After Shi Yuanchen arrived home, the assistant's phone called.

"Brother Chen, I found it." The assistant tapped on the computer, "It is true that there is such an independent musician as Leng Kongqing, who writes and composes songs." ”

"What's in it?"

"Nope."

"What?"

"I heard people in the circle say that this kid is not from a serious academic class, he was originally a science student and graduated from MIT. After returning to China, I didn't study how to build rockets, and I got music. For several years, there was no result at all, and it was very frustrating. ”

"If you can't even make a tune, you deserve to be called a musician?"

"No, he has works, but he never plays and sings in public, and only sells them to music production companies."

"I'm afraid this isn't a lack of heart, right?"

"Indeed, what age is this?" The assistant's tone was a little sneering and disdainful, "The self-media is so developed, but any musician who has a little ability, not to mention a big fire, it is not difficult to make a small fire." He's still clinging to the old ways. ”

"It seems that this cold sky green is very pedantic."

"yes." The assistant asked curiously, "Brother, why did you suddenly ask him?" Did he come to you and ask you for help? ”

"No, I just heard about it."

"Brother, you are so busy, and you still care about a little-known boy. Brother, you really deserve to be a senior, and you have always been promoting the juniors. The assistant smiled, "However, you are so busy, and you see that there is another important show to be played, so don't pay attention to this kind of little shrimp." ”

hung up the phone, and Shi Yuanchen put this matter aside.

He still thought that Leng Kongqing had any hidden ability, and he had never even released a tune so far.

"Third brother!"

Shi Yao entered the door, threw the bag on the ground, and pouted, "You went to see Shi Rong, why did you come back so soon?" ”

"It's not a big deal, and I'm back."

"Third brother," Shi Yao leaned over to him, "Shi Rong's leg is broken, shouldn't he be able to participate in The Voice?" ”

"If the contract is signed, then you will definitely have to participate."

"She has broken legs, is it embarrassing to go up?"

"You leave her alone, just be yourself." Shi Yuanchen frowned, "Yaoyao, your pitch and timbre are better than Shi Rong, and you can win her openly on the stage, so that you can really regain your face and breathe a sigh." ”

"I know I'm better than her, but ......" Shi Yao hesitated, "I'm just worried, Shi Rong is lucky, last time in Lianzong, she met such a handsome amateur CP, and she had a wave of goodwill, and she just happened to meet you in an accident, and jumped into the sea to save you, and it was even more ...... Why can't all these good things fall on my head? ”

Shi Yuanchen's expression was a little bad: "You mean, it's a good thing that I have an accident?" ”

"No, third brother, why did you send me crookedly."

"At least Shi Rong will jump down to save me, instead of babbling about it here."

Shi Yuanchen got up and went upstairs.

Shi Yao stayed in place for a moment, pouted, and cried.

Shi Yuanxing said angrily: "Ah Chen, why did you make your sister angry? ”

"I didn't."

"Coax her up!"

"I'm tired and need to rest."

Shi Yuanchen closed the door.

At home all these years, Shi Rong has never spoken like this, nor will he poke other people's scars casually.

Shi Yuanchen suddenly felt a little tired.

He remembered what Shi Rong had said.

He wants to accept Shi Yao as a student, which is a pity.

Accepting her is favoritism.

Is that really the case?

He looked at the opening song prepared for Shi Yao on the table, and his expression fell into a little entanglement.

(End of chapter)