You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

Song Buci typed a reply with one hand while eating instant noodles.

[Song Buci: Hello, I'm Song Buci, the founder of the Phoenix Band. I'd like to invite you to join my band. Let's create miracles together.]

[Song Buci: I wonder if you would like to join?]

At this time, Yan Yue was sitting in front of the computer, looking at Song Buci's resume.

When she saw Song Buci's photo, surprise and excitement flashed across her face. Isn't this the beautiful sister in red clothes who performed on the stage with Wen Xuyan that day?

When Yan Yue saw the message sent by Song Buci, she stood up excitedly.

She grimaced as she stood up, her bones aching all over, and soon sat back down.

He muttered to himself, "It really is Song Buci."

She didn't expect that this genius would find her.

She picked up her phone and excitedly typed the three words "I do."

Just as she was about to hit him, the pain in her body brought her back to her senses.

Even if I joined, I wouldn't be able to perform on stage with this body of mine.

She deleted the words she typed out silently, and endured the pain and typed out the words of rejection.

After refusing, she threw her phone away, put her head on the table, and made noises out of frustration.

This was heard by Yan Chu who was cooking in the kitchen. He came out with a spatula and asked her when he saw her look, "What's wrong? What's going on?"

"Ahhh, I just turned down a famous and talented pianist."

"I had an 80 percent chance of participating in that famous international music competition."

"I rejected them all." Yan Yue raised her head and looked at her brother with tears in her eyes.

After saying that, he grabbed his hair and went crazy.

Yan Chu looked at her like this and chuckled.

He said comfortingly, "Why do you refuse? The other party invited you, so just agree."

"But with my health condition, if I go there, I'll just be causing trouble," Yan Yue said with a sad face.

"Then go get chemotherapy. The doctor said that if you treat your disease well and stay optimistic, you won't die soon." Yan Chu walked over and raised his hand to rub her oily hair. After rubbing it, he said with a look of disgust, "How many days have you not washed your hair?"

“The oil is dead.”

Yan Yue became even angrier when she heard this: "Who told you to touch me?"

"Go cook your food."

Seeing her angry look, Yan Chu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she no longer looked like she was about to die at any time like before.

"Your food is about to get burnt, why don't you go and have a look!" Yan Yue pushed him and said impatiently.

Yan Chu nodded and was about to take the spatula back to the kitchen to continue cooking, but her eyes suddenly fell on the computer in front of her.

On it was a picture of Song Buci wearing a red dress and sitting in front of the piano, playing the piano very seriously.

"Do you know her?" Yan Chu asked, pointing at Song Buci on the screen.

When asked this question, Yan Yue immediately became alert.

"A talented pianist and an idol to many musicians. She just invited me to join the orchestra she founded." Yan Yue introduced with great pride.

"Then just agree." Yan Chu stared straight at the other person and thought to himself, he turned out to be a pianist. No wonder he sings so well and his hands are so beautiful.

Before, Yan Chu thought it was some rich young lady who went to the bar to have fun. She was generous and had a good personality.

After giving him money, he was only asked to do some small things.

He had heard people in the group complain that some people would make them do something excessive after giving them money.

"I'm sick, I can't drag them down!" Yan Yue shouted.

"Treatment!" Yan Chu retorted.

This sentence made Yan Yue shut up, and she lay on the table again, looking depressed.

Back in the kitchen, Yan Chu opened the lid of the pot and stir-fried the chicken inside, but he was still thinking about Song Buci.

It’s good to be rich. You can spend a lot of money just to start your own band.

Song Buci frowned when he saw the message of rejection.

He actually refused. He was able to resist the temptation.

In that case, add some temptation.

[Song Buci: As long as you join our band, you will receive a reward of 100,000.]

Yan Yue looked at the letter and suddenly sat up straight.

"elder brother!"

"What's wrong again?" Yan Chu asked.

"Joining the band will earn you 10 yuan. Should I join?" Yan Yue's tone was filled with excitement.

One hundred thousand yuan. With this money, wouldn't her brother be able to feel a lot more relaxed?

"Add!" Yan Chu answered without hesitation.

"Oh."

Finally, Yan Yue bit her lower lip, hesitated for a long time and finally typed the word "agree". She took a deep breath and then clicked send.

In the villa, Song Buci hummed a few words as he looked at the message sent by the other party.

Just a little kid, get it.

There are still two more people to go before she can register, but there is no rush now. She wants to go and check out the practice room that Song Baiqian rented for her.

The practice room that Song Baiqian rented was in a music building in the city.

It's not in the same place as Ferr Paradise, but it's better than the practice room in Ferr Paradise.

Her father called her some time ago and told her that the free funding had been cut by more than half.

More than half of the people recruited into the band were persuaded to withdraw, and those who remained in the band were all focused on music and wanted to go further and further on the path of music.

But Shi Yue still stayed in the orchestra because she was the only pianist in the orchestra.

Teacher Li had no choice but to shamelessly ask Song Yuchen to keep Shi Yue.

Face becomes less useful if used too much. After this incident, Teacher Li also knew that he no longer had any face left in Song Yuchen's heart.

Song Chenyu transferred the reduced funds to Song Buci, and his three brothers also gave Song Buci money to express their support for her.

Since he has money, Song Buci is very generous.

When I arrived at the new practice room, I found that all the musical instruments were fully prepared.

The practice room is very large and can easily accommodate fifty or sixty people.

The four words "Phoenix Band" were carved on a wooden board and hung on the wall. The cursive font made it look particularly beautiful.

Song Buci stood below and looked up at the wooden plaque, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

She will be the leader of this orchestra in the future, and no one can challenge her authority.

Sitting on the brand new chair, Song Buci crossed his legs and couldn't help but smile.

Happy, very happy.

She took a few photos and a few selfies. After editing the pictures, Song Buci posted them on his WeChat Moments.

[Song Buci: From today on, I also have a band.]

【Picture x9】

After sending it, Song Buci put away his phone, stood up and went into the practice room to check.

In the center of the largest room is a piano worth several million dollars, the same brand as the one in the villa.

His second brother was worried that she would not be used to using another piano.

At this time, the cell phone in my pocket rang.

She picked it up and found that Ran Chu was sending her a message.

Ran Chu: Aren't you free? Why did you start your own band?

[Ran Chu: Were you bullied by Shi Yue? ]

[Ran Chu: Don't start your own band, come join our band.]