Wang Yu entered the annual ceremony of the American version of "I Am a Singer", which means that she had to sing at least two songs on this stage.

The first song was she collaborated with the guest of Bangbang, and the second song was her solo.

If she can reach the final, she will sing another solo song.

With Wang Yu's strength, there is not much pressure to enter the finals.

Unless her gangster's guest and her on-the-scene performance are too bad, and it's a terrible sight.

In the United States, it really doesn’t look at its face, it just depends on its strength.

So, Chen Zi'ang had to prepare three songs for Wang Yu.

And it will be done in about twenty days, because there is less than a month left before the annual ceremony.

It's a bit difficult for others.

But for Chen Zi'ang, is that a matter?

He is not only a Chinese music library, but also a world classic library.

After dinner, Wang Yu and Chen Zi'ang returned to the hotel room.

"You sit down first, you have hands and feet, so you can make whatever tea you want to drink." After entering the room, Chen Zi'ang said to Wang Yu, and after that, he inserted it into the bedroom.

The crew booked half of the hotel. Chen Zi'ang lived in a large house, with a one-bedroom and one-living room of more than 50 square meters.

Half an hour later, Chen Zi'ang came out with a few sheets of A4 papers.

"Why aren't you tearing a notebook?" Wang Yu had heard about Chen Zi'ang's past and laughed at him.

Chen Zi'ang felt a little embarrassed: "What are you pretending to be a fool in front of you? You'll have to ask for it. And every time I take a notebook, someone will complain. Damn it, I write down the songs in my mind when I have time. If I don't write them in the notebook, I will write them on Jiji."

"Yes, I can write several songs." Wang Yu took the song score, but didn't read it immediately, but looked at Chen Zi'ang with a smile.

Chen Zi'ang wiped his sweat. Could it be that Wang Yu was ruined by him?

"Can you really write several poems?" Chen Ziang asked.

"Why don't you try it?" Wang Yu put down the song score.

...

A new week is coming.

Shueisha, Japan.

A high-level team is dead.

The popularity of "Dragon Ball" has reached its peak in the new week.

Go to the top!

The popularity algorithm is very complicated. The plot of "Dragon Ball" is probably not yet in the middle, and its sales volume is not as good as the comics that have been serialized for several months or even for several years.

But popularity is the top!

In contrast, in "Age of Navigation", popularity in the new week has dropped instead of rising, falling to eighth place.

"Why is the difference so big?"

People in Shueisha all want to die.

This is the result of their provocation and challenge to Bo Yu's animation.

It hasn't arrived yet, but the results have been decided.

What can be changed if the animation is broadcast again?

"We lost because we underestimated the enemy and agreed to them for too much."

"Yes, they must have saved a lot of manuscripts, and Daquan Jun has only been saved for a month. Looking at Daquan Jun’s updates over the past few days, the quality has not only not improved, but also decreased."

"One saves too many manuscripts and the other saves so few manuscripts. How can I update it?"

"Daquanjun is getting more and more irritable, and there is a possibility of breaking down anytime."

"Daquanjun's hair fell off, white, and I couldn't bear to look at it."

"Are you still waiting for the animation to be broadcast?"

“…”

The people in Shueisha no longer have any hope.

Daquan Yelang was about to collapse at this time.

I originally thought that the winner would be decided in less than a month, and I beat Boyu Animation to beg for mercy.

In turn, he wanted to beg for mercy.

But can he beg for mercy?

Surely not possible.

The Japanese samurai spirit has a profound influence on the Japanese.

If it were in ancient times, those warriors would rather commit suicide by cesarean section than surrender.

Even after the expiration, Shueisha and Oizumi Yero are unwilling to surrender orally. They must make excuses and shirke some responsibility.

For example, if the preparation is not sufficient, Bo Yu's animation saves too many manuscripts.

In China, the period of filming in Jinling was the happiest time for Li Qiuting in the past two years.

Because she doesn't have to worry about anything.

When she is fine, she often sits on the set, waits for a hotel to browse Weibo and surf the Internet.

"Hehe, look at the Internet, how many Japanese and Chinese netizens are urging you to urge you Boyu animation." During the break on the set, Li Qiuting brought a recliner and slept in a corner with Chen Zi'ang.

"I understand, you waste time and life when you use this information." Chen Zi'ang said with his eyes closed.

Li Qiuting disagreed: "What's the waste of doing what you like to do? Isn't it waste your life even more when you sleep like this?"

Chen Zi'ang opened his eyes: "That's right, you don't need to work hard to make money."

Li Qiuting suddenly said, "I remember a story where a billionaire basking in the sun on the beach. He said to the poor guy who is also lying on the beach, "If you don't work hard, why do you basket in the sun. The young man asked the billionaire, "Are you working so hard to make money just to be able to basket in the sun leisurely? I am basking in the sun leisurely now. The billionaire is speechless. I feel that I have been in vain over the years. Money cannot be earned, but life is limited."

Chen Zi'ang asked, "Are you saying I'm making money?"

Li Qiuting affirmed: "No, you are realizing your ideal."

"Then you say this is wrong. If you can't help but don't mislead others," Chen Zi'ang said angrily and continued to close his eyes.

Li Qiuting browsed Weibo for a while and suddenly started to make a fuss again: "Zi'ang, look at this, look at this..."

Chen Zi'ang was about to fall asleep. He was shocked by Li Qiuting's wake up and said depressedly: "Tell you, if you are my wife, I will have to spank you."

Li Qiuting felt a little embarrassed. She had this kind of personality. When she met something good, she wanted to let the people around her share it immediately, and she could not wait for a moment.

"You can also fight if you are not a wife." She whispered.

"Not interested!" Chen Zi'ang continued to close his eyes, turned his back to Li Qiuting.

Li Qiuting had to surf the Internet quietly.

She was so excited.

Outsiders don’t know about Bo Yu’s animation and Jiyingshe’s game. She has such a good relationship with Chen Zi'ang, and it’s impossible not to know.

When netizens urged the two sides to start a war, Li Qiuting also participated.

She asked Chen Zi'ang if she had something to do.

Chen Zi'ang kept it secret from her at first, but later he couldn't resist it and told her.

To avoid getting annoyed.

Unfortunately, Chen Zi'ang became even more annoyed after talking.

Li Qiuting is more concerned about "Dragon Ball" and "Age of Navigation" than him.

She hadn't read comics before, but she started to read comics.

She also asked Chen Zi'ang if he had any plans to cheat Jiyingshe.

Chen Zi'ang would definitely not say it.

Then after seeing the omnichannel, the world's number one martial arts will appear, and Li Qiuting smiled so hard that she couldn't stop.

As expected, Chen Zi'ang is cheating people again.

China, online.

"Huang Jinziang, take action quickly."

"Boyu animation, don't be afraid. We have many Chinese people, so we can help you increase your popularity."

"The whole country is working hard to help Boyu animation."

"No, come on Boyu animation."

"Start the fight quickly. If you don't fight, my morale will be gone. How can I support you?"
To be continued...