My Girlfriend Is Too Strong

Song Jun was pleasantly surprised by Xia Zhe's arrival, and insisted on dragging him to listen to the theme song opening titles that he had produced.

After listening to it once, he basically agrees. Xia Zhe also knows that his meager morals and deeds are not enough to show his sage in front of others, anyway, it is right to praise: Not bad, good, the improvement is very good, are you busy now, not busy teaching me .”

Don't dare, communicate, you can communicate! Song Jun said very modestly.

Okay, let's communicate. Xia Zhe didn't bother to correct him, anyway, he could learn something from Song Jun, and he planned to write a piece of music and show it to Leng Qin to brag about it.

Xia Zhe's biggest advantage since he was a child is that he can learn things quickly. With Song Jun's guidance and help, he quickly mastered the basic operations.

I'll try it myself.

Once he learned it, he wanted to practice it. Xia Zhe couldn't bear the itch, so he started to tinker.

In one afternoon, with Song Jun's help, he really worked out two semi-finished songs.

You really are a genius.

It's a pity that some people just don't admit it. Xia Zhe patted Song Jun on the shoulder in order to save the two audio files, Thank you today, I will treat you to dinner another day.

You're welcome.

He walked back with the song, before he got off work, Xia Zhe thought about it, and instead of going directly to Leng Qin, he went back to the game department first.

As soon as he opened the door, a sound wave was like a shock wave, destroying his eardrums.

Xia Zhe was very emotional. With this sound insulation technology, he couldn't hear it at all outside. If he had known, he wouldn't have come in.

Seeing him, Song Yang yelled at him: It's over 100 million, the daily flow is over 100 million!

Xia Zhe had been immersed in music production before, and Xia Zhe had forgotten about it. Good thing, there is one more thing to show off to Leng Qin.

I don't know if I am so talented, if I will make her feel ashamed, and I will never have the face to fight a genius who surpasses her in other aspects.

I thought so, but another picture appeared in Xia Zhe's mind.

I made two A-level games in a row!

You can't beat me.

My creativity made the daily turnover of Flying Shuttle exceed 100 million.

You can't beat me.

I'm also a little genius musically.

You can't beat me.

Can you not talk about force?

I'm your boss. I'm fair, beautiful, and long-legged. My family builds interstellar warships. I don't know how many digits my assets are. I...

Let's talk about force.

You can't beat me!

A group of people in the game department who were celebrating suddenly heard Xia Zhe's wailing: Ahhhhhh!

What's wrong? Everyone was puzzled.

It's nothing, don't publish this data yet. Xia Zhe reminded that his first round of cheating on eating and drinking has not yet ended. The data will be released, and the dinner may be scheduled until next month. Even if it is free, eating like this is not enough Will be tired.

He suddenly felt a little grateful for Leng Qin's fighting class. If he hadn't attended class every day and worked hard, he would have gained weight long ago.

It will not be announced to the public, but it is still necessary to ask the leader for credit. Leng Qin was very happy when he received the news, and asked the people in the game department to hold a celebration banquet by themselves. The location is optional, and the company will reimburse it.

A group of people went out to have fun at night, but unfortunately Xia Zhe couldn't go, and he had to continue with the dinner. He suddenly regretted that he had such a full appointment with someone, and it was not easy to let the other party dove, so he could only reluctantly deal with it.

When he came back, it was already dark.

Xia Zhe went to look for Leng Qin, went into the room and picked up Xiao Pi who ran over, and asked curiously, What were you doing just now?

furnish!

Huh? Xia Zhe looked around the room, feeling nothing had changed. He thought for a while before realizing that he was talking about the game.

Seeing that he had figured it out, Leng Qin smiled and said, You're quite self-conscious today.

Xia Zhe raised his head: Of course, I made preparations today, and I will be buffed, at least doubling my combat power, believe it or not?

I don't believe it. Leng Qin didn't show any face, but she was still a little curious, What did you prepare for?

BGM!

Xia Zhe opened his arms and began to operate: I went to Song Junna to make a song in the afternoon. It can not only show my talent to you, but also enhance my combat effectiveness.

Really, let me listen. Leng Qin still didn't believe it at all, waiting quietly for Xia Zhe to make a move.

Xia Zhe has been pondering this matter for several days, the BGM that is invincible on the stage, what is more suitable than the Suona version of A Man Should Be Self-Reliant.

Ready to play, Xia Zhe put on a pose that in Leng Qin's eyes had many flaws.

What's your posture?

I'll let you feel my Foshan Wuying...

Before he finished speaking, the singing sounded.

come here

just put your hair back

Follow the beat of the music

...

??? Xia Zhe was stunned for a few seconds, this was another little yellow song he was proud of, and he didn't intend to let Leng Qin listen to it at all, because he knew the consequences.

I glanced at the playing track, yes!

Woc, I messed up the title of the song when I saved it. Xia Zhe quickly stopped playing, Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Don't stop, it sounds nice. Leng Qin stopped him.

It doesn't sound good, it doesn't sound good at all. Xia Zhe turned off the music.

Why don't you let me hear it? Leng Qin quickly sensed the clue, snatched his bracelet with lightning speed, and clicked to continue.

come here

wet my life with sea water

i will whisper in your ear

baby don't rush

pat the shore slowly

Juice like a puddle of milk

come here

you take my sail

I'm your rocking boat

Love will inflate the sails and swim in the deep sea

Glide to the strange warmth of the equator

...

Xia Zhe was beeping in cold sweat, feeling like he was out of his body: I don't know if it's too late to run now.

It sounds nice, what's the matter? Leng Qin looked at him after listening to it once.

Xia Zhe was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly felt alive. Unexpectedly, Leng Qin didn't know much about the culture of Papa Papa, and it was like walking through hell.

He quickly took back the bracelet: From the lyrics to the music, I'm not very satisfied. You'll know when you compare the next one. Let's listen to the next one.

Xia Zhe quietly wiped off his cold sweat, returned to his seat, put on a good posture, and played the next song.

The passionate music has always been the same, and the atmosphere in the room is immediately different.

Xia Zhe has a tall and straight body, and strives to show his heroic temperament of unremitting self-improvement, morality on his shoulders, and a heart full of all directions.

This is the suona sound that I finally got out of the tuner this afternoon. My fighting power is soaring! Up!

After hypnotizing himself, Xia Zhe snorted coldly: Of all kinds of musical instruments, the suona is the king. It's either ascending to heaven or worshiping the church!

Leng Qin: ???

When the BGM was at its peak, Xia Zhe rushed over and kicked mercilessly, pointing at the part of the CD that he hadn't figured out yet.

But immediately after, he felt dizzy and was thrown to the ground.

Leng Qin came over and looked down at him: The song is really high-spirited and makes people's blood boil, but I don't feel that your fighting power has increased.

No, it's definitely increased. I haven't hit you. There are only two possibilities.

What?

One is that I have indeed doubled my combat power...

Leng Qin rushed to answer: 0 doubled or 0?

You understand it very well, are you understanding sister? Another possibility is that the buff is added to you.

Seeing Xia Zhe laying on the ground serious nonsense, but unwilling to move, Leng Qin kicked him twice angrily: Stop rambling, get up and continue.

You Come by Prism