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As a popular young master, he had always loved music since childhood. He was not interested in the music he played in his circles. He was obsessed with music and was unable to extricate himself from it.

As for Yan Jin, he had been in the music industry for a long time. He was well aware that some people were born to eat in this industry.

As for him, being able to obtain the title of 'Little Heavenly King' in the shortest amount of time could be said to be impeccable.

Those who played music all relied on their strength to speak. When Song Qinghuan's information came, Xiang Yan had already read it and it was his first time in the recording studio.

He had already prepared for a whole morning's worth of time, but he did not expect Song Qinghuan to be so fast. This recording studio was exclusive to only Yan, and the people in the team were all in the industry, and could be praised by the seniors in his team. It could be said that Song Qinghuan had once again updated her understanding of Yan.

After putting on the headphones for Yan Yan, he heard Song Qinghuan's voice. It was a very clean and relaxed voice. When he closed his eyes, he could not help but relax along with her singing.

This was the charm of Song Qinghuan's voice.

This kind of person was what the netizens called the voice that had been kissed by an angel.

Song Qinghuan walked out of the glass room, bowed to the staff, and thanked him. Her face was blushing, not because she was shy, but because she was excited.

No one knew what Song Qinghuan had experienced in a short hour. To these people, she was a genius and only Song Qinghuan knew how much effort and effort she had put in.

In her previous life, she had entered the recording studio for the first time due to nervousness. Her throat was tight and she could not let it go. She watched through the glass as the smile on the staff members' faces gradually disappeared, making her even more nervous.

One song after another was recorded, but the result was worse than the previous recording.

How many times had she eaten in the recording studio with the whites of her eyes? Song Shuyao, who was standing in front of the stage, used her painstaking efforts to win countless applause.

The songs she wrote, every song she sang, all of her accomplishments were all replaced by Song Shuyao.

Today, she walked into the recording studio once again. This time, all the glory would belong to her.

Song Qinghuan thought that she had already mentally prepared herself before coming here. The moment she put on her earphones, she was still unable to control her beating heart.

Therefore, for the first time, Song Qinghuan's voice trembled a little. The second time, she had completely let go of her voice and allowed herself to completely immerse herself in the music to enjoy it.

Her lazy and contented attitude was passed on to the audience through the song. Music that could move people's hearts would be hard to find even if one didn't want to.

Putting down his earphones, he looked at Song Qinghuan with disdain. He extended an invitation to Song Qinghuan.

On the way back, Xu Ningzhou had already explained it clearly to Song Qinghuan. Song Qinghuan also knew that Xu Ningzhou had some work matters to attend to, so she didn't refuse and followed him into his workshop.

In addition to the musical instruments, there were many manuscripts scattered all over the place. It was a very casual environment, and it did not give people any sense of constraint.

"Are you interested in my new album?" When Xiang Yan saw Song Qinghuan sitting on the couch, he picked up the manuscripts that were scattered across the floor. Then, he took out a few of the ones that he had marked and passed them to Song Qinghuan.

"Me?" Song Qinghuan took the manuscript from Yan with some surprise. It contained a few pieces of music written by Yan himself.

He sat cross-legged on the floor and picked up a handful of bass. He fiddled with the strings in his hands, and for the sake of the mirror, he dyed his hair a dark gray. The young man slightly lowered his head, and his bony fingers fiddled with the strings, and the music began to play: "I want to be the sound of the Chinese wind."

The song was very cheerful, and Xiang Yan was like a treasure giver. He even took the tablet from the floor, opened his music production software, and pressed the play button.

It was the sound of an ancient zither, combined with the sound of electricity. Upon hearing it, one would want to shake their legs.

Seeing that Song Qinghuan was just looking at her melody without saying a word, she looked at Yan with one hand on her cheek and said: "I've heard your zither before, it's the sound I want."

While reading the score, Song Qinghuan had already filtered the melody in her mind. Relying on her four years' worth of memories, Song Qinghuan knew that in the future, she would create a unique music kingdom of her own.

"Can I try the tune?" When she looked up again, Song Qinghuan's peach blossom eyes were curved like crescent moons, and her hands were itching.

He gave Yan a generous wave of his hand. "Sure."

Thus, the two of them started sparring on the musical instrument. After the song ended, Yan took the initiative to provide Song Qinghuan with another musical instrument.

This live version of musical instruments is more satisfying than the sound effects synthesized using web software.

Because the new product had gone public, the project manager, Xu Ningzhou, had been busy for more than a month. Judging from the amount of downloads, the game company had already left the game company for the same period of time.

At the end of the meeting, the members responsible for this new game all began to shout for the Boss to be squeezed. Xu Ningzhou pointed to the information in his hands and said, "You guys can pick any one of them, and then the entire party will be on vacation for half a month."

Amidst everyone's cheers, Xu Ningzhou leisurely said, "Pay up."

"Thank you, Boss!"

"Boss is mighty!"

"Wah!" "Boss, you're my god!"

"Boss, can you promise me your life?"

Xu Ningzhou walked out of the meeting room without looking back and said, "No."

"Tsk tsk, the Boss is so cold!"

"Assistant Zhang, come, come. Let's discuss where should we go tonight?"

Thus, the group of people's eyes lit up as they looked at Xu Ningzhou's assistant, like wolves that had starved for ten days to half a month. Assistant Zhang's small and skinny body quickly submerged into the crowd.

Meanwhile, his Boss had already taken the car keys and was heading towards the underground parking lot.

Xu Ningzhou looked at the time. It was 11 AM already, and he had already booked a place to call Song Qinghuan. He was worried that Song Qinghuan was still in the recording studio, so he drove to Huan Yu.

When Xu Ningzhou arrived at the 16th floor, he was led by Assistant Yan to Xiang Yan's production room. He pushed open the door and saw two people who had gone crazy from playing around.

Calling them crazy was a compliment to these two.

Song Qinghuan had already taken off her beige coat long ago. Her sweater was rolled up and her white arms that were like lotus roots held a drum stick as she sat behind the drum.

In order to make a difference, he even found his own keyboard player and a pianist.

On the other hand, the BGM was made of pure zither music, which was emitted from the Bluetooth speaker on Song Qinghuan's cell phone.

The dimples on her cheeks were deep, and the small drum stick in her hand seemed to have been given life. She inadvertently raised her head and happened to meet Xu Ningzhou's gaze as she walked in.