"She's—it's a touch of the sun..."

"Stop!"

The next day, in the recording room.

Su Le stopped Miao Ling's singing.

"First of all, you have to know that the artistic conception of this song is an itch from the heart, not an itchy throat." Su Le said sharply: "You have to let go of some!" ”

"I can't let go of it..."Miao Ling bowed his head.

"It's okay, take a deep breath." Su Le cheered her up: "Don't be in a hurry, be leisurely!" Have fun! To ripple! Think about that feeling! ”

"I..." Miao Ling's face turned red: "I haven't experienced it..."

The recording engineer looked at Su Le speechlessly: "Isn't this concept you talking about too abstract?" ”

"Abstract?" Su Le shook his head slightly: "First of all, you must know that singing must have emotional emotions in order to sing the feelings of songs, and emotions themselves are abstract, that is to say, finding a state is a necessary ability for singers." ”

Miao Ling was a little at a loss, and she was inexplicably panicked.

From the time the lark was signed and returned to Su Le's subordinates, she felt a sense of nervousness, always feeling that if she didn't perform well, she would be given up by Su Le.

After all, judging from the current situation of the company, there is no shortage of beauties around Su Le, and with his ability, he can casually pick up a first-line singer.

In addition, the three larks also graduated from the undergraduate class, and their singing skills are more solid than her, Miao Ling always feels insecure.

She fell into self-doubt.

For me, Su Le is faith, the only one.

But what am I to him?

I just want to be with him, but am I not even qualified to be with him?

Competition is the nature of the people of China.

The high school entrance examination must be competitive, the college entrance examination must be competitive, and the graduation job must be competitive!

And this time Su Le gave the song, so that Miao Ling once again felt the pressure of competition, the opponent is taller than her, more sexy, better, more professional, and the most critical point is that the opponent is still a group.

Even in the face of Bai Yafei's appearance, Miao Ling never felt this sense of powerlessness.

She prides herself on being a smart person, in Miao Ling's opinion, Bai Yafei's appearance is very high, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is as beautiful as a fairy, but she will never be a threat.

After this period of contact, Miao Ling found that Su Le had an interesting self-thought, praising his ball skills made him happier than praising his songs, praising his appearance made him happier than praising his ball skills, and praising his character made him happier than praising his appearance.

Without involving the bottom line of principles, the closer you get to the essence of his soul, the more tolerant he will be to you.

And Concubine Bai Ya will only praise his songs, but Miao Ling will look forward to Su Le's tolerance and gentleness.

This is a self-emotion that Su Le himself is not aware of, even if he tries his best to avoid the appearance of this self-emotion, but he is a human after all, and it is impossible to completely avoid it.

It's like what a certain villain once said: longing is the farthest emotion from understanding.

Bai Yafei's admiration for Su Le can be regarded as a kind of longing, but she has never tried to understand the other party.

Miao Ling longs for Su Le, so he blindly wants to understand the other party.

And if the three larks follow Su Le like themselves, there is a high probability that someone will also try to peek into Su Le's inner world, which is the root cause of Miao Ming's nervousness.

"What's wrong? What do you think? Su Le stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Miao Ling: "This is emo?" ”

"No, it's just not in any state..."Miao Ling smiled a little reluctantly.

"It's not okay if you don't have a state." Su Le shook his head: "Except for you, no one else in the company can sing this song, so I specially picked it for you." ”

"Specially picked for me?"

The corners of Miao Ling's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and her beautiful smile stunned the recording engineer on the side.

"Look at what? Stinky dick silk! Miao Ling glared angrily.

The recording engineer sneered, embarrassed and didn't look over.

Su Le was a little speechless: "Give me a little politeness..."

"I'll try again, teacher, can you help me?" Miao Lingqiao put her hands behind her back and said shyly.

Considering that this song is indeed quite rippling, Miao Ling may indeed not be able to let go, Su Le helplessly looked at the recording engineer.

The recording engineer shrugged: "I'm out for a cigarette..."

The door closed, and Su Le looked at Miao Ling: "It's okay now, right?" ”

Miao Ling blushed, pedaled back to the recording studio, and made an OK gesture to Su Le.

Su Le sat down in front of the workbench and began to work.

"Come~ah~happy~Anyway, there's ~a lot of time~"

"Come on~ah~love~Anyway, there is ~ a lot of foolishness~"

Miao Ling's delicate body shook gently like a water snake, her fingertips gently lingered on the microphone, and her moaning singing voice came out of the headphones, and her beautiful face looked at Su Le, her eyes were like silk.

When the song was over, Su Le stopped recording and sat silently in his chair.

There is no doubt that Miao Ling is a talented singer!

Sister Zhou's previous judgment was right!

As long as you find the right way, this girl is a genius singer!

Although the problem of vocal range restricts her development, as long as there are good songs, these shortcomings are not an obstacle for Miao Ling at all!

And the only problem at the moment is...

Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color...

Amitabha! Amitabha!

"Whew... Joker, how am I singing? The girl walked out of the recording studio with a breath of aroma and came to Su Le's side, because she had just finished singing a song, Miao Ling's voice was slightly hoarse, but it made her voice sound more lustful.

Su Le: "......"

If the heart is clear, the sky will not fall. All changes are still stable, and the spirit is calm. The dirt is not stained, and the vulgar appearance is not stained.

Fusheng, that immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!

"Sing well, keep it in this state and record it a few more times, pick out the best version, and you're good to go." Su Le barely controlled the speed of blood flow and said steadily.

Miao Ling looked at Su Le's forced calm appearance, and then looked at the other party's Erlang legs, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Joker, do you think my dress looks good?" Miao Ling turned around slightly.

"JK? Pretty good. Su Le nodded slightly.

"Where's the stockings?"

"White socks, which go well with the skirt."

Miao Ling leaned lightly on the table, looked at Su Le with a smile, and suddenly lifted the corner of her skirt: "What about the fat times?" ”

Su Le was suddenly shocked: "What are you doing!" ”

He closed his eyes in a panic, and immediately seemed to feel that something was wrong, his eyes opened a slit, and then he opened his eyes expressionlessly: "Safety pants? What about trust between people? ”

Miao Ling chuckled, his laughter was as pleasant as a silver bell, and he rushed to the door.

"I wasn't ready today, I'm sorry Mr. Joker, next time I must ~"

Su Le shook his head helplessly, sure enough, the boy must protect himself outside.

This leprechaun...

If he is caught, Sun Monkey will not have time to save him, and he will have to be eaten and wiped clean...