The whole world is begging for my debut

Cheng Yige sat on the sofa in the booth of the bar with his legs crossed, his eyes closed, and he was still humming a little song, looking like he had been peaceful for a long time.

"Cheng Composing is quite leisurely."

The sofa beside him suddenly sank, someone sat beside him, and then a cold word rang in his ear.

Cheng Yige was so startled that he opened his eyes suddenly, saw the person coming, and almost lost the wine glass in his hand: "God - when did you come back, big brother!"

"Yesterday." Shang Siyan folded his arms, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't see the emotion at the moment.

Cheng Yige silently moved to the side, then moved again, and smiled dryly at him while keeping his body half suspended, "Hehe, hehe."

"Seeing that you have time to come to the bar to drink, the song must have been finished." Shang Siyan turned a blind eye to his resistance and said to himself, "When can the finished product be delivered?"

"Ah, the tune...the tune..." Cheng Yige's eyes began to wander, and his tone was partly smiling and partly timid.

Shang Siyan cut to the core: "It should be finished. Before I went on a business trip, you told me to give you another week. You must be able to write the song. Now that the week has passed, don't tell me, you still can't hand it in. "

Although his tone was the same as before, Cheng Yige only felt that the cold sweat on his body was pouring out continuously after hearing it. This big guy's aura is too strong, and he really can't stand a small composition .

"I..." Cheng Yige showed a polite yet awkward smile.

"Ok?"

Cheng Yige's heart was broken, and he resolutely said with a heroic appearance: "I can't pay it!"

"Oh?" Shang Siyan raised his eyebrows.

Cheng Yige's face was ashen, and his tone was gloomy: "I can't write it."

Shang Siyan clicked his tongue.

"I can't write a song, I can't write it at all..." Cheng Yige drooped his head, his whole body was lifeless, "If it's not true that I can't write it, who would want to be a pigeon spirit."

He sighed melancholy, and then suddenly cheered up under the increasingly unfriendly gaze on the other side, clutching his chest and said, "Cough! The reason why I came here is to find inspiration, not to be lazy!"

"Here, looking for inspiration?" Shang Siyan questioned.

"Yes, yes!" Cheng Yige nodded, "Do you know what the source of inspiration is?"

"New, Fresh, Sensitive!" He clenched his fist and said these three words forcefully.

"I'm tired of listening to those old fritters' songs in the circle. I might as well listen to pigs humming when they sing. Where's the inspiration, but!" Cheng Yige pointed to the singer who was taking a curtain call on the stage and said, "It's different here. They are young singers whose singing is fresh and exciting enough for me, and I believe I can find inspiration for my creation here!"

Shang Siyan was not moved by his nonsense at all, and asked directly: "So, you have an inspiration?"

"Uh..." Cheng Yige let go of his fist and brushed his messy bangs, "Well, the inspiration comes suddenly, it doesn't just happen, it's a very accidental process—you know, the birth of art It's all by chance."

"Then there is none." Shang Siyan stood up and looked at him condescendingly, "Give me an answer, when can I hand in the music?"

"Uh……"

Shang Siyan nodded, and said like a judgment: "I see. Substitute."

Cheng Yige was in a hurry: "No, boss, please give me another chance, I will definitely—"

Before he finished speaking, the music sounded again, and the clean, clear but gentle singing of a young man came from the stage.As if struck by lightning, he opened his eyes wide and turned his head to look in the direction of the stage.

Shang Siyan also frowned and looked over.

After a moment of daze, Cheng Yige came back to his senses, and shouted in surprise: "Here we come! My inspiration finally came!"

Shang Siyan didn't respond, and continued to stare at the stage steadfastly.

"The notes started to gather in my mind, it's great, that's the feeling!" Cheng Yige hurried back to his seat, took out a pad and a pen from his pocket, and began to write.

Cheng Yige quickly recorded the melody on the paper while humming a ditty. After humming, he looked up at the stage, and his tone was full of approval: "This kid sings so well, both in terms of timbre and singing skills. Listening to him sing is simply a pleasure!"

He looked at the singer singing along with the guitar on the stage, and murmured intoxicatedly: "He is so good, I want to write a song for him-ah! The inspiration came again, so moved, he is simply me muse!"

Shang Siyan glanced at him, and saw that this talented composer, who had always been lazy and unmotivated, was blushing at the moment, his eyes glowing with excitement, and he was writing furiously, with little time for a pause, one by one. The notes will appear vividly on the paper, it seems that Evans is indeed springing up.

Muse...

He looked at the young man singing on the stage again, a strange gleam flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

After a while, he sat back, closed his eyes, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Cheng Yige was completely immersed in the endless stream of inspiration, and that beautiful singing voice was like a hand, straightening out the notes that had been scattered in his mind for the past few days, forming a complete melody.When he was writing hard, suddenly, the singing stopped.

His hands also stopped.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Yige blinked his eyes in confusion, why didn't his muse sing anymore?

He looked blankly toward the stage.

After looking at it for a while, he immediately got angry from his heart, and cursed viciously: "Fuck, what kind of idiot dares to touch my muse!"

He patted his thigh with a "slap", rolled up his sleeves as if looking for someone desperately: "Damn, if you dare to touch my muse, see if you don't break this grandson's leg!"

Cheng Yige was very angry. He was interrupted when he was writing a song, which was different from being pinched when he was about to climax. It was really frustrating!

Before he could move, a hand was in front of him.

Cheng Yige looked over angrily, only took one look, and immediately flinched.

Shang Siyan stood up and told him in a flat tone: "You continue to write, and I will handle it."

"Ah?" Cheng Yige couldn't believe his ears, this big boss who never cared about his own business actually wanted to rescue his muse?

Looking at the big man who left, Cheng Yige secretly pinched himself, and the instant pain made him confirm that this was the truth.He sat back blankly, took back his note pad, looked at the hasty and messy symbols recorded on it, and nodded secretly.

It seems that this little singer not only conquered him, but also conquered this big man who has always been known for his strictness, and he is indeed his muse.

Although the torn clothes have been pulled back, Wen Shi still feels that many eyes are focused on himself, that feeling is like seeing through the thin fabric, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

He shrank involuntarily.

The angry young man on the opposite side pressed him step by step. His situation was worrisome, and even the foreman cast a self-seeking gaze on him.

At this moment, there was a sudden warmth coming from his body, something covered him, blocking those malicious eyes, and then, a man stopped in front of him.

"Bullying a kid, is that all you have to do?"

Wen Shi didn't see the other person's face, but heard his voice.

The voice was deep and steady, revealing a little displeasure, combined with his upright figure, it gave people a sense of oppression without anger and prestige.

"Who are you!"

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin would come out, Wei Yin was even more upset, he was not fully awake yet, looking at the person in front of him, he only felt familiar, but he couldn't remember the identity of the other person for a while, until he heard the crowd screaming. With a sound, I squinted my eyes to look carefully, and when I looked at it, I saw a cold sweat!

"Shang, Shang Siyan!" Recognizing the other party, he was so frightened that his voice changed his tone.

As long as you live in the entertainment industry, even if you haven't met Shang Siyan himself, you have at least heard his name. He is the helm of the top entertainment company in the industry, and he can make the entertainment industry tremble three times with a cough. level person.

Why would such a boss come out to protect a little transparent?

There was a lot of discussion around, but Shang Siyan was unaffected, and said: "Are you making trouble here because you want to disgrace your Wei family?"

His tone was neither salty nor weak, and he couldn't hear any emotions, but Wei Yin was shaking so much that he could hardly stand up, barely supported his body, and said stammeringly: "I, I was joking with him... making trouble, making trouble Just for fun! Then I have something to do, so I'll leave first!"

After all, he didn't care about losing face, so he hurried to the exit.

All this happened in less than a minute from the moment when the swords were on the verge of breaking out to the moment when all the flags and flags died down. Wei San was doomed, but it was quite surprising that everything ended so peacefully now.

But in the foreman's opinion, it was best if nothing happened.

He thought, and took a look at Wen Shi. Except for the child being looked at a few times, there was nothing to lose.

When Shang Siyan turned to Wen, he asked, "Are you okay?"

Wen Shi's mood had calmed down, and when he heard his question, he replied, "It's okay, thank you for helping me out."

The attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, and he did not show extraordinary enthusiasm just because of the other party's identity or because he helped him.

Shang Siyan looked at his slightly pale but still calm face, wondering what he was thinking.

Wen Shi took off the coat on his body, held it in both hands and handed it to the other party: "Thank you for the coat, too."

Shang Siyan looked at his shoulders. Although the clothes had been pulled up, the neckline was a little loose due to the forceful pulling before, and it was sliding down continuously, revealing the whiteness bit by bit. .

Noticing his gaze, Wen Shi shrank his shoulders unnaturally.

"You're welcome." Shang Siyan took back his coat.

Wen Shi, whose hands were free again, immediately went to pull the collar, and then bowed slightly to him: "Then I will take my leave first."

After finishing speaking, Wen Shi walked towards the backstage.

Shang Siyan stood where he was, watching his back disappear into the backstage passage.

"boss!"

At this moment, Lan Qing finally recovered from his daze, leaving behind the two girls who were pinching him on the left and right, and ran over.

"Boss, did you rush over after seeing my news?" Lan Qing asked expectantly, this is really a magic weapon, in the words of those two girls, it is Su Bo!

"News?" Shang Siyan frowned slightly.

When Lan Qing saw this expression, her heart sank, didn't she, the boss didn't see the news?Then why is he here?

Bite the bullet, Lan Qing explained: "I recorded a video of Wen Shi's performance for you... His performance is really good, I think it's a pity to give up on him!"

Although facing the boss's cold gaze, Lan Qing still kept her head down and insisted on finishing her sentence.

After a moment of silence, he raised his head and wanted to say something more, but there was no sign of the boss in front of him.

He immediately looked around, and found Shang Siyan who was walking in a hurry not far away, looking in the direction, he was going to the backstage passage.

Is it time for the boss to catch up with Wen?

Lan Qing thought belatedly, and when she came back to her senses, she hurried to catch up.

When he came backstage and saw the scene in front of him, his pupils dilated in surprise.

Why did Wen Shi fall into the arms of the boss?