"Sun Yaohuo followed Xianyu to record a song again?"
"It was in Studio 1. I saw them go in with my own eyes."
"Every other floor has produced at least one first-tier singer, but the composition department on the ninth floor has not produced a single first-tier singer. Xianyu is not in a hurry, and is wasting time with Sun Yaohuo?"
"Who knows what Xianyu is thinking? Can't he just focus on supporting Jiang Kui? Jiang Kui is much closer to the front line than Sun Yaohuo."
"… "
In a large company like Xingmang, there are many people and gossips are everywhere, so it is quite lively behind the scenes.
In particular, the several floors of the Composition Department have been working hard recently to fulfill the tasks of promoting talents that the company assigned to various departments at the beginning of the year, so they are naturally very concerned about the performance of the ninth floor.
There is no blockage in communication between departments.
Everyone knows that the ninth floor has the worst performance.
With only a few months left this year, several other composing departments are speculating whether Xianyu can produce a first-line singer in the sprint before the end of the year.
"Based on this situation, I don't think the Ninth Floor will be able to produce a single first-tier player this year."
"If Xianyu gives up Sun Yaohuo and chooses Jiang Kui in the last few months of his sprint, there will still be some hope."
"From September to December, there are four months in total, including the death group in December. It's difficult."
"The key is that now on the new song chart, not only are other companies making efforts, but there is also frequent competition within Star Mang. After all, each floor is sprinting."
"… "
While discussing within the company.
In an artist lounge of Xingmang.
Zhao Yingge curled his lips and said, "Teacher Xianyu should have just chosen me to go to the ninth floor. Why am I in such a passive position now?"
The assistant snickered and said, "I guess Teacher Xianyu is regretting not choosing you now."
Zhao Yingchu was already one of the company's most promising singers, and it was a foregone conclusion that he would become a first-tier star.
With the support of the composing department on the tenth floor, things naturally became simpler. Zhao Yingchen has now become a true first-line singer.
"Will he regret it?"
Zhao Yingge suddenly felt a little happy: "Then Mr. Xianyu should have noticed me now, will he agree if I ask him to sing a song next year?"
assistant:"… "
So you work so hard just to attract the attention of Xianyu
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Ying looked at the assistant.
The assistant smiled and said, "Nothing, I was just thinking, the ninth floor must be under a lot of pressure right now, right?"
"snort."
Zhao Yingge was full of confidence: "If he had chosen me at the beginning, I could easily help him complete the company's tasks. In the future, the company also has plans to create singing kings and queens. He will definitely choose me next time!"
The assistant wondered: "Why must it be Xianyu? Isn't the composition department on the tenth floor good enough?"
Zhao Yinghong hummed, "Of course the tenth floor is also good, but I just like Teacher Xianyu the most. I like the feeling of being noticed by him, and I just want to sing the songs he wrote."
The assistant smiled and said, "Your words are too easy to be misunderstood. Are you interested in Teacher Xianyu?"
"No, no, no, it's not a misunderstanding. I just have feelings for him."
Zhao Ying looked at the assistant strangely: "Don't you have any feelings for Xianyu?"
The assistant was stunned: "If you say that, how many women in the company, regardless of whether they are single or not, dare to say that they don't envy Teacher Yu's body? The problem is that she doesn't like me."
Zhao Ying bit her lip and said, "How can we know if we don't try it?"
…
Lin Yuan didn't know what Zhao Yingchen was thinking.
Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much.
Some things you get used to after experiencing them many times.
However, the recording and post-production of "Ten Years" took some effort.
By the time the song was completely finished, it was already the end of the month.
Because the production time was really tight, the company didn't even do much promotion, and the song was quietly released online in the early morning of the first day of September.
At first, not many people noticed this song.
September is not a season for fierce competition, and not many fans stay up all night waiting for new songs.
On the other hand, at Xingmang, some people in the composition department were quite interested in Sun Yaohuo's new song, and many of them consciously stayed up all night.
Early morning hours.
As soon as Sun Yaohuo's song was released, several composing groups of Xingmang became lively:
"It's twelve o'clock!"
"Sun Yaohuo's new song is out."
"Tsk tsk? Let me see if he has wasted another good song of Xianyu's this time."
"It seems like the song is popular but the singer is not."
"The song should be fine, after all, it was written by Xianyu. I'm just curious about how Sun Yaohuo sings it."
"This is something that even the envious fish cannot make famous."
"… "
at the same time.
Zhao Yingge, who was in her bedroom at home, quickly took off the mask on her face and reached for the notebook on the bedside table.
Turn on the player? Putting on headphones skillfully, Zhao Yingge found Sun Yaohuo's new song.
Song title: Ten Years
Lyricist: Envy Fish
Composer: Envy Fish
Singer: Sun Yaohuo
Moving the mouse quickly, Zhao Yingge clicked play, then put a pillow behind his head and closed his eyes comfortably.
What she was expecting was not Sun Yaohuo's voice, but Xianyu's melody.
In the darkness with eyes closed, a slightly hoarse male voice sounded, accompanied by a slight bitterness.
"If those two words hadn't trembled, I wouldn't have felt bad. No matter how I said it, it was just a breakup."
Is this really sung by Sun Yaohuo
Zhao Yingchen's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and there was a hint of something strange in his eyes.
The song in my ears continued, still with a slow rhythm:
"If there are no requirements for tomorrow, holding hands is like traveling. There are thousands of doors, and one person always has to leave first."
In a trance, Zhao Ying seemed to see a man and a woman who looked harmonious but were actually alienated, standing on a long and wide street.
The lights on the roadside are dim and lonely, stretching people's shadows out.
“Since you can’t stay in an embrace, why not enjoy it while shedding tears when you leave…”
The two were reluctant to part, otherwise they wouldn't have hugged each other.
But something was already broken, so it seemed as if it was blown away by the sudden evening breeze.
They separated.
The man turned left, the woman turned right, and no one looked back.
The music suddenly ascended in a stairway-like manner, and the song in my ears suddenly took on a touch of cruel tenderness:
"Ten years ago, I didn't know you, and you didn't belong to me. We were still the same, accompanying a stranger, walking through the streets that were gradually becoming familiar..."
Moonlight street scene.
Times have changed.
Some things really don't change.
Some things just don’t seem to change.
"Ten years later, we are still friends and can still greet each other, but that kind of tenderness no longer has the reason to hug each other. In the end, lovers will inevitably become friends."
Zhao Ying sat up gently.
In Xingmang's internal composition group, the atmosphere was quiet for a full ten minutes before someone spoke up:
"Xianyu is still the same Xianyu."
Then he added: "Sun Yaohuo doesn't seem to be the same Sun Yaohuo as before."
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ps: Ahhh, I’m stuck!