My wife is on the show, I can't hide it anymore

In the living room, after Zheng Yan had finished eating and cleaned up, Qian Xichun happened to end the live broadcast.

"Xi Chun, what happened to you just now, are you feeling unwell?"

Zheng Yan remembered Qian Xichun's unusual behavior before, so he sat next to Qian Xichun and asked with concern.

"It's a little bit, I'm going to rest first."

Qian Xichun replied in a flat tone, and immediately got up and walked towards his room, and the way of getting along with Zheng Yan returned to the previous state of politeness and a little alienation.

"Even if you want to rest, you have to wash up, you are obviously angry with me now.

Could it be that something I said earlier made Qian Xichun dissatisfied? "

Zheng Yan scratched his head in doubt, a little puzzled by Qian Xichun's sudden temper.

He thought he had cooperated with Qian Xichun very much tonight, but he really couldn't understand what Qian Xichun was thinking.

Early the next morning, Qian Xichun didn't even say hello to Zheng Yan, and left the house quickly by himself.

When Zheng Yan woke up, he found that Qian Xichun had left, and sent him a message that he would record a new program in half a month and would not go home again.

Zheng Yan was not surprised by Qian Xichun's actions. Qian Xichun used to notify him of things in this way before, but now he has returned to the original state.

The matter of Qian Xichun was quickly forgotten by Zheng Yan, and he still has no thoughts about Qian Xichun for the time being.

Naturally, because of Qian Xichun's change of attitude, he will not become anxious about gains and losses.

After tidying up the house a bit, Zheng Yan turned on the computer and played an online game "Poor Way".

This game burns a lot of money. Zheng Yan recharged almost 1 yuan, but he was still beaten by many players. He was so angry that he wanted to continue recharging.

Fortunately, he still resisted the urge to recharge the money. If he couldn't beat those krypton gold fighters, he would bully the newcomers who didn't recharge the money, and he could still play very happily.

"Cousin, I passed today's audition!"

Just when Zheng Yan singled out five whiteboard players and was enjoying himself, Wang Zhipeng called and reported the latest situation excitedly.

"Congratulations, after all, you have lived up to your recent hard training."

Zheng Yan congratulated Wang Zhipeng, and his face was also full of relief.

He has seen the hard training of Wang Zhipeng and others a few days ago, and now he has finally paid off.

"It's a pity that Wang Yang's reincarnation band also passed the audition, and there is still no winner or loser with him."

Wang Zhipeng's tone was a little lower, and he said a piece of news that surprised Zheng Yan.

"Could it be that Xia Guo's band is so weak?"

This idea suddenly popped up in Zheng Yan's mind.

He is very aware of the strength of the Samsara Band, and it is no different from the Feiyang Band before his guidance.

This kind of band cooperation can pass the audition of "New Forces of the Band", which makes him a little disappointed with this show.

Wang Zhipeng's mood quickly returned to normal. After thanking Zheng Yan a few words, he hung up the phone and made an appointment to discuss it in detail tomorrow.

Tomorrow is Sunday, and Zheng Yan happens to be going to teach Wang Zhipeng the piano.

The next day, Zheng Yan came to Wang Zhipeng's house as scheduled, just as Wang Xingye and Du Xiuling were also there.

"Cousin, this time is bad."

As soon as Zheng Yan walked into the living room, Wang Zhipeng complained to Zheng Yan with a sullen face.

There was no more excitement about passing the audition for "New Power of the Band".

"What's the matter, shouldn't you be happy to pass the audition?

Is it because I didn't practice the piano this week, and I feel that I can't keep up with the performance of my classmates' birthday party? "

Zheng Yan had been training with Wang Zhipeng in the evenings last week, knowing very well that Wang Zhipeng had no time to practice piano at all.

Now that Wang Zhipeng's expression is so bad, he naturally thinks of it.

Considering that Du Xiuling and Wang Xingye were sitting not far away, Zheng Yan also deliberately replaced the title of goddess Wang Zhipeng with classmates.

"Ah, yes, Feifei will celebrate her birthday soon, and I haven't practiced the piano yet."

Wang Zhipeng exclaimed, and his mood became more impatient.

"Zhipeng, who is Feifei?"

Du Xiuling and Wang Xingye were discussing things at first, when they heard Wang Zhipeng's address, they immediately turned their heads in unison, looking at Wang Zhipeng with questioning eyes.

"Just an ordinary classmate, don't worry about me if you are busy, I have to continue discussing things with my cousin."

Wang Zhipeng smiled awkwardly, changed the subject hastily, and told Zheng Yan about his troubles.

"Cousin, there is a rule in "New Power of the Band" this time, if you can sing your own original, you will get certain bonus points.

That Wang Yang doesn't talk about martial arts, but he has already bought a new song in advance.

The strength of Samsara is no longer as strong as ours, but now with the blessing of new songs, it is not necessarily the case.

Wang Yang and I had an agreement before, whoever can go further in "New Forces of the Band" will be the No. [-] band of Changhai No. [-] Middle School.

If Wang Yang gets a mentor to turn around this time and I don't, then I will lose all face in Changhai No. [-] Middle School. "

Wang Zhipeng attaches great importance to the name of the No. [-] Band of Changhai No. [-] High School. This time he was really anxious. After telling Zheng Yan the cause and effect, he begged Zheng Yan:
"Cousin, you should know a lot of composers, can you help me find a new song?"

Zheng Yan didn't understand Wang Zhipeng's mood.

Is it really that important to be the number one in the band of Changhai No. [-] High School?

But what Zheng Yan has in his mind is that he has written songs and registered copyrights when he is free for the past two years. There are almost [-] songs in stock in the computer. Picking any one at will can solve Wang Zhipeng's current predicament.

When Zheng Yan was thinking about whether to give Wang Zhipeng a song, Du Xiuling, who was eavesdropping, came over angrily, and taught Wang Zhipeng:
"Didn't you say that the recording of "New Power of the Band" will officially start next week?
You asked Zheng Yan to find a suitable new song for you now, and also to give you time to practice, isn't it difficult for you to force others?

Besides, good songs don’t cost money. Do you want your cousin to give you a new song for free?

Next, you should work hard to practice the songs you have prepared, and don't think about these opportunistic things. "

After being educated by Du Xiuling, Wang Zhipeng also felt that his thoughts just now were too naive, so he nodded with a gloomy expression, and did not continue to pester Zheng Yan.

But then Wang Zhipeng's mood was still affected. Not only was his piano practice messy, but he didn't even have much thought about eating lunch, and he looked depressed.

"Zheng Yan, I want to talk to you about something."

After lunch, Wang Xingye, who had been silent before, suddenly greeted Zheng Yan to the second floor.

"Zheng Yan, do you have a channel to get suitable songs for Zhipeng in these two days? Money is not a problem."

Wang Xingye didn't beat around the bush, and asked Zheng Yan sincerely when he went up to the second floor.

In fact, as Wang Xingye, as long as he releases a little news, he can receive countless songs in time.

It's just that he is not in the industry after all, and it is very difficult to find a song suitable for Wang Zhipeng within a day or two.

But Zheng Yan is different. Zheng Yan has studied music for many years and should know a lot of related friends. Plus his wife is a queen, the probability of finding a good song is obviously much higher than him.

"There is one song. A friend gave me a song that is suitable for Zhipeng to sing. I will write this song to Zhipeng later."

Zheng Yan hesitated for a moment, and then expressed his decision under Wang Xingye's surprised eyes.

The reason why Zheng Yan hadn't expressed his position on giving away songs before was because he didn't want to treat these good songs like Chinese cabbage and give them to others casually.

And Wang Zhipeng's singing skills did not reach the standard he wanted, so he kept hesitating.

But now that the richest man begged him so much, he really didn't want to lose face to Wang Xingye, so he finally decided to give Wang Zhipeng a song.

"Zheng Yan, this time I owe you a favor as an uncle.

I will pay the song fee directly to your account later. "

Wang Xingye, as some of the top wealthiest people in Xia Kingdom, usually keeps his face unchanged in the face of billions of losses.

But today, just because Zheng Yan was able to solve Wang Zhipeng's dilemma, he couldn't help but show an excited expression.

It can be seen how much he values ​​Wang Zhipeng in his heart.

Zheng Yan didn't reject Wang Xingye's idea of ​​giving him money, he was very confident in his song and would definitely make Wang Xingye worth it.