Under Zhang Xu's urging, Fang Jin half-heartedly wrote out the song "Old Boy" he sang last night.

Taking the lyrics and music score in hand, Zhang Xu once again admired Fang Jin's talent from the bottom of his heart.

Doesn't this guy have a creative block? How come the good songs he writes are thrown away like cabbage?

Zhang Xu also used his strong musical skills to compose the musical accompaniment of "Oldboy".

When Zhang Xu was arranging the music, Fang Jin said from time to time, "This is wrong", "That should be like this", "Change it here again"...

This made Zhang Xu very depressed. Didn't you say that you are not very good at arranging musical instruments? How come each of the suggestions you gave was more useful than the last?

Finally, both the songs and the music were ready, and the next step was to go to the studio to record the songs.

"Okay! Everything is ready, now is the time to create a miracle!" Zhang Xu said excitedly: "Come on, Brother Fang!"

Fang Jin rubbed his sweaty hands anxiously, his feet seemed to have grown on the ground, motionless.

At this time, whether it was the ghost scene in the dream or the scene of the death in the morning, they kept flashing in front of Fang Jin's eyes, causing him to feel restless and breathing raggedly. When he thought about singing and performing next,

Waves of dizziness came over me again, and I was afraid that I would be lying on the ground in the next second.

"Old Zhang," Fang Jin smiled uglyly: "How about we record again in a few days, I feel that my current state is a bit bad..."

Zhang Xu waved his hand and said proudly: "Don't be afraid! We have already thought about it. There is a vending machine at the door. Let's fuck him for two bottles of beef first!"

He knew that Fang Jin would fall into trouble, so Zhang Xu had already thought of a way to deal with it: getting drunk and making others cowardly!

Didn’t you just sing the song last night because you were drunk?

Can't sing?

I'll give you a drink and you'll sing!

"No, that's not what I meant..."

Seeing Zhang Xu walking towards the vending machine, Fang Jin quickly waved his hand: "You can't drink it. You can't drink it anymore. If you drink any more, your stomach will bleed..."

It's too late.

Zhang Xu walked over with two bottles of liquor in hand, and without any explanation put one of them into Fang Jin's arms: "Drink!"

Fang Jin lowered his head and glanced at the alcohol content on the bottle label: 60 degrees.

Fang Jin's mouth twitched.

Drink your sister! Is this thing drinkable?

He can burn this as gasoline, right?

Zhang Xu grinned with his neat white teeth and bit the mouth of the bottle. He opened the lid with a cool shake of his head, then put the bottle to his mouth, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath...

He actually planned to show off one!

Fang Jin quickly stopped: "Brother Zhang! There's no need for Brother Zhang! Is this life-threatening? We just drank so much last night and we haven't eaten yet. If we drink any more, something will really happen!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xu stopped his plan to show off the bottle and said thoughtfully: "Yes, it is really not good to drink on an empty stomach."

Fang Jin breathed a sigh of relief: "Really, let's forget it... Huh? Where are you going again?"

Zhang Xu walked to the vending machine outside the door and said without looking back: "I'm going to pack two packs of mustard and some peanuts."

Fang Jin's head was covered with black lines.

Are there any vending machines selling this stuff?

You can prepare some more cephalosporins. Let's eat and drink quickly and leave in the morning.

With a soft clang, Zhang Xu took out mustard vegetables and peanuts and walked in.

Fang Jin was even more speechless.

I bet there really is something like this in the vending machine!

I don't know if there are cephalosporins...

Zhang Xu had already torn apart the pickled mustard and peanuts and put them on the table.

He stood next to him and greeted Fang Jin: "Come on, Brother Fang! Let's get started! What are you waiting for?"

Seeing that there was no way to escape this disaster, Fang Jin gritted his teeth and sat down opposite Zhang Xu.

"all!"

....

As a current top singer, Han Wei is very strong and his creative ability is not weak, but after all, he is not as good as professional composers and lyricists, so most of his songs are written for him by others.

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Recently, for some reason, Chairman Kang Yong suddenly came up with a very good song for Han Wei and asked him to sing it on the Miracle Singer show.

Han Wei was so happy that he got the song that he couldn't sleep well all night, because the song was great, better than his previous songs. He immediately decided to record the song, cut it into a disc, and upload it

No matter how good the Internet is, it will definitely become a hit!

For today's recording, Han Wei drank millet porridge for three days in a row to maintain his voice, ran five kilometers a day to exercise his breath, and did yoga and meditation to adjust his mentality...

Han Wei is in good shape today!

He immediately went to the best recording studio in the company, used the best recording equipment, invited the most knowledgeable experts, called the most skilled tuners, and called the most authoritative reviewers...

He did everything to the best of his ability, just to record the best song!

"call--"

In a completely enclosed soundproof room, Han Wei put on headphones, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Separated by a thick soundproof glass, his agent, experts, tuners, reviewers, etc. were already in place.

After a dazzling operation on the console, the tuner turned around and said "ok" to everyone.

The manager nodded solemnly, came to the microphone, and reminded Han Wei: "Let's get started."

In the soundproof room, the handsome Han Wei opened his bright eyes and showed a confident smile.

Everything is under control....

boom!

The next moment, the door of the recording studio was slammed open.

Two drunken and staggering guys broke in. Amidst everyone's confused expressions, the two spoke.

Zhang Xu stretched out his hand and said hello: "Hey, everyone is here, right? Sorry, sorry, there was a traffic jam on the road. I'm late... ugh~"

As he spoke, he squatted on the ground and vomited.

It was pitch black above everyone's heads.

If you need to spit it out, this is the recording room.

Fang Jin shyly covered his face: "Don't look at me! Everyone should do whatever they are supposed to do. Let's record a song... I'll go in first."

With that said, Fang Jin staggered open the door of the soundproof room and walked in.

Everyone's faces turned darker.

Who are you, he really got you in, believe it or not?

In the soundproof room, the sluggish Han Wei looked at Fang Jin who walked in and immediately came to his senses.

Han Weiwei was angry. He pushed Fang Jin and scolded: "Who are you? Do you know that I am recording a song? Get out of here!"

Fang Jin staggered as he was pushed, feeling his stomach churn and spurt out.

Han Wei was caught off guard and got wet all over.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Han Wei collapsed and shouted, "What the hell did you spray on me! Ahhhhhh!!"

Even though Fang Jin was drunk, he was still polite.

After hearing Han Wei's scream, Fang Jin shook his head and bowed, stammering: "No, I'm sorry, let me wipe it for you... vomit~"

Han Wei screamed and rushed out of the door, running to the bathroom.

After vomiting it out, he felt much better. Fang Jin straightened up and looked up, but the man's shadow was gone.

Fang Jin's drunken face was full of confusion: "Hey? Where is the person?"

At this time, Zhang Xu was on the opposite side of the glass and said into the microphone: "That person has to go to the toilet to urinate. Don't worry about him. Let's start recording the song."

With that said, Zhang Xu turned around and started to vomit while holding on to the wall: "Ugh~ You hold it first, I'll go...vomit..."

Everyone's face twitched crazily.

This is a shitty song to record? You two are so drunk that you should take some cephalosporins and bury yourself.

In the soundproof room, Fang Jin had already put on the headphones without any instructions.

Suddenly, the world became quiet.

Fang Jin's body no longer staggered.

An indescribable temperament emanated from him and infected everyone in the room almost instantly.

Han Wei's manager stopped thinking about calling security. He looked at Fang Jin on the other side of the glass and wondered, "What is he going to do? He doesn't really want to sing, does he? He's obviously so drunk."

The expert adjusted his glasses solemnly: "This kind of aura... hiss -"

The reviewer crossed his arms and nodded: "You can't be wrong, this person is definitely at the level of a master."

The sound engineer turned around and asked, "Are we going to record his songs?"

At this time, an old man who was sitting in the corner of the room and had been silent spoke: "Record."

Everyone no longer had any doubts, they cheered up and became serious.
To be continued...