"Oh, their self-confidence is worth protecting, isn't mine worth protecting?"
Brother K laughed strangely and his face suddenly turned gloomy. Although he did not express his bad mood directly, he seemed to be waiting for Yang Yuran to coax him.
Yang Yuran's lips were slightly parted, her eyes were as charming as a fox's, wide open, and filled with surprise.
After being stunned for a long time, he asked doubtfully: "Rookies need protection, but geniuses don't, right?"
The flattery was so subtle that Brother K's anger instantly dissipated. He tapped Yang Yuran's forehead with his index finger and laughed and cursed.
"You really haven't changed at all in four years. No, no, it should be said that Heihou's learning skills have become deeper."
"It makes you feel happy when you hear it, and my hard work is not in vain."
Yang Yuran resisted the urge to yawn, walked to the wine cabinet, took out two packs of instant coffee, and made a cup for herself and a cup for Brother K.
Brother K took the transparent glass cup, took a sip of the hot brown liquid, put the cup in his hand, and marveled.
"You actually know how to drink instant coffee. The Yang Yuran I know only drinks freshly ground coffee and is used to eating black gold caviar."
Click the mouse to open the first version of the song, use professional software to mark three places, and give suggestions in positive colors.
The beautiful woman was within reach, and her smile and frown made Brother K fascinated. He stretched out his hand to touch her fair and tender face, and readily agreed: "Okay, if you are willing to be an assistant, I can bear the burden and go over to help you and Zhou Jia Nizi.
Training newcomers.”
I had just entered a deep sleep and was woken up by the alarm clock. I sat on the bed and calmed down for five minutes to force myself back to consciousness.
Yang Yuran clicked the green button and pretended to apologize: "I'm sorry, I forgot to check the time. Is it too late to coax me now?"
"I accept external employment."
Turn off the phone and go to sleep.
Yang Yuran raised his hand and patted away the claw that was about to touch his cheek, held Brother K's glass, and poured all the coffee into his own mug.
"Yes, you have a good brain. Find someone with a similar voice and high level to guide He Qian. It will be easier for the other person to correct He Qian's mistakes in time."
Yang Yuran happily praised and just finished summing up. Thinking of He Qian's character, most of the joy disappeared, and she secretly muttered: "I need to find someone with patience and a gentle personality."
Yang Yuran tightened the door a little more, and the iron frame stuck on the back of Brother K's hand, leaving a red mark, just like the mark left by Brother K when he pinched her wrist when he first entered the house.
The question four years ago reappeared, and Yang Yuran calmly gave the same answer as usual: "I told you that you are not my type, but I believe in your professionalism and character, and you were very sympathetic to me when we talked last night.
You lied about the guidance. If you feel extremely uncomfortable, the price of this counseling can be clearly stated."
At five o'clock in the morning, Brother K: I am a relatively tolerant person. If you can make me happy before 8 o'clock in the morning, I will consider telling you the key factors for victory.
Brother K picked up the glass and took another sip. He still felt it was too astringent to swallow, so he explained his request: "I viewed the short video and saw the estimated revenue rankings of entertainment companies this year. Tianyu ranked first, and Zhongsida ranked third.
Second, Anas is third, and Guardian is fourth. The income is quite impressive. I need more than 500 in daily meal supplements, and my afternoon tea must have freshly ground coffee from Brazilian coffee beans. It’s best to find me a beautiful assistant like you."
"Go back to your gentle land and dream."
"Why don't you just say, let me be your assistant and you will take charge of the overall situation."
Yang Yuran glanced at the time on the upper right side of the phone, which was 7:10, and casually placed the phone on the edge of the water table.
Yang Yuran held her chin in her hands, smiling happily.
"The transition point at the mark is too flat, and it is difficult to resonate with people, asking the song writer to adjust the tune. I listened carefully three times to the bass boy who took on the part. His voice is not bad, not particularly bad. His biggest problem is that
He gets nervous easily, and when he gets nervous, his tune will go out of tune or his tone will break. If you really can’t change it, then find a suitable tone band to play with him.”
Brother K blocked the door frame with one hand and reminded with a serious face: "Yang Yuran, don't expect me to give guidance after you push me away today. Nizi of the Zhou family has begged me many times, do you have the heart to ruin her expectations with your own hands?"
A busy day started when I turned on my phone and received two threatening messages. At 3:30 in the morning, Brother K: I am very aware of your tendency to burn bridges. I made a special backup yesterday and marked three places for you.
Wrong. Secondly, there is a necessary factor for the first song to become popular, which I will not tell you.
After breakfast, I hurriedly headed to the company. There was a serious traffic jam on a weekday morning, and I would be late again.
Yang Yuran blew the foam on the coffee, drank half the cup after it cooled down slightly, licked the corners of her bitter mouth with her tongue, and said quietly: "The price of growing up is not to get used to a life that changes from complexity to simplicity. You need to maintain a facade outside, and at least adapt to what you have at home.
Let’s live a real and comfortable life as it is.”
The delicate little face was full of melancholy, which deeply touched Brother K. Considering some of the rumors he had heard, he couldn't help but feel affection in his heart.
Talking too much about sympathy may have the opposite effect. Brother K used actual efforts to divert Yang Yuran's attention and weaken her frustration.
When the screen is unlocked, the sixth call comes in.
"My little boy band doesn't need you. Your patience has made them cry for two days. Let go, you know I will close the door. Staying up late every day has damaged my sister's skin. I need to rest early to keep my complexion good. I finally found out. Wait.
The day I grow old and grow old is the day people like you who are motivated by sex will die. In this world, only your own advantages are the most reliable."
Yang Yuran picked up Brother K, pushed him to the door, opened the door and pushed him out.
"You forgot something! I've been able to call you since 7 o'clock, but you obviously can't read back!"
The ruthless woman turned around, her phone in her pocket was vibrating wildly. She pressed two incoming calls and sent a text saying "Good night" to the other party.
Brother K took a look at the beauty and blamed her small eyes for putting him in a good mood. He lowered his demands and said, "You are mentally retarded if you don't enjoy the happiness you have. If I go, you can still use your name as an agent. It doesn't matter if you don't have hand-ground coffee, as long as
I also drink the instant coffee you made."
I arrived at the 404 office at 8:17. I took out my mobile phone from my pocket and turned it on. I glanced at it and found no unexpected missed calls on my five-way phone. They were all from Brother K.
Yang Yuran said, pulling the door back with all her strength. Brother K quickly pulled his hand back before she could lock the door completely, thus escaping the catastrophe of severed palm.
Brother K scolded angrily, panting heavily and asked: "Yang Yuran, you don't have a heart, do you? I have always responded to your requests. If you are so cruel to me, does your heart really not hurt?"
He raised his head and drank it all, then put the cup on the table. He squinted at the man next to him and said coquettishly, "Whether you want to drink or not, I don't need to worry about it."
"Yang Yuran, you are really, really good!"
Brother K said this angrily, hung up the phone, picked up his clothes and strode out of his bedroom.
Yang Yuran rubbed her face and checked her mailbox. She still didn't receive any new emails. Fortunately, she didn't wait for Wei Feng's reply.
Locking the screen of the phone, he raised his eyes and saw the people hiding in the crack of the door peeping. He suppressed the tiredness in his eyes, waved to them, and called.
