Start by swapping bodies with a beautiful star

Soon, the song begins.

But what surprised Park Bucheng was that the song was sung by Gao Yu.

"Isn't this Gu Ling'er's album?" Park Bucheng was a little dazed.

But soon he was no longer in the mood to worry about who sang the song.

Because the song on the big screen has already started.

...

"Don't say 2023 is 3023, there will still be SB accompanying us all the way. Although composing lyrics and music is my pleasure, singing a song for this is not too flattering."

Sure enough, he was scolding me, I knew he was scolding me!

Park Butcheng's face was as sinking as water.

"It turned out to be simple music, but it was entangled by assumptions. Every note and pure heart in the music cannot escape the fate of hypocrisy."

"I once asked myself whether it was necessary to fight back so coolly, but some people make me sick just thinking about them. I should still show the courage of a big brother."

Park Bucheng's expression became uglier the more he listened.

The people around him also looked at each other.

Are these lyrics so straightforward?

The song is still playing.

Others in the company began to persuade: "Mr. Park, why don't you just stop listening and shut it down."

Park Bucheng's eyes were red, and he turned a deaf ear to what others said. He stared at the big screen with his eyes.

He wanted to see how harshly Gu Ling'er and the two could scold him.

The result was not what he expected, the song was indeed very unpleasant to listen to.

"I often ask myself whether sanctimonious people have any conscience left. If it is because of mental illness, you are welcome to go to Anhui to find the famous doctor Vae."

“Be a person first, do things later, don’t you understand this principle?

Does it matter what you post? Is it worthy of your parents? "

"Jiangnan has beautiful scenery, how could you understand?

Life is too careless and will be burned after a season of rampage.

Bu Cheng, stand at attention, straighten your waist,

Stop being bored and hide your loneliness trap. "

...

"He's scolding me. Listen, he's scolding me by name." Park Butcheng was going crazy.

It's too much, it's too ugly.

Almost the entire song is cursed.

Park Bu Cheng was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

"There are too many evil deeds to count. I have no interest in complimenting you on your so-called job duties.

If you show off your tail just for money, and act haphazardly on TV, you think all the netizens in China are idiots.

I, I, I, take a deep breath, the dogs are barking here and there is no quiet, you are working hard for money, there is no place for you anywhere.

The mask is ripped open and the ugly face and heart are cast aside by the whole world. "

...

"me…"

The more Park Buchen listened, the more contorted his face became. He pointed at the screen and shivered for a long time, unable to say a word.

"You...you...dog man and woman...dog man and woman...wow...poof..."

Suddenly, Park Bucheng raised his head and fell straight back.

The people next to him panicked and gathered around him in a hurry.

"Teacher Park, don't do this."

"Mr. Park, calm down, your health is important."

"Pinch people in the middle, pinch people in the middle!"

"Quick, call 120. Call an ambulance quickly."

Pu Bucheng held it in for a long time, his face turned red from holding it in, and it took him a while to calm down the breath in his throat.

Lying on the chair, Park Bucheng looked weakly at the composition department.

"Can you avenge me? I am not willing to do so. I will also write a song to scold them."

The people in the composition department were stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "Yes, Mr. Park, we can do it."

"Okay! Very good!" Park Bucheng instantly became energetic when he heard the answer.

"S scold this couple of bitches to death. I will scold them a hundred times harder than them, otherwise it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart."

The people in the composition department were gearing up: "Okay, then you can do it!"

"I asked why the title song's name is so weird. I didn't expect it to be waiting for me here." Park Bu Cheng gritted his teeth, "How dare you humiliate me like this? Well, since you are in the first grade of junior high school, don't blame me for being in the fifteenth grade. ”

With that said, Park Bucheng turned to the composing department and said, "Hurry up and compose the music. I have to fill in the lyrics myself."

This is about to show off, and the composition department is in high spirits: "Make sure to complete the task."

"Well." Park Bucheng suddenly added, "By the way, your songs must be better than theirs this time. I don't want to be inferior to them from the beginning."

With just one sentence, the excited spirit of the composition department instantly waned.

They looked at each other, and then said, "I'm afraid we can't do this."

Pu Bucheng was angry, looked at them with hatred and said: "Can't you give me some strength? Why can't you do it?"

The people in the composition department were silent. It was okay to ask them to write some verbal songs and curses, but they said it was very difficult for them to surpass Wu Ming.

"Why don't you speak? Are you mute?"

Seeing that they were silent, Pu Bucheng suddenly became angry.

He was really angry today. He had never been wronged like this since he was a child.

Being pointed in the nose and scolded and not being able to retaliate is simply a shame and a huge insult!

It would make him feel more uncomfortable than killing his father Park In-Meng.

The kind that doesn't take revenge and vows not to be a human being.

The people in the composition department were very helpless. Ever since Park Bu-cheng took over the company, they had never had a day to rest, and they were always given over-the-top problems.

"Mr. Park, actually our main purpose is to curse people. As long as the lyrics are fun and the curses rhyme, it doesn't matter whether the music is good or not."

"No." Park Bucheng shook his head, "The music is not as good as theirs, so what's the point of scolding them, because they are naturally weaker. Besides, if the music is not good, how can the song be popular? If the song is not popular, how can others listen to it? ?”

"Why don't you go find Qu Shen to take action?"

"The God of Music, the God of Music, you have to go to the God of Music to do anything, so what do I need you to do?"

The people in the composition department spread their hands, feeling helpless.

Who is nameless?

That was the god in charge of songwriting in ancient Greece. How could ordinary mortals like them compete with others?

They are also very desperate.

Isn't it difficult for them to compete with God?

Gods, only gods can deal with them. If they can't do anything, what can they do?

"Humph, a bunch of trash."

Seeing that these people had no hope, Park Bucheng began to think of other ways.

But after much thought, he still didn't think of any good ideas.

This feeling of being scolded but unable to fight back is really uncomfortable.

Park Bucheng could even imagine the mocking expression on Wuming's face when he sang this song.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken again.

So fucking bullying.

Is there any king law?Are there any laws?

Can you just write songs and curse people if you have talent?

Are there any branches?

Park Butchen has lost Lychee.

Roaring madly.

"Uncle can bear it, but aunt can't bear it. I'm going to the community property management to report them, and I'll make them pay the price!"