Chapter 110

"Bang! Bang! "

Song Ya was sweating like rain. The squash Hall of the school seemed to be opened for him alone. His playing skills improved by leaps and bounds. The three male students in the original club could not bear to be abused and transferred to other groups. Therefore, it became a temple where he lived alone and fought with himself through the wall. He believed that this sport would help him to keep his head clear and calm.

"Hi."

Fergie leaned by the door to say hello.

"Didn't Hayden tell you? Don't touch me at school. " Put down the racket and gave her a cold look.

The girl tied a ponytail today. The short pleated skirt and half tight long sleeve T-shirt of the school cheerleading team decorated her body curve perfectly, especially her heavy chest. Song Ya could not help but imagine her jumping with the cheerleading team.

Wait, no! Cheerleading Girls in American schools are usually the backyard of boys in football, basketball, baseball and other clubs. It's not for the sake of sending soup to others that they pay for their own money. "The cheerleading team will be returned tomorrow. Your contract clearly stipulates that dance training should be maintained and no other dangerous sports that may lead to injury are allowed."

"Is cheerleading a dangerous sport?" Fergie pouted. "I just passed the interview. I was a cheerleader at the school in Los Angeles."

"Why not, or do you want me to talk to your sister?"

In the United States and the areas affected by American culture, cheerleading girls generally have to do somersault, up throw, air twist and other dangerous movements, and the amount of training is still large.

"No, I'll quit." Fergie succumbed. "Can you accompany me to the stylist later?" She noticed the focus of song Ya's eyes and stood up with pride.

Song Ya frowned. "You think too much. I'll let Hayden have a good talk with you later."

All white girls are child stars. The short girl in front of her is much more difficult than the stupid Mila, but it's OK. Song Ya likes to try different tastes.

When it comes to taste, on the badminton court outside the gate, the figure of a good girl Cassidy appears in Song Ya's view. She is waving her racket absently and glancing at herself and Fergie from time to time.

Hey, hey Don't you say it's none of your business?

Looking directly at the past, and her eyes on, the good girl quickly turned her face away.

Song yaxingzhi came and decided to change the way he played. He took a check from his bag in the corner of the wall and shook it at feiji. "This is your installation fee. I have already said hello to the stylist. She will take it to your shopping mall later."

"Wow." Fergie saw the number 3000 on the check, and her eyes glowed, "boss, you are the most handsome!"

The check was made out by a + record company. Not only feiji, but also herself and Daley al paid for the installation fee, F150 purchase money, and even some expenses of home and abroad.

Song Ya crooked her fingers with a check.

Fergie hesitated for a few seconds and walked in through the door.

Song Ya suddenly raised her hand and let her outstretched hand catch a void.

"Er..." Fergie's hand was in the air, embarrassed to squeeze out a smile, "boss?"

"What's the rush? All the checks have been written and they can't fly away." With a meaningful smile, Songya pushed the check down her collar.

"You are harassment..." The girl blushed.

"That's right." Song Ya admitted this time shamelessly, put his mouth close to her ear and said softly, "otherwise, why do you think I signed you?"

He noticed that the girl wanted to dodge, and put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Feiji sends out a exclamation, song Ya can finally feel the double big soft, comfortable

She wriggled restlessly, breathing more and more heavily, but song Ya's experience was better. He held the girl's chin with his other hand and raised her head against his four eyes.

The girl from the face has been red to the neck and back of the ear root, big eyes finally did not have that shrewd, only restless and confused.

"I didn't expect you to be so inexperienced, material girl."

Song Ya laughed in secret. She scraped her thumb in the lovely groove of her chin, then pointed at the red lip and directly kissed it.

The girl was paralyzed in his body, ten seconds later, she passively opened her teeth and closed her eyes.

For a long time, her lips slowly separated, and the girl was reluctant to give up. Subconsciously, she stood on tiptoe to think enough. When she found that she had not reached it, she opened her eyes slightly and found that she was being watched by song Ya with a smile. She was embarrassed and embarrassed. She slapped song Ya on the chest, "you are dead."

"All right."

Protect the food, song Ya is not in a hurry to eat, pointing to the wrist watch, "you should go to the stylist."

"Well, um..." The girl buried her head in his arms again and didn't want to leave.

"Good."

Song Ya pushed Fergie to the door and again looked at Cassidy. "Be obedient. Go." He deliberately reached under the pleated skirt and pinched her buttocks.

"Oh

It's not Fergie. Cassidy forgot to swing. The badminton was flying in the middle of her forehead“OohwooI'marebeljustforkicksnow，Ibeenfeelingitsince1966now……”

Back in the studio, song Ya continues to record songs. Chasing girls is just a seasoning. Music is his main business. He knows this very clearly.

"Er APLUS。”

Dilly's voice sounded, "are you too happy here?"

"Happy? Do you have any? "

"Yes, you look in a good mood today. Have you met any good things?" Asked delay, smiling.

"Oh, no, let's go on."

"OK, pay attention to..."

"I know, I know."

The recording progress of this song is very fast. Due to Andrew and Henry's joining and the use of some new equipment, the song Ya can almost achieve half of the effect of Columbia record studio. Song Ya estimates that in a few days, he will be able to take the highly completed version to New York, and then quickly push it into the market to catch up with the last bus of this wave.

Unknowingly, it was almost early in the morning, "that's all for today." Song Ya feels a little tired in his voice. It's really tiring to sing this song with a half true voice. Fortunately, he is only 16 years old, and the vocal cords are easier to complete this type of singing than adult singers.

"Why are you here? And your sister? " Song Ya opened the door of the studio and saw feiji standing outside waiting for him.

"Dangdangdangdang..." Feiji turns around in the same place to show off her new clothes. A black jacket with a slant shoulder makes her show one side of her fragrant shoulder. Under her flat abdomen is a pair of low waist jeans, all of which are tightly cut, showing her amazing curves.

"Look, look..." She put out a few more poses to show Sonya her earrings and belt buttons, which are flashy and flashy like by black people.

The brands of these clothes belong to the category of light luxury in the United States. Compared with song ya now, they are not expensive goods. This is also what he specially asked when he asked the stylist. Otherwise, if any girl like feiji could buy them casually, he would not be able to resist 3000 yuan.

"Yes, don't wear those butterfly sleeves in the future. You should distinguish your style from country and adult Lyric female singers."

Song Ya's private vocal music teacher, stylist and dance class are all black women who follow hip-hop hip-hop style. If possible, he plans to transform feiji into a hip-hop female singer. This is also purposeful. His future songs, especially rap songs such as second-hand shops, are very "lively" in handling. That is, he likes to add all kinds of "shouts" which seem to be somewhat baffling in this era. For example, he helps to shout "yes" at the end of a sentence. Based on the above considerations, he plans to let feiji join in at an appropriate time I'm responsible for singing that part of the female harmony.

Delay and Andrew quietly packed up their things and left one after another.

"All the money spent on this set?" Song Ya asked.

"Dangdangdangdang!" Feiji was also very happy today. She jumped into the recording room to show song ya a lot of clothes she had brought. She also made a mobile clothes hanger that was used by the crew, and it was all hung up.

"Did you bring it up alone?" Song Ya exclaimed.

"Of course not. I asked marvolta to help with it." Fergie ripped the clear plastic from one of the clothes. "I still like this one, well, this one." She was twittering in her eyebrows.

"Why don't you show me all of them, like Julia Roberts's cross dressing show when she's shopping."

"Good, good."

"Come to my office."

He helped feiji push the hanger into the office, and then they changed to the sofa

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