Shit! "...I forgot what I was doing."
Zhou Yanzhi took out a USB drive from his pocket: "Here it is."
Xiao Yu looked at the USB drive and was stunned: "Brother..."
"behavior."
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"Uh, okay, behave yourself."
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"You, when did you come?"
"Seven o'clock."
"It's already nine o'clock..." Waiting for him for so long?
"So, can we get off work now? My great writer Xiao?"
Xiao Yu had never been called a writer before. Those who wrote online were more often called writers. Suddenly, Zhou Yanzhi called him that. And what was "mine"? And he was a successful businessman.
Xiao Yu felt his ears and face were a little hot.
"Little friend." Zhou Yanzhi suddenly approached Xiao Yu, "If you don't leave now, you don't have to leave."
Xiao Yu: ...
Nine o'clock in the morning.
After tossing and turning all night, Xiao Yu was awakened from a deep sleep by the ringing of a phone call from his homeroom teacher, who asked him how his preparations were going, as the school required them to be sent over for preliminary screening.
"Brother, I just asked someone to make some music yesterday. It's still a basic version. ...Uh, okay, wait a minute, I'll send it to you in half an hour."
"Okay, okay, okay, okay!" The teacher's tone was full of joy.
Xiao Yu had to struggle to get up, dragging his weak and sore waist and legs that seemed to have been drained of strength, to the study to listen to the music in the USB drive.
The music is divided into a pure instrumental version and a version combined with his songs.
How should I put it? The ethereal feeling he wanted was there, and the grandeur was there, too. But he didn't know if it was a memory issue, but he always felt that it was still missing something.
"Let's do this for now." Xiao Yu thought for a moment. The teacher needed it urgently, and it was the first round of screening. He would make do with it for now. As for the song, he would think carefully about what went wrong in the next two days.
I worked non-stop to combine the music and video, and carefully adjusted them more than ten times. It seemed that more than half an hour had passed.
Xiao Yucai hurriedly sent the document over.
In order to prevent Old Man Huang from making the same call, he simply gave Old Man Huang a copy as well.
"That should be about right." After sending the email, Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of the music, he felt his video was fine.
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