The queen’s wife is on the show, I can’t hide it anymore

In the living room, after Zheng Yan finished eating and cleaning up, Qian Xichun also happened to end the live broadcast.

"Xi Chun, what happened to you just now, are you not feeling well?"

Zheng Yan remembered Qian Xichun's abnormal performance before, so he sat down next to Qian Xichun and asked with concern.

"Yes, I went to rest first."

Qian Xichun replied in a flat tone, and immediately got up and walked towards his room, and the mode of getting along with Zheng Yan returned to the previous polite and somewhat alienated state.

"Even if you want to rest, you have to wash, and now this is obviously angry with me."

Could it be that what I said earlier made Qian Xichun dissatisfied?

Zheng Yan scratched his head suspiciously, a little puzzled by Qian Xichun's sudden temper.

He thought that he had cooperated with Qian Xichun very much tonight, and he really couldn't understand what Qian Xichun was thinking.

Early the next morning, Qian Xichun didn't even say hello to Zheng Yan, and quickly left the house alone.

When Zheng Yan woke up, he found that Qian Xichun had left, and sent him a message that he would record a new program in half a month and would not go home again.

Zheng Yan was not surprised by Qian Xichun's approach, Qian Xichun used to inform him of things in this way, but now he just returned to his original state.

Qian Xichun's matter was quickly left behind by Zheng Yan, and he still had no idea about Qian Xichun for the time being.

Naturally, he will not become troubled by the change in Qian Xichun's attitude.

After cleaning up the house a little, Zheng Yan turned on the computer and played an online game of "Poor Road".

This game is very money-burning, Zheng Yan recharged almost 10,000 yuan, but was still pressed and beaten by many players, so angry that he wanted to continue to recharge.

Fortunately, he still resisted the urge to charge money, and if he couldn't win against those krypton gold warriors, he went to bully those newcomers who didn't charge money, and he was also able to play very cheerfully.

"Cousin, I passed today's audition!"

Just when Zheng Yan singled out five whiteboard players alone and was having fun, Wang Zhipeng called over and excitedly reported the latest situation.

"Congratulations, you have not lived up to your recent hard training."

Zheng Yan congratulated Wang Zhipeng, and his face was also full of gratification.

A few days ago, Wang Zhipeng and others trained hard, he saw it in his eyes, and now he finally has a harvest.

"It's a pity that Wang Yang's reincarnation band also passed this audition, and still didn't share the winner or loser with him."

Wang Zhipeng's tone was slightly lower, and he said a news that surprised Zheng Yan.

"Could it be that Xia Guo's band strength is so poor?"

This idea suddenly popped up in Zheng Yan's mind.

He is very clear about the strength of the reincarnation band, and he is half a pound and eight taels with the flying band before his guidance.

This kind of band's cooperation can pass the audition of "New Force of the Band", which makes him inevitably a little disappointed with this show.

Wang Zhipeng's mood quickly returned to normal, and after thanking Zheng Yan for a few words, he hung up the phone and made an appointment to discuss in detail when they met tomorrow.

Tomorrow is Sunday, and Zheng Yan is going to teach Wang Zhipeng the piano.

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The next day, Zheng Yan came to Wang Zhipeng's house as promised, and Wang Xingye and Du Xiuling were also there.

"Cousin, it's bad this time."

As soon as Zheng Yan entered the living room, Wang Zhipeng complained to Zheng Yan with a slumped face.

There is no more excitement about passing the audition of "New Forces of the Band".

"What's wrong, shouldn't you be happy to pass the audition?

Could it be that I haven't practiced piano this week, and I feel that I can't catch up with the performance of my classmates' birthday party? Zheng

Yan had been training with Wang Zhipeng last night, and he knew very well that Wang Zhipeng had no time to practice the piano.

Now Wang Zhipeng's face is so bad, he naturally thinks about it.

Considering that Du Xiuling and Wang Xingye were sitting not far away, Zheng Yan also deliberately replaced the title of Goddess Wang Zhipeng with a classmate.

"Ah, yes, Fifi will celebrate her birthday soon, and I haven't practiced my piano yet."

Wang Zhipeng exclaimed, and his mood became more impatient.

"Zhipeng, who is Feifei?"

Du Xiuling and Wang Xingye were originally discussing things, and when they heard the name in Wang Zhipeng's mouth, they immediately turned their heads in unison, and their eyes were full of interrogation when they looked at Wang Zhipeng.

"Just an ordinary student, you guys will leave me alone, I will continue to discuss things with my cousin."

Wang Zhipeng smiled awkwardly, hurriedly changed the topic, and told Zheng Yan about his troubles.

"Cousin, this time "New Force of the Band" has a rule, if you can sing your own original, you will get a certain amount of extra points.

That Wang Yang does not talk about martial virtue, and has actually bought a new song in advance.

The strength of the reincarnation band is already inferior to ours, but now with the blessing of new songs, it is not necessarily.

Wang Yang and I had an agreement before, whoever can go further in "New Forces of the Band" is the first band of Changhai No. 3 Middle School.

If Wang Yang had obtained a mentor this time and turned around and I hadn't, then my face in Changhai No. 3 Middle School would have been lost. Wang

Zhipeng attached great importance to the name of the first band of Changhai No. 3 Middle School, and this time he was really anxious, and after telling Zheng Yan the cause and consequence, he pleaded with Zheng Yan:

"Cousin, you should know a lot of composers, can you help me get a new song."

Zheng Yan didn't understand Wang Zhipeng's mood a little.

Is the title of the number one in the Changhai Three Middle School Band really that important?

But what Zheng Yan has in his mind is that when he has been fine in the past two years, he will write songs to register copyrights, and there are almost five hundred songs in stock on the computer, and picking a capital at random can solve Wang Zhipeng's current dilemma.

Just when Zheng Yan was thinking about whether to give Wang Zhipeng a song, Du Xiuling, who was eavesdropping on the side, came over angrily and taught Wang Zhipeng a lesson:

"Didn't you say that "New Forces of the Band" will officially start recording next week?

Your name is Zheng Yan, where to find you a suitable new song now, and also leave you time to practice, aren't you strong?

Besides, good songs don't need money, do you want your cousin to give you a new song for free?

Next, you should try to practice the songs you have prepared, and don't think about these opportunistic things.

Wang Zhipeng was educated by Du Xiuling, and also felt that his idea just now was too naïve, nodded with a bleak expression, and did not continue to pester Zheng Yan.

But then Wang Zhipeng's mood was still affected, not only did he practice the piano messily, but he didn't even have the heart to eat much for lunch, and he looked depressed.

"Zheng Yan, I'll talk to you about something."

After lunch, Wang Xingye, who had not spoken before, suddenly beckoned Zheng Yan to the second floor.

"Zheng Yan, do you have the channel to get a song suitable for Zhipeng in these two days, money is not a problem."

Wang Xingye did not beat around the bush, and went up to the second floor to ask Zheng Yan in a sincere tone.

In fact, as Wang Xingye, as long as he releases a little news, he can receive countless songs in time.

It's just that he is not a person in the industry after all, and it is really difficult to find a song suitable for Wang Zhipeng within a day or two.

And Zheng Yan is different, Zheng Yan has studied music for many years and should know many related friends, plus his wife is a diva, the probability of finding a good song will obviously be much greater than him.

"There is a song, a song that my friend gave me before is suitable for Zhipeng to sing, I will write this song to Zhipeng later."

Zheng Yan hesitated for a moment, and then said his decision in Wang Xingye's surprised eyes.

The reason why Zheng Yan has not expressed his position on sending songs before is because he does not want to treat these good songs as Chinese cabbage and give them to others casually.

And Wang Zhipeng's singing skills did not reach the standard he wanted, so he would always hesitate.

But now that the richest man begged him so, he really didn't want to give Wang Xingye face, and finally decided to give Wang Zhipeng a song.

"Zheng Yan, this time I will owe you a favor.

I'll pay for the song later, and I'll credit it directly to your account. "

Wang Xingye, as the top few people in Xia Guo's wealth, can usually keep his face unchanged in the face of billions of losses.

But today, just because Zheng Yan was able to solve Wang Zhipeng's dilemma, he couldn't help but show an excited expression.

It can be seen how much he values Wang Zhipeng in his heart.

Zheng Yan did not refuse the idea of Wang Xingye giving him money, he was very confident in his songs, which would definitely make Wang Xingye worth the money.