As Xinhai was telling this long-lost story, the expressions of the audience in the live broadcast room changed from calm to confusion to madness.
"Oh my god! Is 'Heart Too Soft' also a work by Chi Chi?"
"My dad plays the songs 'Heart Too Soft' and 'Forget Love Water' every day. I never noticed before, but they were actually written by Chi Chi..."
"Didn't you notice? 'Red Bean,' 'Because of Love,' and 'Legend' are all from the same album!"
"The one in front, you must be very young, right? There are even more amazing things in this album. If you knew about it, you would be shocked..."
"Otherwise, why do people say that Jiang Xinhai reached the pinnacle of his career right after his debut? His masterpiece has completely overwhelmed the Chinese music scene."
"I thought the idea of a pop queen being like a rice-cooking immortal was just hype, but now it seems...hiss—it's just terrifying."
Xiao Chuchu flipped through the notebook in her hand and said:
"I remember you said before that you and Chi Chi made this album in three months while preparing for the exam?"
Jiang Xinhai nodded: "Yeah."
"I don't know much about music production, is this even possible?"
Jiang Xinhai shrugged: "Actually, I don't know much about music production. Chi Chi always finishes an album in a few months, and I'm just responsible for singing."
Her face was full of the expression "I am the queen, so what if I show off? I have my own ruler anyway", and everyone was speechless for a while.
So, everyone else's attention turned to Xu Xiangxiao.
Xu Xiangxiao said, "Normally, music production shouldn't be this fast. However, Tianya and I were even faster. We finished the 'Qilixiang' album in just two months, even though it was very tiring..."
There was a person sitting next to Qin Yaoyang in the box on the second floor, drinking tea from a cup. When he heard her words, he spit out tea with a "puff".
Wang Feng, who was sitting at the side of the long table, smiled awkwardly, and finally said slowly:
"Most of us musicians take one or two years to polish an album. Sometimes, it's not uncommon to spend ten years on it. Someone who does it that quickly is a special case..."
Jiang Xinhai turned around and asked him, "Really? But Xiangxiao and I are both this fast."
"You two are special cases."
Xiao Chuchu continued, "I'm curious about how much Chi Chi contributed to your collaboration. Can you continue to tell this story?"
Jiang Xinhai paused, then continued...
…
"You just sit here and look at your face, it helps inspire thinking."
Jiang Xinhai's head was full of question marks.
Is my face full of reference answers of "omitted", or is it like hell, so that your mind is filled with devilish inspiration?
Although he complained in his heart, Jiang Xinhai still sat down.
However, Chen Ya had no intention of letting go of her hand.
He held a pen in one hand and her hand in the other. Under the pressure of his thumb, a white and red fingerprint gradually emerged on Jiang Xinhai's white little hand.
Jiang Xinhai turned around and saw many people standing in a corner of the cafeteria away from them, pointing and talking at them.
When Chen Ya grabbed her hand, everyone was almost outraged.
Jiang Xinhai was regarded as the princess of Binhai University. Now the princess was being defiled by people who came from nowhere. The anger of these people can be imagined.
Moreover, the man was wearing a suit, sneakers, and his hair was like a chicken coop. He was full of gangster habits but also had a bit of pastoral scenery.
"Can you let go now?" Jiang Xinhai turned around and said to Chen Ya.
Chen Ya seemed not to notice her embarrassment:
"The sixth song should be 'Later', the seventh song... well, 'Aurora', and the eighth song is 'At Least I Still Have You'..."
Jiang Xinhai struggled to free his hand, swung it in the air, and stared at the notebook he was holding, his brows full of suspicion:
"I was just about to ask, what's the point of just writing a name? Even though these names look decent."
She had something else to say: Are you just trying to trick me in the end?
Chen Ya said: "Every time I think of a melody, I think of a name. Writing down the name is like remembering it."
"So you've already come up with eight melodies? That's so impressive?"
"Yes." Chen Ya nodded shamelessly.
Jiang Xinhai put his hands on his face and asked, "Is it really that easy for composers to write songs?"
“There’s a slight difference in speed, but they’re probably about the same.”
Finally, Chen Ya wrote the words "Listen to the Sea" and "Meet" on the paper, then looked at the notebook in his hand with satisfaction, smiled and nodded.
"Alright, let's make our first album a big hit, a hit that will rock the entire Chinese music scene."
Jiang Xinhai held up his face and said, "You should shock me first. From what I see, you are just talking nonsense."
Chen Ya glanced at her. Jiang Xinhai's eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and he was so handsome that he couldn't get angry no matter how harsh the words were.
"Haha, when I finish writing it, just wait for all the cells in your body to tremble and cheer me on."
"Well, no matter what, at least it's a good thing to have confidence."
Jiang Xinhai spoke with a hint of pity, but Chen Ya didn't feel it was right.
"So, how are you thinking about it? Here's my proposal." Chen Ya returned the notebook to her. "Ten songs in the future, in exchange for the present. You'll be responsible for renting the room and performing, and I'll take care of everything else."
Jiang Xinhai raised his slender, white wrist and glanced at his watch:
"I only spent 36 minutes thinking about it. What conclusion can I draw?"
Jiang Xinhai's mother gives her 2,000 yuan every month for living expenses. If she rents a house, her available funds will shrink rapidly, and she will inevitably have to live on poverty in the future.
Fortunately, she had the mind to hide her shortcomings and did not tell Chen Ya about this. If Chen Ya knew about it, he would definitely shout that Jiang's mother abused the genius.
Chen Ya said, "If you really don't trust me, let's find a place and rehearse 'Red Bean'. You'll then realize how much potential this song has."
Jiang Xinhai said, "Then we need to find a place with musical instruments."
"This is Binhai University. There should be a lot of places like that."
"You're right."
Jiang Xinhai stood up and said to him, "Then let's go borrow the vocal music classroom. If you're not afraid of gastroptosis, come with me."
Chen Ya smiled slightly and grabbed the suit jacket on the back of the chair: "Have you always spoken like this?"
Nice romance
"What style?"
"Very naughty, and a little bit arrogant."
"I don't pay much attention to my speaking style. Maybe I've just been speaking like that since I was a kid, but I don't think I'm naughty. Also, what does 'tsundere' mean?"
"That is, you are using strong but false words to cover up your deep-seated love."
"...You must have made a mistake."
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