Mi Haisha got the phone and went to work. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Song Yan looked in the mirror, studying the Eye of Death.

Song Yan, who was originally a little dazed and naïve, with such a pair of red eyes, is really a little... Evil Spirit?

Fortunately, ordinary people can't see the redness of their eyes.

This pair of Eyes of Death is indeed a castrated version of the real Eyes of Death, and it is very simple that the eyes of the Grim Reaper will not turn red when they use their own eyes.

And after Song Yan obtained these Eyes of Death, he had indeed discovered a place that was different from Mihai Sand and Night God Moon.

First, his 300-degree myopia is gone, and he can see farther and more clearly.

This principle should be simple, after all, the god of death can see the human world directly from the necromantic realm, and it is not okay if the eyesight is poor.

Second, a trace of coolness slowly dissipating from his eyes made it difficult for him to get sleepy, and his spirit was getting better and better.

After all, the god of death doesn't need to sleep, and Song Yan guessed that when the amount of that kind of cool silk thing in his body is enough, he doesn't need to sleep.

Third, memory and reaction speed.

When he makes videos now, he can recall the sound he received when he first watched the tutorial, and even the sound of breathing can be clearly remembered.

Not to mention the knowledge learned in high school and junior high school, watching the old man play the erhu in kindergarten...

These eyes seem to have evolved to a new level.

If Night God Moon had gotten the kind of eyes I have now, he would definitely change his mind and stop ruling the world...

Ruling the world, or becoming a god, is a boring thing...

Song Yan flipped through the Japanese dictionary, he used to only listen and listen, and it was still difficult to read and write, but after learning for a while, it was completely barrier-free to read comments on the Internet.

Chibon Sakura's comments are all praise and admiration, which is not difficult to understand, after all, Chibon Sakura is a positive energy song that praises the RB Taisho era, and if you don't top it, isn't it ideologically wrong.

And the top comment actually came from Shin Ze Hyun, the big guy said that he wanted to exchange his experience with the author about composing, and said that he liked the appearance of this new district style.

Song Yan smiled, ignored him, and went downstairs to the library.

Having this kind of learning ability and memory ability is not to let yourself eat and wait for death, learning more things will not be harmful.

When Mi Haisha came back in the evening, she began to proudly tell Song Yan about the change in her identity.

The firm gave her a new contract, guaranteed her five works a year, and assigned her a new agent, who is said to be a gold agent, and arranged an independent studio for her, so that she no longer had to stand at the door and shout at other people's bosses, but when she entered the door, others shouted to her.

"Have you signed it?" Song Yan asked.

"I'm not here to ask for your opinion..."Mi Haisha rubbed his hands: "They want the copyright of those two songs, and they also hope that Yanjun you can join in..."

The original songwriter's name was indeed written by Yan Miyazaki.

In Neon, the status of songwriters is sometimes much higher than that of singers, just like the Seven Divine Comedies, do you know that their author is Hiroyuki Sawaya, do you know who sings them...

They want to pull Miyazaki Yan's mentality Song Yan can understand, but he can't tie himself here...

"You can take these scores..."Song Yan handed the scores that he had sorted out during the day to Mi Haisha: "If the content of the contract is really good, then sign it..."

Mi Haisha nodded.

Both of them are starting to get busy.

Although it is only 2004 and Song Yan has fallen behind in the scientific knowledge he has learned, things like language and music have never lagged behind.

He hacked into the government website again, confirmed his identity as Hiroshi Miyazaki, and then relied on this identity to take the entrance exam to Too University and was admitted.

And during this time, Mihai Sand did not stop, she released a few more singles, and the quality of the first classic made her soon have the title of a new generation of divas, and began to be tied with the previous Nakajima, Hamasaki, and Uta.

When someone questioned her lack of qualifications, she would slap her face with classic songs.

And the author of these classic songs, Yan Miyazaki, has also successfully entered everyone's attention, and people are looking forward to whether one day Yan Miyazaki and Hayao Miyazaki will be able to work together once...

But Miyazaki said that composing music is just my hobby, and I want to contribute my life to neon's technological unemployment...

The onlookers expressed their understanding that although the composer is powerful, the status of the scientist is not low. And according to Miyazaki Yan's mentor, Miyazaki Yan is a genius who comes once in 4,000 years, and now he has begun to participate in the study of some confidential matters...

A 4,000-year-old beauty, a 4,000-year-old genius, it's really a good match...

Mi Haisha looked at the newspaper and smiled inexplicably.

At the same time, across the sea, in the Celestial Empire, a research institute of the Chinese Academy of Sciences suddenly discovered the information flow that appeared in the computer.

I originally thought it was my own system that was hacked, but later I found out that it was indeed hacked, but it was not a bad thing, but a good thing...

This flow of information has been continuous, transmitting various neon cutting-edge high-end technologies for the Academy of Sciences.

I heard that neon appeared in China for 4,000 years and was still worried, can this neon still rise after an economic crisis?

Do you want to let this 4,000-year-old genius have some accidents...

Now, forget it, it's better to make a fortune in a muffled voice...

Song Yan didn't know what the hell his compatriots were doing, he just thought that it would be good to have a clear conscience...

Finally, Song Yan transferred everything he could get his hands on...

He looked at the classmates and teachers around him, he had taken care of him for many days, and he gradually had feelings for them in his heart, but he was a member of the Celestial Empire, and he could not change it in any world.

"Do you want to go back early today?" A classmate asked.

"Yes, today's Red and White Song Party!" Song Yan replied.

"Oh, yes, it's already the New Year..."The classmate sighed for a while, they naturally have holidays to do scientific research, but they usually force themselves to be busy.

Mi Haisha, a newcomer who has only debuted for half a year, has gone through the road that others have to walk for several years, and this year he appeared on the stage of the Red and White Song Club, and the status of the Red and White Song Club is almost the domestic Spring Festival Gala.

As a famous opera artist, Song Yan naturally has a place, and a group of songwriters sit in a circle.

Next to him is Shin Ze Hyun, who has always been famous but has never had the opportunity to meet.

Song Yan and Xin Zexuan, who already have enough knowledge reserves, are no longer worried about revealing their bottoms, and with more than ten years of music knowledge, the two of them are very happy to chat.

Until it was interrupted by the cheers of the fans.

Mikaisa has appeared!

She was wearing a long white dress, how long was it, and she stood in front of the stage, and the skirt dragged behind the scenes.

waved slightly, and the fans below were surging.

"It's really amazing..."Xin Zexuan sighed, he has been a newcomer for more than two years, and he also appeared in front of him, but unfortunately the momentum was completely blown up by Mihai Sand.

"Of course, Mihai Sha but..."Song Yan said, listening to the cheers from the audience, he suddenly remembered something.

"It's time for me to go," Song Yan said.

"Eh, what's the matter?" Shin Ze Hyun asked.

"Sort of..."Song Yan smiled and got up to leave.

Mi Haisha picked up the microphone and was about to sing, but when the shadow chasing light inadvertently swept by, she saw the departing figure.

Fans are still waiting, and the director of the office is also looking forward to his performance, and after tonight, his fame will radiate from a neon to the world...

But think about why you became a star in the first place?

He thought about it, so he thought about it...

Tobeornottobe…

Mi Haisha threw down the microphone, then tore off his long apron, regardless of the exclamation of the audience, regardless of the anger of the president of the office, and rushed out.

It's quiet outside, and compared to the fanatical Red Pavilion, it's two worlds.

Song Yan walked alone on the road, looking a little sluggish.

"I'll give you a ride..." A car suddenly stopped behind him, and the voice that should have resounded on the stage appeared behind Song Yan.

Song Yan turned around and saw the flawless face under the light.

Can't look at it more, otherwise he will really be reluctant to leave.

In the car, both of them were silent, one didn't know what to say, and the other was afraid of what he would hear.

"You know, I'm not from this world," Song Yan said.

"Don't talk, okay?" Mi Haisha's voice was a little hoarse...

"I'm going to leave after all..."Song Yan still said...

"Don't say it, okay, don't say it..."Mi Haisha parked the car on a bridge, and finally couldn't help it, lying on the steering wheel, crying bitterly.

The honking of car horns echoed through the night sky.

Song Yan looked out of the car window in a daze, and suddenly had a feeling: "The moonlight is very beautiful tonight..."

Mi Haisha suddenly turned his head: "I am more beautiful than the moonlight..."

She pounced...

The water in Tokyo Bay flows quietly, and from time to time there are bursts of steam, poignant and long...

When the day dawned, Mi Haisha looked at the empty car, and suddenly began to curse again: "Bastard, bastard, stupid..."