The next morning, Connie was speeding on her way to school in a Ford pickup.

Emily sat in the co-pilot, Songya lay in the back seat to catch up on sleep, and as for Tony, he hadn't been to school since he left the football team.

On the radio, the well-known Chicago DJ 'Big A' is eating the gangster rap group N. W.A. Infighting, it's the morning rush hour for work, and the listeners of this radio program are high.

"So, 'Big A', which side are you rooting for? Eazy-E or Ace Cooper," the moderator asked.

"Of course I'm on Eazy-E's side." 'Big A' is a very firm statement.

The host asked, "What is the reason?" ”

"Because I'm 'Big A', he's 'Big E', hahahaha......" 'Big A' threw out a very cold stalk, and then laughed complacently.

"Uh......" The host couldn't take it on, and it was cold.

"Okay, okay, no jokes, it's simple, what can I say about someone like Cooper?" 'Big A' suddenly became very serious, "According to the undoubted revelations, his parents both work at UCLA (University of California, Los Angeles), a child who has lived a good life since he was a child, wearing a flower headscarf, dares to sing gangster rap on behalf of the 'street man', don't you think it's ironic?" It's like...... Just like margarine isn't real butter, to put it simply, he's an impostor. ”

"But according to the revelations, it seems that 'Big E' embezzled Cooper's money also has a real hammer." The host Zhiqu took the opposite position, "Cooper wrote half of the words of the blockbuster album, but only got a small share of the profits......"

"What can such a child from a middle-class family turn his face for? Money. ”

'Big A' expressed disdain, "Cooper is the typical commercial singer, his purpose is to make money, his departure is a good thing for NWA, the rest are real brothers, pure gangster music, dare to shout strips......"

"Okay, that's all for the NWA gossip for now, let's go into an advertisement." The host quickly interrupted 'Big A', and the song that NWA scolded the police officer was a taboo on many radio programs, and he didn't want his job to be ruined.

Radio studio.

"You're scared me to death, I'll take it easy, otherwise I won't send you an announcement in the future." Taking advantage of the ad break, the host warns the 'Big A'.

"My bad."

'Big A' confessed that he came to record the show to get money to eat, "What's the content of the next section." ”

"Little Lowry's new album hits songs."

The host took out the cassette box and handed it to 'Big A', "I'll say more good things later, you know." He knocked on the box.

"I haven't heard of who little Lowry is."

'Big A' took the cassette box, found the logo of Lao Qiao's music on the cover, and remembered, "Lao Qiao is still pushing this sissy?" He opened the box, took out a small pile of rice knives inside, counted them, and stuffed them into his pants pocket, "He is really willing to spend money, what do you count?" ”

"Countdown to the end of the commercial, 10, 9 ......" radio staff tone came through the headphones.

"Just like you." The host was not at ease and reminded again, "Stop talking nonsense." ”

"Don't worry." 'Big A' patted his pocket, "Take the money to do things, I'll do it." ”

"Okay, welcome back, next up is a new song from Lowry II, Thrift Shop!" The host began to tout professionally, "We have promoted one of Lowry's new works not long ago, and the Chicago music critics have given a high evaluation, and they all agree that his future is very ambitious, and his first album of the same name is about to be released in major video stores, and listeners who want to buy it can pay attention to ......"

Rhythmic drums and saxophones sounded, and the host shut up at the right time.

The song that lasted more than three minutes was played quickly.

"'Big A', give me some advice." The host kicked the sluggish 'Big A', "What do you think of this song?" ”

"I'm blowing up!"

'Big A' is starting to get high again.

Just in time, arriving at the school, Connie parked the car, "Will you be a big shot?" She turned back to Song Ya and asked.

"Why do you ask?" Song Ya woke up.

"The radio station has a very high rating of your song." Connie replied.

"That's not my song, that's Lori Jr.'s song." Song Ya corrected Connie, "I reminded you, at school, don't have anything to do with this song, I just want to have a quiet learning environment." And don't believe a word of the radio DJs, they all take money to do things. ”

"But......" Connie tilted her head and thought for a moment, feeling pity, "my poor brother, if you can let those girls know that you wrote songs for little Lori, and trust me, you can say goodbye to being single right away." ”

"What's so pitiful about being single, I'm only fifteen years old, and it's a good time to concentrate on studying......"

Song Ya threw off her schoolbag and strode into the classroom.

This high school also has a good side, for example, no one cares about being absent for ten days and a half months, the teacher takes care of his class by himself, and there will be no classmates who come to ask if something happened at home, Song Ya continued to be in front of his little transparent, and once again focused on his studies.

After chasing his math progress, English and speech, he regained his position as the trumpeter's principal in an orchestra rehearsal class. Some time ago, I participated in the recording with high intensity, and Lao Qiao found some powerful musicians in order to record second-hand stores, and I was exposed to it every day, and the original musicality of this body finally recovered.

There is only one sports boss left, and Song Ya also began to consciously strengthen physical exercise.

Addicted to school, I don't know the sun and the moon, and a week has quietly passed in the world......

Over the weekend, Tony, who followed Lori Jr. to run propaganda in Illinois, came home for the first time.

"The sales are good, the first five thousand copies, the store is already urging to replenish the stock, the cassette is printed 10,000, and Lao Qiao has also begun to contact the CD factory." Tony was very excited, judging from the feedback after his 'employment' for a week, life was quite good, wearing a black suit and sunglasses, "Yesterday we played a show in the underground nightclub opposite Old Joe's music, the girls were quite crazy, if it weren't for me and the 'silencer' ......" He opened his arms and made the signature interception of the star bodyguard, "Little Lowry almost couldn't get out." ”

"Ahem." Song Yachao was cooking and reminded Tony to pay attention to other people's feelings.

Al had been eating and drinking at his house until now, and he hadn't worked in a restaurant anymore, and if it weren't for his cooking skills, Aunt Susie would have wanted to get rid of people.

"How so? Al, come back with me, we're going to go out of Illinois to run propaganda next, and we're short on manpower. "Tony is here on a mission," Pablo asked me to talk to you, he is still your agent and will take care of you. ”

"He's afraid that I'll talk nonsense and ruin little Lowry's good future, right?"

Al clanged the pot and replied silently, "I should have had my share of all this." ”

"Aren't you still a share?" Tony wasn't happy, "You have to face it. ”

"The reality is that I was kicked out like a dog."

"Uh...... Al. Song Ya decided to fool this guy away, playing games until late at night every day is too sad, affecting his learning state, "Don't be stupid anymore, you must know that the little singer can actually get a very small share from record sales, and the majority is the future performance remuneration, concert income, appearance fee or something." As long as you go back, as long as there is still your voice in Lori's album, you can't be missing from performing on stage when the time comes, and you have a share of those incomes, so it's a pity to give up like this. ”

"It should have been a big portion." Al was still struggling with this.

"What's the the use of you talking about that now?" Tony couldn't help but explode.

"A small portion is not a lot of money." Song Ya persuaded.

Al stopped talking, dropped the pan, and went upstairs to close the door.

"This guy! I really think this is my home, don't you? Tony was helpless.

Al didn't go back with Tony after all.

At night, Song Ya in his sleep faintly heard someone crying, he got up and stretched out his head to look at the lower bunk, Al hugged the quilt, "I can't stand it, I can't stand it......" He burst into tears, "I'm an NGer who grew up in Nancheng, I can't stand these guys who are full of business and lies, I can't stand the thought of going back and pretending to be okay and getting along with them again, I can't stand it...... I'm afraid that one day I'll take a gun and destroy them all......"