I may have a fake CP

Because Hang Junsheng told you not to wear clothes that are too nice, even though Qiao Ji took off the big ugly black down jacket, he was only wearing an ordinary dark gray sweater and a pair of jeans underneath. At first glance, the bright stars seem to pale in comparison.

He watched Han Yun bickering with Deng Feizhen, which was brought up on him, and he was a little dazed for a moment, not knowing whether he should speak or not.But it was Hang Junsheng who said first: "Qiao Ji is my junior, I asked him to help me."

Han Yun is indeed a slick person. After hearing Hang Junsheng's words, he knew that Qiao Ji was not the kind of tea pourer who could flirt casually, so he turned around and said to him with a smile: "Mr. Qiao, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." .”

"Uh..." Qiao Ji shook his hand to express that he didn't mind, "I'm fine, don't call me Mr. Qiao, just Xiao Qiao."

"Little Qiao?" Deng Feizhen sneered, "I return Zhou Yu."

Han Yun didn't quarrel with him this time, and directly ordered: "Deng Feizhen, shut up. Teacher Hang," he turned to Hang Junsheng, "give us 10 minutes to prepare, and we can start right away."

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The 10 minutes that Han Yun said actually took 10 minutes, and the main time was spent on Han Yun's "education" of Deng Feizhen. After 10 minutes, all MIST members were in high spirits—except for the dejected Deng Feizhen— Meaning: They are ready and ready to start.

After the recording started, Qiao Ji's job was mainly to assist Hang Junsheng from the sidelines. However, during the recording, Hang Junsheng was used to doing everything by himself, so there were not many places where Qiao Ji could be useful.So he was finally free for a while, secretly observing the recording of the popular idol boy group "MIST".

It turns out that singing in the recording studio is like this... Qiao Ji looked at Deng Feizhen who was screaming desperately in the recording studio for a while, and then looked at Hang Junsheng sitting in front of the mixing console, with his fingers flying, quickly adjusting one after another. an effect.There is also the main monitor speaker in front of him. He doesn't know what brand it is, but at a glance, it looks like two big round eyes, cute and funny.

During the intermission, Hang Junsheng saw Qiao Ji's engrossed look as soon as he turned his head, and suddenly asked, "How do you feel?"

Qiao Ji was confused by the question, but she still thought about it seriously before answering: "I just feel... so singing can be so fun."

"Is it fun?" Hang Junsheng smiled.

Qiao Ji was stunned by the deep gaze from the judges of the Golden Melody Awards, pointed at Deng Feizhen and said, "He, he is quite funny."

Deng Feizhen couldn't hear their conversation inside, and said, "Little Qiao, what are you talking about me?!"

Han Yun slapped him on the head: "Did you call Xiao Qiao?"

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The life of an assistant in the recording studio is far busier than Qiao Ji imagined.The working hours are not very early, as long as you can arrive at nine o'clock, but the itinerary of the big stars who come to record is not so sure. In addition, Hang Junsheng has high standards and strict requirements on the quality of the records, and often they record until late at night. .The celebrities still have nanny cars to pick them up, so Qiao Ji can only step on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and then take a taxi back.

Only then did he know that what those diamond bosses said about "obsessed with career and missed opportunities for love" was not a lie. He arrived home after midnight almost every day, and when he threw himself on the bed, he felt that his bones were about to fall apart, and he couldn't even lift a finger. Don't even think about romance.

It's just that the dream soul is used to being unrestrained, and walks across the Xie bridge again, until the sun shines on the face of a new day, and then carefully collects the subtle tenderness in the dream, turning it into the motivation to work hard for another day .

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Recently, RSS is mainly responsible for the new album of "MIST". Therefore, Qiao Ji still has the highest chance of meeting Han Yun and the others. After a long time, they gradually become familiar with each other.

In the sprint period of album production, RSS has almost become the main position where the members of "MIST" are stationed, and they are soaked in the recording studio when they have nothing to do.For example, now, when the two members were practicing preparations over there, Deng Feizhen was sitting on the side holding a notebook, frowning deeply, muttering.

It was only when he got close that he could hear him reading a paragraph of English, but the reading was stumbling and incoherent. It sounded like "Chinglish" at first glance, and it was still the kind that could not pass CET-[-].It turned out that "MIST" accepted the endorsement of a big international brand, and each member had to speak a high-end advertisement in English, highlighting the high-end style of the luxury brand.

Deng Feizhen was too lazy to practice at first, but now that the commercial is about to start shooting, he has no choice but to cram.

Han Yun said to him next to him: "I have told you to practice hard, and you have been procrastinating until now. With such a heavy dialect accent, when the video comes out, the whole 'MIST' will be ridiculed by the crowd!"

Deng Feizhen spoke eloquently: "We are the ambassadors of China, why do we have to speak such a string of English in commercials? It's not patriotic at all, okay?"

"Okay, you are patriotic." Han Yun stretched out his hand, "You spit out the 3000 million endorsement fee first."

Deng Feizhen said angrily: "The 3000 million yuan is not mine alone!"

Han Yun: "You are the only one who speaks English with the taste of the Northeast!"

Deng Feizhen said: "I don't vomit! We are stars, not teachers. I just don't like to study so I came to the showbiz! Why do you require me to have a fluent English accent?" He looked around and found A new target of dumping pot, grabbed the corner of Qiao Ji who was passing by, "Like Qiao Ji, he only needs to know how to pour tea. Who would ask him to be proficient in several languages? Isn't this nonsense!"

Qiao Ji lay innocently on the gun again, he said helplessly, "Get up, I have something to do, Teacher Hang is looking for me."

After a long time, he also followed Han Yun and the others, and began to call Hang Junsheng "Teacher Hang".

Deng Feizhen persisted: "Just do what you should do. Qiao Ji only needs to know how to run errands and pour tea. Why do I have to recite this broken English?"

"Qiao Ji, then read it to him."

——Hang Junsheng was downstairs waiting for Qiao Ji to come to help, waiting left and right for Qiao Ji not to come, he did not know when he came up by himself, standing at the stairs on the second floor, and said with his hands behind his back.

Qiao Ji looked at his wrinkled clothes, sighed, and said, "Oh."

Deng Feizhen looked at Hang Junsheng, then at Qiao Ji, not sure if the meaning in Hang Junsheng's words was the one he understood, but his eyes were indeed rounded, which contrasted with his two big "black eye circles" , seems particularly joyful.

Qiao Ji glanced at him lightly, took the diary from his hand, scanned the contents for a few seconds, and then spoke.

Authentic and fluent enough to be called a skilled American accent.All in one go.

Qiao Ji stuffed the notebook back into the hands of Deng Feizhen, whose mouth was opened into an "O", and told him with a smile amidst Han Yun's belly laugh beside him: "Young tea pourer also needs to be proficient in both Chinese and English."

Hang Junsheng said: "Come over and help after reading."

Qiao Ji pulled Deng Feizhen's paw down, answered, and followed him downstairs.

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Hang Junsheng was on the side of the hanging wire wall before, and after Qiao Ji passed by, the two began to sort out the complicated equipment together.

"How many years have you been abroad?"

Hang Junsheng asked suddenly.

Qiao Ji paused for a moment, thought for a while and said, "Four years, at the age of 15."

"He returned to China at nineteen? You must have only finished half of your studies in college, right?"

"Ah."

"Why didn't you finish reading?"

"Just... I'm not interested in my major, I'm always bullied, and I don't have a sense of belonging... I've always been homesick."

"Do you regret it?"

Qiao Ji seemed to have remembered something, a smile appeared on his lips, and he shook his head: "No."

It took Hang Junsheng a long time before he sighed, and said: "Old Qiao was too hard-hearted at that time... But he must have thought of giving you the best education when he sent you abroad, so you Don't blame him too much..."

"...I know." Qiao Ji smiled and said, "It's also thanks to Uncle that I have the opportunity to show off in front of the stars like I did just now. It's so cool, haha."

Hang Junsheng also laughed: "Sister Xu also said that you are a good boy... But singing on the Internet is not good. I have seen some wild ways, reorganizing good songs randomly, and filling in some messy ones. Words, it makes people angry when they read it!"

Qiao Ji also knows that this kind of phenomenon does exist in the circle, although it is a minority, it can't be blamed for Hang Junsheng's prejudice against online cover songs as a whole.He touched his nose and said, "There are good and bad... Uncle Hang, if I, now want to improve my singing skills, where do you think I should start?"

Hang Junsheng pondered for a moment, then asked him, "Do you want to try in the recording studio?"

Qiao Ji's eyes suddenly lit up.

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It was the first time for Qiao Ji to stand in the recording studio, and the light shone faintly and hauntingly on his face. The space was airtight, and his voice could be perfectly recorded to the greatest extent.

I recalled what Hang Junsheng said in my mind:

[Music expresses human emotions. 】

【Music can shape the scenery. 】

[No one is tone-deaf. 】

The silence around him was like a long night, and he suddenly realized that he was revealing everything to the auditory world, like a butterfly about to jump on a spider's web.

In order to break through the predicament, it is worth paying more.

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After two months, when "The Hill" in the online singing circle announced the live broadcast on Weibo again, thousands of eager fans exploded in the comments——

【Zhiqiu: It’s been a long time since I’ve broadcast live. Tonight at [-] o’clock, I’ll play on the beep station for a while. If you’re interested, you can come [erha]]

"Hold the grass! Is it my eyesight! Qiuqiu posted on Weibo!"

"Ah, Qiuqiu, I miss you so much!"

"Grandma, the up master you follow has posted on Weibo!!!"

"Although I heard from Sister Siwan that you are not free because you are too busy in the third dimension, but I have been worried that you have been framed too much, so I have to stop qaq. Fortunately, I am not, I want to go down and run around !"

"Come, come, come! Beep is waiting for you in the live broadcast room in the wind and rain! [流泪] [流泪]"

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After finally finishing the production of the new "MIST" album, Qiao Ji, who was finally able to relax, was happily scrolling through Weibo, when a new comment popped up suddenly, which made his smile freeze on his lips:

"Qiuqiu, it's great to see this news, do you still remember what you promised us, do you want to show your face in the next live broadcast? [doge]"

... Does it make sense for him to say that he has amnesia now? !