"Don't you really need to buy some small gifts?" Guan Lang asked Qin Yanxi, who was standing aside, with a somewhat hesitant look on his face.
The customs in his hometown made him develop the habit of bringing small gifts to people he didn't know well. Now that he was empty-handed, he felt a little embarrassed.
Especially this time he had to ask for help from others.
"It's okay, don't waste it. Even if you buy a gift, my cousin probably won't need it. Most of it will be piled up at home." Qin Yanxi pulled Guan Lang, who was stuck in place like a log, and walked forward.
"By the way, my cousin has a little weird temper. If she says something strange later, don't take it to heart."
Guan Lang's heart tightened when she said that.
But there was no time to think too much. After Qin Yanxi finished speaking, she pushed the door open and entered.
Opposite the entrance is a partition wall, with the words "Yinyu Studio" flashing in faint neon light, and the reception area is empty.
Before entering, a burst of heavy bass music flowed into my ears.
Walking into it, you will be hit by a strong but not unpleasant smell of perfume. In the dim light, you can vaguely see the many equipments in the hall, including mixers, electronic drums, electronic keyboards and many other musical instruments.
On either side of the hall are several doors leading to different room compartments.
Guan Lang Huan looked at the layout of the hall and felt that it quite matched his inner stereotype of an audio studio.
"Sister Qian! Sister Qian!" Qin Yanxi shouted twice in front of her.
Guan Lang then cast his gaze to the shadow of the corner, where a female figure was sitting on a high stool, her hands covering the headphones on her head, her head gently shaking rhythmically.
Qin Yanxi failed to shout, so she quickly walked over and patted her shoulder twice.
"Wow!" The woman's body trembled suddenly, and she jumped down from the high stool. When she turned around and saw the visitor, she patted her chest lightly and breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out to be Yanxi, why are you so surprised?
I was scared to death, and you didn’t even call me when you came.”
"I've called you, but you turned the volume of your headphones too high and didn't hear it. If you play it so loud every time, you might damage your ears. Besides, shouldn't you take good care of your hearing as a music player?"
"Hehehe." The woman smiled knowing she was wrong, then shrugged and said indifferently: "I am the big boss, why do I have to have such good ears? It's not me who works anyway."
Qin Yanxi felt helpless seeing her confident look.
Guan Lang looked at cousin Qin Yanxi's appearance.
If he hadn't known her identity in advance, he definitely wouldn't have guessed that she was Qin Yanxi's cousin, because judging from her dress alone, she even looked like a cool girl in her early twenties.
It’s nothing like the age when I’m about to enter my third year.
She wears a white shirt as a base, a light purple vest on the outside, and the two sleeves at the cuffs are open, giving her a rather wild temperament.
The makeup on her face makes her eyes look fierce, and the corners of her lips, painted with red lipstick, are slightly raised, revealing a few white teeth inside.
The hair on the top of the head is dyed black with a hint of navy blue, and the medium-short hair is tied into a short braid on the back of the head.
She is a few centimeters shorter than Qin Yanxi, about 1.6 meters tall, but her "aggressive" gaze makes it impossible to ignore her because of her height.
While Guan Lang was observing her, she also turned her attention to Guan Lang who was standing at the door.
There was a hint of thoughtfulness and scrutiny in the cousin's eyes, and then a meaningful smile appeared on her lips. She glanced at Qin Yanxi beside her: "Won't you introduce her to me?"
Qin Yanxi's eyes wandered, and she gently stretched her fingers behind her back and pinched her waist: "My friend, Guan Lang."
I obviously told her last night, but she still looks like she wants to cause trouble today.
Xiang Nanqian bit her teeth painfully and rolled her eyes vaguely.
"Are they just friends?" Xiang Nanqian smiled and pulled back the fingers that were pinching the soft flesh of her waist.
"Hello, Sister Nanqian, I am Guan Lang. I have taken the liberty to come and disturb you today." Guan Lang saw that the two of them were secretly competing with each other and quickly introduced himself.
Xiang Nanqian put the headphones hanging around her neck on the mixing table and walked into Guanlang little by little.
He didn't stop until he was less than ten centimeters in front of Guan Lang.
As soon as Guan Lang lowered his head, he could smell the fragrance of apricot-flavored shampoo coming from the tips of her hair. He subconsciously took half a step back and regained the personal distance of several dozen centimeters.
Unexpectedly, she strode in again. Just when Guan Lang was wondering whether to keep the distance any longer, she stretched out her hand and made a few gestures at her head.
He found that he could only reach Guan Lang's chin, and his expression was a little complicated.
"You are indeed quite tall, not bad." She raised her arm and patted Guan Lang's strong shoulder a few times. "I'm a few years older than you. Do you mind if I call you A-Lang?"
"I don't mind." Guan Lang breathed a sigh of relief. Before he came in, Qin Yanxi said that her cousin had a weird temper and he was a little worried about how to get along with her. Unexpectedly, she was quite enthusiastic, but she didn't feel happy.
The sense of stability of a thirty-year-old person gives people the first impression of being very playful.
"Then you will be my little brother from now on. If you need anything, just come to me for help. Don't be polite." Xiang Nanqian's lips curled up nicely and she assured her generously.
"Okay, okay, tell me how you and Yanxi met?" She suddenly stood up on tiptoes, hooked her arms around Guan Lang's neck, and wanted to pull him aside to whisper some news.
"Sister Qian, let's get down to business. Guan Lang is very busy." Qin Yanxi stepped forward quickly, interrupting her whispers and introducing the main topic of the day.
"Okay, okay, I won't give you a word if I borrow it. Yanxi, you are really stingy." Xiang Nanqian spread her hands, tilted her neck to the side, and sighed. "Then let's start working.
"
Her palm suddenly went around Guan Lang's body and hit the wall like a wall-dong.
With a click of the switch, the white lights in the hall suddenly turned on at the same time.
The dark and gloomy environment suddenly transformed into a white and clean studio environment.
"Papa." She clapped her palms twice and shouted loudly: "You're out to receive guests, no, you're out to do some work!"
Not long after, several doors opened and a dozen people slowly walked out.
The man walking at the front was slightly chubby, with a somewhat pale skin on his face. He yawned a little tiredly: "Didn't you say you had a few days of rest recently?"
Guan Lang stayed on his face for a few seconds and found that he had some impression of this person. He seemed to have seen him speak on stage during the live broadcast of the National Innovation Conference. He should be regarded as one of the most famous male voice actors in the country.