In the recording studio on the fifteenth floor of MS Group, in the dark environment, he couldn't see his five fingers, Zhao Si'an stood in front of the microphone with his headset closed and sang, and after the song was finished, the system commented, the estimated level of the single song: 82.

Uh, that's embarrassing,

He has to sing until 85 to complete the task!

"Go on!"

Zhao Si'an put his heart into the recording again, it's been three days, and he's about to die!

Shen Wen and He Haiyan silently stared at Zhao Si'an in the glass wall, and after a long period of time, Shen Wen spoke: "Brother Si'an's singing skills are very stable, no matter how he sings, the level is always on that line, impartial, and the level of passing the recording studio once and again." ”

Zhao Si'an has recorded it for so long and recorded so many times, He Haiyan is also very anxious, every time Shen Wen says OK, even if she is a layman, she has heard it so many times and is familiar with it, no problem, but it is very good, this is not Shen Wen is hinting that the songs recorded before can be passed and can be post-produced.

He Haiyan asked: "Then why does Zhao Si'an feel that there is a problem with the song? ”

How did she know that she had to reach an evaluation of 85 through the system task, Zhao Si'an in the glass was about to cry, and she sang for so long and always remained around 82!

Shen Wen smiled: "I know you suspect that Si'an Ge is not the original author, so you don't understand." Lao Yu didn't know how Si'an Ge could create such a great song without knowing music, but Lao Yu thought that as the original author, he had a certain understanding of this song in Si'an Ge's mind, and the current situation was that Si Ange did not deduce the depth he wanted. ”

is worthy of being Lao Jiang, he guessed eight or nine and ten.

"So what should we do? It can't be stuck here, right? The general election starts next week, do you want us to compete with that garbage song distributed by the group?"

"Brother Si'an is just too stable, or he can bring some emotions to perform. ”

Mom, the old man has something to say, but he doesn't want to offend Zhao Si'an, He Haiyan angrily turned on the mark wind and yelled at Zhao Si'an, who was immersed in singing: "Come out, bastard!"

There was a sudden loud noise in the recording room, Zhao Si'an threw the headset angrily, rushed out and shouted: "Dead mother-in-law, are you a nervous person!"

"Fuck your sister!" the old man has something to say. ”

Shen Wen smiled, "Brother, I have a suggestion, you can try to interpret this song with some emotion, maybe there will be unexpected gains." ”

"I think it's weird, I changed a lot of techniques to interpret it, but it never got the effect I wanted. For example, if I were asked to interpret the ordinary song "Sidewalk" with superb skills, the evaluation would be at least one grade higher, but this "Far Sky" is not good, why?"

Zhao Si'an spread his hands, why? Could it be that the system crashed?

"The old man thinks that the song Yuankong was composed by his brother himself, so it will lead to this result. When Brother subconsciously created this song, every paragraph, every technique, and even the lyrics are suitable for your pronunciation and singing style, so no matter how you change your skills to sing, it has never changed for Brother, in fact, for onlookers, it is still a little different. ”

"That's right!" He Haiyan nodded, "It's different." ”

It's really different for her to hear it for so long, but this bastard says no!

"Why don't you sing with some emotion? Think about whether there is anything you hate? Nasty people? You want anger! You want hatred! You have to act with emotion. ”

"I'll do my best!"

Zhao Si'an turned around and walked into the recording studio, he didn't adopt Shen Wen's opinion, he thought it was a problem of skill, he still remembered that he went to listen to Jacky Cheung's concert in his previous life, and the god of song interpreted an ordinary song to an excellent realm, this is skill.

82，

82，

82，

82，

82，

Damn, the system is really stuck!

After singing so much, it's still 82!

Zhao Si'an was angry! There was anger, anger, and upset in his chest, Li Mengcheng's slander against him, and broccoli's humiliation against him, which broke out at this moment, and he yelled: "AH, what are the last words with a smile, the wound will still hurt in the end, and the days will always be unhappy......"

85！

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Zhao Si'an's current fans are only 12 million, and he likes the songs with an evaluation of 80+ and a rating of 90+, as for the following needs, he plans to put the two tunes of Yuankong and Swimming Pool on the market to earn fans, and then draw songs with a rating of 90 after more than 20 million fans.

What is the concept of 90 points?

Classic!

Even many years later, the public will remember the melody of this song in their minds, and they can even hum a few words!

Win prizes, make money, earn fans, and kill all directions!

The premise of earning fans must have excellent works, so it's decided.

"Let's start recording the pool tomorrow, I'm going to go home and practice again. As for the song Far Sky, I just recorded it. ”

Zhao Si'an walked out of the recording studio, and finally could breathe a sigh of relief, it was too difficult!

He Haiyan was surprised: "Are you sure you want that thing just now?"

It's too heart-rending to be far away.

"Brother, don't worry, I'll help you with the post-production. Shen Wen laughed on the side.

He Haiyan was annoyed, "Dead old man, you don't have a position, can that thing be used just now?" And you are a lot older, call a guy who is dozens of years younger than you a brother, and you are so loud, are you embarrassed?"

"Hehe...... Shen Wen was still smiling, "Both of them are leaders, one sister and one brother, and they respect the two from the bottom of their hearts." ”

Eh~ Zhao Si'an is full of black lines, if it weren't for Shen Wenzhen's two brushes and his ability to write songs, especially the swimming pool with a rating of 70+ helped him save 5 million fans, otherwise he would definitely have opened this old man.

"That's right. Zhao Si'an asked: "What was the fifth single sales and album sales last year?"

This is very important, how much money you can make and how many fans you can circle depends on this.

Shen Wendao: "If the song Yuankong was placed last year, it would probably be ranked fifth, and it is right to pay attention to this......

Zhao Si'an was shocked, the old man really had two brushes.

"The end result may be a little different from what my brother thinks. Last year's best song ranked ninth in sales, the song at the top of the list ranked thirteenth in sales, the one at the Tanhua level ranked seventh, the fourth song was second, and the fifth song ranked fourth. ”

"Why is this happening?" Zhao Si'an didn't react, the result was too unexpected.

He Haiyan nodded and said: "There was a song that didn't rank high in sales last year, but I like it very much, and the old man is referring to that song." ”

Shen Wen nodded solemnly, "You guessed right. ”