August 8th, Saturday, the Beginning of Autumn. This is the sixth day after Song Yi and Xu Shuangcheng arrived at the Demon City.

It was just dawn, and the buildings and the streets were still cool at night. The early autumn in the Magic City was still hot and it would not cool down until the end of August.

At around six o'clock in the morning, Song Yi got up and went to the kitchen to plug in an electric kettle to boil water. This is a community near Songjiang University Town.

He and Xu Shuangcheng looked for an agent yesterday to see the house. After seeing a few houses, they decided to set up this two-bedroom and one-living room staircase.

The owner is a retired teacher at Donghua University. The furniture and appliances of the house are not that new, but they are all complete and useful. The most important thing is that the surrounding environment is quiet and there is a large balcony that can overlook Donghua University Songjiang Campus, with a beautiful scenery.

The rent is 3,800 yuan per month, and the deposit is 1.

Song Yi and Xu Shuangcheng are apart. In another month, both of them will come to Modu City to go to college. He will attend Modu City University of International Business and Economics, while Xu Shuangcheng is admitted to Modu City University of Finance and Economics. Song Yi made up his mind early to live outside the school.

The main campus of Modu University of Finance and Economics is in Yangpu, which is in the city. However, rents are signed from one year.

So even though Xu Shuangcheng likes the prosperity of the Mocheng City, he can only follow him to rent a house in Songjiang University Town. Xu Shuangcheng University did not plan to live outside the campus.

The two moved in yesterday afternoon, cleaning, buying toothbrushes, sheets, mats, etc. They asked for leave last night but didn't go to Jasmine Bar. This afternoon, they would go to the Modu Film and Television City to say goodbye to their cousin Tang Ren and take some of the luggage left there.

After washing up in a few seconds, he poured the boiling water into the kettle, which contained the Biluochun tea leaves he bought, which were cold. Seeing that there was no movement in Xu Shuangcheng's room who had agreed to go for a morning jog last night, Song Yi took the key and went downstairs.

It was past six o'clock, and the university town was very quiet. The morning breeze blew the trees on both sides of the road outside the school. The green leaves in late summer and early autumn swayed in the morning breeze, like whispers.

Song Yi jogged along the sidewalk on the inside of the wide avenue. He ran around the University of Foreign Studies, University of International Business and Economics, and School of Film and Arts, and bought two breakfasts in the roadside breakfast shop:

Soup buns, salty soy milk, fried dough sticks, tea eggs, scallion oil pancakes.

When I returned to the community, the sun had already risen.

Song Yi took a shower, changed into dry clothes, poured tea from the kettle into his water cup, and quickly killed a cup to replenish the moisture lost after running. Then he sat in the restaurant next to the balcony and started eating breakfast slowly.

Admire the scenery in Donghua University opposite the balcony: playground, teaching building, tree-lined path, and lake water.

Because it was Saturday morning, there were a little fewer pedestrians on campus.

The soup has thin skin and large fillings. It is very satisfying to have a bite of the soup. Song Yi bought three-flavored flavors. Then he took a sip of salty soy milk.

The soy milk comes back and is filled with a bowl. The bowl contains chopped green onions, pickled vegetables, shrimp skin, soy sauce, and it is silky and warm.

Song Yi took another bite of the crispy fried dough sticks.

happy!

This is breakfast!

Song Yi looked at the two-bedroom house.

Leisure, stable, quiet and comfortable.

Renting a house may only be a comfortable place for "Xiao Song" and Xu Shuangcheng to live in the summer, and living alone is a novel experience for high school students. But for him, this is a preliminary gain in the world.

The inexplicable negative emotions that came from his heart, such as panic, uneasiness, and other inexplicable feelings gradually sootheed.

However, now is not the time to enjoy life. Xiaofu is unsatisfied with the idea of ​​being at peace. He still has to continue his goal: to make music and make money.

In the morning, Song Yi and Xu Shuangcheng swept the shared bicycle, carried their backpacks and water to practice singing in the country park adjacent to the university town.

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Hengshan Road, Jasmine Bar. It is around 5 p.m.

Wu Xuan was talking to a young man in a bar. If Song Yi was here, he would naturally recognize him. This young man was Han Dongfang, the lead singer and captain of the Muskets band.

"Sister Xuan, I know that our recent recording of songs has affected the performance time of the bar. Please believe us, we will adjust it and will not affect the performance plan of the bar."

Han Dongfang had short hair, sharp eyes, about 1.77 meters, had chest muscles, and was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. He gave people a sense of perseverance and sharpness.

Wu Xuan still refused: "I decided not to stop working with you because you reduced the number of performances. But after recording the song, you will come to the Jasmine Bar to perform, and your level will drop very quickly."

Han Dongfang refused to accept this statement and said dissatisfiedly: "Sister Xuan, when did we finish singing, the venue was not hot? When did there be less applause and screams?"

He was very imposing and had sharp eyes.

Wu Xuan's delicate melon-shaped face was not turbulent, "Our Jasmine Bar is not just about listening to music and selling wine, but also about the benefits of online live broadcasts. Your scene is indeed very hot, but that is just an advantage brought by live rock performances. Whether you sing well, the audience in the live broadcast room can judge whether your rewards are falling sharply."

Han Dongfang's momentum suddenly fell and was speechless. "..." After recording the song, his voice was in a state of fatigue. It was difficult to sing well.

Wu Xuan said lightly: "I am responsible for the quality of the bar program."

Han Dongfang pursed his lips and said, "Manager Wu, I still stick to my opinion!" He walked out of the Jasmine Bar and called their band's agent.

Jasmine Bar is not the bar with the highest turnover every night on Hengshan Road. The kind of bar that plays with cafes: disco, dj, beauty, slightly larger venue, and millions of sales per night are easy.

However, Jasmine Bar is the most popular place for singers. Singing a song or two, the bar will give you hundreds of dollars in just over ten minutes, and you will also add the rewards from live broadcasts on the Internet, as well as the rewards from guests on site, so the income will easily exceed 1,000 in one night.

Don't make this money too good.

He formed a band with Moyin's classmates and played music. Although he had signed a record company, they didn't want to lose the "Meicha" who sang in Jasmine Bar.

More than ten minutes later, Wu Xuan received a call from her boss Li Ergou, "Xiaoxuan, the boss of the Musket Band, Fatty Luo, called me. Xiao Han and the others were not convinced and wanted to arrange a replacement singer with you to compete with them. Whoever wins will stay."

Wu Xuan raised her eyebrows and said, "Boss, I will decide the bar program..."

Li Ergou was taking his two daughters for a weekend vacation in another place. He laughed and said, "Xiaoxuan, you don't feel confident in this? Who did you arrange to knock the Musket Band off? I think, I think.

It's Xiao Song's Flower Band, right? Hehe. The young man is handsome, very handsome, calm, and talented and able to write songs. He will come to the Magic City to study in college in September. The female junior holds gold bricks..."

Wu Xuan's pretty face, as delicate as jade, suddenly turned red, like a piece of red cloth, as beautiful as the peach blossoms in the spring, extremely charming, and interrupted angrily: "Boss, let me say I'm angry again! I'll treat him as my brother..."

Li Ergou said: "Okay, okay, don't say it. I won't say it anymore. Xiaoxuan, the Musket Band is really not good at singing it?"

Wu Xuan said: "They only perform three shows a week, two songs each time, and sometimes they secretly practice their new songs. The atmosphere on the scene is still very popular, but the evaluation of them in the live broadcast room is very poor. The reward flow plummeted."

She asked the day before yesterday that Song Yi had another new song. She was willing to give him more time to perform.

The Musket Band is the worst performer at Jasmine Bar, so of course it is to take them down.

Li Ergou: "Xiaoxuan, you are doing the right thing! Singers actually don't know whether they are popular or not. It is difficult to say what the popularity of the venue is less than a few hundred people. On the contrary, Internet popularity is a very intuitive standard."

Wu Xuan: "Yes."

Li Ergou: "Then let them compete tonight. If the Musket Band wins, you will arrange their performance until six o'clock when there are fewer people. Song Yi and the others will take a break for a few days. Wait until the Musket Band leaves before coming."

He must be directed towards his own people.

If he compares, he really doesn't like Song Yi's two big boys' Flower Band! Good songs are not that easy to write.

Song Yi has a good voice when singing popular classic songs, but their singing skills are too average, at least inferior to singers from the Musket Band, a professional college.

Of course, Wu Xuan also knew Song Yi’s shortcomings: she had a good voice, but her singing skills were mediocre and needed to be practiced. She didn’t have a good idea, so she was not confident when answering the boss’s words just now. Seeing that the boss had arranged it, she thought about it and said, “Okay.”

Li Ergou smiled and said, "Okay, I'll call Fatty Luo."

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Song Yi and Xu Shuangcheng had a big meal with their cousin Tang Ren in the Modu Film and Television City to express their gratitude, and then took a taxi back to Hengshan Road.

Wu Xuan sent Song Yi a WeChat message before 6:00 pm, and asked them to go there early in the evening if there was something to do.

"Old Song, what's the matter with Sister Xuan?" Xu Shuangcheng asked curiously in the car.

Song Yi was also a little confused and said, "She didn't say it. We only knew it after we went."

While having dinner, the two of them told their cousin Tang Ren about singing in the bar. Tang Ren has worked hard in the Magic City for many years and is still in the film and television industry. It is really fast to make money in this circle.

My cousin and Song Yi made several thousand dollars in a few days of singing. He did not doubt the plot, asked about the situation, told them to pay attention to safety, and agreed to help them hide it from their home for the time being.

The two of them took a taxi and took a straight line to the city, then took a few stops to the subway to Hengshan Road. When they were off work, the main roads in the Modu City were still congested.

At around 8:40, I rushed to Jasmine Bar and was called to the back door of the bar by Wu Xuan, and told me that the Muskets Band were going to compete with them.

"ah…"

Xu Shuangcheng grew his mouth slightly. They had been together at Jasmine Bar for several days, so they were naturally very clear that they were very good at singing on stage.

Like Zhu Sisi they knew, the high notes were amazing. He Zhou, with a smoky voice, and a singing voice, was very contagious. Lao Hu, a singer who sang and danced with a strong and passionate singing, had a very amazing lung capacity. How could ordinary people do that while dancing and singing?

According to Song Yi, Jasmine Bar is equivalent to a small variety show singing program. Therefore, live broadcasts on tiger fish are very popular.

So, can the two high school students, rookies, compare to the Musket Band that graduated from Magic Sound? The popularity a few days ago was based on Song Yi's good songs. However, the singing skills and breath are much different.

I didn’t see you going to Jasmine Bar for the first time to try singing, but my boss Li Ergou refused?

Seeing Xu Shuangcheng's timid appearance and looking at the silent handsome boy, Wu Xuan couldn't help but sigh in her heart and comforted the two of them, "This is my arrangement that has implicated you."
Chapter completed!