After being sent to the group show by rich parents, I exploded

Chapter 368 You don't want to be worse than others, do you?
And in a dreamy room with pink and white as the main theme, Ye Xingli, who was awakened by the Hello Kitty alarm clock, turned over and got out of bed with a disheveled chicken nest, and walked to the wardrobe sleepily.

With a sound of 'swish', the pure white wooden wardrobe was pulled open, and strips of colorful princess dresses of different styles were neatly displayed in front of her.

Ye Xingli only took a cursory glance, and then slammed the cabinet door shut.

Then she rummaged through boxes and cabinets, making the whole room a mess, and finally found her favorite loose, loose black T-shirt in the trash can next to the bed.

……

In the dance classroom, a thick and rough hand stretched out unexpectedly and grabbed Su Xianchen's waist.

Su Xianchen, who was concentrating on practicing, was defenseless and trembled from fright.She turned her head abruptly, and what she saw was a familiar smiling face.

The man had slender limbs and an extraordinary appearance. He was dressed in a Chinese-style white coat with ink smudges and stood with his hands behind his back, giving him a somewhat otherworldly feeling.

Like a worldly expert who lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests after disillusioning the world of mortals, or like a banished fairy who was left alone in the nine heavens.

Seeing Su Xianchen turning her head, the man pinched her chin with his fingers, straightened her head little by little, and then pressed his whole body against her back, whispering in her ear: "Don't be distracted!" , keep practicing."

Su Xianchen was a little taken aback by this intimacy that was a bit out of line, but when she thought of the scene where the man skillfully helped each student open their shoulders, waist, and hips in class, she wondered if she was too sensitive. Thinking too much?

For those who learn dance, it is quite normal to have physical contact with the teacher. She should not think of his every move with ulterior motives just because the other party is of the opposite sex.

After getting rid of all distracting thoughts in his mind, Su Xianchen continued to practice dancing.

And the man sticking behind her not only didn't distance herself from her, but instead took advantage of the opportunity to help her correct her dance moves.

He held her cold little hand tightly with his warm palm, and raised her somewhat slack arm a little bit.

Then the big hand passed over her tight arm, and went all the way down her back. After pressing her arched waist down firmly, it was also on her increasingly plump buttocks knead|knead.

If the man's previous transgressions could be covered up by 'teaching needs', then now, Su Xianchen can be 100% sure that he has something wrong with him!

She took a deep breath, and told herself over and over in her heart: don't think too much, don't worry too much, the art test will start in a few days, and tearing up with him at this juncture will only do me harm. profit!
It's a pity that what she got in exchange for pretending to be deaf and dumb wasn't a man's little taste, but an inch of progress!

He hugged her violently in his arms, and walked around her with his big hands, making a mess in all directions.

Su Xianchen trembled all over, his mind went blank from his sudden madness.

She instinctively wanted to resist, but how could a grown man's strength be something that a young girl like her could compete with?
What's more, the man still holds her future in his hands.

So even more confident.

Before she could yell out, the man covered her mouth and slowly moved closer to her ear.

Hot breath mixed with threatening words, all poured into Su Xianchen's ears.

He said: "The other female students are all obediently submissive~"

"You've worked so hard for so long, you probably don't want to see that your performance in the art test is worse than that of all your classmates, right?"

In Su Xianchen's pupils, which were gradually dilated due to fear, the screen jumped.

At the entrance of the recording studio, Zhao Zhiyu had already received the honored guests he was waiting for respectfully.

The other party was dressed in fashion, with masks, sunglasses, hats and other essential items for celebrities to go out on the street. Behind them was a group of assistants and bodyguards, not to mention how stylish they were.

As an insider who makes a living by writing and selling songs, Zhao Zhiyu has already seen such scenes.

She welcomed the distinguished guest in with a smile, and explained to him seriously and responsibly how to use the various equipment in the studio, precautions, and the general situation of the song he is going to record today
The honored guest slowly took off his three-piece suit, revealing the handsome face that has fascinated countless star-chasing girls.

Then, with Erlang's legs crossed, he leisurely sat down on the small fabric sofa in the shed, hooked his slender white fingers, and immediately a little assistant took out the mirror from the bag he was carrying, and ran to him in a hurry , squatted down and lifted the mirror in front of him.

Facing the mirror, the honored guests sorted out their appearance.

He cut his hair for a while, and put on his foundation for a while. It wasn't until Zhao Zhiyu's mouth was dry that he picked out his well-defined eyebrows, and said impatiently in his tone: "It's time to start." Is it? My time is precious, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense here."

In order to avoid irritating the distinguished guests and making the follow-up cooperation impossible, Zhao Zhiyu could only keep his mouth shut even if there were still some precautions to be explained.

She led the distinguished guest into the recording studio and helped him adjust the equipment.

I sat outside and guided him through the air by monitoring the earphones.

After the prelude, the distinguished guest spoke.

Unsurprisingly, the first line was sung in a way that had nothing to do with the effect she wanted to pursue.

But he felt pretty good about himself, and his face was full of displeasure after being stopped: "What's wrong?"

"The tone of this song is sad. Teacher, your mood is not right. Please adjust it a little bit. Let's try again, shall we?"

Zhao Zhiyu smiled all over his face, trying his best to make his guidance and suggestions sound pertinent and tactful, so as not to offend the other party.

Unexpectedly, the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but instead slapped him: "At this time, you think of it and ask for emotions. Why didn't you say it before recording? This is not a song I wrote. How do I know what kind of emotion to sing?"

Zhao Zhiyu was so wronged that she wanted to say how to sing each line, but she had already said it before the recording started.All the lyrics given to him are also marked.

As long as he listens a little bit when he touches up his makeup, or reads the lyrics carefully, it is impossible for him not to know how to sing this song.

Considering that such words would only make the other party more angry, Zhao Zhiyu finally gave up defending himself.

He only pulled a wry smile and said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault that I didn't make it clear."

The distinguished guest in the recording studio snorted coldly, left a sentence of 'be careful next time', and resumed singing.

(End of this chapter)