The girl group's character can't be collapsed

As soon as the manager left, Song Panxia quickly closed the door of the dance studio, tiptoedly opened Mao Yu's backpack like a thief, and took out the precious donuts.

Qin Mian squatted down and squeezed into Mao Yu's downcast eyes, holding the donut by her face, showing a sly smile.

"Don't you like the smell of chocolate?"

Mao Yu and Qin Mian looked at each other for a few seconds: "It's okay."

"It's okay." Qin Mian couldn't help but stuff the donuts into Mao Yu's hands, "Our team can't eat alone."

Song Panxia echoed from the side: "Mianmian is right!"

Mao Yu hesitated for a moment, but thanked her, and chewed the donut slowly.

Wu Qingya asked greedily: "Can I have another one?" She ate so fast just now that she didn't even taste the flavor.

Song Panxia muttered, "No one can escape the temptation of chocolate."

Qin Mian supervised Mao Yu to finish eating the whole donut before saying with satisfaction: "We are a TEAM, we want to get fat together!"

Mao Yu: "..."

She knew that Qin Mian was not a good person.

There are a total of six donuts in a box, Song Panxia and Wu Qingya were greedy and divided the extra two.

Song Panxia rolled on the floor after eating, relieved the work pressure of the cleaning aunt, and acted as a humanoid mop.

"A lot of calories, I'm going to gain weight, what should I do if I measure my weight tomorrow!"

Wu Qingya suggested self-deceivingly: "Let's drink a cup of Americano and we won't lose weight."

Song Panxia sat up rolling like a carp, and echoed with bright eyes: "Eat another apple, negative calories, offset."

The two clapped their hands tacitly, each satisfied.

Qin Mian looked and looked to the left, and stopped in vain: "You can't eat any more."

Song Panxia looked at his watch: "It's only two o'clock now, and it will be a long time until tomorrow, so I can digest it."

Wu Qingya: "That's right, that's right, let's have salad tonight."

At this time, Mao Yu cleared his throat, and the little sparrows fell silent.

Mao Yu said: "Tomorrow morning we will measure our weight, I suggest you two go to the gym for an extra hour of training."

Song Panxia's dream was shattered: "Oh."

Wu Qingya pulled her up: "Let's go, I'll teach you boxing."

Qin Mian was a little hesitant to follow, she subconsciously looked at Mao Yu, but her perspective changed in the blink of an eye.

Well, the two of them have changed bodies, and neither of them can leave.

Qin Mian said with Mao Yu's mouth: "Mian Mian and I have other business, you go first."

The nervous Wu Qingya said straightforwardly: "Then Xia Xia and I will go ahead."

Song Panxia waved at them with a strange expression: "See you later."

As soon as they went out, Song Panxia lowered her voice and said to Wu Qingya: "Have you noticed that sometimes Mao Yu calls Mian Mian by her full name, and sometimes she directly calls her Mian Mian."

Wu Qingya said: "Is there, I didn't notice."

Song Panxia narrowed her eyes, rubbed her chin and said, "My little gossip radar keeps ringing, there must be something tricky between them, just wait and see."

Wu Qingya shrugged indifferently.

In the room, Qin Mian, who didn't know that he almost fell off the horse, stretched his waist and said to Mao Yu, "I don't know how long we'll be changing this time, remember to come back and teach me after tomorrow's acting class."

Mao Yu raised her head, which was originally lowered, suddenly: "What did you say?"

The mature, unsmiling spiritual leader seemed to realize what was about to happen, and unconsciously took a step back with his right foot.

Qin Mian laughed twice, like a villain in a TV series, she said in a word: "Have you forgotten that I am cute?"

Mao Yu feels indigestion - others' packaging is icing on the cake, their packaging is a split personality.

Qin Mian added embellishment: "By the way, my personal skill is to imitate Crayon Shin-chan. Remember to practice more when you go back, so as not to reveal your secrets."

Mao Yu was deeply suspicious: "How could someone be good at memorizing Crayon Shin-chan's lines?"

Qin Mian said awe-inspiringly: "I am still a child at heart, with great love in my heart."

Mao Yu: "..."

On that day, Qin Mian was surprised to see the God of Rain who collapsed before Mount Tai, and staggered.

The wood is done.

Despite Mao Yu's reluctance in every possible way, the contract in black and white is there, and she is obliged to cooperate with the company to establish an artist image that caters to the market, even if this image belongs to Qin Mian.

In the evening, Qin Mian followed the rain to the mini studio next door.

This place is specially reserved by the company for the trainees to compose their own songs, but since Mao Yu joined the company, it has never changed its owner.

"Is it done, so quickly?"

Qin Mian remembered that Mao Yu said two days ago that only 70.00% of the project was completed.

"Well, inspiration just came."

Mao Yu sat in front of the computer and skillfully operated all kinds of electronic equipment. His dexterous hands were like magic, making music pour out continuously.

Qin Mian swayed her toes rhythmically to the sound of the music.

Mao Yu opens the memo on the phone and helps Qin Mian into it.

"I tried to fill in the words, you listen to it."

Qin Mian pricked up her ears, turned sideways, and concentrated on appreciating Mao Yu's new work.

Mao Yu took a deep breath and filled the song with grief and indignation: "You and I under the mask are puppets with strings. Whose hand is on the other end of the string will hold me firmly. The powder and ink on the mask..."

With the deepening of the lyrics, Qin Mian's eyebrows gradually became higher, and a deep gully was squeezed out between the eyebrows.

After singing a song, Mao Yu turned her head to see Qin Mian's reaction.

Qin Mian asked, "Do you have the title of the song?"

Mao Yu said in a hoarse voice, ""Pinocchio Who Lost His Nose"."

"..."

Just by hearing the name, one can feel Mao Yu's sad heart under the calm surface.

Qin Mian: "Our new image is not suitable for singing this kind of theme."

Mao Yu leaned back in the chair, looked at the glaring incandescent lamp above her head, and murmured: "Yes."

Qin Mian suddenly picked up the pen and paper on the table and asked her, "Can I change the lyrics a little bit?"

Mao Yu didn't respond.

When she acquiesced, Qin Mian held her cheeks, pouted her lips, thought hard, scribbled and corrected for a long time, and handed the densely packed lyrics paper to Mao Yu.

"Leader please review!"

Mao Yu's eyes first fell on the stick figure in the upper right corner, and then she struggled to find her lyrics in the traces of countless revisions——

You and me under the white clouds are the outlines of candy, whose hand is on the other side of the wind, smearing me with sweetness.The foam on the white clouds...

Mao Yu: "...Changed a bit?"

Qin Mian sticks out her tongue, pinches her thumb and index finger together, and slowly pulls them apart.

"A little bit more than that."

Mao Yu lowered her head and refocused on the lyrics. She had to admit that Qin Mian's lyrics were what her manager really wanted, and her lyrics were just venting her dissatisfaction with reality.

Mao Yu thought for a moment, then sighed, "Just use your version."

Qin Mian happily lay down on the table, taking advantage of the victory to pursue, pressing forward step by step.

"I think KEY can be raised a bit more, what do you think?"

"……Can."

"The title of the song may have to be changed."

"...Change it."

Mao Yu's schedule is full of acting classes. After learning "cute smile" for a day, her cheeks are stiff and her muscles are sore from smiling. The only gain is that her inspiration blows out.

Now her mind is full of DISS, and she can BATTLE with others at any time.

——Hey Bro, let me show you a real Pro.You are holding bitch in your arms and thinking about money in your head, and all I see when I step on the beach are funny... Hey girl, let me show you the real world...

Under the "high pressure" environment, Mao Yu successively created "Pinocchio Without Nose", "Pain Mask", and "Forked Road". Trojan Horse", "I Walk with You on the Tree-lined Path".

In terms of Silly Baitian, Qin Mian seems to have a unique talent.

As a partner, Qin Mian believes that she is obliged to help Mao Yu overcome her psychological barriers. After all, Mao Yu's embarrassment is her embarrassment.

Thus, Mao Yu's devil's day came.

As soon as she opened her eyes in the morning, she saw Qin Mian greeted with a smile on her face: "Good morning, Mian Mian Bing."

Mao Yu: "..."

What the hell is Mian Mian Bing? How could she say it without feeling nauseous?

Qin Mian urged her: "Hurry up, or people will think I'm rude."

Mao Yu: "...Good morning, Yuyu."

There was no weirder conversation than this, and she felt like they were two daffodils.

Desperately, this conversation must be played out on a daily basis.

Qin Mian fixed her eyes on her messy hair, and then asked, "Can I comb your hair for you?"

Mao Yuhun coughed uncomfortably: "Thank you."

Mao Yu lifted the quilt, concealed the panic in her heart, and gave the other party a firm back.

"No, I'll wash up first."

Qin Mian looked at the closed bathroom door in admiration, and thought, Mao Yu didn't get up for a run in the early morning today, it seems that she really suffered a lot.

On the other side of the door, Mao Yu was desperately splashing water on her face and tugging at her sticky bangs in frustration.

What kind of ice is there, it is obviously a needle hidden in the cotton, alas...

When she first signed the contract, she didn't even think about it. The highest threshold before her stage dream is here!

Two days later, a new DEMO was delivered to the agent.

Song Name: "Cotton Jelly"

Composer: Mao Yu

Composer: Mao Yu, Qin Mian

Lyricist: Qin Mian

After hearing this, Li Chang praised them greatly, and looked at them with admiration. He thought they would be depressed for a long time, but he didn't expect these little girls to be much stronger than he imagined.

Look how well it fits in.

He said with relief: "The melody is light and the lyrics are sweet, which is very suitable for your introductory song."

Qin Mian happily gave Mao Yu a thumbs up.

After listening to it twice, Li Chang couldn't help but ask, "What is your source of inspiration?"

Mao Yu raised his eyes: "You."

Li Chang: Huh?

So his image in the hearts of the girls is so bright?

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The author has something to say:

Mao Yu: You're thinking about farting.

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Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 2 bottles of small knives; 1 bottle of picking stars with hands;