The president sent me to cheer

"Article [-], during Mr. Qing Ting's tenure, he must accompany Mr. He Jiu for breakfast, lunch, and dinner..."

"Wait, wait, stop reading..."

Little A hurriedly stopped He Jiu.

Seeing that the two seniors were secretly laughing, their faces flushed immediately.

"Aren't you dating an artist? Why is everything related to you?"

"As your immediate boss, I should supervise whether you have trained well, and you must strictly follow the requirements for food, clothing, housing and transportation. In order to prevent you from stealing food and running away, it is natural to have more contact with you to facilitate control."

He Jiu looked at Little A with an expression of disbelief.

He looked away and added.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't care about living with you, it's all for work!"

"........."

Little A looked at He Jiu, then at the two seniors in front of him.

He pursed his lips hesitantly.

By leaving City B, he would be able to put aside all the bad things in front of him.

Live a peaceful life.

But the price is to leave grandpa and He Jiu.

Never go to live broadcast again, abandon fans, be a real transparent person, and live quietly.

But is this really what he wants?

In his life, he was ordered to face danger many times, and learned a lot of miscellaneous things.

I've done this and that, and most of them have done well.

But he still doesn't know what he wants to do.

When he was a child, his mother just blindly asked him to study hard.

Only in this way can I get good grades in the exam, and my father and grandfather regretted treating her like that, resulting in the loss of such an excellent child.

But it happened that no one asked him, and he didn't ask himself.

What do you like and who do you want to be.

If you must say what obsession.

That is probably because he hates the name "Li Tieniu" on his ID card.

He doesn't like such a rustic name.

It caused him to be ridiculed and ostracized.

It was like reminding him all the time.

Look, you are Li Cuilan's rustic son, the laughing stock of "country people" ridiculed by his classmates since he was a child.

Therefore.

His desire for foreign style is so urgent.

He named himself Little A, and determined to be a western-style rapper.

But I don't understand how a rapper will live on.

With such an opportunity in front of him, according to his usual temper, he would never let it go.

If it is acceptable, he must stay in City B.

Little A pondered for a moment.

He looked up at He Jiu.

"If I sign a contract, will my daily schedule be full?"

"Yeah, learn vocal music in the morning, rap in the afternoon, and book discussions in the evening, expression management education, suicide prevention education..."

He Jiu didn't have a clear understanding of this aspect, but only vaguely knew the general idea.

He knew what little A was thinking, and added another sentence emphatically.

"As a signed artist, you should create value for our company. There are so many lessons waiting for you to learn. I hope you will reduce going out and adapt to study life as soon as possible. Three points and one line, can you do it?"

The implication is that he will be so busy that he will lose free time.

Even if the Qing family knew that he was here, he would not let them bother him anymore.

In this way, even if he lives in City B, he seems to be emptied out.

No need to worry about meeting acquaintances anymore.

Little A is confirmed.

Finally made up my mind.

"I can handle it!"

"Don't be happy, we haven't admitted you yet."

Unexpectedly, He Jiu changed the topic, reached out and stuffed the folder into Little A's arms.

Sitting sideways in the chair beside him, he looked at him leisurely.

"It's a good saying. There is no free lunch in the world. We don't sign incompetent people in our prosperous age. If you want to join our company, you still have to go through the formal process."

He Jiu winked at the two seniors.

Remind Little A again.

"Our time is limited, let's start the interview directly."

Hearing the words, the two seniors also sat down beside He Jiu.

Looking at this posture, it really looks like an interview assessment.

The vocal music teacher took out a pen and paper and roughly wrote a few words.

Then he raised his head and asked Little A.

"Have you ever studied vocal music?"

"No."

"Have you ever learned an instrument?"

"A little bit of guitar."

"Have you studied music theory?"

"...I have learned by myself, but I haven't finished it."

"Then where did you learn by yourself?"

"... Doremi is trembling...?"

"........."

The vocal music teacher scratched his head with a pen with a headache.

When he heard Mr. Xiao He say that this person could compose music, he thought he was an amateur with a solid foundation, but he didn't expect that he was a half-baked kid at the elementary school level.

Can this kid really write songs?

Just by learning "Duo Rui Mi is trembling"?

Seeing that his answer was so ambiguous and it was hard for him to make a specific judgment, the vocal music teacher asked him more questions.

"I heard that you can write songs, do you have any original songs?"

"Have."

"Can you sing?"

"can."

The vocal teacher happened to bring a guitar over today.

He took it out from the corner and handed it to Xiao A. He couldn't help being amused to see him adjust it with unfamiliar skills.

Sure enough, he is a layman who relies on connections.

Can't even debug well.

But in the end Xiao He was sitting in front of him.

He didn't dare to show it openly on his face, he just waited quietly.

After waiting for a while, Little A finished adjusting the guitar.

Although the technique is clumsy, the final effect is very good.

The vocal music teacher half-raised his eyebrows.

The negative favor towards him in my heart finally increased a little bit.

Little A had an injury on his foot, and it was hard for him to stand all the time, so he pulled a chair and sat down.

Before starting, he bowed politely to them.

The sound of the guitar sounded in the conference room, comfortable and gentle.

Although it is only a fairly simple melody, it quickly calms the heart down.

The young man's voice was clear and pure, with a bit of the bitterness of a young man.

It's a very unique sound.

Although his singing has no technique at all, it is full of emotion.

With a strong sense of penetration, people can be brought into his singing at once.

Xiao A sang the song that was sold by Lao Li before.

This song was later produced by the record company as a song on the theme of "depression", which was sung by a female singer. The popularity of singing is not very wide, but it is also quite famous in small circles.

The vocal music teacher had also heard this song before, and even downloaded it into his mobile phone, but he didn't expect that it was written by this completely amateur boy in front of him. The contempt for him was swept away in an instant, and he began to listen to him singing seriously.

"There are mixed truths and falsehoods in the world, she watched through the fog

Watch the calculation that is destined to come true

It is nothing but illusion. "

The original female voice is more expressing a sense of sadness and tearing.

Little A can't sing so high, it lowered the tone, and it doesn't have the painful atmosphere like the original version, but just calmly narrates, like a lake with a turbulent undercurrent and a calm surface.

"Her judgment of the world is dark as sweet as jam

Sometimes naively expect

Hope someone can read the answer. "

He played the guitar at a fairly amateur level and had to keep his eyes on the strings the whole time.

With drooping eyelashes, she looked extraordinarily clear and clean.

The song is gradually coming to an end.

The rhythm that was gradually accelerating slowed down at this time.

The boy's voice gradually weakened.

Like a sigh.

"She thought she should muster up her courage and hold on to the warmth of the world.

But when I looked up, I saw that the sky was getting dark

It seems that the world is too late. "

The guitar sound faded away.

The boy raised his eyes and smiled slightly at them.

The mole at the corner of the eye is full of tears.

With his fair and delicate face, like an elf, he suddenly hit their hearts.

The vocal music teacher looked at him blankly.

He opened his mouth half-open for a while, unable to speak.

It wasn't until JE coughed and pushed his arm that he woke up from the trance.

Hastily took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing.

In fact, composing and arranging are completely different things.

Arranging music requires a solid foundation in music theory, while composing music depends more on talent.

He has been in the circle for many years, and he has met many people who don't know music theory but can compose music, but no one can be as good as Xiao A.

Not to mention, he still has such a rare voice and expressive ability.

If you can take the route of singer-songwriter.

It's just a matter of time before it becomes popular.

But facing a newcomer.

Why don't you give it such a high rating?

The vocal teacher pondered for a moment.

Conclusions are given.

"Well... Although you are very talented and you sing very well, but your skills and basic skills are very weak. If you want to catch it, you may need to practice more..."

He picked out some obvious problems, but because this assessment is just for show, even if little A sings "Plucking Cotton" with penetrating insufficiency, and Mr. He is sitting here, he has to bite the bullet and praise him. let him pass.

So, after picking the thorn, he hurriedly changed the subject.

"But I am very optimistic about you. As long as you are willing to practice more, you will definitely become my best student."

Seeing the vocal teacher, JE secretly let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he should play.

Then I immediately asked Little A.

"I heard that you want to be a rapper, then you can't just sing, rap and rap, the most important thing is to talk."

He clapped his hands.

Greet little A as if encouraging.

"Come on, let me listen to your rap, and you can say hello to us with a freestyle."

Little A didn't prepare anything for a while, and put the guitar aside a little bit at a loss.

But he couldn't stand up to rap, and it was weird to sit, so he stood up awkwardly, and finally sat back.

Little A rubbed his temples and thought quickly in his mind.

Seeing that he was a little nervous, JE quickly relieved him.

"Don't worry, take your time."

He originally thought that he would meet an airborne soldier, and he was worried about how he should praise him to flatter him.

Looking at it now, he turned out to be a talented child.

Don't worry about how to praise him.

JE relaxed a lot, leaned back in the seat with ease, and waited to call it a day and go home to sleep.

Little A brewed for a long time, and finally brewed a result.

He took a deep breath and began his performance.

"Hey, Chunmian Bujuexiao, good morning teacher, my name is Xiao A, and I come from Magic Fairy Castle~"

JE:?

The time is too short, and I want to perform for my idol again.

Little A can hardly think, and the more he goes, the more he talks nonsense.

But the opening has begun, and I have to continue singing even if I bite the bullet.

So he continued to make up nonsense and switched to praise flow.

"Our school is all crazy, countless students are looking forward to your arrival every day

You can rap well, sing well, and dance like a pharaoh~"

JE:? ? ?

After Xiao A finished speaking, he realized that it was wrong.

So he quickly explained.

"Why Pharaoh, I don't know~

Never mind this, let's move on to the next one~"

Just made a mistake, Xiao A dare not act rashly again.

Try to stay awake and start the compliment again.

"You are my favorite boss, you are as indispensable as air

Although I'm noisy, I'm a bit talkative, I don't know how to introduce myself

If you are willing to teach, you are my grandma~"

JE:? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Are you kidding me bro?

=mouth=

After Xiao A sang, he still didn't feel that he had a problem.

He looked at him anxiously and expectantly, like a primary school student waiting for his essay results.

JE is regretting it now.

Very sorry.

He couldn't figure it out, why did he think little A was a talented kid just now?

What hell is this rapper from? !It's terrible!

Facing Xiao A's expectant eyes.

JE twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly.

Helplessly, President Xiao He sat beside him.

She kept a cold face the whole time without saying anything, and even winked at him quietly.

No, not...

How does this make him boast?

There is nothing to praise this young man at all!

"Uh……"

JE struggles to pick up his own broken language system.

Organize your compliments.

"You're just... amazing!"

He raised his arms high.

The movements are exaggerated as if they are filming a stage play.

"This rap is lively and lively, simple and sophisticated! It is the benchmark in the rap world! It is a rare masterpiece!"

I didn't expect to hear the idol blowing rainbow farts to myself.

Little A staring eyes: "Oh???"

"In the future, you will definitely become a rising star in the rapper world! A pillar of talent in the hip-hop world!"

JE endured a mouthful of old blood.

Blow him hard.

"Young man, what are you waiting for?! Sign the contract quickly and become my closed disciple!"

"Oh!!!"

Watching little A excitedly start to sign the contract with JE.

He Jiu pursed his lips, but the corners of his mouth still raised a little uncontrollably.

What a little fool.

However, within one night, the news of He Jiu's public proposal had already spread widely.

Xi Yan has always been a man who is at the forefront of gossip, how could he miss such a good show.

It was just noon.

He took a bunch of tomatoes and knocked on the door of He Jiu's office.

All he bought were large tomatoes, said to be ten catties, but in fact there were only a dozen of them.

Just like that, they were cleaned and piled up on He Jiu's desk. They were all shiny and plump, and Xi Yan wanted to eat them all.

Now the ironclad evidence is like a mountain, and it is a real blow to the face.

With the tomatoes in front of him, he didn't believe that He Jiu would play tricks.

Fortunately, He Jiu is really not a person who can play tricks.

Although he really hated tomatoes, no one in his life could successfully feed him into his mouth, but hoping to admit defeat and keep his word, he reached out and took one.

You can eat.

But he has to watch Little A eat.

It happened to be almost lunch time, so Xi Yan brought a lunch box by himself.

As soon as the box was unpacked, the screen hanging next to the sofa lit up. The screen showed a classroom, and little A was sitting in the middle, practicing vocalization with the teacher.

Then, he saw He Jiu looking at the screen with a smile.

He actually put the tomato in his mouth.

"........."

Although Xi Yan brought tomatoes.

But he didn't really expect He Jiu to be able to eat it.

After all, even Mrs. He, who is known for being ruthless and strict, couldn't subdue him.

He really didn't believe he could succeed.

Now seeing him really eat the tomato.

Xi Yan couldn't help but widen his eyes, shook his head and sighed.

"Hey, love makes people lose their sense of taste..."

But when he thought of the news that Mrs. He and Mr. He were about to return to China.

He couldn't help but sweat for He Jiu in his heart.

In Xi Yan's mind, Mrs. He is basically a cold, ruthless, rigid and harsh iceberg beauty.

Not to mention him and He Jiu, even the old Mr. He has to be afraid of her. Before marriage, he was a domineering and domineering president, but after marriage he became an out-and-out cowardly wife.

As a child who has never learned much since childhood, Xi Yan was extremely afraid of Mrs. He.

When he was a child, every time he went to play with He Jiu, he had to hide in fear, afraid of being seen by Mrs. He.

And the reason why He Jiu has never been in love until now.

And it's all due to her.

She is very cruel to He Jiu, and has always asked him to study severely, and if he fails the exam, he will be punished in various ways.

For example, when he was in the first grade of elementary school, he saw with his own eyes that He Jiu was forced to put on a small skirt by Mrs. He while crying because he scored 89 points in the exam, and was also grabbed by the back of the neck and forced to take a photo!

Afterwards, Mrs. He held the photos developed in the darkroom.

Not only did he have to show it to him, but he also threatened him, saying that if he scored below 90 in the test again, he would develop [-] photos and send them to all the teachers and classmates in his school!

what is this? !!

This is simply a devil!

And, as far as he knows.

When they were very young, many girls had a crush on He Jiu, secretly stuffing him with all kinds of things, love letters, snacks, scarves... everything.

But He Jiu never looked at anyone around him.

It's just because Mrs. He educated him like this.

"You can find a partner, but you can't find someone who is not as good as you!"

As he spoke, he might even take out a photo of him in women's clothing.

Pointing to his soft little face flushed from crying to show him.

"Remember, anything that doesn't look good like this is rubbish!"

He Jiu not only looks good now.

When I was a child, I was also a first-class beautiful child, with a different style of painting from everyone around me.

He probably remembered that photo, as well as Mrs. He's words.

So in his more than ten years of studying, he has never been able to find a more beautiful person than him, so he really has never been in love, it is simply a tragedy in the world!

A playboy like Xi Yan who can't live without being in love can't figure out how he survived all these years.

Could it be that he had been suppressed for too long before, so once he fell in love with someone, he suddenly became so perverted?

Looking at Little A on the screen, and He Jiu watching Little A eat half of a tomato.

Xi Yan couldn't help asking.

"Your parents are coming back soon, you leave this kid at home, what if they don't agree?"

"Disagree? That's impossible!"

He Jiu looked disdainful.

"I'm afraid you don't know it? Now in my house, my words still have some weight!"

"........."

real or fake?

Xi Yan looked at him suspiciously.

His face was full of disbelief.

He was about to speak when he suddenly heard a rushing sound from outside the office door, as if someone was running over quickly on stiletto heels.

Before he could react, the office door was pushed open with a slam.

A tall and elegant woman broke into the door, her gentle voice was full of anxiety.

"Jiu'er! You still...?!"

She was about to say something.

Suddenly the whole person froze in place.

Xi Yan followed her gaze.

He found that she was looking at He Jiu in astonishment, her mouth was half open and she forgot to close it.

Looking at the red fruit that was almost eaten by her baby son.

Mrs. He gasped.

She raised her hand tremblingly, pointing to the hills of tomatoes on the table.

Frightened.

"Small! You, you, you were pierced?!"

He Jiu:? ? ? ? ? ?

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Mrs. He: My son, who never ate tomatoes since he was a child, suddenly fell in love with tomatoes after a car accident. Did he get fooled or was he cheated?Very urgent, wait online!

Rap and lyrics stuck with me for a long time_(:зゝ∠)_

I don't understand why I would dig such a hole for myself.

PS: I think you can see that Mrs. He is an inherently funny

Sand sculpting is cool for a while, and sand sculpting is cool together OwO

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate [Nutrition Solution]: 6 bottles from the north of Shuofang; 5 bottles of Jingzhe and Jianli; 1 bottle of Mobai;