Nearly one meter nine people were thrown out by Yin Wushuang, making a dull ** sound of hitting the ground.

The lyricist was stunned, the composer lost his ability to speak in pain, and the rest of the people opened the door one after another to look at the situation outside.

Yin Wushuang clapped his hands, walked straight into the studio, and called [Zhang Fat Loves Meat].

"Xiao Min, the composer I worked with, resigned and replaced him with a composer."

Zhang Fatpang inevitably wanted to ask the reason, but Yin Wushou was expressionless and repeated what happened.

In the process of her repetition, the composer held his waist, glanced at Yin Wushuang fiercely and left, and the lyricist couldn't stop him.

The rest of the people in the artist's studio gathered together in twos and threes, pointing at Yin Wushuang.

Yin Wushuang didn't see it.

The lyricist sighed, he picked up the money scattered on the ground, put it on the table, and looked at Yin Wushuang to stop talking.

In the end, he made up his mind and said, "Miss Yin, I also resign." ”

Yin Wushuang glanced at the lyricist.

The lyricist clenched his fists and said, "Actually, I don't care about gossip, and I'm not a fan of any of you, but both me and the composer have been hacked." The hackers found our address and threw snakes at where we lived, a sack of snakes came in through the window, and my daughter is still in the hospital for hanging injections. They say that throwing snakes is the lowest level, and if you are given the lyrics and music, it will be even more ruthless. We're just a little famous, we don't have a big background, and we don't want to get involved with you. ”

Yin Wushuang nodded, didn't speak, and called Zhang Fatpang again: "The lyricist is also gone, and there are still two new songs left to be completed." ”

She looked around, and there was only herself at work, and a pile of money on the table.

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The next day, Zhang Fatpang called:

"A new composer has been found, but this person is abroad, and the jet lag is reversed. When you work, he sleeps, you sleep, he works. ”

"I can work with him." Yin Wushuang flipped through the calendar: "Time is running out. ”

"Okay, then I'll go find you a word for yourself. Queen, you seem to be being targeted, and when you hear your name as soon as the lyricists and composers in the circle hear your name, they are either unwell or have no time to travel. ”

Zhang Chubby's words made Yin Wushuang's eyes glaze over, and she lowered her eyes: "I'll fill in the words myself." ”

"This ...... Okay, then you fill in the words first, and I'll continue to help you find them. ”

This night, Yin Wushuang has been in the studio and has not gone out.

After 12 a.m., the email address she uses for work ticks, and her new partner, who is far away, sends an audio.

Yin Wushuang played the audio, took out a signature pen, and filled in the words according to the melody on the paper.

At three o'clock in the night, Yin Wushuang's mailbox rang again, and the partner sent a text message:

[Have you filled in the words?] If it's convenient, open a video and communicate with me directly. 】

Yin Wushuang took the half-finished words, twisted his eyebrows and thought about it, and opened the video invitation.

Since we are partners, some communication is a must.

The other side quickly agreed to the video, and Yin Wushuang's upper body appeared in the video, but the partner was dark.

Yin Wushuang twisted his eyebrows again and received a conversation.

[My camera is broken.] 】

"Can't you speak?" Yin Wushuang asked.

[Didn't Mr. Zhang tell you, am I dumb? 】

Mr. Zhang, referring to Zhang Chubby's love of meat.

Yin Wushuang thought in his heart, since it was Zhang Fatpang who found him, there should be no problem, after all, he only cooperated on two songs.

"It's my first time composing lyrics, and I'm not mature enough, and in the process of filling in the lyrics, I think the seventh measure can be changed."

After that, Yin Wushuang played the audio sent by his partner and sang the words he had written.