Chapter 282: Chapter 202: Pei Muchan Picks Up at the Airport, Longing After a Day Apart, My Heart Gently Sighs
“Quick, quick, quick! The recording is about to start, I can’t believe the first guest invited by the program team is Xu Qingyan.” a female intern said excitedly, the work pass around her neck swaying slightly.
“They’re just trying to be sensational, I don’t understand why they would invite soone who is all hype to be the first guest.” Zhang Min frowned and adjusted her thick, black-frad glasses.
“Eh… I think he’s pretty good at writing songs.” The female intern said timidly, blinking and slowly inching to the side.
She was sowhat afraid of the intern who had started with her, who was always serious and rarely joked. Every day she seed invisibly anxious, and being near her felt suffocating.
It was said that Zhang Min got the internship through connections, but her work capability was strong. She would occasionally help her, and over ti, the relationship between the two won slowly improved.
“Let’s go, let’s go, if we don’t head over now we’re going to get scolded.” The female intern stuck out her tongue and pulled Zhang Min towards the recording site.
“Chen Ling Listen” was recorded in a studio, with only two lonely chairs on the stage. In the corner were so musical instrunts, the lighting made them seem particularly spacious.
Xu Qingyan stood in a corner of the room, looking up at the wall.
The walls of the recording studio were covered with various external angled and internal corrugated panels, firstly, for the aesthetic and design appeal, and secondly, to scatter sound and prevent echoes during recording.
As a newcor to the industry, although he didn’t sing much, he had spent ti at Pei Muchan’s studio, at Lin Wanzhou’s place, and had been to recording studios.
Just like with fishing folks and keyboard enthusiasts, out of love for “Poor Student Stationery,” he instinctively clapped his hands lightly against the corner, the sound clear and not muffled.
It was better than the second-floor recording room in Pei Muchan’s studio, and the equipnt was newer too.
“Have you been busy with work these days?” Chen Ling asked in the tone of casual conversation between friends, wearing a light-colored ho sweater as she began the interview.
The two of them stood in the corner of the room, not yet on stage, as the cara moved towards them.
“Sort of, actually I’ve been resting most of the ti.”
“Resting? Doing what specifically?”
“Fishing.” Xu Qingyan answered, moving forward with Chen Ling, “But it’s not like I haven’t been working at all, I recently recorded a song, ‘Rice Fragrance’.”
“Did you write it yourself?”
“Yes.”
The program team had created a relaxed atmosphere, and Chen Ling’s tone was like that of a host entertaining an old friend who had co to her ho, ready to sit together on the sofa and chat.
“How about trying to sing a bit? We’re in the recording studio, and we’ve prepared instrunts.”
“Alright, I’m pretty average at guitar.” Xu Qingyan laughed, first giving himself a boost, “Hand the guitar, I’ll sing… ‘Clear Sky’.”
In the span of one or two months, it’s impossible to make great progress with instrunts without diligent practice. He had at least practiced “Clear Sky,” but was truly unfamiliar with “Rice Fragrance,” which would sound clunky and awkward if he attempted it.
Chen Ling didn’t think much of it, assuming he didn’t want to affect the sales of his new song by playing and singing it.
“The story’s little yellow flower…..”
Following the simple strumming and singing session, the staff mbers were basically all eyes on him.
Zhang Min stood in the crowd, looking at that handso face, her eyes filled with increasing disgust. For so reason, she felt an inexplicable dislike for this person.
Ever since “Romantic Variety,” she had been paying attention to Xu Qingyan. It wasn’t just because he was good-looking, but because Xu Qingyan had a firm gaze, a deanor that seed invincible.
Smart, strong, determined inside, he almost t all the expectations of sapiosexuals and won who admired strength.
The more this was the case, the more Zhang Min disliked him.
Maybe it was because…like repels like.
She was an illegitimate daughter, unrecognized by her father, and had an invisible father in her life from a young age. Reluctantly paying money, he never once appeared.
Her mother had grand ambitions, forcing her way up from a young age, failing, and then giving birth to her amidst crying and tantrums. In her childhood mories, she was often carried to the rooftop.
Having seen her mother’s nurous dramatic threats, forcing the invisible father to buy a house and provide monthly paynts, she, as a child, had t this so-called “father.”
Standing in front of that man, she was awkward, always silently accepting money, speechless. She didn’t understand how to use innocence to keep him, like a block of wood.
Because she knew what her mother was doing; she knew too much, understood too much.
Her precociousness led to her falling out of favor in early years, an unhappy childhood, and her entire puberty was a somber gray. She was ashad of her mother, yet she had to rely on everything her mother fought for to survive.
She hated her own precociousness but relied on her intelligence to get through school without studying, and made it to college. She spent four twisted years in college, and despite having a few hundred thousand yuan in pocket money, she still maintained a lifestyle of eight hundred yuan per month, not wearing makeup, not shopping, not socializing. Every day she would leave early and return late, only hanging out in libraries, playing gas, and watching videos.
After graduating and unable to find a job, her mother asked the “invisible daddy” to get her into the television station.
Zhang Min despised herself and, by extension, despised her peers. In her eyes, Xu Qingyan was like her, intelligent, proud, emotionally stable and determined.
Even though he could have read situations and received better treatnt, he chose to gamble. She loathed the twist in herself, and likewise, the twist in Xu Qingyan.
This aversion reached its peak on the night Xu Qingyan fiercely confronted the “I Am the Singing King” program team. He pushed himself too hard, like a madman.
He seed willing to risk his life, imposing a heavy burden on others.
Zhang Min’s own negativity was already substantial, and seeing Xu Qingyan only added to her depression.
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