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He was already extremely good-looking, and this smile melted like ice and snow, warming like a spring breeze, and all the indifference faded away, leaving only a gentleness that was almost pampering.

There was a sudden silence, even Yin Qing was dazzled by this smile.

In fact, Jiumu didn't know why he was laughing, but he couldn't help it, and felt that the affection at this moment...was a little cute.

He took it with both hands, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Young Master Yin."

Yin Qing came back to her senses, took a deep look at Jiumu, raised her eyebrows at him, and turned around.

Yu He had already ran off the stage in a hurry when everyone's attention was drawn away, and the host stood aside with a look of embarrassment on his face, looking at Jiumu tentatively.

After all, it was a competition with him, so the matter of Yu He's lip-syncing depended on his opinion.

Sensing the host's gaze, Yin Qing grabbed the microphone in Jiumu's hand and said impatiently, "What are you looking at? This is how your organizer organizes the competition? Let the contestants lip-sync. Is the singer fair?"

When Yin Qing said this, the audience reacted immediately, and started to talk about it.

"That's right, how could my family, Yu An, be so strong and lose to a rookie singer like her?"

"She won't be lip-syncing from beginning to end, right? But really, it seems that she has always sung in the same tune for so many songs, and she can't tell from her performance on the spot."

"When my Yu Jun saw the score, he was still very unwilling because his opponent lost four games in a row. I felt uncomfortable seeing his expression. Who knew that this person was lip-syncing??"

"This is too much, hasn't the organizer checked it out? This competition is not fair at all!"

Fans' questioning became louder and louder, and the person in charge of the organizer finally had to come forward, saying that there must be an explanation for this matter, and the competition will continue. Fans please stay calm.

Yin Qing threw the microphone to Jiumu and walked off the stage.

The auditorium obviously couldn't stay there anymore, Yin Qing's fans were everywhere, especially Bo Yuzhi who would kill him, so he wandered to the players' lounge.

Suddenly a little boy walked up to him, held up a mobile phone, but still bit the bullet and said with a trembling expression, "Yin... Hello, Yinqing, I am the staff here, um, yes, there is someone who wants to on the phone with you."

Yin Qing glanced at him and took the phone.

He didn't speak, and the person on the other side didn't speak at all, just such a silent face-to-face meeting, and immediately understood who was on the other side and why they came.

So he opened his mouth immediately, and said in his usual lazy tone: "If there is a cooperation, go to my agency, don't block people here."

Then he will return the phone to the boy.

Sure enough, the person at the other end spoke out immediately, with a kind tone: "Yin Qing, it's me."

Yin Qing sneered from the bottom of her heart, but pretended to be astonished and surprised: "Uncle Ji? It's been a long time since we saw each other, why did you suddenly remember to call me today?"

"Is it convenient to talk now?" Ji Haoran smiled.

Yin Qing looked at the staff who were nervously staring at her, and replied: "I'll use my mobile phone to go back for you, it's not very quiet here."

Ji Haoran said, "Okay."

Yin Qing hung up the phone, flicked the earphone cable with her fingertips and walked slowly to a room, took out her mobile phone, and sure enough there were several missed calls on it.

Calls from Yin Chenyi, calls from Bo Yuzhi, and calls from Ji Haoran.

I turned on the Do Not Disturb mode on my phone just now because I knew someone would call, but I didn't expect that Ji Haoran would not answer, since he still asked someone to stop him in person, he really didn't give up.

Yin Qing snorted, dialed back, and her voice became lazy for a second: "I just went on stage and made a fuss and didn't hear Uncle Ji's call, what's the matter?"

His tone and attitude made it difficult for Ji Haoran to tell whether he really didn't know the reason for his call or he was just pretending, but before Tang Xinqing's incident, Yin Qing's usual dandyism almost confused all of them .

Sure enough, it cannot be underestimated.

Ji Haoran's eyes darkened slightly, but his laughter came from the phone: "Really? What did you go off to make trouble again? I invested in this music festival, so don't ruin it for me."

"You invested in it?" Yin Qing was lazily leaning on the sofa, with an unpredictable smile on her lips, her tone remained unchanged and there was a trace of reproach: "If I knew it earlier, I would have given you this face, who told you Didn’t say it earlier—oh, yes, I remembered, did you invite me to participate? Fuck, that idiot Chu Yujing stopped me from this event. I didn’t know about it. Paula, I came to accompany him."

After a pause, he continued: "My fault, why don't I make up for it. Hey——Uncle Ji, think about it, I've actually helped your boss, I showed my face, and the popularity of your music festival will definitely skyrocket. dont you agree?"

Yin Qing usually has this kind of attitude when talking to people. Occasionally she is polite, but most of the time she is still frivolous and arrogant. Such a phone call is like normal, making it difficult to tell the truth from the fake.

Ji Haoran cursed from the bottom of his heart, and smiled on the surface: "Yeah, it's rare to catch your heat. I'm off to work, you have fun."

"Uncle Ji, see you later." Yin Qing's tone was affectionate.

Putting down the phone, he sneered, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it slowly.

He thought about things for a while, got up and went out.

The sound waves outside were about to break through the clouds, "Jiumu! Jiumu!" over and over again, making the group arena match into his solo concert.

Yin Qing subconsciously raised the corners of her lips.

He really did what Chu Yujing predicted - he became famous in one battle.

#天音歌者曼赛赛木赛冠# This topic has been trending, but even if everyone talks about the skyrocketing number of fans, this is still only the second most searched topic.

——The first is #阴情给花#.

[Why didn't my lsp eyes see this fairy brother, let's not talk about singing, this appearance is already in my heart, okay! 】

[Xinghuang also confirmed that Jiumu will come to assist Young Master Yin, so looking forward to it, this is my first respect for CP! 】

【I give!you!explain!The last time Young Master Yin said that he was not worthy of being fired for CP with him, it was definitely because the two had conflicts, and Young Master Yin was angry!Just look at this interaction, the two have known each other for a few years, and their relationship is definitely not so boring! 】

[I just saw a word, love grows after a long time, hiss, the more I think about it, the more interesting it becomes. 】

"Long time makes love."

Yin Qing raised her eyes and looked at Jiumu who was in front of the piano: "Hey, is it you or me who is in love with each other?"

Jiumu froze, and slowly typed a "?"

Yin Qing was still thinking: "I think the cp name they gave us before was not called Jiuqing. Gu Yiyang told me that the one with the first name was Gong, but it's different after a long time."

After a pause, he enunciated each word very clearly: "Day, Jiu."

Jiumu: "..."

He didn't really want to talk to this young master who was doing nothing but thinking wildly.

"Brother Jiumu, you are here, I heard you playing the piano!" Ren Xin's loud voice came from outside the corridor, she pushed open the door, her expression paused when she saw Yin Qing, and then she immediately turned disgusted.

She walked up to Yin Qing, rolled her eyes blatantly: "Why are you here again!"

Yin Qing moved a sofa and sat opposite Jiumu, half of her body was leaning on the piano, her whole body was as lazy as if her bones had been shaved.

He also glanced at Ren Xin with disgust in his eyes: "Your manager came later than me, you still have the nerve to push me here, and Jiumu and I are writing songs."

"You!" Ren Xin was so angry that she couldn't speak, so she could only turn to Jiumu, aggrieved: "Brother! Look at him!"

Jiumu has a really big headache. Ever since Yin Qing found out that all the songs she sang in the group arena were written and composed by herself, she has lived in her own recording studio. Just went back to Xinghuang three times, which made Chu Yu's prosperity half dead.

Young Master Yin has never done things for a single goal, even to piss people off - not only Chu Yujing, but now Ren Xin is also hovering on the verge of being pissed off by him.

After getting along for a while, Ren Xin found that Yin Qing was not as arrogant and unreasonable as the rumors said, and sometimes she liked to quarrel with others, so she often quarreled with Yin Qing, but she never failed him.

——I was so angry that I was half dead.

Jiumu felt that his recording studio was about to become a kindergarten. Ren Xin came to him when he couldn't talk about Yin Qing, and when Yin Qing was about to be driven away by Ren Xin, he also came to him. To quarrel, Jiumu really wanted to pack them up and throw them out.

"Don't make trouble." Jiumu took his fingers away from the piano and said softly.

I don't know whether it was for Yin Qing or Ren Xin, anyway, the two children looked at each other and turned their faces away to ignore each other.

Jiumu's ears were finally cleared up for a while, and he continued to compose the melody in his head just now. Yin Qing and Ren Xin stared at him, daring not to make a sound.

"Yin Qing." Jiumu's final voice fell, and he recorded the tune just now on the paper, and asked at the same time: "Have you considered adding a rap?"

"Rap?" Yin Qing was taken aback, and leaned over: "Is the song you wrote suitable? I didn't ask you to add a part of the opera, and adding rap would not match it."

"Fortunately."

Jiumu handed him the paper in his hand: "Here, we are currently planning to sing the chorus twice. The first verse is preceded by my opera part before the first chorus, and after the second chorus is a verse. The tune and lyrics end in a soft style, so the momentum of the whole song will not meet Chu Yujing's requirements, so I suggest you add a rap before the second chorus of the second verse."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Yin Qing said, "You already have an idea for the lyrics?"

Jiumu said, "I have some ideas."

"I have it too." Yin Qing said, he glanced at Ren Xin from the corner of his eye, and waved his hand lazily: "You avoid it for a while, I'll talk about business."

Ren Xin's eyes widened: "It's my family, Jiumu, who writes songs, okay? What can you do?"

Who knows that Jiumu didn't speak for her this time, but said flatly: "You go out first, Yin Qing and I have something to talk about."

Ren Xin was wronged in an instant, wilting like an unwatered flower, and glared at Yin Qing.Very reluctantly moved out of the recording studio.

When she was about to leave the house, she heard Yin Qing say: "Oh yes, she interrupted you just now. You haven't answered me yet, who is the gong of the cp name Rijiu Shengqing?"

"..."

Jiumu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned the topic back on track: "Tell me, how do you plan to write the lyrics?"

"No." Yin Qing was serious: "I think the CP name Rijiushengqing is quite good."

He changed his posture and leaned on the piano, and analyzed slowly: "I don't understand, why every time I was photographed with you, it happened that you had the upper hand. Look, when Ji Haoran had breakfast at the banquet You hate me, you hate me during the live broadcast, and your stage makeup during the group arena is also very fierce. No, I have to prove to my fans that I am the one above."

"..."

Jiumu is very perfunctory: "It's up to you."

Yin Qing glanced at the door of the recording studio, leaned down, leaned into Jiumu's ear and whispered, "How about we write a song and scold those idiots headed by Ji Haoran?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-10-1301:28:30~2020-10-1523:58:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Lao Zhang 2; egg tarts are delicious, t.1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: t.10 bottles; Ouyang Xiaogui 2 bottles; closed 1 bottle;

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