Zhang Yao lives in a good area, the bus station is only a few dozen meters away from the community, and Ai Xiaoqi followed with great interest after school.

The food sold at the entrance of the community is preparing to close the stall, there is no card at the gate, and there is no professional security, just a lady is responsible for guarding the door, and the personnel are almost ignored when they enter and exit.

Stepping into Zhang Yao's door, Ai Xiaoqi threw her backpack on the sofa in the living room at random, looked around, and said, "Yes, you actually live in a four-bedroom apartment by yourself, except that the floor looks old and should have been demolished a long time ago." ”

weishenme can't hear it from these words at all, it's a compliment? Zhang Yao shrugged his shoulders and said: "This is what my grandfather left to my mother, the community was the living area of the state-owned enterprise back then, and no one has ever asked after the restructuring, not to mention that it has been built for more than 20 years, can it not look old." ”

This is the memory found in Zhang Yao's head, and it is really difficult to find other advantages in the house besides being big enough.

Ai Xiaoqi continued: "If I were you, I would sell it directly, and then go and buy a new one." The location is good, the price can't be cheaper, and you don't need such a large area by yourself. ”

"Cut, you know what."

Zhang Yao smiled and said: "I'm making up my mind, should I rent other rooms to beautiful tenants, and study hard to be admitted to university under the encouragement of the beautiful tenants' fragrant temptation, this is the beautiful haode life." ”

"I finally understand that you can write songs, and it obviously takes skills to daydream to be able to do it to your level."

Ai Xiaoqi glanced at Zhang Yao with contempt, and then said, "Aren't you going to show me how to use software to achieve the effect of false sound?" ”

"Please."

Zhang Yao took Ai Xiaoqi to the study, patted the pop filter on the display screen and said: "See, I recorded here, I originally wanted to directly use glass to surround a small recording studio, but unfortunately the budget is not enough." ”

"If you have recording equipment, you must be recording?" Ai Xiaoqi pouted and sat down next to Zhang Yao.

Zhang Yao didn't say much, he directly turned on the computer, opened the mixing software and dragged in the cappella he had recorded before, and then slowly turned up the tone.

At first, the voice became a little weird, but slowly it became a sweet girl in the video, Zhang Yao stared at Ai Xiaoqi and said, "See? ”

"Is this okay?" Ai Xiaoqi's eyes widened, expressing disbelief.

"I found it by accident, and it felt like fun."

Zhang Yao turned off the mixing software, opened Kubo and entered his podcast, and sadly found that the click-through rate was less than 50, the number of downloads was not a single one, and the comments were still zero.

Is Hatsune going to be destroyed in her own hands? Zhang Yao was depressed, because he hoped that the video could be disseminated, he deliberately chose to be available for download, but whether he could download it or not was the same result.

"Look at it every few minutes, are you annoyed? Now everyone is paying attention to "The Sound of Dreams", who will pay attention to your video. ”

Zhang Yao's attention frequency makes Ai Xiaoqi a little unbearable, which gives him a little comfort, there is a clear target on the homepage of the cool broadcast website, and it is the only online copyright owner of "The Voice of Dreams", and you have to watch 30 seconds of related advertisements when you open the video, and it seems reasonable that you will be left out in the cold.

Wait and see, if it really doesn't work, you can get "Song of Throwing Onions", anyway, the first tone of not throwing onions is not a good first tone, so that people in this time and space can also understand what is called the Brainwashing Divine Comedy.

Zhang Yao thought about sitting down and decided, and Ai Xiaoqi said again: "There is another question, if you want to make your debut, will weishenme record a demo and send it to the record company?" You must know that Internet singers are dying of light, and there are many popular Internet songs, but there is no one who can make waves after becoming famous. ”

After a pause, Ai Xiaoqi continued: "You can play online music, forget it, you still play such a high-end game, you are sick." ”

"I don't want to be a singer yet, I still want to go to university. Well, you just think I'm idle and bored. ”

Zhang Yao paused as he spoke, and then continued: "But I want to discuss with you a question, is the main reason why you said that Internet singers died when they saw the light was because they were too ugly?" ”

Ai Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment, couldn't help laughing, and said: "If you don't say that I haven't paid attention to it, it seems that the Internet singer is really handsome." Well, in fact, it's not just an Internet singer, there didn't seem to be a few handsome male singers in the mainland before the draft became popular. ”

"There are a lot of handsome guys in the draft, but the strength is too poor in comparison, so I can only rely on my face to be a little girl."

The two planes, how similar is this, Zhang Yao recalled the situation of the original time and space, it seems that this is really the case, those superstars who are at the top of the list, including those who like him, one by two...... Well, it seems that this topic cannot be further discussed, and the attack is too wide, and it will cause public anger.

Ai Xiaoqi stood up, walked to the piano and sat down, opened the lid and played it casually a few times, frowned and said, "I don't feel it at all, and the timbre is bad enough." ”

"How good do you want to buy it for 20,000 yuan?"

Zhang Yao rolled his eyes and stood up, saying, "I'll go get a drink, orange juice, right?" ”

Zhang Yao is still very clear about Ai Xiaoqi's preferences, and after bringing the juice, Ai Xiaoqi took a sip of Erlang's legs, leaned on the piano and said: "Although the song "Sweet" has been confirmed to be sung by you, you have not forgotten your friends, this matter is worthy of praise." But—"

Ai Xiaoqi raised her voice, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Now there are only a few days left before the finals, have you written my song?" If you delay it because of the bad taste of messing up, you are also guilty of an unforgivable sin. ”

Now it's too easy for Zhang Yao to "write a song", although it is true that he hasn't written it yet, but he has thought about it before, so he said: "Don't worry, even if I forget that I am a man, I will not forget your things, I will play a song for you first, and it will definitely satisfy you." ”

"Then please." Ai Xiaoqi learned Zhang Yao's tone just now and gave him a seat.

After playing the song, Ai Xiaoqi couldn't help but nod with joy and said: "Your self-confidence really has enough reasons, if the two can sound so good, winning the championship will be nine out of ten." ”

Ai Xiaoqi was very satisfied with this song, and then said: "It's okay to write only one song, the head teacher came to me before, saying that it is not suitable to sing love songs all the time at this age, although he did not object to me participating in the competition, but he suggested that I change some songs to sing." ”

"Isn't No. 1 Middle School quite open-minded, how can there be such a painful suggestion?"

Zhang Yao rubbed his forehead, since ancient times, most of the poems and songs have written feelings, and people also like this, and the four or five-year-old little children love to sing, because they are exposed to these things everywhere, even if Ai Xiaoqi doesn't sing, it's not the same that someone can sing.

Besides, Ai Xiaoqi is almost eighteen years old, she is just singing, at least better than her peers who have been in love many times, right?

Ai Xiaoqi said: "Our homeroom teacher's thinking is relatively conservative, and we are his students and can't help but listen, in short, you can change the genre of the next song." ”

"So inspirational is always okay, right?"

Zhang Yao had already thought of a suitable song in his mind, which would definitely make it impossible for conservative people to pick thorns.

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It's very late to deal with things, and my head is messed up when I code words, so I'm doing this today......