was tightened by him.

To wake him, or not to wake him, that is the question.Yan Che was a little at a loss.When he just walked in in the morning, he noticed that Wen Ge didn't know what he did last night, he looked very tired, there were faint dark circles under both eyes, his skin was fair, which made him look more conspicuous.

Overindulgence?Yan Che thought for a while about those guys in the dormitory who occasionally masturbate too much and have pale faces.

Off topic.

But don't call him... Are you just standing here?

If I had known, I would record another hour. ==

Just as he was contemplating whether there was a sentence that didn't work just now, whether he should re-record it again, Wen Ge woke up by himself, rubbed his eyes: "The recording is over? Why didn't you call me?"

"Just finished, I haven't had time to call yet." Yan Che replied.

Can I say that I can't bear to see you sleeping so soundly, uncle?Yan Che cursed in his heart.

"I arranged a song for the company people all night last night," Wen Ge yawned, "Is the singing smooth? Is there any software that you know how to use?"

"There is still a company?" Yan Che expressed his shock... Such a formal circle... Such a high-end game.

"Ah?" Wen Ge thought for a while before he realized, "Ah, it's not a company in the circle, but a commercial company, just for a name."

Under the name, he also arranged the song for someone?Aren't name and work the opposite of conflict?

Yan Che's brain was short-circuited and he couldn't understand.But he didn't care too much, since Wen Ge said that he didn't belong to the circle, then it was his own private matter.

"Is there anything you don't know about the software?" Wen Ge asked again without hearing Yan Che's answer.

"Ah, no."

Back in the studio on the second floor, the computer screen was still on, staying on the street where the recording had just been made, Yan Che recorded three tracks, and listened to Wen Ge again, there was no major problem with the dry sound, it was really good.

"I'll fix it for you now, and I'll talk about your problems while I fix it, or you can go back now, and I'll explain it to you next time." Wen Ge turned to look at Yan Che.

Yan Che thought for a while: "Let's talk while repairing."

Next time I don’t know what songs are not sung by humans.

"Okay," Wen Ge nodded, "There's a chair next door, you can move it over and sit and listen."

Yan Che went out of the workshop and went to the next door to have a look, the bathroom?

There is indeed a small bench in the bathroom...

Yan Che returned to the work room with the small stool. This stool looks like sitting or kneeling.He put the small bench beside Wen Ge, sat down, and could just see the computer screen.I am really glad that I am still tall, if this is shorter...

Wen Ge wears headphones, clicks the mouse frequently, and presses the keys with his left hand on the keyboard. Cooperating with the mouse, the speed is also very fast. Compared with Lu Yang and the others in the dormitory, the operation and expressions of playing games are comparable.

Seeing that Wen Ge had cut his dry voice into small pieces, he couldn't help but touch Wen Ge, and asked, "Why did you cut it so small?"

Wen Ge turned around to look at him condescendingly, and was taken aback for a moment before he realized: "...how do you... take this stool?"

"Ah?" Yan Che didn't react, "Didn't you tell me to go to the next door to get the bench, I went to see the only one?"

"Pfft..." Wen Ge finally couldn't hold back his laughter, "I'll ask you to go to my room next door to get a chair, a chair! It's the same height as the one I'm sitting on now! Why don't you go to the bathroom and bring a pony over here?"

Yan Che was a little embarrassed.

It was the first time he saw Wen Ge laughing like this, his eyes were bent into crescents, and the cold look on his usual face was gone, as if he had changed his face.

"Oh, then I'll look for it again..." Yan Che stood up in embarrassment, and went out of the room again with a ponytail.

Really... what should I say?Wen Ge looked at Yan Che's back with his head down, a little lost in thought.

Putting the bench back in the bathroom, Yan Che opened the door of the room next to him. Wen Ge's bedroom has the same style as his house as a whole, not dirty but messy.There was a large bed, two bedside tables, and a cloakroom next to it. The door was open and the lights were on.A few pieces of clothing were thrown on the carpet next to the bed, the quilt was piled up on the bed in a mess, and a pile of washed clothes was placed on the legendary chair.

This... how to get it?Yan Che was a little at a loss. After thinking for a while, he pulled the messy quilt on the bed and spread it neatly on the bed. Then he carefully moved the pile of high-tech clothes to the bed, then picked up the chair and went back to work. between.

Wen Ge was probably waiting for him. After cutting the sound into short sections, he didn't make any other movements. He hung the earphones around his neck and stared at the screen in a daze.

Hearing the movement, Wen Ge turned to look at him: "Did you find it? Why did it take so long?"

"Master," Yan Che dragged the chair beside Wen Ge, "Is it easy for me to find a chair in your room? I'm crushed like Monkey King."

"Oh," Wen Ge didn't seem to understand the meaning of Yan Che's words at all, thought for a while, and said: "The Great Sage is also very popular recently, next time you have time to come and record the theme song of "The Return of the Great Sage" ?”

Yan Che nodded. He accompanied Lu Yang to watch the movie when it was first released. At that time, the whole dormitory seemed to have been beaten to death, and everyone seemed to be about to switch to animation.Although he seldom watched TV when he was a child, most of them worked with his elders and went outdoors, but in his only memory of watching cartoons a few times, he also remembered the Monkey King wearing a leopard-print skirt.

"This," Yan Che pointed to the screen, continuing his question from last time, "Why did you cut it into so many segments?"

"Fix the rhythm." Wen Ge followed his hand to look back at the screen, then zoomed in on the waveform and pointed it out to him, "Look here, there's an accent on the drums in the accompaniment, and you didn't keep up with the rhythm, so cut it out and re-align it .”

"So many are not right?" Yan Che's self-confidence was a little hit, the sense of rhythm he was proud of!

"Well, most of them are just minor differences. It's not a big problem. Most of the songs have to be right. You're the one with the few cuts." Wen Ge replied intently.

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