Chapter 77 Personal Assistant
On the way, Zuo Lanling asked, "Teacher Lin, when exactly will we have the audition? I'll go back and prepare in advance."
"No need to prepare deliberately." Lin Shiyi calculated the time and replied, "The day after tomorrow, I should rest for two days."
What rest? I want to play games at home for two days!
"Damn, Teacher Lin has written so many songs in a row, it's time to take a break." Zuo Lanling was overjoyed.
Today is the happiest moment for him this year.
He was already discouraged because he was not chosen by Teacher Lin in the previous two times.
At this moment, his heart felt warm, as if he remembered his father in his hometown...
After returning to the company, Lin Shiyi immediately heard about the quarrel between Guan and Bian Miaomiao.
That scene was comparable to a world war.
Finally, Bloom defeated Chuangying with a crushing victory!
"Don't care, aren't you afraid that Bian Miaomiao will be hospitalized due to anger?" Lin Shiyi smiled bitterly.
"It's her own fault." Song Yuguan laughed indulgently, obviously venting all his anger.
"So, who cares, do you feel good about arguing with me?" Lin Shiyi smiled. Just by looking at the posts and comments where they were arguing with each other, he had a strong desire to slap them in the face.
"It feels great, of course it feels great!" It was a rare sight for Song Lanlan to see such a relieved expression on that face.
"Will Bian Miaomiao still be on the charts next month?" This was the only thing Lin Shiyi wanted to know.
"I don't know what she said yesterday, but I scolded her today. She will definitely make it to the charts next month, and she must make it to the charts."
Song Lanlan said affirmatively: "The more this happens, the more I want to make that singer named Zhang Shishi the queen of singing before the Battle of the Gods."
"That's it." Lin Shiyi's tone was relaxed.
"Huh?" Seeing his relaxed expression, Song Lanlan was startled: "Xiao Linzi, you don't want to continue to compete on the charts, do you? Have you forgotten about next year's music festival?"
"Both competing on the charts and preparing for the competition are possible."
For some reason, a resolute expression suddenly flashed across Lin Shiyi's face: "As long as I can write songs for one more day, Bian Miaomiao will never be able to become a god."
This is the price Bian Miaomiao paid for maliciously hyping and leading the trend on Lin Shiyi.
For a long time in the future, perhaps, under Lin Shiyi's rule, Bian Miaomiao will have a shadow deep in her heart.
Seeing this expression, Song Lanlan was moved.
Especially when he heard 㳔's words, don't even think about becoming a god, a tear rolled out of his eyes.
"Xiao Linzi...thank you."
A blush appeared on Song Lanlan's face, and she suddenly came closer, and with a hint of fragrance, she kissed Lin Shiyi on the left cheek.
A few seconds later, Song Lanlan shyly ran back to her office, leaving Lin Shiyi with a confused look on his face.
"Who am I? Where am I?"
When Lin Shiyi was still on Earth, he was an iron loser.
Now being forcefully kissed by a 26-year-old aunt, my heart suddenly blossomed with joy.
"What's going on?"
After a few minutes, Lin Shiyi finally figured out what was going on: "Could it be that the manager thought that I read their posts about each other and that I was helping her suppress Bian Miaomiao?"
"Fuck, that's not what I meant. Just listen to my explanation!"
A few hours later, Lin Shiyi sat in front of the computer, staring outside the office, rubbing his left cheek from time to time and smiling foolishly.
"You know what, she's quite feminine, dressed smartly, calm and reserved, she has the charm of a strong career woman..."
"Teacher Lin?"
Yang Fan stood outside the door and asked in confusion: "I knocked on the door for a long time, but I kept seeing you grinning. Have you not had any rest recently?"
"No." Lin Shiyi immediately returned to his original posture and asked with a smile: "Teacher Yang Fan, what's the matter?"
"Well, my cousin from the village brought me some tea, and I thought I'd give you some."
Yang Fan put a box of tea on the bookshelf, smiling, and a kind of joy from the bottom of his heart overflowed.
"Teacher Yang Fan, is there anything I can help you with?" Lin Shiyi knew very well that one should not accept favors without permission, so he thought that it should be some advice on poetry.
Generally, composers have the ability to arrange music, and their only shortcoming is writing lyrics.
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