Chapter 83

After class, students from neighboring classes and even other grades heard the news, and song Ya's hand was sour. At noon, he almost caused a riot in the canteen, and the order was restored under the pressure of the vice principal.

"It seems that my choice is right. The 100 platinum singles are not as famous as the singers in front of the stage..."

Song ya, who confirms that she is really popular, sneaks into the squash hall in order to avoid the crowd after school.

Swing the racket and smash the squash on the wall again and again. There is only boring swing and "bang! Bang! " Sound.

After a while, "Hi, aplus." The white girl who teased her last time appeared again.

"Hi..."

Song Ya had to shoot the ball to the corner and said hello to the girl. Her hands were behind her. Her white shorts and T-shirt made her look at her figure. Her high chest fluctuated violently. She didn't know whether she was tired or nervous.

"I'm in the badminton club over there." She pointed out.

"Cool."

After experiencing the Hali dental incident, song Ya knows that this kind of sending children into a good private middle-class family has a little social energy in the local area. Besides, there is an old saying that rabbits don't eat grass on the edge of their nests. Obviously, the other party intends to pretend to be stupid. This kind of girl is not so easy to get rid of.

"Do you have time in the evening? Maybe we can go to a movie. "

The girl is more active than the last time. Song Ya feels that she is not only intentional, but also a little bit quick.

"Er I have to practice singing at night He declined.

"What song do you practice? A new song? "

"There are, and old songs have to be practiced."

“Icanfeelthatbodyshake，Andtheheatbetweenyourlegs……”

The girl casually sang two more explicit lyrics, and shyly bowed her head and chuckled, "is this the song? Am I right to sing like this? " When I raised my head again, my eyes were already affectionate, and I didn't forget to nibble on Song Ya's lips. "Or, take me to visit your recording studio."

Wait a minute. What's the matter with your slight bitches! "Yeah, I sent this song..."

Song Ya's voice did not fall, "bichi!" Several black girls appeared from behind the good girl, and the elder sister in charge of the team gave her a push, "while everyone is not paying attention to ah?"

"Hey! What are you doing? Bullying? I'll sue the teacher! " Good girl warned her.

"Yeah, go to sue, Biyi ah Chi..." Then a black girl began to show her racial talent.

The good girl looked at Song Ya and saw that he didn't have the meaning of hero saving the United States, "OK, OK, you wait." A wave of hair, puffed away.

"Hey, aplus." The fat elder sister held out her fist at Song Ya's head. "My name is Denise in grade 12. She is..."

The eldest sister introduced several younger sisters to song Ya in a very social way. "We have set up a fan club for you, so that we can participate in it. In the future, I will cover you in the school, and I will guarantee that there will be no more bichi to harass you."

"Yeah, Denise's family is in PN, oh..." A little sister helped.

There's a bunch of girls in this private school?

Song Ya is puzzled to touch with her and then react to come over, not right! PN？ PeopleNation？ Isn't that an alliance with the rival gangs that GD killed in the South City? The other party even does not know their own background to rush to make friends, it seems that the false social people are correct.

Song Ya kept silent and pretended to be happy.

"Don't disturb you, keep playing. Remember, I'll cover you."

Denise was amused by song ya. She also had a lot of face in front of the little girls. She said goodbye happily.

"Alas

Song Ya fooled them away and sighed, "can't you stay here? Are you going to move to a noble school next year? Aplus moved three times

"Was there a fight here just now?"

After a while, the teacher came. He was a PE teacher who taught small balls. A middle-aged white man who liked to wear a sweater on his shoulder and then tied a knot on his chest with two sleeves. As soon as he came over, he said something. It seems that the good girl really went to sue the teacher.

"Nothing. They're kidding." Song Ya replied.

"Hum."

The PE teacher threw him a pamphlet, "there will be a squash competition for teenagers in February. You can go on behalf of our school."

"I'm playing squash just to keep quiet. Hello Song Ya secretly make complaints about it and look down at the time, and return the book to the teacher. "I may not go."

"Must go! I know you do well in school, but you have the obligation to win honor for the school if you join the sports club, otherwise I can deduct your credits and I don't care whether you are a singer or not. " The PE teacher threatened severely.

"I can't go."

"Hum, you can't deduct credits?"

"Don't deduct my credits, teacher. I can't go...""Did you have anything important that day?"

"I'm going to Grammy!"

"Glen Beauty? "

"Yes! Grammy Awards

Well, the teacher is reasonable. Song Ya keeps his credit. He raises his collar, shrinks his neck and goes to the parking lot to drive F150 a + records.

In the control room, Dilai was discussing the sampling plan with the hired musicians. The musicians brought several girls to sit on the sofa together, holding glasses and chatting with each other. It seems that the wine cabinet in the control room has also been set up. Fortunately, under song Ya's firm control, there will be no bad smell of leaves.

Al was pulled to a radio show by A. the two were blowing in the studio.

"Why is it more and more like old Joe's music..."

Song Ya murmurs into the office, where song a Sheng and an old Chinese man are already waiting.

"Boss..." He pointed to his watch as a sign that Sonya was late.

"Oh! I forgot about it. "

Song Ya patted his forehead and remembered that he had made an appointment with a tailor to measure his own size. This old man was introduced by song a Sheng. It is said that he is a very powerful red band tailor in Ningbo. He has been in the United States for decades.

"The boss wants to wear this dress to the Grammy, regardless of how much it costs. If it's done well, you know?"

Song a Sheng is nagging on the side. The old man just promises.

Song Ya stood up straight and asked him to measure all parts of his body, with a cloth sample in his hand, and chose the most secure dark color.

Grammys are not as well dressed as Oscars, and singers are generally on the front line of the trend. Columbia Records also suggests that fashion is more important than formal for dress selection at the awards ceremony. Song Ya plans to change the expensive version according to his usual dress. He has to deal with it. He doesn't have to go on stage anyway. But after the celebration reception is different, generally requires formal dress, the more formal the better, dress can be, tuxedo is better.

Even if the tuxedo is not accepted by song Ya's aesthetics, it is better to wear the tuxedo.

Maria Carey has won five nominations and live performance opportunities. No surprise, the best new singer is sure to win. Other awards say it's luck. The public relations ability of Columbia Records is more important.

"For the Grammy Awards on February 20th, you have to deliver at least before the 15th." Song Ya sent the tailor and song a Sheng out of the door and told him.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

They left.

The girls brought by those musicians should have seen themselves. One of them, on the pretext of going to the bathroom, went out and bumped into song Yahuai who was preparing to go back to the office.

"I'm sorry, are you ok Wow, are you aplus? I... "

The other party pretends to be very similar, but song Ya is already an old river lake, "it's OK." Waiting for the other party to finish, politely side by, stride back to the office, close the door.

He swept the agent's business card on the desk into the drawer, and then threw the singer's resume into the shredder He turned on the gramophone with complacency and practiced his songs for the performance on the late night show.

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