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Yu Le strolled out of the securities hall, the sunlight outside making him squint.

He paid no attention to the heartbroken lament of the group of old leeks behind him.

Back home, he continued his Ge You-style reclining posture.

Two days is nothing more than turning over twice for a salted fish that is determined to lie flat.

But for Wheatfield Music, these past two days have felt like an eternity.

The popularity of "Invisible Wings" on the internet has not only not decreased, but has completely exploded on the eve of this National Day Golden Week.

Countless netizens flooded the screen with the same message:

[Tens of thousands petition for Sissi's original version!]

Li Ming couldn't hold on any longer.

He originally wanted to find a seasoned singer from his own company to record the song, since that would be a safer option.

But given the current situation, whoever sings will be criticized, and only Liu Qianqian is the "chosen one" that everyone hopes for.

So, a phone call was made to the Liu family.

October 1st, the first day of the National Day holiday.

The cicadas outside the window are still chirping tirelessly, stubbornly clinging to their last song.

In the living room, the electric fan was whirring.

Yu Le, wearing a faded gray vest and baggy shorts, was sprawled out on the bamboo mat sofa, holding the remote control and watching "Tom and Jerry" on TV.

"That silly cat Tom, how could he miss such a powerful attack?"

He popped a grape into his mouth and mumbled a complaint.

A slender figure had been swaying back and forth for at least twenty times in front of me.

Liu Qianqian was wearing a light pink loungewear outfit, clutching the Nokia phone she had just hung up on tightly in her hand. Her face was scrunched up like a bun, and she kept stealing glances at "Salted Fish" on the sofa.

Finally, after Talking Tom had been driven to the brink of despair by Jerry for the nth time, Yu Le pressed the pause button.

"Stop shaking."

He precisely spat the grape skins into the trash can, saying, "I'm getting seasick from all this rocking. Speak if you have something to say, otherwise, the court is adjourned."

Liu Qianqian paused, as if she had made a huge decision, and rushed to the sofa, blocking the TV screen.

"Uncle Yu!"

"What?" Yu Le lazily raised her eyelids. "What do you want to eat now?"

"no!"

Liu Qianqian took a deep breath and shoved her phone in front of him. "That Teacher Li just called, saying... saying I need to go record a song this afternoon!"

"Oh, that's good news."

Yu Le pressed play again, trying to watch TV through the gap in the girl's slender waist. "Go ahead, I wish you instant fame and a nationwide sensation."

"But...but my mom has to go to the Children's Palace to teach a test preparation class today, she doesn't have time to come with me!"

"That recording studio is in Chaoyang District, which is so far away! And...and I've never been inside a studio before, I'm scared!"

She was only fifteen years old.

No matter how arrogant I am on a normal day, I still instinctively feel panicked when faced with this kind of formal commercial recording.

Moreover, with the song being so popular right now, she was terrified of messing it up.

"So?" Yu Le asked casually.

"so……"

Liu Qianqian bit her lower lip, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes blinking, trying to project a pitiful light, "Could you... come with me?"

"I'm not going."

The refusal was crisp and decisive, without any hesitation or ambiguity.

Are you kidding me?

Going all the way to Chaoyang District? And spending an entire afternoon in a closed space like a recording studio?

With that time, he could be at home enjoying a fan and an ice-cold Coke. Wouldn't that be better?

"Uncle Yu~"

Liu Qianqian persisted, going around behind the sofa, pinching Yu Le's clothes with two fingers, and gently shaking them. "Please come with me! I'm really scared to go alone!"

"I'm not going." Yu Le was heartless.

Please!

"I won't listen, I won't listen, you're just spouting nonsense."

Liu Qianqian was furious.

Why is this person so stubborn?

Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly let go of his hand, put her hands on her hips, and changed her tone.

"Yu Le! If you don't go, I'll tell Mom that you secretly drank the bottle of red wine she hid on top of the cupboard while she was out!"

Yu Le froze.

That was a bottle of Lafite that Liu Xiaoli had treasured for several years. Although it wasn't from a top vintage, she still cherished it very much.

The day before yesterday, he was really craving something sweet, so he poured himself a small cup to try, but he didn't expect this girl to see it.

"...This is slander."

Yu Le slowly sat up, looking righteous. "Can a scholar's actions be called stealing? I was just helping her taste the wine and prevent it from oxidizing and spoiling."

"I don't care!"

Liu Qianqian raised her chin, giving off a "I've got you all figured out" look.

"Anyway, if you don't come with me, you can expect to face Ms. Xiaoli's wrath tonight!"

Yu Le stared at the girl for three seconds.

Tsk.

This little cotton-padded jacket is a bit drafty.

"OK."

Yu Le scratched his messy hair and sighed helplessly, "You win. But I have a condition."

"What are the conditions?" Liu Qianqian asked warily.

"From now on, you'll be in charge of the bowls."

"……make a deal!"

……

2 PM, Wheatfield Music Recording Studio.

Li Ming was already standing at the door waiting.

He's been riding high these past few days. Although Yu Le ripped him off, after the company's top management heard the demo of "Invisible Wings," they immediately decided to make it a key project for the year.

If the recording goes smoothly, a bonus is guaranteed.

A yellow minivan wobbled to a stop on the side of the road.

The car door opened.

First came a pair of familiar flip-flops, followed by that iconic pair of baggy shorts.

Yu Le yawned as she got off the plane, and casually pulled Liu Qianqian, who looked nervous, down from behind her.

"Good morning, Producer Lee."

Yu Le raised his hand in greeting, his demeanor more like that of a leader inspecting work than someone recording. "This place is quite remote. Will you reimburse my taxi fare?"

Li Ming's lips twitched slightly, and he quickly went to meet them.

"Report! Definitely report! Mr. Yu, Xixi, please come in!"

Stepping into the recording studio, the air conditioning was on full blast.

Various professional equipment flashed red and green lights, and the huge mixing console looked like the control panel of a spaceship.

Through the thick soundproof glass, you can see the fully enclosed recording studio inside, where a vintage condenser microphone stands quietly.

Liu Qianqian froze as soon as she entered.

Is this a professional recording studio?

The oppressive stillness made her afraid to even breathe loudly.

"Sisi, don't be nervous."

Li Ming was very enthusiastic and introduced her to the recording engineer next to him, "This is Lao Zhang, a top recording engineer in the industry. He recorded many divas' albums."

Old Zhang is a middle-aged man with long hair who looks somewhat aloof like an artist.

He glanced at Liu Qianqian and nodded lightly: "Go in when you're ready. Let's try one first."

Liu Qianqian looked at Yu Le for help.

Yu Le was sprawled on the sofa next to her, engrossed in reading a gossip magazine he'd somehow pulled out. Sensing her gaze, he waved without looking up and said, "Go on, Pikachu."

Liu Qianqian: "..."

She took a deep breath and stepped into the small glass room.

Putting on the headphones and facing that cold microphone, she felt her heart pounding like a drum.

"Sound check, start now." Old Zhang's indifferent voice came through the earpiece.

The accompaniment began.

Liu Qianqian opened her mouth.

"Each time... I find strength amidst hesitation and loneliness..."