"Ding Ding Ding..."

The information on Shen Xinni's side exploded wildly, and the sound of receiving the information on Ye Chen's computer kept ringing.

But this did not wake up Ye Chen, who had been fighting for two days in a row, and he was still asleep.

It wasn't until dawn the next day that Ye Chen slept until he woke up naturally.

Ye Chen slept in the recording studio, after all, the recording of a sample with an arrangement had to be completed in the recording studio.

Being able to spend the night in the studio is actually a privilege.

Since Ye Chen often came to the recording studio, he became familiar with the teacher who took care of the recording studio.

According to the requirements of the escort competition, the recording of the songs is done by yourself.

Of course, asking classmates to help is also tacitly allowed, after all, the quality of the lyrics and singing level of the escorted works is valued, and the recording is not within this range.

Therefore, there will be many students who ask the teacher who takes care of the recording studio to help, after all, this teacher Chen Wei is a professional recording engineer.

Mr. Chen Wei is a very dedicated teacher, he can help students to record, but he has his own principles, he requires students to follow him carefully every step of the way.

At the beginning, Teacher Chen Wei noticed Ye Chen, because Ye Chen was different from other classmates, Ye Chen had never asked him to help with the recording.

With this curiosity, Chen Wei also quietly observed Ye Chen outside the recording studio.

At this time, Teacher Chen found that Ye Chen's movements looked very skillful and professional, as if he had studied systematically.

In fact, Chen Wei had heard of Ye Chen's name before.

After all, Ye Fei's fame is too big in Tianhai No. 2 Middle School, and no teacher will not know Ye Fei.

And the title of kraft candy Ye Chen has slowly spread among teachers.

"It seems that the old saying 'seeing is believing and hearing is false' is still very correct, Ye Fei is so good, brother Ye Chen will naturally not be bad."

This is a sentence that Chen Wei once said when he saw Ye Chen focusing on recording.

Even later, when he saw Ye Chen helping Ye Fei revise the details, Mr. Chen Wei felt that Ye Chen was more professional than Ye Fei in terms of recording.

"It would be nice if this kid could learn from me, but it's a pity that everyone knows it, and there's nothing to teach others."

This is a sentence from Mr. Chen Wei later.

Anyway, for Ye Chen, Chen Wei likes it more and more.

It is precisely because of this that Ye Chen has the privilege of occupying the recording studio for such a long time.

If you try someone else, you will be blown out, and you want to sleep in the studio, and you will be paralyzed when you sleep, do you want to record your snoring in it.

Ye Chen rubbed his sleepy eyes, and when he saw so many short stands on the screen, he couldn't help but be a little confused.

"What are they, they can't all be sent by unintentional fish, right?"

Sure enough, when Ye Chen saw it, it was really sent by an unintentional fish.

"Midsummer Morning Breeze, that song "Nanshan Nan" can be used as a bar song, and as for the other one, sing it directly to me."

"Uh... Is this good, raise the price to 80,000, you can help write another one, anyway, no matter what, I'll use that song. ”

"Well, it's Sauce Purple, don't reject me, I'll pretend I don't understand."

"I don't understand"

"Understandable appearance"

"Appearance"

"Look"

"Sub"

After Ye Chen finished reading it, he also smiled helplessly at the screen.

Isn't this unintentional fish obviously coquettish, cute, and cheating around?

Ye Chen could see from the gender in the information that the heartless fish was a woman, but he didn't know what age the other party was, whether it was Lori or a girl, whether it was a royal sister or intellectual.

But from the tone of these words, Ye Chen felt that the age of this heartless fish should not be very old.

"Brought that song and sang it yourself? What does it mean if you want me to write another bar song? ”

Ye Chen couldn't quite understand the meaning of this heartless fish, but he didn't bother to think about it so much.

Sell the lyrics and songs, and then it's the buyer's own business, Ye Chen doesn't need to worry about that.

"Buy another song for 80,000 yuan?"

The price of 80,000 yuan is already very high, and those well-known songwriters are almost higher than this price.

Ye Chen wanted to spread as many lyrics and songs from that world as possible to this world anyway, since the other party wanted one more, then sell one more.

"I've been busy in the last few days, so I'll send you the lyrics and songs I wrote again when I have time, okay?"

Ye Chen edited the information and sent it over.

"Yes, yes, of course, it's up to you."

Ye Chen didn't expect that as soon as his message was sent, the other party would come back.

"Is this waiting in front of the computer? But I didn't see the messages until I slept until I slept, alas, I couldn't have waited all night in front of the computer, right? ”

Ye Chen thought to himself in confusion.

And the truth is similar to what Ye Chen thought, Shen Xinni was so eager for that song, so after sending a text message to the station yesterday, she has been staying in front of the computer.

Later, I was so sleepy that I insisted on sleeping in front of the computer.

Such a cold girl, if it weren't for the music she loved, it would be really difficult for her to do this.

I don't know if Ye Chen knew that Shen Xinni, who had always ignored him, would be like this, and his heart would be dark.

After thinking about it, Ye Chen returned to the heartless fish:

"Okay, so be it."

Ye Chen could see that the other party's woman only cared about whether the song could be sung to her, and as for what song to create, the other party didn't care much.

"Wait, wait, Midsummer Morning Breeze, let me ask you another question, is that song "Nanshan Nan" really suitable for the style of the bar?"

When Ye Chen was about to turn off the computer and leave, the message from the other end came over again.

Since Ye Chen decided to write songs for others, he naturally thought that other people's bars could be opened.

Seeing that there was still some time before the release of the semi-final list, Ye Chen decided to take advantage of this time to tell the unintentional fish about the feelings of customers in the bar at several stages.

These are the three stages of the bar:

At first, it is not yet in a state, and gradually reaches the time of high tide and finally calms down.

Of course, Ye Chen said to Shen Xinni in detail, and it could even be said that she was a lot of verbosity.

After all, it was to deal with the Yuan Dynasty party, where would Ye Chen not care.

"I have to say, in the middle of summer morning breeze, the little woman admires you more and more, and you even know how to run a bar."

"Listening to what you say, putting 'Nanshan Nan' after customers are tired of the noisy music, well, I think it should work well."

Ye Chen learned from Shen Xinni's message that the other party was indeed a young girl.

But Ye Chen still wouldn't have thought that a girl with a cold temperament like Shen Xinni would take the initiative to say out and worship someone, what a shocking thing it would be.

This sense of picture is like Wang Ergou, who was moving bricks, was suddenly confessed by Liu Yifei, Wang Ergou tactfully pretended to refuse, but Liu Yifei said that he would drag him to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

"Let's see how it will play in the bar later."

Ye Chen didn't say anything to Shen Xinni, after all, the aesthetics of the two worlds might be different in some aspects, and Ye Chen didn't dare to guarantee it.

"I still have some things, and I'll send you new works when I have time."

After speaking, Ye Chen withdrew his account for Midsummer Morning Wind.

He got up and walked towards the gymnasium.

"Midsummer Morning Breeze, my name is Shen Xinni, can I make a friend, I feel that I need you very much in terms of music..."

On the other side of the computer, the Frost Girl mustered up a lot of courage to send this text message from the station.