"This is the second time you've said you like me."
After Jiang Xinhai finished speaking, Chen Ya was slightly stunned:
"ah?"
"Third time is better than last time. If you say it again, I will think you are serious." Jiang Xinhai stood up. She had regained her composure and elegantly smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes.
"Do you understand?"
Chen Ya nodded dully and said, "I understand. I won't dare to say it again in the future."
"Humph." Jiang Xinhai turned his head as if he had won. "Get it? Don't think you can just say whatever you want to me. I have plenty of ways to deal with you."
Her expression showed a smug look.
But she also felt a little regretful.
…
The two of them rehearsed the song until late at night.
This time the song had a very high pitch, so Jiang Xinhai didn't sing it very smoothly.
It’s not that she can’t sing high notes, but because she is always scolded by Chen Ya because of her pronunciation.
Chen Ya told her that the way she used her voice was exhausting.
If she doesn't change, her voice will be ruined when she gets older.
"Even if God feeds you, you can't use it like this!"
As Jiang Xinhai was scolded more and more, he became irritable, but Chen Ya refused to coax him this time.
By eleven or twelve o'clock, both of them were exhausted from tormenting each other. They looked at the time and realized that it was not that their level had dropped, but that they were just tired.
"Let's practice tomorrow." Chen Ya yawned, stood up and packed his things.
Jiang Xinhai carried a handbag and rushed straight into his bedroom.
"what?"
"Put your clothes there," Jiang Xinhai said matter-of-factly, "I'll be staying here from now on."
“???”
Chen Ya was shocked and wondered how she could make such a change.
"Why are you looking at me?" Jiang Xinhai glared back at him. "It's not like I didn't sleep here yesterday. It's the same if I slept here for one day or two days. Is that weird?"
Chen Ya shook his head, then nodded: "Whatever you want. But, I want to sleep in the bed today."
"???" Jiang Xinhai's eyes widened, "Why?!"
"Do you know how uncomfortable this sofa is for your waist?"
"You know it's uncomfortable, but you still told me to sleep?"
"I'm not a gentleman."
“But I rented this place!”
...After a lot of arguing, the two finally reached a consensus: let Jiang Xinhai sleep on the bed.
After all, she is the financial sponsor.
The next day, Chen Ya bought a camp bed and placed it behind the sofa, spreading it out to sleep on at night.
Of course, it was Xinhai’s money.
…
Since that day, Jiang Xinhai has actually been living with Chen Ya.
She stays here every night and only goes back to the dormitory when she needs to pack her things.
She put on a full show and even brought all the sheets and bedding from the dormitory.
After this happened, the voices on the forum gradually disappeared.
If people say you're sleeping out, you'd better actually be sleeping out every day.
However, no one came out to apologize for the previous outrageous ridicule.
As the exam approaches, Jiang Xinhai becomes increasingly busy.
On the one hand, she was busy with her studies, and on the other hand, as the number of songs she practiced increased, her burden became heavier.
Now, Jinshengzi lozenges have become her regular medicine. She puts one in her mouth every day during class and never says a word during or after class. People sitting next to her can smell the wonderful fragrance of Jinshengzi lozenges.
Her mother also called her once or twice, repeatedly telling her not to fall in love, and introduced her to many celebrities in the entertainment industry, wanting to arrange for them to meet and have dinner together, but Jiang Xinhai declined all of them on the grounds of heavy academic workload.
It wasn't until the third week after they met that they finally took a crucial step: preparing to record a demo of a song.
According to Chen Ya, he wanted to use it to solicit sponsorship and request support from the company.
Having a sample of the finished product will be more convincing to the company's top management.
Recording songs was a very novel experience for Jiang Xinhai. In a professional recording studio, he sang casually according to his usual performance, which made the company's producer open his eyes wide.
"Chen Ya, I'm really impressed by you," the producer said, his voice agape. "How did you notice that Jiang Xinhai had this kind of talent?"
Chen Ya smiled but said nothing.
When Jiang Xinhai came out, he gave Jiang Xinhai a thumbs up and said:
"Xinhai, you're amazing! Your talent in singing is even greater than your talent in acting!"
Jiang Xinhai raised his head with an expression that said "Of course".
Afterwards, Chen Ya went to discuss cooperation, and she sat in the company's reception room and began a long wait.
Chen Ya's negotiation was more difficult than expected. After waiting for half an hour without seeing any sign of the other party, even Jiang Xinhai became a little impatient.
There were footsteps at the door. She looked up and saw that the person coming in was not Chen Ya, but a man with greasy hair and powdered face.
The man said with a cheerful face, "Ms. Jiang, nice to meet you. Let me introduce myself. I'm Li Yalin, a producer from Xingtu Company. I produced the recently popular albums "Tonight's Love" and "Fisherman's Song."
He stretched out his hand, holding it in the air, but Jiang Xinhai had no intention of shaking it. He just sat up straight and nodded stiffly.
Li Yalin withdrew his hand in disappointment, sat down next to Jiang Xinhai, and said:
"Ms. Jiang, do you want to release an album? Why, do you like singing?"
"like."
"Do you prefer singing to filming TV dramas?"
"Um."
Jiang Xinhai was not active in the conversation because she was not in the mood and she felt that it was all nonsense.
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