After class, students from neighboring classes and even other grades heard the news and came to him, Song Ya's hands were sour, and he almost caused a riot in the cafeteria at noon, and only restored order under the pressure of the vice principal.

"It seems that my choice is right, writing a hundred platinum singles is not as famous as the singer in front of the stage......"

Song Ya, who confirmed that she was really popular, slipped directly into the squash court in order to avoid the crowd after school.

Swing the racket and smash the squash ball against the wall again and again, with only boring swings and 'bang!' in your ears. Boom! 'Sound.

FINALLY CLEARED UP FOR A WHILE, "HI, APLUS." "The white girl who flirted with herself last time reappeared.

"Hi ......"

Song Ya had no choice but to slap the ball to the corner casually, and turned around to greet the girl, the other party had his hands behind his back, the sports attire of white shorts and T-shirt made her good figure unobstructed, and her tall chest rose and fell violently, and she didn't know if she was tired from playing or because of nervousness.

"I'm in the badminton club over there." She pointed outside.

"Cool."

After experiencing the Halle dentist incident, Song Ya knows that this kind of sending children into a good private middle-class family has a bit of social energy in the local area, and there is an old saying that rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest, obviously the other party is intentional, he still chooses to pretend to be stupid, this kind of girl is not so easy to get rid of.

"Do you have time for the evening? Perhaps, we can go to the movies. ”

The girl opened the appointment generously, more active than last time, Song Ya felt that she was not only intentional, but also a little bit of a posture of rushing up.

"Uh...... I still have to practice singing at night. He declined.

"What song do you practice? New songs? ”

"It's all there, and you have to practice old songs."

“I can feel that body shake，And the heat between your legs……”

The girl casually sang two more explicit lyrics, and then shyly lowered her head to eat and laugh, "Is this the one?" Am I singing that right? When he raised his head again, his eyes were already full of affection, and he didn't forget to bite his lip at Song Ya, "Or, take me to visit your recording studio." ”

Wait, what's going on with your faint! "yes, I posted this song......"

Song Ya's voice did not fall, "Bichi! Several black girls appeared from behind the good girl, and the eldest sister who led the team pushed her, "While everyone is not paying attention, ah?" ”

"Hey! What are you doing? Bullying? I'll sue the teacher! The good girl warned her.

"yes, go sue it, Biyiah Chi......" A black girl behind her began to show her racial talent.

The good girl looked at Song Ya and saw that he didn't mean to be a hero to save the beauty, "OK, OK, you guys wait." With a flick of his hair, he left in a huff.

"HEY, APLUS." The chubby eldest sister stretched out her fist towards Song Ya, "Twelveth grade, my name is Denise, and she is ......"

The eldest sister introduced a few younger sisters to Song Ya very socially, "We have set up a fan club for you, and only our own people can participate, and I will cover you in the school in the future, and I will ensure that there will be no more Bichi like just now to harass you." ”

"yes, Denise has someone in the family in PN Oh......" a little sister helped.

There are also female gangsters in this private school?

Song Ya wondered before she reacted after bumping punches with her, no! PN？ People Nation？ Isn't that an alliance with a rival gang that GD is bloodied in the South City? The other party didn't even know his background and rushed over to make friends.,It seems that it's a fake social person.。

Song Ya remained silent and pretended to be happy to deal with a few words.

"Don't bother you, keep playing, remember, I'll cover you."

Denise was very happy by Song Ya, and she was also very face-saving in front of the little sisters, and said goodbye happily.

"Alas!"

Song Ya fooled them away and sighed, "Can't you stay here anymore?" Is it going to be transferred to an aristocratic school next year? APLUS three moves? ”

"Was there a fight here just now?"

After a while, the teacher came, it was the physical education teacher who taught the ball, a middle-aged white man who liked to drape his sweater over his shoulders and tie a knot on his chest with his sleeves.

"It's nothing, they're kidding." Song Ya replied.

"Hmph."

The PE teacher threw him a pamphlet, "There is a youth squash tournament in February, you can represent our school to participate." ”

"I play squash just to get clean, hey!" Song Ya complained secretly, looked down at the time, and returned the booklet to the teacher, "I may not be able to go." ”

"Gotta go! I know you're doing well in school, but joining a sports club is obligated to fight for honor for the school, otherwise I can deduct your credits, and I don't care if you're a singer or not. "The PE teacher made a stern threat.

"I really can't go."

"Hmph, can't you go with credit deductions?"

"Don't deduct my credits, teacher, I really can't go......"

"Did you have anything important that day?"

"I'm going to the Grammys!"

"Gray ...... Beauty? ”

"Yay! Grammys! ”

Well, the teacher is still reasonable, Song Ya kept his credits, he raised his collar, bent his neck and went to the parking lot to drive the F150 A+ record like a thief.

In the control room, Delai was discussing sampling plans with hired musicians, and the musicians brought a few girls to sit on the sofa together, holding wine glasses, and chatting with each other. It seems that the wine cabinet in the control room has also been set up, but fortunately, under Song Ya's resolute control, there will be no unpleasant smell of leaves here.

Al was pulled by Big A to do a radio show, and the two were blowing nonsense in the broadcast studio.

"Why is this more and more like Old Joe's music......"

Song Ya grunted into the office, and Song Asheng was already waiting inside with an old Chinese man.

"Boss......" he pointed to his watch, signaling that Song Ya was late.

"Oh! I forgot about it. ”

Song Yayi patted his head, remembering that he had made an appointment with a tailor to come to the door to measure his size today, this old man was introduced by Song Asheng, and it is said that he is a very powerful tailor of the Ningbo Red Gang, who has been in the United States for decades.

"The boss of this dress is going to wear it to the Grammys, don't care how much it costs, do it better, you know?"

Song Asheng was nagging on the side, and the old man just agreed.

Song Ya stood up straight and asked him to measure all parts of his body, holding a fabric sample in his hand, and picking the safest dark color.

The Grammys are not as dressed as the Oscars, and the singers are generally at the forefront of the trend, and Columbia Records' advice on the choice of dress for the awards ceremony is also more fashionable than formal. But the celebration reception after that is different, generally requires formal attire, the more formal the better, the dress is fine, and the tuxedo is better.

Even if the tuxedo is it, according to Song Ya's aesthetics, it is really unacceptable, it is better to have a dress.

Mariah Carey received five nominations and live performances, and if nothing else, Best New Artist was a surefire winner, while other awards were a matter of luck, and Columbia Records' PR skills were actually more important.

"The Grammys are going to be on February 20th, and you have to deliver them by at least the 15th." Song Ya sent the tailor and Song Asheng out of the door and admonished.

"Rest assured, rest assured."

The two left.

The girls brought by the musicians should have seen themselves, and one of them used the excuse of going to the bathroom, and when he went out, he bumped into Song Ya's arms, who were about to go back to the office.

"I'm sorry, are you alright...... Wow, are you APLUS? I ......"

The other party pretended to be quite similar, but Song Ya was already an old man, "It's okay, it's okay." Without waiting for the other party to finish, he politely turned sideways, strode back to the office, and closed the door.

Swept the agent's business card on the table into the drawer, and threw all the singer's resume into the shredder, "Let's do this efficiently, tsk......" He smugly turned on the record player and sang for the watch rehearsal on the late-night show.