Yang Mi seemed to have known that Song Baoyu would have such a question. She calmly took out a folder.
"While there's still time, practice more!”
"Godmother, what is this?"
Song Baoyu opened the folder in confusion and instantly cried out in surprise.…
"Godmother, you're too good to me."
Fatty Di covered his ears and looked at Song Baoyu bitterly. He reluctantly picked up the matsutake bread that had fallen to the ground.
…
She was a young lady, could she not be more mature? She was shocked by the fuss.
Should she eat the bread on the floor or not?
After hesitating for a long time, he stuffed it into his mouth when no one was paying attention and swallowed it as if nothing had happened.
"Baoyu, what good thing did Boss Yang give you again? Why are you so happy?”…
"Song, a good song."
Fatty Deeny, who was tone-deaf, had long given up on the idea of becoming a three-star celebrity.
It was just a song. What was the big deal?
…
Perhaps Song Baoyu was really a genius, or Adele was really a very good teacher.
Looking at the handwritten staff on the white paper, Song Baoyu hummed softly.
"Lalala, lalala…"
Although she was still stuttering, he remembered that she was just a layman who could not even distinguish the basic tones a few days ago.
This kind of improvement was already godly.
The sonorous and powerful melody was catchy, as if it had a special power.
Fatty Deeny, who didn't mind, actually felt that it sounded surprisingly good.
Boss Yang was too good to Baoyu.
The Chinese music scene today was no longer as vibrant as it was when Song Yi was around.
Every once in a while, there would always be new songs that would light up the eyes of people.
However, they were all superficial and were all saliva songs that floated on the surface.
After appearing in a hurry, he was soon forgotten.
However, Fatty Di felt that the melody of this song had an inspiring magic, and it was fundamentally different from those simple, drooling songs.
In short, she, Fatty Di, was a beauty from the Western Regions who could sing and dance. Although she was tone-deaf, she still had the ability to distinguish between good and bad songs.
The value of a good song in today's Chinese music industry was hard to measure with money.
Mr. Yang had specially made such a good song just for his goddaughter to participate in a lousy competition.
Fatty Di was jealous.
"Boss, I want it too!"
Looking at the shameless Fatty Di, Yang Mi spat out the hot water in her mouth.
This silly girl was really daring.
This was a song that her father, Song Yi, had specially composed for her daughter.
If she didn't know Song Yi's talent, Yang Mi would never waste such an excellent song on a singing competition.
It was a waste to use an anti-aircraft cannon to kill a mosquito.
Yang Mi felt that Song Baoyu was going to stir up a heated discussion on the Internet again in the second qualifying round.
It was true that Yang Mi herself was moved by this song.
Song Yi's product was a classic.
Ten years of retirement did not let Song Yi's talent go to waste.
He was also the best songwriter in the Chinese music industry.
Talented people were just so willful.
Everyone in the entertainment industry knew that Song Yi only debuted as a boy band in the beginning.
Back then, he was still a young hunk. His skin was fair and his looks were peerless. The moment he debuted, he instantly became the focus of everyone's attention.
When it was at its peak, it dominated the domestic trending searches all year round.
A random post on Weibo would get hundreds of thousands of likes.
The current top disciples were far from it.
At that time, Song Yi was extremely glorious, but he attracted the jealousy of many people.
Finally, under the malicious framing of someone, the top celebrity, Song Yi, was exposed to be secretly married, kept as a mistress, plagiarized his works, threw away his big name, and disrespected his seniors in the industry.
A series of vicious moves were vicious and accurate.
It directly made Song Yi fall into the abyss.
When everyone thought that Song Yi, the current top student, had completely become a thing of the past.
One after another, the brand endorser he worked with sued him in court.
The penalty that he had to pay was enough to bankrupt him.
At this moment, the moment that Lord Jiu called a miracle arrived.
No one had expected Song Yi's counterattack to be so incisive and beyond everyone's expectations.
From that day on, Song Yi became a legend in the Chinese music industry.
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