573 Fishing Idol (39)

Cheng Lin stood next to the shooting studio holding his coat, looking straight ahead at the young man with a beautiful face being surrounded by people taking pictures.

Today, I received an endorsement from a certain high-end luxury brand. The person was wearing a more formal suit, which was cut appropriately to highlight the boy’s beautiful waistline.

The body is slender and straight as a pine tree. The already delicate eyebrows and eyes are outlined more deeply by cosmetics, and the feeling of coldness and alienation is fully revealed.

Two buttons of the boy's snow-colored shirt were casually unbuttoned, and his collarbone was white with a slight glimmer.

The staff who took the photo looked intently at the flawless person in the camera, putting the pressure on the post-production side. Because there is absolutely no way to start!

When he raised his hand, his white knuckles lifted up the slightly wet hair on his forehead, and the iris-blue hair caught the cold light. The delicate silver ring on the finger makes the finger look as beautiful as art.

"Okay, smile." The staff member blurted out subconsciously as he patted his head.

"..."

The young man's thick eyelashes trembled, and he looked at him with a faint gaze, silently expressing his rejection.

"Nothing, just two more and we'll be done."

The man touched his nose, lowered his head and continued to adjust.

The photoshooting process was very efficient. Every flash is like capturing art, without any sloppiness.

There was a few vibrations in his pocket, and Cheng Lin knew it was the sudden vibration of his cell phone. After thinking about it, I decided to wait until it was over before reminding me.

"That's it."

Shi Lin frowned and walked out expressionlessly.

Cheng Lin handed him the clothes and said, "There was a message on your phone just now."

The tall young man heard the words and gave a faint hum. Then he took out his phone from his pocket and opened the screen.

The fingers of the hand holding the phone were white and thin, and he lowered his eyes for a while, quietly looking at the document sent with the note "Na Bao".

"Let's go, there's more to come..." Cheng Lin hasn't reported the itinerary yet. Shi Lin was the first to put on his coat, put on his mask and hat so that his face could not be seen clearly, and said calmly: "Go to the recording studio first."

"Ah? Oh." Cheng Lin quickly understood.

Shi Lin usually doesn't change plans at short notice. It's all his own ideas, and it must be related to Bai... Yuna.

Suna wore headphones and listened to the demo playing inside, while humming along.

I thought Shilin wouldn't reply soon, but I heard a special reply tone.

The other party sent a voice message, and the voice inside came slowly and lazily: "There is a little deficiency."

"Huh?" Suna stared at the screen, clicked on the voice bar and listened again.

This song called "BlackHumour" mainly responds to her views on anti-fans in a humorous and humorous way, with brisk instrumental percussion feedback and a fearless attitude. The main reason is that the listener will have a strong sense of immersion.

Suna asked seriously: "What do you think needs to be modified?"

Shi Lin simply dialed her phone, and across the screen, a magnetic voice whispered: "Add at least two lyrics for me."

"..."

Suna's ear was pressed to the phone, and she was a little speechless. After two seconds of silence, she asked, "You want to sing?"

"Well, I want to fight them with you."

...It doesn’t have to be so direct.

Suna couldn't help but curled his lips and retorted: "I sang it outright. And if I heard that it was your voice, I was afraid that fans would crawl over the Internet cable and gang up on me."

On the other side, Shi Lin was sitting in the passenger seat and listening, raising his eyebrows slightly, "How can it be so exaggerated?"

"Don't you want us to go public?"

The cold and elegant voice gently passed by his ears, and Suna could hear a chill, a question coming from the depths of his soul.

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Explain that I have been under a lot of pressure recently and always feel tired and out of shape. I stopped updating for four days because I don’t want to affect the quality of the content. I will make up for it on Friday, Saturday and Sunday this week. I calculated that I owe about 10,000 words...

Ten thousand words! Help, I've already burped...