"Have you finished listening?"

Sitting half-relied on the table, watching Taeyeon, who was stuck in the swivel chair opposite, take off her monitor headphones, Kim Minshuo handed over a glass of warm water at the right time.

It was just dark, and Luo Yijing had not negotiated with his young agent Zheng Dongmin, and Taeyeon was really just as she said on the phone, and she ran to SW company alone.

God knows how collapsed and heartwarming Kim Minshuo was in his heart when he received a call from the receptionist’s receptionist.

"How is it?" Seeing Taeyeon take the cup with both hands and sip it, Kim Minshuo asked her, "I didn't think you would come so quickly. This arrangement was completed by me just now."

"It's great." Taeyeon said with a smile. Seeing that Kim Minshuo was a little disbelief, she raised her head and stared at Kim Minshuo with bright eyes: "I mean it is serious."

"Although I'm not very good at composing and arranging music, I also know that sometimes the first feeling is really important." Taeyeon, who pointed to her head, looked very playful: "This is what is called inspiration!"

"Haha." Kim Minshuo couldn't help but chuckled softly: "Since that's the case, let's try it in the shed."

"No problem." Trying to stand up from the deep swivel chair, Taeyeon sorted out her slightly messy clothes and asked in a little puzzled manner: "But don't you need to find a producer? It's okay to record the sound engineer."

"No need." While operating various instruments on the workbench, Kim Minshuo touched his nose as if nothing had happened: "I'm from the producer."

"Wow." Taeyeon raised her eyebrows and made a face. She looked very surprised at this, but she wasn't careful that her performance was reflected on the glass in the recording studio and was cleaned by Kim Minshuo.

Walking into the recording studio, closing the door, taking a deep breath, Taeyeon looked at each other through the glass and Kim Minshuo, nodded gently, and brought monitor headphones.

First there was a dead silence, then, the power supply was turned on, and the inaudible electric current sound wandered in the line. In Taeyeon's eyes, Kim Minshuo turned on the microphone.

"check,1,2.check,1,2.How about it, Taeyeon xi, can you hear it clearly?"

"No problem, it's very clear." Taeyeon said, reaching out to make a gesture of ok.

"Then, the first time you practice, start." Without saying much, Kim Minshuo issued the order directly, and pushed it with his hand to start playing the background sound he had already synthesized.

3,2,1. With his fingers stretched out, he compared Taeyeon's gestures. Almost at the same time, Taeyeon's voice and melodious background sounded together.

Jin Minshuo's eyes suddenly widened, his apnea paused for a moment, and his waist, which was originally bent to be operated, unconsciously straightened up.

How to describe it?

There are many female singers with better singing skills than Kim Taeyeon. There are also many female singers with better singing skills than Kim Taeyeon’s ears in the music industry.

However, when the two are combined, combined with Taeyeon's superb live singing skills, it will no longer be a simple one plus one effect.

With the first sentence, Kim Minshuo, who has been doing music for so many years, felt amazing. The previous song was "I Love You". Before, it was "Can You Can You Hear".

Starting from her, Taeyeon's first paragraph has only four sentences. As her voice fell, Kim Minshuo quickly came back to his senses and turned off the accompaniment.

"How is it?" Looking at Kim Minshuo just stared at him foolishly. Taeyeon, who was standing in front of the microphone, was a little nervous: "Where did you make a mistake in playing?"

"Ba, bha." After pursing his lips, Kim Minshuo began to applaud in silence.

"Mo, it's so embarrassing." Seeing his appearance, Taeyeon said a little shyly: "How is it?"

"Uh." With his head tilted, Kim Minshuo tried hard to find a suitable word to describe: "Perfect?"

"Haha." Taeyeon covered her mouth and laughed, and the heart she was holding was finally relieved.

"Keep this." The laughter fell, and facing Taeyeon who walked out of the recording studio, Kim Minshuo encouraged him: "You must remember the tacit understanding that seemed to be blending with the notes just now."

"I have a feeling," his eyes shining brightly: "This collaboration stage will definitely be a big hit."

"I'm so confident in me?" Taeyeon was a little embarrassed by Kim Minshu's praise, and kept covering her mouth and laughing.

"Not confidence!" Because he heard the feeling he really wanted, Kim Minshuo was a little overjoyed, and pinched Taeyeon's shoulder and said, "I didn't expect your performance to be so good!"

"Minsuoxi..." Taeyeon struggled slightly and said with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry, I've lost my composure." Jin Minshuo calmed down a little and quickly let go of his hand and took a step back.

"That," he licked his dry lips with his hair tied up: "I'll go in and record my part."

"Then can I try the recording operation?" Taeyeon's eyes lit up and she asked, "I have never had such an opportunity before, I want to give it a try."

"Okay." Kim Minshuo naturally had no objection: "I'll go in and record the song, please help me watch it, write down any inappropriate places, and tell me after I finish singing."

"No problem, no problem, you can go in with peace of mind." He pushed Kim Minshuo's body into the recording studio. Taeyeon sat in front of the workbench and picked up the shelf. He really thought that was the case.

Although according to the Korean algorithm, Taeyeon is already 27 years old, looking at her unchanged childhood face, Kim Minshuo always has the illusion that her children at home take advantage of their parents' absence to pretend to be adults and can't help but smile on their faces.

"Ahem," Taeyeon reminded, "Kim Minshuoxi? Please be correct, we are about to start recording soon."

"I understand! I understand, Kim Taeyeon producer nim." After being happy to cooperate with him, Kim Minshuo returned to calm his face.

"Yeah, it's very good." Taeyeon nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly got stuck.

"What's wrong?" Jin Minshuo asked quickly.

"Where is the play button?" Taeyeon asked in a low voice, "Your workbench is different from what I've seen before."

"The third button on your right hand." Kim Minshuo pointed and put on his headphones: "Let's start."

The accompaniment continued to play, just in conjunction with the passage that Taeyeon had just finished singing.

With only one breathing break, Kim Minshuo seized the opportunity accurately and inserted his singing voice.

The flames seemed to ignite in his eyes. Because Taeyeon's outstanding and even stunning performance, Kim Minshuo's unyielding energy was also stimulated to explode. He skillfully and smoothly spit out the lyrics of the rap that had already been memorized, and there was only one belief in his heart.

Absolutely, you can't be compared by Taeyeon!
Chapter completed!