Cheongdam-dong, in his apartment, sitting on a chair, Oh Jae-young was busy making one last adjustment to the demo. Today is the day of recording the album, not his.

Wu Zairong suddenly felt that there were more silky strands of hair on his shoulders, and his nose was also surrounded by a good smell. Without looking up, he knew that she was coming.

Wu Zairong didn't make a sound, and Zheng Xiuyan also quietly watched him busy beside his head, and no one broke the silence at the moment.

Perhaps feeling a little tired from leaning over, Zheng Xiuyan simply lay on Wu Zairong's back. Let him bear her weight.

"Are you lighter again?" Feeling the weight on his shoulders, "Are you still losing fat?" That's not good, it's bad for your body. ”

"Where?" Oh Jae-young said that she had lost weight, and Jung so-yeon was very happy. However, it's really not because you're losing fat.

"Have you been training hard lately?"

"No, it's just because I'm working out." Zheng Xiuyan pursed her lips and raised her slender arms.

It is very strange that in order to enhance her physical strength, Zheng Xiuyan also began to exercise constantly, but she couldn't train her muscles, so she could only lose weight. Wu Zairong didn't know whether she was losing body fat or muscle.

"Oba," Zheng Xiuyan's voice was lazy, as if she really planned to sleep on his shoulder.

"Huh?" Wu Zairong simply put down the work in his hand, turned his head, and looked at Zheng Xiuyan, but it was stained with Zheng Xiuyan's hair. For a while, Wu Zairong's nasal cavity was full of Zheng Xiuyan's fragrance.

"Ahh Zheng Xiuyan didn't expect Wu Zairong to suddenly turn her head, and there was only a centimeter distance between her cheeks and hers. Feeling the breath that Wu Jaerong exhaled, she was shy.

Through his hair, Oh Jae-young saw Zheng Xiuyan's red little face, which was so cute that people wanted to take a bite on it. He really did it too, and really "bite" it.

Zheng Xiuyan's eyes widened unconsciously, not to mention her face this time, even her neck was red.

"Oba!" The hatred that I thought about in my heart was spoken, and only shyness remained.

"Su-yeon." Because of Oh Jae-young's call, Jung so-yeon raised her head that hung down because of shyness, "Can you eat the cosmetics you smeared?" "He has a habit of pursing his lips, and if he doesn't wipe it, the makeup on his mouth will definitely enter his stomach.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!h The old lady was kissed by you, and you actually said such a bad thing, Zheng Xiuyan couldn't care about being shy, and raised two small fists and smashed them on Wu Zairong.

"Hahahahaha

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Before her debut, she made an album for Zheng Xiuyan, which she wrote, sang, and recorded herself, which only belonged to her, and it was an idea that I had a long time ago.

He wasn't very good at writing songs sung by girls, and he didn't think the songs he was satisfied with could make up the number of albums, so the idea was delayed.

However, there is no way around it. If he hadn't taken advantage of this time to be more free and get this done, since the album was promoted in '06, maybe he wouldn't be able to complete this idea until the end of '06. So, he changed a few songs that were originally sung by boys, and the high quality made up the number of an album.

How can the lower bite be so ruthless? Lying on the ground, Wu Zairong hugged his arm, looked at the tooth marks, and smiled bitterly. However, not biting your face is the most fortunate thing. Who makes himself cheap?

If it weren't for Zheng Xiuyan's physical strength, otherwise her entire arm would probably be gone.

Looking back at Zheng Xiuyan, who was sitting on the chair and had just made a smooth progress, she was so high-spirited, it was so cute.

Zheng Xiuyan also found that Wu Jaeyoung was in herself, a trace of blush flashed on her face, and her nose was curled higher. The attributes of the tsundere are fully displayed at this time.

"Su-yeon." took a stool and placed it next to Zheng Xiuyan, and Wu Jaeyoung walked up to her.

Zheng Xiuyan turned her head, and her deliberately bulging bun face seemed to say, I don't want to talk to you.

Oh Jae-young reached out and gently pinched her cheek. It feels so good, you have to pinch it more in the future, Wu Zairong flashed such a thought in his heart.

Zheng Xiuyan turned her head, and the murderous look in her eyes told Wu Zairong that if she didn't give her an explanation, today next year would be his death day. It's just that Zheng Xiuyan's cute bun face is really not convincing at all.

"Xiuyan, see if you should give up your position to me. It's time to record, or the first song of the day, I won't be able to finish recording. ”

"Hmph."

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Jung so-yeon walked into the recording studio and waited for instructions.

Through the glass, Wu Zairong saw her serious and nervous face, "Relax, it's okay, I'm here." Pointing to himself, "I'm a producer, what are you worried about, I'm worried that I'll scold you." ”

As soon as Wu Zairong said this, Zheng Xiuyan also relaxed, "Oba, let's start." ”

Make a gesture, press the key, and as the intro of the song sounds, the recording officially begins. In order to better hear Jung so-yeon's voice, Oh Jae-young closed his eyes.

He didn't know how Zheng Xiuyan would perform this song, because he hadn't told Zheng Xiuyan about the song.

During the production process, the producer had to talk to the singer about how to perform the song before recording, so that the album would be consistent with his expectations.

But Wu Zairong didn't, the work he did was only to hand over the song to Zheng Xiuyan two weeks in advance, and at most he only made a few simple small notes on the song.

The so-called explanation is nothing more than allowing the singer to forcibly swallow the producer's opinion, which restricts the singer's personal performance.

Oh Jae-young won't do that, even if it takes longer, and he hopes to be able to let Jung so-yeon play without restrictions. Because, this was originally an album dedicated to Zheng Xiuyan.

Jung so-yeon's voice sounded, and Oh Jae-young's eyebrows twitched a few times and smiled. His singing skills have improved a lot, and his control of his voice has also made great progress. It can be said that under his own guidance, he has reached a level that is difficult for many debut singers to achieve.

Zheng Xiuyan's voice is very recognizable. Compared to products on the assembly line, it is a sound that is hard to forget once you listen to it.

Clear, delicate, crisp, thin, but powerful. The power that trembles the eardrums, the power that hits the heart. Five years of practice has provided her with enough accumulation.

However, it is also flawed.

Too special a voice means that the music works are picky, and some works are difficult to display thoroughly by this kind of voice, and you will miss a lot of opportunities, which is similar to Dong Yong Pei.

However, since you have yourself, you don't have to worry about this kind of problem. Anyway, with the reputation of a genius creator, there will definitely be no shortage of musical works.

"How? Oba. After singing the whole song, Wu Jae-young didn't shout a pause, and he is still now, still with his eyes closed. Zheng Xiuyan didn't know how to sing.

"Very good." Wu Jaerong applauded.

The emotions are a little lacking, but they are already very good, and that is the requirement for top singers. For a seventeen-year-old girl who doesn't have much experience, such a request is really a bit unreasonable.

PS (Everyone should know that the speed of writing emotional dramas in the second middle school is slow.) ）