captive hacker god

Suddenly, a burst of footsteps drilled into the eardrum from far and near, and the faint smell of tobacco also approached, anyone?

Owen recovered his senses and glanced at the source of the sound. The people walking down the stairs from the upper floor seemed to have also noticed his existence. Their footsteps stopped, and their eyes met the man with a cigarette in the air. They froze for a moment and nodded lightly hint.

Owen turned around and planned to leave without saying hello at all.

After he left the back building, the man frowned as if displeased, and within a few seconds, a panicked male voice along with the sound of running came from above: "God Ling, do you still have time to smoke here? It’s not finished, there’s still a lot of work waiting for you!”

Ling Yan clicked his tongue, and continued to puff out smoke rings unmoved, until the hard-to-ignore figure of the manager surnamed Xiong came into view, and he sighed slowly: "Oh, that's why I I want a newcomer..."

"Master Ling, what are you talking about? Could it be that I'm not treating you well~ I can't satisfy you~" The manager surnamed Xiong pulled out a square scarf and put it on the corner of his lips, biting it unwillingly.

Ling Yan looked away again, "..."

This expression combined with the bear-like figure is a complete disaster. Perhaps even a master artist like Ling Yan changed his face unconsciously. This is simply visual pollution...!

Without saying a word, Ling Yan pinched out the half cigarette left in his hand, turned around and left at the same time, he also thought of something, and paused, "By the way, do I look like a passerby?"

The manager surnamed Xiong was taken aback for a moment, and exaggeratedly shouted like a nympho: "How is it possible! God Ling has a god-like appearance, a perfect figure and a slightly melancholy temperament. Even if God Ling is not a star, he will be a celebrity An aristocrat to look up to!"

Ignoring the previous paragraph, Ling Yan whispered to himself, "Really?"

So the boy with peach blossom eyes didn't know him?Still hate him?

"Ah, it would be nice to replace the manager with him."

The low murmur passed into the manager Xiong's ears and caused another tragedy——With his well-developed muscles and such a feminine inner body, the existence of this person is already a tragedy... right?

The low, thick and magnetic voice is released, and the explosive metal light tone is full of masculine wildness in the song.

Producer Xu and Ling Feiyan have never collaborated before. This time, he was suddenly ordered to produce an album whose titles have yet to be determined. The song lines prepared are in various genres. It is a pity... Ling Feiyan is not born to follow the line of the saint of love, slow shooting There is an awkward feeling in the song in his mouth.

This rock music sounds pleasing to the ear at first glance, but if you listen carefully, you will find that there is an indescribable dissonance between the tone and the lyrics, "This is what you just recorded...?" Owen lightly stroked his chin with his index finger, if there is thought.

"Yes, how does Er Shao feel?" Producer Xu was a little sweaty. It was unexpected that there was only such a song that could be heard in the whole morning. criticize.

Owen thought about it for a long time, and gave a very straightforward and pertinent evaluation, "It feels like the singer's pitch...it's terrible."

"..." Producer Xu's mouth twitched fiercely, he didn't expect Er Shao to speak so harshly.

As soon as Ling Feiyan stepped out of the glass door of the soundproof room, he heard his words, and shrugged without guilt, "Owen, it's also my first time singing, so give me some time to adapt."

Owen blinked, "But a layman like me also feels that listening to you sing is torture."

If someone else said these words, Ling Feiyan might have had an "explosion", but Owen's words were always straightforward, and Ling Feiyan was not without self-knowledge, so he said calmly, "Maybe I don't have the talent to be a singer. .”

Producer Xu was dumbfounded, "..."

He began to feel that this pair of artists and managers was a bit different from ordinary people. Before he could tell the second young master that he could not sing well, he could rely on post-production mixing to get over it. What Owen said next made him more confused.

"Did you only shoot commercials before?" In Owen's pitiful imagination, artists are nothing more than singing, filming commercials and the like. Simply put, they are entertainers.

"Of course not, I was born in acting." The manager knew nothing about himself, and Ling Feiyan was already used to it.

"Really?" Owen glanced at him up and down for a long while, then lifted his chin and said without looking away, "That's right, you'd better not follow the fashion and follow the singer route."

Ling Feiyan answered helplessly, "It's not that I want to follow the trend, it's that this is the only job I have now."

This one-on-one answer is only heard in the ears of others: "..."

Producer Xu twitched and looked at the second young master and Ling Feiyan, wondering if Ling Feiyan, who was next to the second young master, could really become popular?

These two people seem to have no ambition to become great gods at all!It should be the wish of every star to make a record, right?An unmotivated artist and a second young master with no common sense... The more he thinks about it, the more gloomy the world becomes for him. Can he really become a famous producer with this record?He was very suspicious.

"Stop talking about that." Ling Feiyan smiled, straightening his bangs that were messed up by him naturally and affectionately, "Owen, are you hungry?"

"A little bit." Owen nodded in response.

"Well," Ling Feiyan looked at his watch, "That's right...you didn't eat much before going out, how about going to eat now? You should be able to rest for a while?" He said, turning his head to ask Producer Xu.

Apparently he forgot that Owen was not an ordinary manager. Producer Xu looked at Ling Feiyan and then at Owen, showing a dazed expression, and nodded in agreement, "Yes, everyone, let's go to dinner first."

Second Young Master wants to rest, how dare he say no?What's more, although the progress can't be said to be smooth, the second youngest is of course the boss who has to take care of it. As for the recording studio scheduling, someone above him is willing to let him go.

The staff couldn't help sighing secretly, wondering whether to say that Producer Xu knows how to behave, or that the second young master has a big face, and working with the boss is not as unfortunate as imagined.

Ling Feiyan already understood some of Owen's habits, so he consciously picked up the notebook on the side for him, took Owen with him, and left with him. As soon as they stepped out of the recording studio, the people inside couldn't help but began to gossip—

"Have you noticed?"

"Of course, it's quite obvious... The second young master didn't avoid suspicion."

"I didn't expect the second young master to like men. That guy Ling Feiyan is really lucky! They still live together!"

"Actually, even if Ling Feiyan was the one who was submerged, Ling Feiyan is lucky for Er Shao's good looks, right?"

"That's right, even if I don't like men, if Second Young Master wants to sneak on me, I will never refuse!"

"Cut! With your appearance, Second Young Master won't take a fancy to you!"

"What do you mean, am I so bad? At least I have a better temper than Ling Feiyan, and I will never lose my temper if I work hard."

"Shh, Ling Feiyan is not what it used to be, be careful not to let Er Shao hear these words..."

"I know, but Ling Feiyan is a little different from the rumors! It's easy to get along with."

"Well... maybe he's in a good mood?"

……

It's not that Ling Feiyan didn't notice the strange eyes cast on them by the production team, and he couldn't help thinking that it seems that they haven't understood Owen's essence. Although unspoken rules are common in this circle, some women will I like to try new things, but I am not unhappy when I think that others think Owen is sneaking him, but I find it very interesting.

"What are you laughing at?" Owen asked, noticing he was laughing secretly.

Ling Feiyan shook his head, thinking that it would be better not to let Owen know about these things. Anyway, as Owen, the unspoken rules would invalidate physical attacks on him.

"Nothing, what do you want to eat?"

"Well, should you burn the fish?" Owen replied after thinking seriously for a while.

"...Okay." Ling Feiyan suppressed a smile and said yes, but in his heart he was happy that the boy had more and more feline qualities.

……

Since Fantian's staff restaurant didn't have what Owen wanted to eat, the two went to a restaurant near the company. Fortunately, Ling Feiyan had a lot of scandals, but the exposure rate was not high. No one would associate him with a star after wearing a pair of sunglasses. together.I don't know if Ling Feiyan's rogue spirit is too strong, or Owen has a strong sense of presence, and it's just Owen who is peeping.

The two sat in an inconspicuous corner. After ordering, Ling Feiyan said jokingly: "Fortunately, I'm not popular, otherwise we can only eat bento."

Owen raised his eyes and blinked, "Really?"

"Probably, I haven't seen that Heavenly King can go out to eat at will."

Ling Feiyan exchanged Owen's silence, and he said very seriously for a long time: "That's troublesome, you'd better stop being popular."

"..." Ling Feiyan was a little speechless, and a helpless voice sounded, "Owen, managers will hope that their artists will be popular."

Owen rolled his eyes, "But that's very troublesome."

In fact, when a hacker hidden behind the Internet becomes a manager who is exposed to the crowd, it is already a troublesome thing. Unfortunately, Owen, who was motivated to succeed, is unwilling to bow his head. This is the fate of pride.

It's past noon now, and there were not many customers in the restaurant. Suddenly, there was a commotion from the door, and it was a girl in red. Her gorgeous appearance and hot attire attracted everyone's attention. Note that she went straight to the left and sat down. Obviously she had an appointment with someone and just ordered a drink and sat quietly.

This was an ordinary scene, but Owen stared at the woman's side face as if thinking about something.

Seeing this, Ling Feiyan frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Do you like this type?"

Owen shook his head, looking thoughtful.

"I always feel that she looks familiar..." It seems that I have seen it "before", and the most likely thing is that I have seen it at Sima's place. Then this woman will be...

Ling Feiyan glanced aside when he heard the words, "Maybe it's a celebrity or a model?"

"No..." Owen looked like something, his slightly frowning brows loosened and replaced with a playful smile.

This smile was knocked down again in Ling Feiyan's eyes—yes, it was like the triumphant vigor of a successful cat, so cute that one couldn't surrender.