Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry

Shi Yan and Liang Yixuan looked at each other and laughed involuntarily.

"Uh-"

He got up and stretched, his previous worries were swept away, he cleared his throat and said seriously, "Brothers, the teacher is checking the work."

Although his tone was serious, the corners of Shi Yan's mouth were still curved.

Yu Lan said: "I moved a step to the left on the last stage."

"It's time to change the C for the first verse." Shi Yan said, "I'll remind you next time at the rehearsal."

"I also ran over."

Xia Song flashed a clip in front of his eyes that he sang happily, "The rap last time was a bit squishy, ​​the problem is that it didn't work well with the microphone equipment."

"The drum of the second song "Leaving Song" on BLS is a bit faster in the last two sentences of the first chorus." Liang Yixuan said.

"My bass was also messed up a few times. My mood and attention were drawn by Yu Lan's voice." Yang Jihan nodded.

Qin Jue told them to always remember that every time they came back from the stage, they would replay the game. Everyone knew who made what mistakes.

"Whose turn is it to organize this week?"

"I." Xia Song said.

"Okay, I'll post my share to the group later." Liang Yixuan nodded.

Although I haven't seen the teacher for a while, they will submit a self-examination report to Qin Jue on a weekly basis. This report is not a formalistic report, nor does it have format requirements, it is a kind of "correction of wrong questions".

Qin Jue will also write a review, so that when "Thousands of Colors" hold introspection meetings every week, they can compare with each other and find out their shortcomings so that they can correct them.

When a few people chatted about business, they automatically entered the most comfortable rhythm. You complemented the parts that you or your teammates failed to complete perfectly on stage, correcting others and reflecting on yourself. The stage performances of time have been stroked again.

"Goo—"

"Looking at you crying, you're wasting your energy." Liang Yixuan hurt him with a smile.

Yang Jihan rubbed his stomach aggrievedly.

"I really want to eat the butterfly cake made by Sixth Sister. It's a must for supper at night." He looked like Alaska with drooping ears. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yu Lan sitting beside the bed, and immediately showed a cute smile, "Hehe. , Lan Lan~"

"The biscuits I brought out are out of stock."

Yu Lan looked at Yang Jihan with a smile, pushed the hair that fell out behind her back, looked up again, got up and got out of bed, "Wait, I'll see if I can use it."

They live in an apartment hotel with a kitchenette.

"Don't get used to Yang Jihan, let him order takeout by himself." Xia Song said while lying on the bed.

"I'm hungry too."

Shi Yan whispered softly.

"Mom, please." Xia Song changed his words for a second.

Yu Lan, who was already checking the kitchen utensils by the cooking table, twitched her facial muscles and looked back at Xia Song.

"you……"

Xia Song's face did not change, and she was very emotional: "I am willing to be your eldest son in front of delicious food."

Shi Yan: ?

Yang Jihan: ?

Liang Yixuan: ?

Yu Lan: "... Fourth brother, do you want to play so big?"

Xia Song, who originally wanted to wish him and Liang Yixuan a good relationship for a hundred years, didn't hold back when he heard this sentence. He coughed to stop the laughter, and stopped throwing strange words, and said sternly:

"I'm a little hungry too."

Now that Yu Lanfu has softened, let him be reluctantly let go this time.

Yu Lan smiled softly and nodded: "Okay. Fried rice with ham and egg?"

Xia Song: "...Well."

Last time Yu Lan made ham and egg fried rice for Shi Yan, he did take a bite or two beside him.

Anyway...it's delicious, and it's not bad to eat.

Yu Lan saw the slight blush on Xia Song's face, squinted and smiled again, turned to look at Liang Yixuan, and greeted naturally:

"Let's go, the child's father, he's going downstairs to buy groceries."

"?Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

Shi Yan and Yang Jihan were stunned for a moment, then both fell down laughing.

Xia Song: "..."

He touched his nose uncomfortably, obviously he started it by himself. At this time, Yu Lan took the initiative to cue the stalk of the group father and group mother, but he felt a little awkward.

Tsk, I still don't like this guy.

Over there, Liang Yixuan didn't notice Xia Song's mental activity at all. He just got out of bed with a funny face and went to get his coat. He walked over while putting on his clothes and said:

"No, have you completely accepted this setting?"

"Then what else could it be?"

Yu Lan said slowly.

"Pingbai has three more good children, I made a profit." Liang Yixuan laughed and teased, "Wait, I'll call Brother Li first. You also wear some clothes, it's windy at night."

"Okay. Is there anything you want to eat?" Yu Lan turned her head and looked up at him, her voice soft and gentle.

The two of them just walked out of the room.

Shi Yan blinked: "The backs of the two of them look so harmonious."

"...Well, that's true." Xia Song also looked in the direction of the door.

"It feels so warm, but we used to be like a family with whomever we are." Shi Yan stretched again and fell back, "Wow, I suddenly miss my parents..."

"That said, it's really been a long time since I went home." Yang Jihan also lay down and sighed, "We're so busy."

"But at our debut concert we should be able to—"

Shi Yan turned his face to the side, just when he suddenly noticed the red light of the DV player, he forgot that it was still on the table.

Xia Song followed his line of sight.

"Maybe the electricity is out." He got up and got out of bed.

"We really recorded a lot of travel vlogs." Shi Yan laughed and went to make trouble with Yang Jihan. "When you're tired, read it out and review how much Yangyang likes to cry."

"Hey! Your eyes are red too!"

Yang Jihan rushed over and got into a fight with Shi Yan on the bed.

"Um?"

Xia Song's suspicious voice came.

"What's wrong?"

Shi Yan got out of bed to take a look at the collar that was pulled open by Yang Jihan.

"I can't press save." Xia Song picked up the DV player and played with it, the camera wobbled.

"Eh? No, the one next to me is—eh?"

Shi Yan took over and pressed ~www.readwn.com~ and was also confused, "Is the battery out of battery or is it full? Shouldn't it..."

"Go and ask Sister Mei." Xia Song held the DV player to look left and right, "There may be a problem."

"It's strange, we still used this one last time we performed unplugged."

Yang Jihan also came over.

The three of them walked towards the door in murmurs. As soon as Shi Yan opened the door, he collided with his assistant.

"Huh? Sister Mei, why are you here..."

Assistant Zheng Simei was more flustered than them: "Are you going to record a Vlog?"

"Ah, yes." Shi Yan nodded blankly.

"Isn't it a live broadcast?!" Zheng Simei broke her voice directly.

"What, isn't it?!" Shi Yan and Yang Jihan were immediately dumbfounded, "We were broadcasting live just now?!"

"Impossible." Xia Song's breathing became chaotic all of a sudden. He picked up the DV player and looked at it carefully. "What I pressed is to record. And if it's a live broadcast, 'it's not gray', they will definitely remind—ah."

He was stunned: "Sister Mei, you are receiving a live broadcast exclusively for fans."

Of course, the live broadcasts that are only visible to members are not indicated in "Not Gray".

Zheng Simei's lips were trembling: "I thought you..."

Xia Song looked down at the DV player, as if seeing thousands of fans through the camera.

He sighed faintly and turned to look at Yang Jihan:

"Now everyone knows how much you cry in private..."

Yang Jihan: "No!!!"

The live broadcast came to an abrupt end with his screams.