Yang Yuran felt vaguely that something was not good, and made several mental preparations over and over again to face the problem bravely.
"Heqian's singing skills aren't that bad, right?"
Fan Sirui looked at the unlocked door. Taking into account He Qian's strong self-esteem, he stretched out his hand to close the door completely for safety reasons. Some of the conversations were too pragmatic. The speaker was unintentional and only wanted to discuss things, but the listener was intentional.
If it reaches He Qian's ears, it may hurt his little heart.
"It's relatively bad. Xiao Kong must have realized the seriousness of the problem. I'm going to break it out today, but his way of expression is a little extreme. When the new song requires He Qian to sing solo, it's difficult for He Qian to stand up."
Fan Sirui told the truth that he did not want to hide anything from his agent and could not hide it.
Yang Yuran raised her hand to pinch her swollen temples, and first tested Fan Sirui's mentality: "If I guess correctly, Kong Tengyu prefers to squeeze He Qian out, right?"
Fan Sirui's unspeakable 'uh' sound failed to resist the pressure of Yang Yuran's sharp gaze, and he admitted: "Yes, I have talked with Kong Tengyu. His family belongs to a Peking Opera family, and he chose to change careers and develop in the entertainment industry due to personal reasons." Chen Gu Help him appease his father for the time being, but he only has two years, and he has already wasted one year in Anas."
Yang Yuran suddenly realized that he understood the starting point of Kong Tengyu's scheming actions.
Even if she understood it, she still refused to give up on He Qian and said her decision straight to the point: "He Qian just got a variety show directed by Zhong Qingwei. I believe that as long as it is done properly, he can become popular. After all, he is from Guardian, and he is with We are more on the same page.”
Yang Yuran guessed the point of give-and-take, so he settled for the next best thing and said, "I've been urging him a lot recently. You should fine-tune it first and don't change the main theme too much. If it still doesn't work, we'll think of other ways."
He Qian pushed Fan Sirui away with all his strength, and ran to the recording studio as if he were wearing oil on his feet. He figured out that he should give himself two days at the end and try his best at all costs before talking!
Late at night, Yang Yuran stared at the ceiling light in the bedroom at home with bloodshot eyes.
He Qian's drooped eyelids slowly opened wide with the irritating words, and his heart was filled with dissatisfaction, gradually taking over his thoughts.
Fan Sirui looked at him, who was more wilted than an eggplant beaten by frost, and advised him sincerely: "Don't tell the beautiful sister about the depressing words you said to me these days."
The advantage of a boy band is that they are well-established, can easily show their strengths, are not easy to fall apart, and attract fans quickly. There is always one person in the team who can reach the climax of the fans.
Glancing at the three big boys who were waiting for the results, they had different expressions on their faces: He Qian was decadent, Kong Tengyu was angry, and Fan Sirui was curious.
"I'm not saying frustrating things, I'm telling the truth. I'm not suitable to be a singer." He Qian reiterated weakly.
Before the three older boys could give a reply, they waved their hands tiredly to let them go.
Although she didn't want to admit it, the facts taught her a hard lesson. He Qian's singing talent was very mediocre.
He Qian is very strong. There are some things that Yang Yuran doesn’t need to say. He has already noticed it. He practices hard alone until late at night every day, but he has no choice but to practice his voice until it becomes hoarse. His level does not rise but falls.
Fan Sirui was more considerate and took the initiative to send her two revised versions of the song to help her solve her problems.
"I'm not going! I'm going to practice my voice."
I don't know who the unlucky guy said is unreasonable. It's easier to sort out your thoughts when you're alone. She'd been alone for 9 hours, and her thoughts were still a mess.
Fan Sirui squeezed his shoulder, hugged him smoothly, and took him into the elevator: "Let's go with brother Xiaosa in the evening. Recently, a batch of beautiful girls came to Huancai KTV. I will take you to enjoy it."
She listened to the new songs, and the pressure in her heart increased. He Qian was able to integrate into the new songs very well, but the new songs tended to be saliva songs. The advantage was that they were catchy, but the disadvantage was that they had no characteristics.
Just as He Qian was about to leave, he was grabbed by Fan Sirui. He didn't resist anything and stood with his head bowed.
Fan Sirui took He Qian and Kong Tengyu away one by one, and warned them at the elevator entrance: "No matter what decision you make, obey the beautiful sister's arrangements first. Let her take it easy and talk about it after the meeting next week."
Fan Sirui directly hit the opponent's sore spot, caught the trace of guilt that flashed in He Qian's dull eyes, and said in a serious tone: "I used to envy you so much. In the whole team, the beautiful sister is the most partial to you. If you want to leave, leave quickly. Leave now."
From now on, the beautiful sister will only train me and Kong Tengyu, but I would like to see what your next agent is like and whether it is as good as the beautiful sister."
"I won't leave! Unless Sister Yang kicks me out of the group!"
Picked up the phone, found Zhou Yuanyuan and sent a message asking: Are you back?
Roaring out the most willful words in a low voice, he felt much more relaxed after shouting, but the relief did not last for two seconds before being replaced by guilt. He could not erase the dark shadow in his memory, and the denial and cold looks he suffered every day turned into a nightmare.
Hanging around him. He understood that Yang Yuran was his noble person, and leaving Yang Yuran was tantamount to losing the only hope of getting better.
"Okay, beautiful sister." Fan Sirui agreed.
However, you can't be too selfish as a person.
Fan Sirui flipped up his short hair with his hand and expressed his understanding: "Well, his problem is that he can only sing bass. Let me change the song and make the bass part smoother and easier to sing."
Yang Yuran raised his head one by one, closed his eyes and announced: "You have worked hard for the past half month. You can rest from today to tomorrow. We will have a meeting the day after tomorrow to finalize the final version."
"Yeah." Kong Tengyu turned and left, too lazy to say anything more. He let He Qian's unstable performance torment for another ten days, and he was already considered to be of high quality if he didn't curse.
Yang Yuran had to come up with an alternative plan, taking advantage of the fact that the formation of the team was not announced, to separate He Qian. From now on, He Qian will focus on variety shows, accumulate some popularity, and then develop into film and television. Fan Sirui and Kong Tengyu will focus on idols, and get good at singing and dancing.
"Relax, as the beautiful sister said, don't even think about resting for two days."
In fact, Fan Sirui was also reluctant to cooperate with his partner for half a month, and had already thought of a new way to make up for it before Yang Yuran came.
In the next two weeks, Yang Yuran finally realized what it means to work hard and to use talent.
Then I thought about it, it wasn't very realistic, the two of them had not developed their own lives as a team.
However, the way to make up for it is still not as good as the original version, and I have to give up two better tunes.
"I thought you wouldn't give up until the end, but it turns out you were defeated so easily. You are so unambitious, are you worthy of your beautiful sister's hard work?"
Five minutes later, I did not receive a reply from Zhou Yuanyuan, but received a very inexplicable message from He Ningyue: Yu Ran, have you slept? I am so sad. I have no one to talk to about some sad things. Can you stay with me?
Ever since He Qian's matter was settled, she had deliberately stayed away from He Ningyue. Did this sudden message mean she was having trouble with Li Shuo?
Yang Yuran stopped guessing and put her phone upside down on the bedside table, not planning to return it until tomorrow morning. By then the other party would definitely have found someone else to accompany and comfort her, so she could just pretend to say "I slept last night, I'm sorry"
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He lay back on the bed and continued to look at the light, thinking of ways to solve his troubles.
After thinking about it, only the four words "no one can say" that He Ningyue typed remained in my mind.
Cursing 'bad luck' secretly, he turned over and took back his phone.
