Under the pillow is a song, a new song, written by Fang Jing.
Feng Timo couldn't help but be surprised.
Fang Jing actually wrote a song for Yang Chaoyue. Isn't this a bit unfair to students like them?
Originally, everyone was on the same starting line, but now Yang Chaoyue has jumped ahead because of her good relationship with the referee. How do these "nothings" like them play?
"Chaoyue has a new song, written by Fang Jing." Lowering his voice, Feng Timo said to Wang Xiaomin and Yu Wenwen.
Unexpectedly, neither of them had any reaction.
Wang Xiaomin has known about it for a long time. She taught all morning today, but Yu Wenwen is already immune. There are so many people involved in this show, so why is it strange that Fang Jing wrote a song?
Anyway, her hope is getting smaller and smaller, just do your best and know your destiny!
"Hey, why don't you guys respond? This is a song written by Fang Jing!"
The expressions on the faces of the two roommates disappointed Feng Timo. Don't they care about such a big thing?
"Just do your own thing well. Why bother with other things? This is fate. I can't envy you." Wang Xiaomin said softly.
"Yes, I can't be envious." Yu Wenwen said sourly, turning her head to sleep, leaving a desolate figure behind her.
Feng Timo was originally a well-connected person, but now he still has the nerve to say this?
Fair? What is fair? I am a player who has no money to pay for VIP and I play with you v8 players. What did I say?
"Hey, you haven't slept yet?"
Wearing a bath towel, Yang Chaoyue came out.
Feng Timo leaned forward and took the initiative to pick up the hair dryer to dry Yang Chaoyue's hair. After a while, he smiled and said: "Chaoyue, did Fang Jing write a song for you?"
"Don't look at me, she just saw it under your pillow." Seeing Yang Chaoyue looking at him in confusion, Wang Xiaomin explained.
Suppressing his displeasure, Yang Chaoyue forced a smile: "It was indeed Fang Jing who helped me write it."
"I saw this song, and it doesn't suit your style. Why don't you sell it to me? I'll pay you 500,000. Anyway, you're in the top ten of bookings, and you can sing anything, so just help me.
"
Yu Wenwen did not turn her head, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly. She wanted to hear what Yang Chaoyue would say.
If half a million yuan is put in front of you, most people will not refuse it.
Wang Xiaomin winked wildly, trying to get Yang Chaoyue not to agree to give up Fang Jing's song for 500,000 yuan, unless he was out of his mind.
Five hundred thousand is a small matter, I'm afraid it won't be easy for Fang Jing to explain.
They just gave you the song on the front foot and you sold it on the back. What would Fang Jing think?
With her back to Wang Xiaomin, Yang Chaoyue did not see her hint and hesitated: "I can't give you this song. Without it, I can't advance. And Sister Mo, you are so popular that you will definitely advance."
"I don't have the copyright of the key songs, so it's useless to give it to you."
"It's okay, I don't want the copyright, just sing it once is enough." Feng Timo felt happy and said quickly, "How about I add another 100,000 and give you 600,000? Even if you are eliminated, you still have 600,000.
If you take it home, you won’t have to worry about food and clothing in the future.”
Yang Chaoyue came from the countryside. She used to be a working girl on the assembly line and earned more than 3,000 yuan a month. Feng Timo found out all about it.
It would take Yang Chaoyue thirty years to save 600,000 yuan, which was undoubtedly a huge sum of money.
Even if she offends Fang Jing, it doesn't matter. At worst, if she doesn't join the entertainment industry and use the money to start a small business, she can live the rest of her life.
Wang Xiaomin was anxious. She was really afraid that if Yang Chaoyue agreed to give up a great future for the six hundred thousand in front of her, it would not be a wise choice.
"I can't afford to spend so much money. I'm so scared. Don't want it!" Yang Chaoyue shook his head.
Fang Jing had already said that he could buy several Porsches a year by taking her to the company. Now Feng Timo wants to buy out her future for 600,000 yuan. Doesn't he think she is a fool?
Although she is not very smart, she can still distinguish what is important and what is important.
The smile gradually stiffened, and Feng Timo smiled awkwardly, "It's okay, you can tell me whenever you think about it."
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At the end of April, the fourth episode of China's Strongest Voice began, and Fang Jing came back from Shanghai to record the show.
He returned to the Magic City after only a few days here. There was still a lot of work there. Every once in a while, Wang Jinhua would find him some endorsements and commercial performances. Mobile version::
The money is not much, ranging from 1.8 million to several million, but the advantage is that it is easy. Basically, he does not have to do anything, he just needs to take a few photos.
"How have you been practicing during this time?" Fang Jing greeted the students backstage.
After not seeing each other for a while, Wang Xiaomin has gained a lot of weight. She was originally a woman who was difficult to control, but now she is even more unfathomable in her floral tube top dress.
Many male students never took their eyes off her.
Bah! Pervert, worthless!
Seeing all these hot eyes directed at Wang Xiaomin, Feng Timo felt contempt in his heart. He looked down at his airport and cried.
"Fortunately, thanks to Sister Xiaomin's help." Yang Chaoyue said with a smile.
Her hairstyle today is different from before. Fang Jing gave some funds in advance and asked Wang Xiaomin to take leave to take her to find someone to design it.
The back is braided to the waist, a few strands of hair are scattered around the forehead, a simple white shirt is tucked into light blue tight jeans, outside is a knee-length long knitted cardigan jacket, and flat shoes on the feet.
The whole image is extremely girly!
Looking at Wang Xiaomin, Fang Jing swallowed secretly. As expected after so many years since his debut, he really knows how to dress up.
Feng Timo and Yu Wenwen took the student leisure route, unlike her, who was sexy, mature, pure, and knew exactly what to do when.
With this outfit, you don't even have to open your mouth when you go on stage, which is sure to attract a large number of male fans.
"I'll go over first and cheer for you!"
Sensing Wu Jiajia's gaze, Fang Jing was alert. It was not advisable to stay here for a long time, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to Yang Ning when he returned.
After Fang Jing left, Wang Xiaomin checked her ears, tried the microphone, and was mentally prepared.
The last episode of the program has been aired, and as expected, she is on the hot search list. Computer version::/
You name it, some say she bullies the small, some say she dares to fight hard, has fans to support her, and some hate fans to abuse her.
The company asked her to go back, but she didn't listen.
"Welcome to China's strongest voice..."
When the host at the front desk began to host, Yu Wenwen took a deep breath, and her palms holding the guitar were slightly sweaty.
She was the second one to appear, so she was under a lot of pressure.
"I'm going to the bathroom first. Let me know when you get there."
Some students were nervous, paced back and forth, and ran to the bathroom within a few minutes.
"I'll go too, wait for me!"
"Let's all come together!"
In less than five minutes, the backstage was half empty.
Yang Chaoyue looked at Wang Xiaomin, "Sister Xiaomin, are we going too?"
"Do you think I can wear this outfit?" Wang Xiaomin pointed to the long skirt.
Running to the toilet before going on stage is something that only happens to newbies. She has been in the industry for so many years and she still has this kind of emotion.
"Then should I go?" Yang Chaoyue stamped her feet.
"You'd better not go. Dressing up again takes time. There's no makeup artist now."
"Are you holding it in?"
"Hang on, we are here now. This situation must be overcome. In the future, there will be many opportunities to stand in a dress for seven or eight hours. You can't run to the bathroom every time."
At this time, they were just nervous. They didn't want to go to the bathroom at all, they just wanted to go on stage.
Yang Chaoyue looked at Wang Xiaomin with admiration in her eyes, "Sister Xiaomin, don't you even go to the bathroom when you wear a skirt like this?"
"Don't go!"
"Then what should I do if I'm really in a hurry?"
Wang Xiaomin rolled her eyes, how can a living person be choked to death by urinating? It is strange to ask this question.
Sometimes a pair of little wings can solve a lot of things.