Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

A few seconds later.

Huang Bin, the photographer recording the behind-the-scenes footage, couldn't hold it in any longer and exhaled a "poof" from his nose, his shoulders shaking violently.

Arranger Chen's glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose. He stared blankly at the small figure in the recording studio, then suddenly burst into laughter, slapping his thigh.

"Oh my god... 'I love you, but you want to hit me'... This lyrics are so bad..." A musician laughed so hard he was pounding his chair.

Chen Minghua was both angry and amused—angry because the perfect recording had gone wrong in a dramatic way, and amused because the mishap was full of the child's unique soul.

The serious, professional atmosphere vanished instantly, and the recording studio was filled with cheerful laughter.

Looking at the jubilant scene and the bewildered faces, Anxi suddenly realized—she had sung the splits!

Zhou Xiaobai peeked through his fingers at An Qianqian's transformation from bewilderment to feigned composure, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

However, I still had to comfort my little one: "Xixi! You got a perfect score of 99 for the first few sentences, but I only added one point for the last sentence to keep you from getting arrogant... You did a great job revising it!"

When An Qianqian heard Zhou Xiaobai's words, especially the words "deification" and "perfect score", her eyes lit up.

Then look at those people who, though laughing so hard they were practically falling over, had no contempt in their eyes, only joy and appreciation.

She puffed out her small chest, made a face at Zhou Xiaobai, and then gave a bright smile to the still laughing crowd.

After Chen Minghua finished laughing, he looked at An Qianqian: "Alright, alright... the beginning was perfect, the emotions were top-notch. We'll save that last line for a side note. Now, let's do it correctly again, okay?"

His gentle and kind words were not without reason; he also knew a bit about Anxi's mother and aunt.

As fellow natives of Jiangcheng, we share a love for singing and dancing. During this period, "Chu Yun" has had an astonishing impact, even being reported on television.

As a fellow artist, he even heard that the musical was being submitted for review for the highest awards in the arts.

Anxixi's aunt is a filmmaker. Although she makes serious dramas and her influence is limited, she is still from Jiangcheng.

If he was still uneasy about An Qianqian yesterday, her perfect performance just now put his worries to rest.

Children need to be coaxed, and he was afraid that if he spoke too harshly, the little girl would get angry and quit.

Moreover, this is a treasure that can generate revenue for him.

"Mmm!" Anxi nodded, her eyes darting around. "Uncle Chen, let me hear what you think first?"

She secretly started to think – what if she didn't change it? When the song came out and her mother heard it, wouldn't that be revenge for last night?

Thinking of this, she smiled happily!

After listening to the playback, Anxixi made up her mind.

It's okay to sing it correctly again, but... whether you sing it well or not is up to you to decide.

Ten minutes later, the mood was right, and the performance began.

In the control room, everyone listened with great joy—

"Amazing! Sisi's performance this time is no worse than the first time. Her performance is stable. As long as she doesn't mess up the later parts, she can be recorded directly on the master tape! Pure and powerful, full of emotion, in a word, awesome!!" Chen Minghua listened for a while, nodded with satisfaction, turned to Zhou Xiaobai and praised her in a low voice, even a little incoherent.

The praise was like pressing play.

Old Chen smiled and nodded, then whispered to his colleague beside him, "You have to admit it, the younger generation is truly formidable... The timbre, musicality, emotional expression... there's nothing to criticize."

The other production staff also whispered among themselves, their faces no longer showing any doubt, but instead filled with excitement and a sense of accomplishment from participating in the creation.

What they witnessed was not just the birth of a great song, but also the starting point for the rise of a future star.

They had just showered them with praise, but reality seemed to slap them in the face, giving them another lesson—

When the final line, "Shout it out loud, I love you, do you know that?" came again, everyone was stunned. Although they didn't do the splits, they felt like something was missing.

So, they tried three more times, and the result was still the same.

Sound engineer Wu Xiaolin let out a long breath, leaned back heavily in his chair, stared at Chen Minghua, and shook his head with his hands shrugged.

Chen Minghua also realized the problem—this little girl is being naughty! She's probably been beaten by her family and wants to get revenge with a song?

He was about to scold her and tell her to stop fooling around. But then he remembered that she was still a child, so he could only speak gently, "Xixi, what's wrong? You sang very well at the beginning, but the last line was a little off."

Anxi looked aggrieved and made up an excuse: "I don't know what happened, I just started singing like this, maybe I lost inspiration."

"you!--"

Chen Minghua was speechless and turned to look at Zhou Xiaobai.

How could Zhou Xiaobai not know what An Qianqian was thinking?

He even agreed that the most important thing is to make the sad baby happy. If he can't sing well today, he can sing again tomorrow. We have plenty of time.

Even if this song falls short in the end, there are other songs that can still perform well!

What if there's a silver lining to a mistake?

Do children who listen to music like this contrast?

Popularity is gained by evoking the emotions of the audience through a work. Perhaps this contrast will have a better effect. We should give it a try.

Moreover, we can use Anxixi's words to avenge Da Meili's death. Why not do it?

Thinking of this, he smiled and asked, "Uncle Chen, what do you think of the quality of the other pieces?"

"A classic." Chen Minghua said succinctly, but still didn't understand Zhou Xiaobai's meaning. "But what does that have to do with Qianqian singing it wrong?"

"Uncle Chen, if..." Zhou Xiaobai explained his meaning in detail.

He paused, then added, "We can split it into two versions: one with 'You Want to Hit Me' in limited quantities, and the other, the correct version. We'll see which version gets a better response, and then make a final decision, how about that?"

An Qianqian grinned from ear to ear, her eyes wide with admiration as she looked at Zhou Xiaobai—her younger brother really understands his older sister!

Chen Minghua was deep in thought, weighing the pros and cons...

After a long while, his eyes gleamed as he looked at Zhou Xiaobai and An Qianqian: "We can do it your way, but you have to let Qianqian sing a complete song, otherwise—" The implication was clear!

Before Zhou Xiaobai could answer, An Qianqian nodded emphatically.

ten minutes later,

Anxi took off her headphones, pushed open the soundproof door, and "flew" out like a little bird, heading straight for Zhou Xiaobai.

"Little brother! How did I sing? Wasn't it amazing? Did I blow them all away?!" She grabbed Zhou Xiaobai's arm, eager for the most certain confirmation.

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing! I got goosebumps!" Zhou Xiaobai nodded vigorously, giving her full support—you have to coax a baby to do chores.

Having received the answer she most wanted to hear, Anxi could no longer hold back.

She suddenly raised her chin, puffing out like a peacock, and turned to the producers who were watching her with a smile, her lips parting uncontrollably.

I am Anxi!

That's the real boss! You all have to listen to me!