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655 Chapter 655 - Go to Kuala Lumpur

The plane landed at Kuala Lumpur Airport, and Bu Zelu wore a relatively low-key dress this time, mainly to hide himself.

It was agreed to come to Singapore, but in fact Bu Zelu ran to Malaysia.Because the Malaysian Open is going on here, Bu Zelu doesn't want to be discovered by anyone.

Sharapova did not show up at the airport, but instead asked an assistant to pick up Bu Zelu. After a long journey, the two finally met.

"Hi, beauty, I heard that St. Petersburg is not going well?" Bu Zelu came to the small villa by the sea and said cheerfully when he saw Sharapova.

"Yeah, didn't you win the championship in Italy?" Sharapova recalled that she was also depressed in the St. Petersburg Open two days ago. She regrettably lost in the semi-finals, and finally won a place in the semi-finals.

In tennis, there is no semi-final play-off, and it is not the Olympics that will not determine the 3rd or 4th place.

"Take a rest?" Sharapova raised her eyebrows and looked at Bu Zelu. She came here two days early, so naturally she didn't need to adjust to the time difference.

"Just over two hours..." Before Bu Zelu finished speaking, he was dragged closer to the bedroom by his clothes.

As a professional charger plug, Bu Zelu naturally has to perform his duties. Since the Wimbledon farewell, it is at this time that the two can get along.

In other words, you must deliberately find a time period to meet. During Sharapova's US Open period, Bu Zelu played in Europe.

"Do you think we are so unlucky once the two of us are separated? You haven't won since Silverstone, and I haven't won since Wimbledon!" Sharapova stared blankly at Bu Zelu. Said dissatisfied.

"Really? Our team told me that it's mainly because I hired celebrities from the sports world, which affected my luck!" Bu Zelu spread his hands.

Originally it was only in the tennis circle, but in the Italian station, Buffon directly expanded the issue of luck to the entire sports circle.

"It seems to be true!" Sharapova was said, and she also remembered some reports on the Internet some time ago.

From the Hungarian station to the last competition, the guests Bu Zelu invited were all from the sports circle.

"No, then you mean that I'm your bad luck instead? Then you still come to see me?" Sharapova pushed Bu Zelu away as she spoke, with a dissatisfied expression on her face.

"As for it, there's no need to be so superstitious. Have you rested yet? The second round?" Bu Zelu said cheerfully.

"Hurry up, I won't move this time, you move yourself!" Sharapova immediately forgot the conversation just now, and began to enjoy the wonderful taste.

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Kuala Lumpur is very close to Singapore, and Bu Zelu came here directly by private jet this time, so he was naturally complained when he saw Ling Junjie.

"I said boss, you're here, where's the song?" Ling Junjie was covering for Bu Zelu these days, and he knew that the bastard was fooling around when he heard that he was in Kuala Lumpur.

"Here it is! It's a broken song, you can make it yourself, only the lyrics and score!" Bu Zelu took out a piece of paper from his pocket and threw it to Ling Junjie, "Can you speak Spanish?"

"You play by yourself, I don't care about you!" Ling Junjie was not polite to Bu Zelu, grabbed the paper and ran to the music production room.

As a musician, I naturally want to be on the top music platform like Billboard, and also want to be recognized by mainstream music.

The bastard Bu Zelu is also weird. The songs written by an unemployed athlete are really helpless.

Since I can't write it, participating in the production can also satisfy a little regret.

Bu Zelu didn't care about Ling Junjie. Anyway, it's not the first time his family has come here. As the super rich second generation in Singapore, living in a villa is very common. Fortunately, it's not Ling Junjie's parents' house.

When he was young, the last thing he wanted was to live with his parents. Bu Ze walked freely and didn't need to be greeted by the housekeeper of the villa, so he found the kitchen and got a bunch of barbecue ingredients.

Getting ready for the barbecue, a large number of friends came over after a while, and everyone made an appointment to come over. Bu Zelu watched Jay Chou and the others come, but instead greeted Ling Junjie, the master.

Bu Zelu didn't call the Deyun Society group of people. This time the party was basically called some friends from the entertainment industry. In addition to the Wanwan group, Li Jian and a few friends from the domestic circle also came.

In other words, this time the main callers were music players.

"Where's Ding Ding?" A group of people were a little curious and invited them to come over to play, but they disappeared by themselves.

"He's making a new song, don't care about him, hurry up, hurry up and cook the meat!" Bu Zelu greeted directly.

"Come, come, let's go..."

Since all the people here are from the music industry, the natural thing to talk about after eating and drinking is music, which is a bit embarrassing for people from the Asian music industry.

Bu Zelu is such an idler, the whole song is on the bulletin board, and the whole song is on the bulletin board. This time there is a new song, and he created it in the competition. The most enviable thing is, A group of internet idlers who had nothing to do helped Bu Zelu tune up and put it together again.

Now the MV hits on bullet screen websites and Youtube are quite scary.

As for the professional knowledge of music, who hasn't studied abroad, who hasn't tried to write an English song, but the results are just that.

A group of people hadn't seen each other for a long time. After chatting for a while, they naturally started to drink. In the flower planter, the wine table culture is quite strong.

"Ze Lu, you have compiled 6-7 songs now, when will you release an album!" A group of drunk people will sit by the pool to sober up. Everyone is more restrained, after all, they are all A group of artists will stop naturally after drinking almost all of it.

"The whole album?" Bu Zelu scratched his chin, and glanced at the system interface [Score 7/10], it seems that he can really put together an album, "Then who will send a few songs to my buddy!"

"It's easy to talk about! I'll help you find it later!" Jay Chou is a well-known creative genius, so it's no problem for him to open his mouth.

"I think it's better for you, Zelu, to spare some time to write a few songs. It's better to make a foreign language album. As for the Mandarin part, everyone can collect one or two capitals for you to make two albums." Li Jian said cheerfully. Said.

"That's right, let us Chinese show our faces in the international entertainment circle!" Everyone agreed with Li Jian's statement.

"Let's talk about it later, talk about it later, by the way, what is Junjie doing, why hasn't he come out!" Bu Zelu's family knows his own affairs, and his creative ability is all thanks to the help of [Music Score].

The more familiar songs are the songs that this group of people are familiar with, but those who can remember before, these people have released it a long time ago, and those who can't remember it really can't remember.

"Let's go and have a look. Have you finished writing your song sofia?" Li Jian asked.

"Yeah, let's go, go and have a look!"

Ling Junjie is very serious about helping Bu Zelu in the post-production. Fortunately, this is not a film film. If a group of people rush in, it will be exposed.

"Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss, this guy's new song will be available in a few days!" Ling Junjie watched these people rushing him out for a drink, and quickly explained.

"The concert after the race?" Jay Chou was naturally one of the performers at the concert after the race.

"That's right!" Ling Junjie nodded, "This guy... ahem, he just gave it to me today anyway! I'm composing music."

They were all men. When everyone heard what Ling Junjie said, they looked back at Bu Zelu and joked, "That's okay, I don't care about you, I will let you go today, I need to help!"

"I'm still a bit confused, this bastard made a Spanish music style, or brothers think of a way!" Ling Junjie was not polite, anyway, we are friends.

Arranging and composing music are two different things. You need to add a lot of accompanying instruments. In fact, sometimes you will have friends to help you arrange music.

Everyone will not be so fussy about the naming rights of such an arranger.

Just like Bu Zelu’s previous Spanish song, wasn’t there a lot of people who helped to arrange the music for the song “Quick”? After the MV was filmed, Bu Zelu made a lot of subtitles just like the movie. Special thanks for the help friend.

As soon as a group of musicians heard it, they began to make suggestions in a hurry, but Bu Zelu was kicked out of the music room alone.

"Hey, hey, this shit is my song, let me in!" Bu Zelu shouted towards the inside, leaning on the door.

"You are just a singer, you know how to create, go and play outside! No, call some model ladies!" Ling Junjie kicked the door shut.

Looking for a model lady?

Just thinking about it, Bu Zelu didn't have such a big social circle in Singapore. Besides, he really called a group of people over. During this time, Ling Junjie's cover for him was all over.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world. The more people who know about it, the easier it is to leak the news. Wouldn't it be cool to attract a group of media paparazzi at that time.

This party ended in such a way that Bu Zelu couldn't laugh or cry. We hadn't seen each other for a long time, so we had a chat and were happy.

Who knew it would become like this.

Before enjoying the happiness in Singapore, Viniya, Zaina and Cha Ruoyu came together, and the three employees directly stationed in Ling Junjie's villa.

This time, I saved the hotel money.

On September 9th, Bu Zelu once again appeared in front of the media. As the little prince of Asian sports, he is very popular.

But today is not like before, and did not accept interviews, but honestly followed the team to carry out some promotional activities.

At noon, Bu Zelu was free and sat in the RV in a daze, bored.

The team did not ban him from playing the game, but the particularity of the Singapore circuit, because like Monaco, it is an urban circuit.

If you want to compete, the track must be closed. Under such conditions, the pit room is in a mess. Are you just pulling network cables for him to play games?
"Your new song is finished?" Zaina asked casually looking at the chess game in front of her.

(End of this chapter)