In a dreamy room with a pink and white color as the main body, Night Star Li, who was woken up by the Hello Kitty alarm clock, rolled over and got out of bed with an unkempt chicken nest head, and walked to the wardrobe sleepily.

With a 'bang', the pure white wooden wardrobe was opened, and the colorful princess dresses of different styles were neatly displayed in front of her.

Ye Xingli only glanced at it cursorely, and then closed the cabinet door heavily.

Then, after rummaging through the cabinets and making a mess of the whole room, she finally found her favorite loose black T-shirt in the trash can next to the bed.

……

In the dance studio, a big thick and rough hand suddenly stretched out and held Su Xianchen's waist.

Su Xianchen, who was concentrating on practicing, was defenseless and trembling with fright. She turned her head sharply, and was greeted by a familiar smiling face.

The man has slender limbs and an extraordinary appearance, and he looks like he is standing with his hands in a Chinese-style white dress stained with ink smudged, which is quite a bit otherworldly.

It is like a master who lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests after seeing through the red dust, and it is like an independent immortal who is left behind above the nine heavens.

Seeing Su Xianchen turn around, the man pinched her chin with his fingers, straightened her head little by little, and then the whole person was attached to her back, and he spit out a sentence in her ear: "Don't be distracted, continue to practice." ”

This intimate and somewhat transgressive behavior made Su Xianchen slightly stunned, but when she thought of the picture of the man skillfully helping every student to open his shoulders, lower his waist, and open his hips in class, she felt that she was too sensitive and thought too much?

It is normal for a person who studies dance to have physical contact with the teacher, and she should not think about his every move in the direction of ulterior motives just because the other party is of the opposite sex.

After abandoning all the distractions in his heart, Su Xianchen continued to practice dancing.

The man behind her not only did not distance himself from her, but instead helped her correct her dance moves.

His warm palm gripped her cold little hand tightly, raising her somewhat loose arm a little higher.

Then the big hand swept over her tight arm, down her back, and pressed her arched waist down into place, and then kneaded her increasingly plump buttocks.

If all kinds of men's previous transgressive behaviors can still be covered up by 'teaching needs', then now, Su Xianchen can be 100% sure that he has bad intentions towards himself!

She took a deep breath and warned herself in her heart over and over again: Don't think too much, don't do too much, the art exam will start in a few days, and tearing her face with him at this juncture will only do you a lot of harm to yourself!

It's a pity that her pretending to be deaf and dumb in exchange for not a man's shallow taste, but an inch!

He slammed her in his arms, and his big hands roamed over her, making a mess of it.

Su Xianchen trembled, and his brain went blank because of his sudden madness.

She instinctively wanted to resist, but how could the strength of an adult man be able to compete with her, a stinky little girl?

What's more, the man's hands still hold her future in his hands.

So it's even more fearless.

Before she could shout, the man covered her mouth and slowly leaned into her ear.

The hot breath mixed with threatening words poured into Su Xianchen's ears together.

He said: "The other female classmates are all obedient~"

"You've worked hard for so long, you shouldn't want to see your art exam results worse than all your classmates, right?"

In Su Xianchen's pupils, which gradually dilated because of fear, the picture jumped.

At the door of the recording studio, Zhao Zhiyu had already received the distinguished guest he was waiting for.

The other party is dressed fashionably, masks, sunglasses, hats and other essential items for celebrities to go out on the street, and a group of assistants and bodyguards are followed behind him, not to mention how full the party is.

As an insider who writes and sells songs for a living, Zhao Zhiyu has long been accustomed to such scenes.

She welcomed the distinguished guest in with a smile, and explained to him seriously and responsibly how to use the various equipment in the studio, precautions, and the general situation of the song he was going to record today

The distinguished guest slowly took off his three-piece set that was necessary for celebrities to go out on the street, revealing the handsome face that fascinated countless star-chasing girls.

Then he crossed Erlang's legs, sat down on the small fabric sofa in the shed leisurely, hooked his slender and white fingers, and immediately a little assistant turned out the mirror from the bag he carried, ran to him, and half-squatted to hold the mirror in front of him.

The guest looked in front of this mirror and sorted out his appearance.

He got a haircut for a while, and touched up the foundation for a while, until Zhao Zhiyu's mouth was dry, and then he picked out his well-drawn eyebrows, and said with full impatience in his tone: "Can you start?" My time is precious, and I don't have time to listen to you here. ”

In order to avoid angering the distinguished guests and causing the follow-up cooperation to not continue, even if there are still some precautions that have not been finished, Zhao Zhiyu can only keep his mouth shut.

She led the guest into the studio and helped him adjust the equipment.

He sat outside and instructed him through a listening earphone.

After the prelude, the guest spoke.

As expected, the first line sings out to the kind of effect she wants to pursue.

But he felt quite good about himself, and his face was full of displeasure after being stopped: "What's wrong?" ”

"The tone of this song is sad, teacher, your mood is a little wrong, please adjust it a little, let's try again, okay?"

Zhao Zhiyu had a smile on his face, trying his best to make his guidance and suggestions sound pertinent and tactful, so as not to anger the other party.

Who knew that the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but instead smacked it: "At this time, you remember to ask for emotions, why don't you say it before recording?" It's not a song I wrote, so how do I know what kind of emotion to sing it in? ”

Zhao Zhiyu was so scared that she couldn't mention how wronged she was, she wanted to say how every word should be sung, but she had actually said it before the recording began. The lyrics to him are all marked on them.

As long as he listens a little when he touches up his makeup, or reads the lyrics carefully, it is impossible not to know how to sing this song.

Considering that saying this kind of thing would only make the other party even more annoyed and angry, Zhao Zhiyu finally gave up arguing for himself.

only pulled up a wry smile and said, "I'm sorry, blame me for not making it clear." ”

The guests in the studio snorted coldly, left a "pay attention next time", and resumed singing.

(End of chapter)