There are eighteen chapters left, oh, the shadow is big, we have JC and hard-working bones, above!

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Running to the door of the dead fat autumn office in one breath, young master, I took a deep breath and lucked the dantian, the hooves that were about to move, twisted back and forth a few times with the toes as a dot, and after making full preparations for warm-up, the right leg was raised back in a big move, and he posed in a tiger-style shooting posture, and was about to get up and break into the door when he suddenly heard the metal impact of the door opening the door in the office next to him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Young master, I instantly straightened my waist, turned my head slightly with a serious face, and saw that after pushing the door from the next door, I looked at my AD with strange eyes, staring deeply with suspicion, so I had to grit my teeth indignantly, and pretend to be calm and knocked on the door three times at a uniform speed. "When, when, when."

The room behind the wooden door was quiet, just when the young master I thought there was no one in the house, the anger that was running out of nowhere gradually extinguished, and I was depressed and ready to go home, Qiu Yuanyasu's unhurried voice sounded from inside the door, "Please come in!" ”

"I'm sorry," the young master secretly rolled his eyes unpleasantly, but the anger that had been extinguished could no longer be burned. I smiled arrogantly at the AD who was staring at me, turned my head and immediately became depressed, pushed the door with my shoulders down and walked into the room, shook my hand and closed the door with a "pop", and perfunctorily saluted Akimoto Yasu, who was sitting on the sofa, and said impatiently, "Mr. Akimoto, I came to talk to you about the chorus assigned to me in the new performance." ”

Yasuya Akimoto's Michelin-like body was stacked in a large hole to press the soft sofa into a large hole, and the white paper that was slumped on the coffee table in front of him was smeared so messily that it was almost impossible to tell what was written. The pencil he grabbed on the fat paw was still destroying the poor white paper, and it wasn't until the young master opened my mouth that he finally spared his life.

"Oh, you mean てもでもの涙?" He looked up at me slowly, put the pencil on the coffee table, blinked his small eyes blankly, looked me up and down with a serious gaze for a long time, and suddenly said with a trance, "You have grown a lot taller recently!" ”

"Huh?" Oh yes! What's the point of this sentence? Could it be that the young master opened the door in the wrong way? Because Mao didn't understand what he was talking about at all? Grave light!

"I understand, I'll make adjustments accordingly about this matter, you can go back today!" Qiu Yuanyasu nodded with a serious face, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his eyes when he looked at me, and then a flash of inspiration appeared on his face, and at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his figure, he copied the pencil on the coffee table back into his hand, took out a piece of white paper and put it on the coffee table, and wrote with a slight twist of his eyebrows, "Help me close the door when I go out." ”

If you understand something, let the young master roll the ball, hey? Wait until the young master finishes complaining! What kind of immediacy is this kind of sense of being held back with bitter water? Don't change the plot of this young master! Grave light!

Looking at Yasushi Akimoto, who was writing vigorously and completely entering a state of madness, the young master's words that had reached my lips were swallowed back by myself, and finally I had to return with a confused head and even more annoying anger.

In the still, sitting-down classroom, the only sound was the rustle of the tip of the pen against the paper, and the sound of the teacher walking back and forth with his hands behind his back and his face on his face.

Unlike other people, sitting at the back of the classroom by the window, I had a dark face that looked like I was constipated, staring at the paper on the desk, which was still mostly blank, and boredly poked the hapless eraser with the tip of the pen.

The surname is white, who gave you the confidence to make you think that you can mix the Chinese casually by turning a few pages of textbooks, hey? Although you won't be repeated for failing, is it really good for you to pull the deviation value of Qianli Wakai so low?

Young Master, I was trying to resist the urge to poke the tip of my pen into my hand, when I suddenly felt my chair being kicked twice rhythmically. I tilted my head a little dazedly, and looked behind me with a slight tilt of movement. I saw a paralyzed face with long straight black hair and wrapping himself into a cotton ball, looking back at me with eye level.

Wow! What an innocent face. I think you have a cute face, young master, I will believe that the second thing who kicked my chair is not you? Less naïve! Grave light! However, every time I see this girl, I want to laugh and swell? In what environment did this shortage of Baga attributes grow up? Sterile Petri dishes?

The young master raised his eyebrows at her suspiciously, and then saw that this thing pulled the corners of his lips expressionlessly, made a very failed smile, pushed the paper full of answers forward, and then as if he had done nothing, he buried his head again, and did what I did just now, and poked the eraser with the tip of the pen.

Young Master, my eyes lit up, and the pen in my hand turned around between my fingers, and then fell on the surface of the scroll and moved rapidly.

Unexpectedly, the first good guy card in Ben Shaoping's life was actually snatched by this kind of Baga, is it really a person who can't be seen? Hawkers, but I have written down this favor young master, and I will see you in the future without distinguishing between the left and right, young master, I promise to try not to laugh! Oh hahahaha......

In the spacious, windowless recording studio, filled with bright and scorching lights, three little guys, Mayu Watanabe, Aika Tada, and Haruka Nakagawa, wearing headsets that were too large for their faces, gathered together head to head, staring at the sheet music on the music stand in front of them with a slightly nervous expression, and singing seriously with little skill.

“…… According to other people's experience, it should be delicious......"

And in the tuning room, which was separated only by a huge glass room, three men with shoulder-length hair and stubble on their faces, whose faces could not be seen clearly and whose ages could not be distinguished, wore the same black headsets, stared at them with round eyes, and their hands were too clean, sliding back and forth between the many buttons on the tuner from time to time.

Contrary to their dynamics, on the leather sofa not far from the three of them, there were two other people staring at each other motionlessly, and there was no movement for a long time.

Among them, the woman who is sitting in the front is about 30 years old, although her appearance is only delicate, but with appropriate light makeup, it gives people a feeling of easy approachability. She was wearing a formal and fashionable women's suit, her long chestnut hair was neatly coiled behind her head, leaving only a slightly curly filament on her right ear, which just added a little softness to her and weakened her own too strong aura. It's just that at this moment, her eyes are almost bloodshot, and she has no intention of caring about the image anymore, and her distorted face is slightly hideous, quite a bit of gnashing of teeth.

The other man seemed to be only in his teens, with a face as delicate as fine porcelain, short hair that seemed to be uncombed, and a plain face that he didn't care about, even though his complexion was too pale and his lips were light. Her slender and slender body was wrapped in black casual trousers and a linen shirt of the same color, which made her more slender and fragile, and also made her complexion look even more pale and unhealthy. Her body collapsed into the soft sofa, the corners of her mouth were casually hooked into a shallow smile, and her eyes looked at the woman without flinching, even with a little provocation.

"I sang well this time, the pitch was much better than before, and the emotion required by the song was added." The environment was too quiet, and suddenly it was broken by one of the three men, "But the voice is still too tight, I hope you can relax a little more, understand?" ”

The girls, who had just smiled at the praise, immediately stood up straight when they heard the latter words, bowed deeply, and hurriedly replied, "Yes, thank you for your teachings. ”

"Don't be nervous, you've done a great job." The man who spoke showed a satisfied smile and glanced down at the watch on his wrist, "Since it's noon, let's take a rest first!" After lunch, I started recording in earnest, and it was hard work. ”

After explaining these words, as if to relax the girls, the three men said hello to the two people on the sofa, and then took the lead in preparing to leave. "It's hard work, Bai Zesan, and ...... This young lady. ”

"No, no, no," the older woman hurriedly stood up and bowed deeply to the three men, "Watanabe, they're still young and inexperienced, thanks to your guidance!" ”

The short-haired girl who was lazily leaning on the sofa also stood up respectfully at this time, and bowed to the three of them along with the woman, "Hard work!" Teachers! ”

The three of them saluted back, and then turned to leave, although they seemed to be well-mannered, but their expressions were a little proud.

At this time, the three of them walked out of the recording studio and came to the outer mixing room. Mayu Watanabe looked at the door in a ghostly manner, and after making sure that the three men had left, he suddenly showed a sweet smile of Aijiao, and the whole person flew towards the short-haired girl, so that Tada Aika, who was only half a step behind her, could only stare dryly, and could not get close to the short-haired girl half a step at all.

As soon as he saw them come out of the recording studio, Bai Ze, who immediately greeted them, pounced, his face became more stinky, and his expression when he looked at the short-haired girl became even more unhappy. But she didn't have an immediate seizure, but stood aside sensibly, even with a little deliberate smile on her face.

Mayu Watanabe's arms hooked the girl's neck, like a cat who only loves to be coquettish, and rubbed the other party's face hard with his cheeks that were still a little baby fat, "Sister, Mayouyou just sang ......"

"Nasty! You're going away! Sister, you're not alone! Aika Tada pouted in annoyance, and her white paws grabbed Mayu Watanabe's clothes, trying hard to tear her off the short-haired girl.

“…… Is it good? Watanabe Mayu insisted on finishing his words, and then turned his head to look at Tada Aika with an angry face, his arms wrapped tightly around the arms of the short-haired girl, like a python that had caught its prey, and he did not relax at all in his grip on the other party, "Sister, I am alone, you have to come and rob me!" What's more, I called my sister to accompany me today, what does it have to do with you?! ”

"You're talking nonsense," Aika Tada pushed Mayu Watanabe away a little, grabbed the collar of the short-haired girl with her little paws, and her little nose was wrinkled with fine folds, "Although it was you who called, my sister must have come to accompany me!" ”