Chapter Ninety-Eight Can't Be Too Wicked

The money was sent directly to hand, and I felt sorry for myself if I didn't take Ningxia.

"The song asks to sound easy...... How? This is Ningxia's heartfelt words,

I didn't write too many songs to my predecessor in my previous life, there are so many excellent composers in this world, how can no one meet Party A's requirements?

"It's simple, but they ask the song to make the listener empathize and write it into the heart of the listener." Ningxia said lightly,

It's as simple as writing a song that meets the requirements as if it's like having a meal.

"Isn't it just that the listener is sad and the listener is crying, going around such a circle."

Zhuang Ge: "......"

Although she really didn't think that Ningxia could write it, this sentence was sad for the hearers and cried for the listeners, and the summary was very good.

"Could it be...... Can this little girl really write it? ”

As soon as this thought popped up, Zhuang Ge couldn't suppress it instantly.

"Xia Xia, little Xia Xia, don't tell me that you can really handle this list?"

If Ningxia can really complete this list, it will be of great benefit to Ningxia's reputation in the entertainment industry.

It's useless to say anything now, when the time comes, just take the song over, whether it can be used, whether it can meet Party A's requirements, you will only know after trying.

"How many days are left?" Ningxia has to know how many days there are, and when the song is written, it will be sad to forget the day.

"Twenty-one days to be exact, the deadline."

That's fine.

"Okay, I'll write it out when the time comes."

After saying this, Ningxia hung up the phone.

Zhuang Ge looked at the mobile phone that had hung up, smiled bitterly, and shook his head.

Is it true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and it can be done so easily when they can be put into the public pool?

Never mind

If you want to try it, you can try it, Ningxia is just an ordinary composer, even if you can't finish it, it won't be good.

At this time, Zhuang Ge was a little bit, and he didn't believe that Ningxia could complete this list.

Ningxia hung up the phone and was thinking about when he was going to give the song to Zhuang Ge,

I can't be too wicked, I can't just say that I can write it, and I'll send the song over the next day.

Demons must also have a degree.

Then wait until there are a few days left to get the song out.

When the time comes, I can only say that I am talented, so I can't think about it with demons or even plug-ins.

Flattered.

As soon as Ningxia left the campus at noon the next day, a familiar singing voice came to his ears.

"I sang the ballad my mother sang

Peonies are embroidered on gold plaques

I hummed the tune my dad had hummed

Cattle and sheep on the green grassland"

Although Ningxia received a call from Zhuang Ge during self-study at night, he also knew that this song had won the second place on the list of newcomers and new songs.

But I didn't expect this song to cover their third-tier cities so quickly.

When I came back from dinner, I didn't expect the bookstore to still play this song,

When Ningxia entered the class, he saw Li Xin and several classmates writing something together.

"No, no, no, I'm singing the ballad my mother sang, and the next sentence is a peony embroidered on a gold plaque."

"It's not a peony, it's Du Dan."

"No, it's not a peony."

"It's the peony embroidered on the gold plaque." For a long time, these four people were copying lyrics.

Ningxia thought it was doing.

Seeing that a few people had seen it, Ningxia hurriedly explained: "I came back and listened all the way." ”

Ningxia held back a smile and asked, "Is this song good?" ”

Li Xin was the most excited, and at this time his head was about to point out the afterimage,

"Doesn't it sound good! Why don't you get rid of that? ”

"It's super super good!"

"I liked it the first time I heard it last night."

"It's a joy to listen to."

So many people on the Internet said that they cried, but the first reaction of this group of unworldly high school students when they heard this song was joy.

I really didn't understand the meaning of the song at first, but I was already a person in the song when I listened to it again.

By the time this group of people understands, I'm sure they're all people with stories.

muttered: "Even if there is a month in another country, it is not as good as a lamp in my hometown." ”

"Xia Xia do me a favor."

Hearing Li Xin's voice trying to please him, Ningxia knew that this guy had some bad ideas.

"What?"

Several other people glanced at each other and directly surrounded Ningxia in the middle, "What, Xia Xia, can you go to the teaching director and play this song "Butterfly Spring" at dinner." ”

"Yes, yes, no one else is good, but as long as Xia Xia and you appear, it's absolutely fine."

"Of course, who is Xia Xia in our family, the first age, you just lifted the roof of our school, and our principal has to praise you for lifting it well."

"Yes, yes, yes, I have to say thank you, I just need to change."

A few people were entertaining themselves there, and Ningxia couldn't interject.

Indeed, as a few people expected, Ningxia mentioned it to the teaching director, and the other party agreed without stumbling.

And then, and then Ningxia regretted it,

Since this day, Ningxia has been surrounded by this song, as long as it is not in class, Ningxia's classmates are singing,

No matter how good the song is, I can't stand it every day.

Ningxia never thought that the songs he wrote would end up torturing himself.

And since the school started to play this song, Ningxia has seen almost every girl in the class have a lyric book.

There is this song on it without exception.

……

After the results of the Ningxia second-model exam came out,

The time for the Olympiad and computer programming competitions is also approaching.

At this time, Ningxia carried the computer on his back and went outside the school with Lao Zhou.

"Don't be nervous, even if you don't get a place, there's nothing wrong with your results."

Ningxia was not nervous at all, but Lao Zhou at this time seemed more nervous.

Since Ningxia entered the school this morning, Lao Zhou's mouth has not been idle, and he even bought a big bag of food for Ningxia out of his own pocket.

I'm afraid that Ningxia will be hungry in the car.

Ningxia saw Lao Zhou rubbing his hands nervously, and changed the topic: "Lao Zhou, I won two provincial championships this time, do you have a bonus?" ”

Lao Zhou's nervous palms were sweating at this time, but he didn't expect Ningxia to be in the mood to joke at this time.

He said angrily: "Yes, a thousand yuan, I will invite you to dinner when I come back." ”

Only a thousand dollars? Is the school so slamming?

"And what if I win a national victory?"

Hearing Ningxia's words, Lao Zhou's eyes lit up.

The tone was urgent: "Are you confident that you will win the championship?!" Olympiad or Computer? ”

"Then it depends on how much you have in the bonus, if you do, it's not impossible to get two."

Ningxia's words are deliberately teasing Lao Zhou.

Ningxia can see that Xiao Zichen wants to win the first place in her Olympiad, which is a bit difficult.

And Lao Zhou doesn't know,

"Good, good."

After saying three good things in a row, he remembered what Ningxia said, and rubbed his hands ecstatically, "The principal said, if you can get one." ”

Lao Zhou stretched out five fingers.

"Fifty thousand."

"Fifty thousand! It's five thousand. ”

Also 50,000, Ningxia really dares to guess.

"And what if I get two?"

"Two is 10,000."

The principal is really slamming the door.

Ningxia may have forgotten that this was only the beginning of 2000.

Lao Zhou, plus the head teacher's subsidy, is less than a few hundred yuan a month.

(End of chapter)