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Chapter 974

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I Can Do It

The next day, the bright sunlight shone through the window and onto Song Yaoyao's face.

Her back was aching, and she sobbed as she buried her head deeper into the blanket.

The next moment, the curtains closed and the room returned to darkness.

After a night, a certain someone felt refreshed.

As for Song Yaoyao, she felt like the pitiful person in the novel who was sucked dry by the demon.

Sad, lamentable!



Time flew by.

Currently, The Legend of Yan Fei had been completed and only lacked a theme song.

Xu Yue was currently in charge of managing the studio with An Feiran. She would ask Hou Jiu and Song Yaoyao for the general direction of the collaboration.

After all, Hou Jiu was not only in charge of the studio.

The school cafeteria was bustling with people. In a quiet corner.

Xu Yue said, "I've contacted a few lyricists, but they either can't make time or have no inspiration. I've been rejected several times."

Tang Xinrou rubbed her stomach. "What do you mean they can't make time? To put it bluntly, they just don't like us."

Song Yaoyao was quite famous, but not all of the talented ones cared about her status.

The more famous a lyricist was, the more they cherished their reputation. These people might not be able to produce a song in a year, but every time they did, it would be a masterpiece.

The kind that was written for international directors.

In terms of seniority, Song Yaoyao was indeed too young.

Xu Yue said, "Actually, we don't have to find those old artists."

"That won't do. Our production is so good! Are we not worthy? " Tang Xinrou was unhappy. She was the female lead this time. "If it really doesn't work, I'll slap myself in the face and go back to my aunt for help."

Xia Rao had been in the industry for so many years. The resources and connections in her hands were something that Tang Xinrou could never catch up to.

Song Yaoyao glanced at her when she heard Xia Rao.

"Don't disturb her. You want to write the lyrics, right? Let me. "

Tang Xinrou and Xu Yue immediately turned to look at Song Yaoyao.

"You're here?"

Song Yaoyao nodded with a serious expression. "I'll do it!"

Song Yaoyao wasn't just joking. After they parted ways at the cafeteria, Song Yaoyao returned to the dormitory and began to search for information. She sent a list of books to Ho Si and asked him to send it over.

When Ye Meichen and Wang Jiayu returned to the dormitory after class, they saw several stacks of new books in the dormitory. There was also the smell of printing ink in the air.

The two of them looked at each other, dumbfounded.

Directing was no longer able to satisfy their genius roommate, so was she planning to enter the music industry?

Song Yaoyao read it seriously and stayed in the dormitory for two consecutive days. On the third day, she gave Xu Yue a draft and asked her to look for Luo Xingguang.

The lyrics were rich with ancient charm. Song Yaoyao also added a poem by Li Qingzhao.

In fact, before Song Yaoyao planned to contact Luo Xingguang, Luo Xingguang had already written the theme song for Yan Fei Zhuan in advance.

When he saw the lyrics sent by Xu Yue, he silently scrapped his original lyrics.

Sure enough —

Never underestimate a genius.

After slightly changing the tune, Luo Xingguang entered the recording studio and sang while playing the guitar to find the feeling. The more he sang, the smoother it became.

When he encountered a part that needed to be changed, he would stop and quickly mark it on the paper with a pen.

After changing it, on the day of the official recording, Luo Xingguang's old acquaintances, who often worked with him, were stunned.

"Lao Luo, not bad. I haven't seen you for a few days and the lyrics have become more and more beautiful."

Luo Xingguang cast a sidelong glance at him and threw the draft paper over.

"You guessed wrong this time. The song is composed by me, but the lyrics are written by someone else."

(End of chapter)

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