Chapter 17

"Just sing here, right?" Simon looked at the equipment that was a bit like a microphone.

To tell you the truth, Xiaoguai has a lot of professional equipment here. She can't afford the rent. 30% of the reason is them.

Little darling nodded, and Ximen Qing opened his mouth.

"I heard Snow White is running away

Little red riding hood is worried about the wolf

I heard crazy hat likes Alice

The ugly duckling will turn into a white swan

……”

The song she sang is called fairy tale town. The fairy tales quoted in the lyrics are basically from Green's fairy tales 200 years ago, so the two worlds are interlinked.

In another world, this song is composed by Zhu Jun, composed by dark bar, and originally sung by dark bar.

Song is a good song, very good to hear, but it's really popular because of a cover by a female anchor. At the beginning, most of the popular versions on the Internet were female voice versions. Although I heard that the female anchor was "passed away", it has nothing to do with this song.

Simon thought that her voice was so beautiful and her singing was not bad. The effect of singing should be no worse than that of the one.

What if there's a fire?

“……

Let all a long time ago

All come to a happy ending

Moment of

Strange

Ah ~ ~ ah ~ ~ ah~~

Woo ~ ~ woo ~ ~ woo ~ ~ woo ~ ~ woo ~ ~ "

A song sings quickly, a few minutes. Ximen Qing is now a zombie. He has strong control over his breath and voice. There is almost no mistake in singing a song.

When she finished singing and was ready to ask Xiaoguai if she had recorded it, she suddenly found that xiaolori was looking at herself with bright eyes and full of worship.

"What are you doing? Are you okay?"

Little darling shook her head and continued to look at her: "it's so nice."

"You think it's nice to sing," Simon Qing pinched her face with a smile. "Isn't it heaven to match the music?"

Little darling nodded at once.

As a result, Ximen Qing stood up and said, "it's a pity that I can't arrange music and can only sing."

Little darling was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to think of something. He excitedly said to Ximen: "I know a man. She can arrange music."

"Do you want money?"

Little darling thought about it and shook his head.

"Then please." Ximen was very happy. She picked up a late stage without saying, and also gave a free arranger. This wave was just blood earned. She picked up Xiaoguai and rubbed it, so that Xiaoguai also enjoyed a facial cleanser.

After rubbing, Ximen Qing said to Xiaoguai again, "by the way, will you be a virtual character? Can you capture real-life facial movements?"

Little darling thought for a moment, then nodded.

"That's great. I'm going to have that..."

Simon Qing doesn't intend to be a real person, but wants to engage in an artificial intellectual disability like "trip love". Bah, artificial intelligence.

It's something like "faceig" software that can feed back real facial expressions to virtual characters.

Claiming to be AI will also be a good gimmick.

After listening to all her requirements, Xiaoguai said she could do it, which surprised Ximen, who was just holding the idea of trying.

"You're so powerful, why can't you make money?"

"I'm like a pigeon killer. I don't make money by this." Xiaoguai is a very principled killer, although he hasn't killed anyone so far.

Simon Qing smiled and touched her head: "OK, I'll help you pay the rent when you make money another day."

"Oh -" Xiaoguai immediately showed a happy expression, and the tail behind him also showed up and began to swing left and right.

She doesn't need her for the virtual character. After recording, Simon Qing simply goes back to his room to play games.

Xiaoguai opened the communication software and contacted a friend with ID "Shier".

"Yes? I have a song. Can you make up a song for me? [attachment]"

"No problem, boss. Promise to finish the task, boss!"

"Don't call me boss. I'm a killer, not a black club."

"Understand, boss, don't call boss."

……

The next day, Qin Yuyao went downstairs to get ready for work and accidentally caught a glimpse of the painting that song Yunwu had left on the table.

She thought and took the painting with her.

She didn't mean to help song Yunwu contribute, but she now works in the editorial department of a large company, where there are many experienced editors. What she wanted was to find an opportunity to show the manuscript to a good speech editor, take lessons, and come back to tell song Yunwu the editor's opinion.

Although she got some preferential treatment because she was a beautiful woman, she didn't get lazy. Instead, she took the initiative to find work, so she also won the favor of many predecessors.

There seems to be something wrong with the atmosphere in the editorial department today. Qin Yuyao helped print a pile of documents. When he brought them to the office, he heard an editor yelling: "Knock inside! Do you hear me! Knock inside! I told the labor and capital that I would give you the manuscript in three days. As a result, three days later, three days later, three days later. It's almost a month! Tell me honestly, did you go to the bar? Do you believe that the labor and capital will go to your house to lock you up now and give you no painting or food!"

She shook her hand and heard a female editor nearby saying to the phone: "Uh huh, the ung team lost and was in a bad mood. Then they wanted to go out and relax. They accidentally forgot the time... So this is the reason why you delayed the draft? I tell you, if you can't get the draft before the deadline, believe it or not, I'll publish your address to ensure that you can receive a pile of blades every day."

[ok... Great momentum.] she came to work here not long ago. This is the first time that the deadline is approaching. The whole editorial department seems to be a battlefield. Everyone is busy becoming a dog. Even the single dogs who usually like to peek at him have ignored her.

When others are busy, she is naturally more busy as an intern. When she is busy, Qin Yuyao gradually forgets about song Yunwu.

At noon, Qin Yuyao finally made time to eat. She ordered the takeout of the whole editorial department, and she took it downstairs.

Just as she was planing there with a box of braised chicken and rice, a passing editor accidentally brought a thick stack of documents to her desk. Suddenly, things spilled on a pile.

"Oh, sorry!" the editor squatted down to help clean up.

Qin Yuyao also hurriedly put down his lunch box, wiped his hands, squatted down and cleaned up together: "it's okay. Why don't you get busy first? I'll come here myself."

If it were a man, the editor might have left, but Qin Yuyao was a beautiful woman, so the editor shook his head: "where, you go to dinner first and I'll clean it up, so as to save others from saying that my uncle bullies you a little girl. Go, go, go."

Qin Yuyao had no choice but to be pushed back to his seat, and the editor picked up the scattered documents bit by bit.

Suddenly, his hand paused