My Artist is Reborn

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 – Textbook Face

Bai Jiajia felt that he had been very unlucky recently, and the recording of the new show was not smooth. Cassie recently signed several newcomers and divided most of her energy. She was not as enthusiastic about Bai Jiajia as she was in the beginning.

Bai Jiajia put up with it for a few days, and finally couldn’t help getting angry at Cassie: “What choreographer are you looking for? How can you be so perfunctory?!”

Cassie’s face was ugly too: “You’re talking nonsense! Mike is a veteran choreographer. Do you know how hard it was for me to get him to do it?”

Bai Jiajia tightened his eyebrows. He had heard of Mike’s reputation and had great expectations. He was disappointed to see Mike’s choreography it seemed fancy, but it was worse than the two little-known dance teachers Shen Huai had invited for him.

When Cassie saw that he was silent, her face softened. “Come on, don’t be petty. Go record songs this afternoon. I’ve already made an appointment for you in the studio.”

Speaking of the studio, Bai Jiajia was in an even worse mood, complaining, “I used to record singles in the studio of Star Art. But now I am squeezed in the ordinary studio of the company with those little artists, and the recording engineer you hired can’t even do simple voice modification, let alone anything else, because he can’t say either of them…”

Cassie’s eyelids jumped, and even if she had a good temper, she couldn’t stand it any longer. “Star Art is a professional recording studio, used by the first-line kings,” she scoffed. “You can steal music once you pick it up and use it, and repair it? You are fooled by the so-called million sound repairers on the Internet. You might as well practice singing well with that effort. What are you singing about?! Even if you didn’t have the intention of singing before, you’ll have to live well.”

Bai Jiajia could not help it: “I don’t care, I have always been like this…”

Cassie was too lazy to talk to him. She looked at her watch and said impatiently, “I’ll have someone pick you up later. Also, don’t go to find trouble with Shen Huai. What’s your identity, what’s Ye Cang’s identity, and what’s there to worry about with him?”

When Cassie finished, she left in a hurry. Bai Jiajia opened his mouth and only the shaking door panels responded to him.

He kicked the foot of the sofa in anger. As a result, he knocked his big toe so hard that he almost cried out in pain. Finally, he sat down on the sofa angrily, ready to watch the rainbow fanart of his fans for a while to appease his mood. But when he just opened Weibo, he found Ye Cang hanging high in the hot searches.

Bai Jiajia was furious and smashed his cell phone directly into the wall.

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It was very late when Shen Huai got home. He found that the room was dark and only the direction of the kitchen was a little bright. He walked over somewhat puzzled and saw Ye Cang squatting in front of the refrigerator, with a few slices of bread in his hands and a bottle of milk in his mouth.

Shen Huai: “… What are you doing?”

Ye Cang was startled and almost choked on a mouthful of milk.

Shen Huai went over quickly, took the snack out of his hand, and asked, “You didn’t eat?” He looked at the table and found two untouched meals on it.

Shen Huai was speechless: “Auntie said you did not respond to call to eat, no matter how busy you are, can you eat it?”

Ye Cang coughed slightly, somewhat embarrassed: “I have never heard the voices of the outside world when I work, and by the time I realized it, it had already come to this point.”