"... that''s why I''m more nervous."

    Xiang Xing puffed up his soft face, his small head hung down stuffy, and his feather eyelashes still trembled uneasily.

    "As long as there is any problem in my link, it must be you... So I must pursue perfection!"

    The little guy said, suddenly raised his head suddenly, and a serious and determined flame burst out in his soft eyes.

    The powder fist clenched tightly, "we agreed before that if the satisfaction rate is less than 90%, it will be recorded again. You can''t muddle along."

    "Am I the kind of person who can discharge water?"

    Zuo Yan smiled helplessly and rubbed his cheek like a fat puffer fish.

    The soft and low eyes have a deeper meaning.

    In his prediction, the satisfaction rate of this song must exceed 95%.

    Otherwise, it''s no fun to stay in such a music world. It''s better to go back and fulfill the old man''s agreement.

    ……

    A morning passed.

    "Boss, the audition feedback has been almost recycled."

    In the studio, Xing Mu''s little assistant came in with a tablet computer and handed it to him with a smile. "I took a rough look. There should be no bad comments."

    "Yes?"

    Xing Mu''s eyes lit up and took over the tablet and looked through it.

    Finally, I couldn''t help laughing. Then I deliberately winked at Zuo Yan, "Zuo Yan, you finally have a song with zero negative comments in the company!"

    Smelling the speech, Xiang Xing, who was drinking fat house happy water, almost gushed out.

    Immediately, a question mark on his face said, "he has also written songs that his family dislikes?"

    "That''s not!"

    Xing Mu kicked under his feet and drifted over in his chair.

    Ignoring the big black face of an ice block on the side, the thief winked at the little guy, deliberately covered his mouth and whispered, "when this guy was still in group Q, he often wrote some strange songs to poison our ears!"

    "Of course, it''s not that it doesn''t sound good, it''s not in line with the public''s Aesthetics..."

    "Really?"

    Xiang Xing was inexplicably interested when he heard this. His soft eyes blinked brightly at the man, "do you still have a demo? I want to hear it."

    "... cough!"

    In the side of the box, a strange boy who was strangled by the Tucao style finally couldn''t help but make complaints about it.

    Then he held the back of the little guy''s chair quietly and pulled her to the other side.

    Then he turned his head and stared at her seriously with a low voice. "There''s no such thing. Don''t listen to him."

    "... oh."

    Xiang Xing stared into his eyes and answered calmly.

    However, looking at the small situation of his urgent denial, she felt... I''m afraid the rumor is true.

    Thinking, the little guy couldn''t help laughing in his heart.

    Next time, go to the guy who threatens the old palace and look for it, hehe.

    Speaking of Gong xuanyue, the girl blinked her soft eyes and suddenly remembered that she had promised him to take Zuo Yan to Changle mountain.

    Now that the song has been completely passed, there should be nothing about her and Zuo Yan recently.

    Thinking of this, Xiang Xing''s pink lips gently pursed and pondered a little.

    He immediately raised his eyebrows and smiled. Ignoring the eyes of an idle person in the recording room, his small hand suddenly raised and hooked the man''s neck in front of him.

    Then he came to the suddenly red ear and said with a smile: "brother Zuo Yan, let''s go on a date ~?"