"When you say this, I really want to beat you up."

Eucalyptus globulus shrugged: "But the sound quality of this video is very poor. Everyone is focusing on your face, not many people are listening to the song."

"Let's wait for the official announcement," Zhou Yihang also hopes that everyone can see his singing instead of focusing on his appearance.

Sometimes being too handsome is a worry!

"As long as they have brains, they will definitely send out clearer videos."

Eucalyptus globulus continued to look at her phone, her fingers typing quickly, not knowing what she was doing:

"Senior, should we go to a more formal recording studio to record songs?"

"I took a look. If you want to register copyright online, this is a necessary condition. By the way, it also costs two hundred yuan in registration fees."

"Two hundred yuan?" Zhou Yihang frowned. This is almost as much as his food expenses for a week.

Eucalyptus globulus doesn’t care about the two hundred yuan:

"It's not expensive, but recording a song in a studio is more expensive. For us, it's suitable to charge based on the length of time. The cheapest one costs 1,000 an hour. If you need post-processing, you have to pay extra."

Zhou Yihang was silent.

He, to be precise, the original owner’s family conditions were not good.

The monthly living expenses are 1,200, and excluding food, there is barely much left.

There is actually another reason why the original owner is aloof. With more friends, various gatherings and socializing are necessary.

And all of this requires money.

Just like in their dormitory, almost every dinner party is in the cafeteria or the small fry shop in front of the school. Everyone tacitly takes care of the original owner.

"Why don't you find a part-time job!" Zhou Yihang's first reaction was this.

If it were him, he would have used his face to shoot some kind of print advertisement.

Now, he would never be able to spend 1,000 yuan to record a song.

"Can I record directly on my mobile phone?" Zhou Yihang asked.

"Senior, there will be an audit on the platform. If the sound quality is too poor, it will not pass. And if the sound quality is not good, it will also affect the spread of the song. We can't save money in this place!"

She vaguely noticed that Zhou Yihang seemed to be short of money.

But based on her understanding of boys, if she said that she would pay for it now, they would definitely be unhappy.

"Senior, we can also wait for the competition to end. It will only take a few days anyway. If we win the championship, we will have money."

The bonus is 10,000 yuan!

If they share a share in the chorus club, they will have thousands in their hands.

"Yeah." Zhou Yihang's expression softened: "I can let the heat ferment for a while in the past few days. It would be great if I could get out of the circle."

The first day of competition didn't end until the evening. Half of the participating clubs were eliminated, leaving only twenty.

Maibashe, represented by Zhou Yihang, ranked first on the first day with the highest score.

……

"Old Chen, how can you laugh so hard! Teacher Wang heard that you didn't get first place and said he wanted to question the professionalism of those music critics!"

Haicheng Conservatory of Music is one of the five major music conservatories in China.

Although it is not as orthodox as Yangyin, it has always been among the best in popular singing and has trained many pop singers.

A sophomore like Chen Xuefan can release an album, which is not unusual in Haiyin.

Their teacher was also a singer before, and a certain current diva is his student, and his status in the music world is not low.

"Teacher Wang is just like this..." Chen Xuefan walked carelessly on the boulevard. Everywhere in the school you can see promotional posters of seniors who became popular after their debut.

Every time he sees these posters, he wishes the people on them to become him.

"But if he saw Zhou Yihang's singing, he would agree with the music critic."

My friend opened his eyes wide:

"Brother, are you so angry? Where's your arrogance? You were never the type to admit defeat before!"

"It's not about admitting defeat, it's just about recognizing the strengths of others." Chen Xuefan raised his head, his black pupils reflecting the moonlight and fighting spirit:

"There are still many opportunities for me and him to compete in the future! His advantage is creation. There is not much difference in our timbres, but his technique is too rough."

"Singers, after all, have to speak on stage." Chen Xuefan smiled: "Unless he can always rely on golden songs to arouse the audience's emotions, but this is too difficult!"

In another building of Haicheng Conservatory of Music, a balding middle-aged man sat in the office with a ferocious expression.

"In a municipal competition, our students didn't get first place? This is so embarrassing! And they lost to someone from Maiba Club!"

He sneered and then received a picture on his phone.

When I clicked on it, I saw it was a photo of Zhou Yihang.

Teacher Wang suddenly became excited, like a detective who suddenly found a hidden clue:

"I knew it!"

"These music critics are just for traffic! Look, this face has the word "rice circle" written all over it! It seems that they are deliberately suppressing my students!"

"No wonder the music scene is getting worse and worse. It's all because of this group of music critics and audiences who only want traffic!"

He was about to call and scold these music critics, but reason prevailed.

"Forget it, let's listen to how he sings first. Only by analyzing it frame by frame can we better see the difference between him and my students."

"I will silence them!"

Soon, Teacher Wang found the official live broadcast replay.

He didn't even notice that for such an account with less than four figures of followers, the number of live replays had exceeded 10,000.

A few minutes later.

Teacher Wang froze in front of the computer, as if he was petrified.

"Fortunately I didn't call..."

He lowered his head and felt lucky.

"Where did this Zhou Yihang come from?"

"Why didn't you sign up for the Conservatory of Music for such a good young talent?"

"Chen Xuefan, you didn't lose unjustly."

Although he protects his shortcomings, he is still professional.

He could see at a glance that Zhou Yihang had unlimited potential.

Being able to create is really a plus!

Moreover, the quality of this song has already booked the number one spot this year in Teacher Wang’s heart.

"Since I noticed you, it's fate."

Teacher Wang put on his glasses, touched his head that was a little cold due to the wind, then turned on the computer and started writing the music review seriously.

The warm light is still ringing in Zhou Yihang's dormitory.

But Zhou Yihang is not in the dormitory, he is standing alone in the corridor making a phone call.

On the other end of the phone, Li Liqiong's voice felt familiar yet strange to Zhou Yihang.

"Is your throat feeling good? Drink more hot water."

"Well, it's pretty good. Mom... have you seen my performance?"

"Look, it's very good! You are very busy now, so Mom won't disturb you."

"If you are short of money, just tell your mom. By the way, if you want to buy musical instruments or something, just tell your mom. We can't save money that we shouldn't."

"I'm not short of money, Mom, good night."

Zhou Yihang held the phone tightly and heard Wang Yu's voice coming from behind the dormitory door:
Chapter completed!