Love Fox Yusheng

Hu Yusheng entered human society after he was an adult, lacking in common sense, he blinked, "Try to ask Tu Jingyuan, too soon?"

Tu Jingyuan knocked on his forehead, "This is the world record speed for humans to run a 400-meter race! No one can last more than ten minutes. You often take a car. What is the speed of more than 30 kilometers per hour?"

This is the reason why the Yaozu always put the same clan in the secular world when they were young. Some precautions are too troublesome to learn when they grow up.

Hu Yusheng was embarrassed, "I didn't try my best, so what, what is the running speed of an average person?"

Tu Jingyuan erased the records on this specially made treadmill, thought for a while, and sighed, "Don't exercise in crowded places in the future, even if you slow down and run like ordinary people, you won't sweat at all. , not blushing or panting, it’s always not right, and it won’t last long for you to pretend. Go to the gym to observe other people’s exercise status when you have time, just know it in your heart.”

Hu Yusheng frowned at the beautiful woman, even if she was a female ghost, she couldn't help but feel guilty, "As long as you remind me, I will definitely not make mistakes, so it seems that there is dancing in my training course, do I have to take separate lessons? "

"I'll ask Mr. Lang to arrange a fellow of your clan for you. There are always many people in your clan who are good at this." Tu Jingyuan waved her hand, "Okay, I have other things in the afternoon, you go back, the old wolf said that your recent The main task is to learn."

Hu Yusheng also wanted to take a look around Langyue's building, "You are busy, you are busy, I am familiar with the familiar environment, and I will return after lunch."

Tu Jingyuan left with peace of mind. For an adult monster, the whole world is very safe for him.

Hu Yusheng got acquainted with the people in the styling and clothing department yesterday, but he still couldn't tell the English names of a group of handsome men and women who were dressed in individual styles. He was caught by someone named Linda when he walked halfway.

The beautiful woman in [-]cm high heels waved to him from afar, "Yusheng, come and help my sister be a model~"

Yusheng's back tightened, and he laughed dryly, "Then what, sister, I have to see a teacher."

The beauty pouted, "Oh, what a pity, that won't delay you, go quickly."

"Yeah, if I finish my work early, I will go to help you." Hu Yusheng waved his hand and fled quickly, dodging left and right and changing floors. The practice room was still in full swing. He went straight into the recording studio.

When he was an assistant at Yingyi, Lin Han also recorded saliva songs, and Hu Yusheng went in to deliver water twice, so he probably remembered how to use mic.

It was rare that he didn't have time in the afternoon, so he took out his mobile phone and decided to record a singing video for himself to coax the two little guys back at night. If he sang well, he could also show off to Lang Qingfeng.

For some reason, he felt that he should be very good at singing.

First, he searched for a few nursery rhymes on the Internet, and he learned them after singing them twice. Then he set up his mobile phone and recorded them singing a cappella.

Singing and singing, the feeling came, I don’t know when to start humming according to my mood, this feeling is very mysterious, standing at the moment humming in the dimly lit recording studio, but it feels like standing under the building trees and singing to the pine forest emptiness and loneliness.

With his eyes closed, he didn't know that the air in the small recording studio was eddying, the speakers were not turned on, but the sound was coming out, the keyboard and guitar strings were humming, and they exploded against the large glass of the tuner's cubicle. A crack.

Outside the thick sound-proof wooden door, the singer Huo Ran who came to record the song today comforted the producer with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, I have free time for the next two weeks, and the lockpicker will be here soon, so there is no delay."

Producer Rossi is well-known in the industry for his excellence in work, and he has no patience for other things. He said, "Yeah, it's only an hour late!" Impatiently asked the assistant, "Go to the administrative office and ask, who dared to lock the recording studio I made an appointment with?"

The assistant nodded and bowed to him, turned around and called the administrative director directly, "Our teacher Luo's time is so rare, is it easy for Huo Ran to make time? Every minute and every second is a big deal. Who made the appointment?"

The chief administrative officer had a head full, softened his voice and apologized, and swept his eyes around the office like a knife, wishing he could immediately catch the person who made the mistake and kill him.

Companies in the entertainment industry serve all kinds of "artists". There are always some self-reliant talents who want to do something special. As long as they can bring profits to the company, even if their attitude towards people is like a slave owner's attitude towards slaves, he has to be paid for. watching them.

Hu Yusheng is immersed in singing and cannot extricate himself, or this is a mysterious state, his singing is the cultivation of others.

Since waking up from a deep sleep, the demon power that has been quiet and non-existent has been circulating rapidly in the body, the blood is surging, and there are thousands of words in his chest, which he wants to say and radiate.

The singing became softer and softer, like the wind drifting away from the rain, but its strength became stronger and stronger. The lamp above the head exploded with a bang, and the glass shards exploded all over the place.

Hu Yusheng was surrounded by a breeze three feet above his body, and the debris circled around him a few times before being thrown out and hitting the surrounding walls.

The heavy soundproof glass was finally overwhelmed, and the cracks spread radially from the center to the surroundings, and soon poured down like fragile thin ice.

At this moment, Lang Qingfeng, who was having a meeting on the top floor of the same building, twitched his brows. There was a demonic aura in the building, very powerful!

Ziyue didn't feel it, but saw him frown, and looked at the content on the projection carefully again in doubt, what went wrong?

The project team leader's report had just begun. Five minutes after the intermission, Lang Qingfeng tapped the table, "Sorry, there is an emergency, the report is suspended, and it will resume in half an hour. Ziyue came out with me."

Everyone in the meeting room looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything. The project team leader who was reporting carefully looked at him without any unhappy expression, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I can organize my thoughts for another half an hour. The leader is busy."

Ziyue stood up and pushed his wheelchair out without knowing why, "Boss Lang?"

After leaving the conference room that was too cluttered with people, Lang Qingfeng's sense became clearer. He closed his eyes and carefully discerned the nine floors in the middle of the building.

"Ziyue, check what's going on on the recording studio floor?"

The lock picker struggled for half an hour and couldn't open the door, and finally said that he had to remove the entire door lock. Rossi was furious, and the assistant of the administrative department who scolded him cried and whipped, and sprayed the director of administration with saliva.

At this time, Ziyue's call came, and the administrative director held the phone as if he was holding the savior, "Hello? Allen, ah, something happened, the lock of a recording studio is broken, and now the artists and producers who are waiting for the recording I can’t even get in, I’m in a hurry here.”

That demonic power was too powerful, and it changed quickly and urgently, almost in a state of battle. It was the first time Lang Qingfeng used methods in the crowd.

He made a trick to make himself invisible, asked Ziyue to go down to check the situation, and told him, "Look at the few people present, and try to distract them as much as possible, so that he will forget what happened just now."

Even though he didn't realize it, Ziyue knew how serious the matter that could make Lang Qingfeng relapse, "Do you need to call sister Zixing?"

"Let her help you, I'll take care of the matter." Lang Qingfeng's wheelchair floated up, and went directly down to the ninth floor along a special passage, "I want to see what is rushing Langyue to act wild."

Hu Yusheng felt power, something he should have, the power he had not seen for a long time, the sense of control over his body, as if he could call the wind and the rain as he wanted.

It's just that it's not enough, it's not enough, it's far more than that, I was, I was...

What was it, he frowned, clasped his hands to his forehead, what did I forget?

All the people outside the door who were watching the lockpicker remove the nails of the door lock with a small hand drill suddenly heard a heavy bang.

From inside the door, something hit the thick wooden door.

Rosie jumped up, "Is anyone in there?"

The teary little assistant couldn't react, "Huh?"

"Someone is smashing the door inside!" Rossi kicked the door angrily, judging others by himself, and he felt that the people inside would probably do the same.

Someone deliberately locked the door inside to prevent him from using the studio, and when he was about to open the door, he smashed the door to express his dissatisfaction.

This is one of the best-equipped recording studios in the company, and producers who want to use him have to queue up.

In an instant Rosie was conspiratorial.

Huo Ran has been silent for several years, and has only become popular again in the past year or so. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he hurriedly grabbed him to comfort him, "Although the door is very thick, but there is a communicator. We shouted for a long time just now, and there must be no one. Otherwise, we will go to the Take a break in the small meeting room next door?"

Rossi didn't believe it. He felt that Fang Zhu with the female singer must have tripped him up. If she hired a drunkard to put it in, what would he do?

The anger has already been aroused, and the time has been delayed.

The elevator dinged, and Ziyue came out, "Mr. Luo, I heard that there is a small omission here, what's going on?"

He skipped the administrative director and went to ask Rossi. The other party was very satisfied, and he complained, "Someone inside locked the door, which caused us to be delayed for an hour and a half. The lock was almost removed and we didn't go out."

Seeing that the locksmith was still studying how to unlock the expensive wooden door without harming it, Ziyue stretched out his hand to the side, "It's because of the negligence of the subordinates, why don't you go to the side and take a rest. And Huo Ran, take your people and go together Have an afternoon tea and relax, I guarantee that the recording studio will be ready for use when you adjust your state."