"You must know that the young man is arrogant and once made the best in the world."

At Xingacang Bar, the music started again, and the singer was singing "Fearless" with a smile.

A group of sisters on the second floor couldn't help but look at her.

If the resident singer knew that the original song he was performing was here, I wonder if he would be ecstatic.

Chen Xiaoyan, who had become the focus, shyly lowered her head.

In a sense, "Fearless" is a song she sang in the future and has nothing to do with her now.

This is a bit like showing off someone else's stuff, and he feels very guilty.

"It seems that our sister Yan is still hot." Someone said with a smile.

"This song "Fearless" is really nice, Xu Lin is too talented."

"Sister Xu Lin...ah, it's a pity."

When everyone talked about "Fearless", they inevitably turned the topic to Xu Lin, and then sighed a little.

That was a true generation of talented women, with wild thoughts and elegant writing styles, and is recognized as a representative of the new generation of lyricists in the circle.

Many people present have worked with it, and all of them highly recognize it.

It is a bit sad to mention it at this time.

After a burst of silence and sigh, everyone started chatting again, and the topic was naturally connected to the lyrics and composition.

Although most singers are present, there are several musicians, so there are endless things to say when talking.

There are also some contestants with little status who take this opportunity to get in touch with several famous music producers in an attempt to find opportunities to cooperate with one or two in the future.

"Just talking about lyrics and music, I think there is someone who is very powerful." When the conversation started, a musician suddenly said mysteriously.

"Who? Can Angkor even comment like this?" A group of people looked at the man curiously.

Even An Xinci, who was not far away, quietly raised his ears and heard them.

This "Angkor" is no better than others. He has been in the industry for 18 years and has played music almost like a flower. He has a high status in the circle and speaks very heavily.

It took a lot of effort to invite him to participate in the show, so at this moment, he spoke up as if he was suspense, and everyone immediately became curious.

"Hehe, this person is far away in the sky and close to him."

Angkor's mouth was filled with a smile that was drunk on me, and he shook his head, and with a sour spirit of a middle-aged literary youth, he walked up to Gu Qing with a glass of wine: "Little brother, let's meet me?"

Gu Qing was stunned and looked up at the middle-aged man in front of him.

You just chat, why do you put the topic on me?

As a person who is not very good at socializing, he always feels that making new friends is like encountering new NPCs while playing games, which will trigger new plots in the future, which is very troublesome.

And the old man came up and praised him violently, as if he was praising him.

For some reason, Gu Qing had made up the clichéd and bloody pretentious slap routines in many urban novels.

If there is a protagonist in this world, it seems that it makes sense as the system owner?

I don’t know if it was because of my nervousness that Gu Qing said hello, and at the same time observed the other party with a little caution.

Then he found that... the other party's expression was extremely sincere.

That is the gaze that you will only have when you really want to make new friends.

If he mistakenly thought to be praised by him before, it would be more like a polite compliment between friends.

OK, it seems that I am really thinking too much.

If you think about it carefully, there are not so many villains in the real world? They are really good at being versatile, and they wish everyone would owe him a favor.

And those villains who want to cheat you cannot show it blatantly, and even after being stabbed by the insult, they don’t know who smashed the stone.

"I'm really a little nervous."

I don’t know why there were so many messy thoughts, Gu Qing smiled self-deprecatingly, determined to read less online novels in the future.

Then he picked up the wine glass and touched Angkor for a while, and the two of them had officially met.

Angkor's original name was Wu Qi'an. He was called Anzai by people in the circle, but now he is Angkor. I wonder if he will evolve into An Ye or Wu in the future.

Gu Qing found it a bit difficult because Wu Qian's works have never made any breakthroughs in recent years, and his level should be at its peak.

"I was really amazed by the lyrics and music of my little brother. I don't know where it was before? Why have I never heard it?"

Wu Qi'an's speech was so erotic that Gu Qing always felt that this person's painting style was incompatible with the background at this moment.

And this question is tricky enough, because Gu Qing doesn't know where he was doing it before.

"Well... I am mainly responsible for the treatment of old household objects and dirt, as well as daily education for infants and young children, and providing physiological happiness for high-quality human women..."

"What's that job?" Wu Qian was stunned.

"Just eat soft food."

Gu Qing said in his heart, and waved his hand on the surface: "It's not important, it's not important..."

"Hi! My little brother may have misunderstood. I just saw that your lyrics and music level is not inferior to Xu Lin, but I am unknown in the circle, so I asked this question." Wu Qian mistakenly thought it was Gu Qing who was unwilling to say it, so he hurriedly explained.

"Uncle, don't think that my husband is not famous now, he will definitely be particularly famous in the future!"

Shen Xiaoyan, whose face was red, heard the conversation between the two clearly, and suddenly raised her arm and shouted.

Everyone on the table who was focused on listening to the conversation was happy. Lai Xiaoqi supported her and said, "How can you have more fun when you drink cowards?"

"I didn't have much! My husband wrote the song "Thieves Six"! One song can be written in a few minutes!"

Shen Xiaoyan was afraid that everyone would not believe it, so she patted her chest and said loudly.

"Next time you go to the child's table." An Xinci Heng glanced at her.

How many minutes to write a song?

A robot?

Everyone regarded this as Shen Xiaoyan's drunken words and did not take them seriously.

Gu Qing didn't care at all how outrageous the tiger women were for him to blow it out, and focused all on the three words "my husband".

He knows Shen Xiaoyan. When he is drunk, he will most likely forget about acting in front of others. He usually calls his real name "Gu Qing".

But this time I blurted out "my husband". What does this mean?

Gu Qing thought for a moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise wildly.

"Young brother can really write a song in a few minutes?"

Wu Qi'an put his head over at this time and asked with his eyes shiny.

Unlike others who treat it as jokes, he has been in the industry for a long time and has rich experience. He has indeed met someone with extraordinary talent.

There was once a singer who wrote a golden song for another singer in front of him in ten minutes, and now that person is the best-selling king who is popular all over Asia.

Unfortunately, Wu Qian was still very young and arrogant at that time. He did not hug the man's thighs, and now he has long since left contact.

The two of them are no longer in the same world. He is still scrambling to live in the domestic entertainment and music industry, but they are on the international path.

It is precisely because of this that he is very interested in whether Gu Qing can really write songs quickly, which will prove to a great extent how high a person's creative talent is. If it is true, then he will hold this thigh and Jesus will not be able to stop him!

Everyone around heard Wu Qian asking so seriously, and they stopped laughing.

It won't...is it true?

A group of people held their breath and looked at Gu Qing.

Gu Qing was stared at by his eyes, his face remained unchanged, and he responded to "Fake it."

“…”

Headed by Zhang Xueyi, everyone was ready to roll their eyes.

"No, it's true! I'll give it to you!"

Before he could finish rolling his eyes, another sound of flat and curling tongue sounded.
Chapter completed!