Bai Weijia felt that he was unlucky recently. The recording of his new album was not going smoothly. Cassie recently signed a few new artists, which took away most of her energy. So she was not as flattering to Bai Weijia as she was at the beginning.

Bai Weijia endured it for a few days, and finally couldn't help but get angry at Cassie: "What kind of choreographer did you find? How could he be so perfunctory?!"

Cassie's face was also very ugly: "What nonsense are you talking about! Mike is a senior choreographer. Do you know how much effort I spent to hire him?"

Bai Weijia frowned. He had heard of Mike's reputation and had high expectations. He didn't expect to be disappointed after meeting him. Mike's choreography seemed fancy, but it was not as good as the two unknown dance teachers that Shen Huai hired for him.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Cassie's expression softened: "Okay, stop being so petty. Let's go record the song this afternoon. I've already booked a recording studio for you."

Speaking of the recording studio, Bai Weijia was in an even worse mood and complained: "I used Xingyi's studio to record singles before, but now I have to squeeze into the company's ordinary recording studio with those small artists. And the recording engineer you found can't even do simple audio editing, let alone other things. You can't say a word to him..."

Cassie's eyelids twitched when she heard this. No matter how good-tempered she was, she couldn't stand it anymore and said sarcastically, "Xingyi is such a professional recording studio. It's used by top superstars. You're just happy about using it once. Why do you want to fix the sound? You must have been fooled by those so-called millionaire sound engineers on the Internet. If you have that time, you might as well practice singing! What are you singing?! Even if you didn't put as much effort into the previous singles, it should be acceptable!"

Bai Weijia couldn't help it, "How can I not put in effort? I've always been like this..."

But Cassie was too lazy to continue talking to him. She glanced at her watch and said impatiently, "I'll have someone come to pick you up later. Also, don't cause trouble for Shen Huai in the future. Who are you and who is Ye Cang? What's there to worry about with him?"

Cassie left in a hurry after she finished speaking. Bai Weijia opened his mouth, but only the shaking door panel responded to him.

He was so angry that he kicked the sofa with one foot, and ended up hitting his big toe. He almost screamed in pain, and finally sat on the sofa angrily, ready to watch some rainbow farts from fans to soothe his mood, but as soon as he opened Weibo, he found that Ye Cang was ranked first on the hot search.

Bai Weijia was furious and smashed his phone against the wall.

——Shen

Huai returned home very late and found that the room was dark, with only a little light in the direction of the kitchen. He walked over in some confusion, and saw Ye Cang squatting in front of the refrigerator, holding a few breads with a pale face and a bottle of milk in his mouth.

Shen Huai: "...What are you doing?"

Ye Cang was startled and almost choked by a mouthful of milk.

Shen Huai walked over quickly, took the snacks from his hand, and asked: "You didn't eat?" He looked at the dining table and found two untouched meals on it.

Shen Huai was speechless: "Auntie said you didn't respond when she asked you to eat, can't you eat first and then get busy?"

Ye Cang coughed lightly, a little embarrassed: "I can't hear the outside world when I'm working, and it's already this time when I realize it."

Shen Huai couldn't do anything with him, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and said: "Eat something first, I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

Ye Cang was shocked "You can also cook?!"

Shen Huai said as he boiled water skillfully, "I can only cook noodles and some simple home-cooked dishes. I'm not as good as you think."

Perhaps because he had not seen the sun for many years, Shen Huai's arms were very white. As he moved, his smooth muscle lines were faintly revealed. The warm light fell on them, as if adding a layer of soft light, softening his overly cold temperament.

Ye Cang couldn't help but joked: "Agent, you look wise like this..."

Shen Huai glanced over coldly. Ye Cang felt the murderous aura in it and wisely swallowed the rest of the words.

Shen Huai cracked an egg with one hand. The transparent egg white fell into the oil in the pot and soon turned white. The edges sizzled and the air was immediately filled with fragrance.

Ye Cang swallowed his saliva, pressed his rumbling stomach, and was eager to find a topic to divert his attention.

"You look very skilled, did you learn it from your aunt?"

Shen Huai seemed to pause, and then said: "No, I learned it after my parents passed away."

Ye Cang was stunned: "I'm sorry."

"Nothing, it's been many years." Shen Huai said lightly, and brought the cooked noodles to Ye Cang, "Eat."

The steaming noodles exuded an alluring aroma, the eggs were fried golden on both sides, and two boiled cabbages lay next to them, with scattered scallions dotted on top. The color, aroma and taste were delicious, making people salivate.

However, when Ye Cang saw this bowl of noodles, he somehow thought of the young Shen Huai pursing his lips and cooking silently.

He was serious for a rare time and comforted her in a low voice: "Don't be sad, no matter how hard it is, it will all pass, and things will only get better in the future."

Shen Huai was stunned, not knowing what Ye Cang had thought of. He was about to explain, but seeing Ye Cang's serious eyes, the words circled around his lips but were ultimately not spoken. He smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Ye Cang breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole person returned to his usual loud and cheerful demeanor: "That's right, when I become famous in the future, I will protect you."

Shen Huai: "..."

After eating the noodles, Ye Cang seemed to come alive, and pulled Shen Huai upstairs to see his new arrangement. He had sung this song many times and was very familiar with it. He had nothing to do in recent years as a ghost, and had many ideas for adapting it.

Shen Huai was a little stunned after listening to Ye Cang play it once. He didn't expect Ye Cang to be so fast and finish the arrangement of the whole song in just one day. Ye Cang put down the guitar and explained his arrangement ideas to him. Shen

Huai frowned and said, "Your arrangement is not simple, the company's recording studio may not be suitable. I will find another studio for you."

Ye Cang waved his hand quickly, "No, no, there will be a band on the scene, I will just record a simple demo."

Shen Huai: "But..."

"It will cost extra money to find another studio!" Ye Cang understood, "It's not easy for you either, don't waste this kind of money. I'm still participating in the competition and I don't have much income. You can't get a commission, so you still have to save money." Shen Huai,

a tycoon with a net worth of tens of billions, was silent for a moment, and then said "um" obediently.

Ye Cang comforted him again: "I heard that the champion can get one million. Don't worry, I won't lose. We will be rich soon."

Shen Huai had no doubt about this. Seeing that he agreed, Ye Cang excitedly leaned over, hooked his shoulder and patted him hard, very confident.

"I said I would protect you, so just wait for the good things to happen with me in the future!"

Shen Huai silently endured the arm on his shoulder. He felt that Ye Cang was good in every way, except for his habit of putting his arm around others' shoulders, which needed to be changed.

-

Although Ye Cang gained a lot of fans in this competition, his past black history could not be erased. Rather than believing that his singing skills had improved by leaps and bounds, more people thought that he was just lucky and picked the right song. However, such good luck was difficult to replicate. At this time, his remarks during the group division were somewhat criticized.

This world has never been fair. The arrogance of those with strength is called self-confidence, while those without strength will only be ridiculed for overestimating their own abilities.

After the game, Zheng Zhao posted a microblog with a hidden message. Although it was deleted quickly, the content of the microblog triggered speculation among netizens, who believed that the person Zheng Zhao mentioned in the microblog was Ye Cang.

For a while, rumors of Ye Cang's discord with other players were rampant again, and Ye Cang's haters, who had disappeared, came out to make trouble again.

[But he got angry after performing well once, what a loser]

[So arrogant, wait for a slap in the face next week]

[Next week is a collaborative stage, I sympathize with his teammates]

[Textbook-level slap in the face, next week's live broadcast will definitely be very interesting 2333, wait and see]

[Wait and see +1]

This commotion was a hot topic, but Ye Cang himself and his company remained as quiet as a chicken, with only some fans trying in vain to defend him.

Shen Huai looked at the uproar on Weibo with cold eyes. To him, it was just a small fight, and it was not difficult to suppress it. However, he knew very well that many of them were water armies from other companies. If he suppressed it this time, there would be a next time, and he never liked to spend too much time on such things.

Since it had to be resolved, this slap had to be harder. Even if it couldn't be solved once and for all, at least these people had to remember the pain.

So, just when the haters were getting carried away and thought they had won a great victory, the situation suddenly turned around.

A Weibo post was pushed to the top of the trending search.

@樊敬: The kid sang very well.

Who is Fan Jing? He is a legendary singer who has stood in the music industry for more than 30 years and has a very high national popularity. Although he has gradually turned to music teaching in recent years and rarely appears in the media, his status is still there, and he is also the original singer of "The Undying Song". When this sentence was said, Weibo exploded immediately.

The water army was surprised and suspicious. A great singer like Fan Jing cannot be hired by money. They are water soldiers who get paid to do things, but they don't want to offend any big shots. Originally, they thought he was just a kid with no background and no foundation, but when a great singer like Fan Jing was involved, the meaning was different. The water army

immediately stopped.

Several entertainment companies that hired trolls also have a hard time speaking out. Before, Ye Cang's suicide was a big deal, and no one seemed to be protecting him. They thought he was a nobody who could be bullied at will, and they were not very careful when hiring trolls. Now they are afraid that the handle is in the hands of others. It is clear that the other party is using Fan Jing to hit them. If they don't know what is good for them, the other party will not be so gentle.

Without these professional trolls, the online comments will no longer be one-sided. After all, ordinary people's thoughts are very simple. In terms of professionalism, who can compare with Fan Jing? The gods have affirmed Ye Cang. Could it be that these keyboard warriors who are BBing on the Internet are more powerful than Fan Jing?

Now that Fan Jing has stamped his seal of approval, Ye Cang’s ability is beyond doubt. Many people previously doubted whether he could sing "Summer Insects" well, but now they have some expectations.

Bai Weijia looked at Weibo with an uncertain look, his fingers tightly gripping his new phone.

He had seen people scolding Ye Cang online before, and before he could be happy for a few hours, Fan Jing posted on Weibo. He was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

At this moment, his assistant poked his head out and said, "Weijia, someone called from the recording studio. We are going to record a demo for Ye Cang in the afternoon, so we have to move our time to tomorrow."

"Bang!"

The phone smashed against the wall and was scrapped again.

Bai Weijia gritted his teeth: "Ye Cang!!!"