Quick Transmigration As A Cannon Fodder To Be The Winner In Life Chapter 48

    It's really... a dog, listening to the sweet mandarin of the other party, Su He's face is a little stiff. He didn't expect that the other party asked the original owner to come out to talk, and he didn't even pay for the coffee. The most important thing was that the original owner didn't bring anything when he came out in a trance, naturally including the wallet.

    He can already imagine the news that will appear on the headlines tomorrow, 'The genius singer of the past, actually ate the king's meal', 'What is it like to have a face-washing meal for a former idol singer'.

    The entertainment industry has always had no wind and three feet of waves. His recent hot spot will definitely allow those people to tell a lot of black stuff that he himself does not know.

      Others also looked over. In a place like today, it is still a miracle to eat Bawang meal in a coffee shop.

    "Pfft." An uncontrollable chuckle came, Su He looked at the person who made the sound, the strange man he bumped into just now. Seeing Su He look over, the man hurriedly Light cough, as if the laughter just now was not made by him.

    Just when Su He was embarrassed to consider whether he should go home to get the money, or use the other party's mobile phone to log in to the social software and transfer the money to the other party, "I paid for him. "The deep and magnetic **** voice is so good to hear that it makes one's ears numb.

    The man took out his wallet, took out two hundred-yuan bills and handed them to the waiter. The waiter woke up from the temptation of the sound, and immediately gave change.

    When she first came to this world, she owed a favor before she could sort out the original owner's affairs. Su He could almost see his own ups and downs.

    The man turned sideways, took the change from the waiter, saw Su He stood there a little overwhelmed, and a nice voice sounded again, "In return, you can know the name of the little cutie ?"

      He is a genius singer who is an idiot in life, and knows nothing about other things except singing and music.

    Su He's pale face was stained with a layer of crimson because of the other party's ridicule, and his hoarse voice was like sandpaper rubbing on an iron, "My name is Ming Yu." He cautiously said Looking at the man, I didn't see the other person showing disgust and disdain, so I whispered, "Thank you."

    Ming Yu is a singer, his own voice is soft and lovely, his voice is very talented, and he can adapt to all kinds of voices. Whether it is lyrical light music, intense rock music, deep love songs, or cheerful folk songs, he can sing.

    The matter of the coffee shop was just a small episode, and Su He did not take it to heart. According to the development of the world line, Ming Yu already knew at this time that his mother was seriously ill and needed a lot of money. In another week, he would have to accept the company's request for the money.

    If Mingyu is still in charge, even if his voice is destroyed, the money for Ming's illness is not a big deal, but after Mingyu's voice is destroyed, many contracts cannot be carried out, this is still Due to Ming Yu's personal reasons, most of these announcements were received within this month.

      Because of the black material on the Internet, people who originally sympathized with him deserved it when they said that he was destroyed.

    Actually, Ming Yu was changed the water in his company's practice room. The company not only did not help to investigate the matter, but suppressed the matter at the first time, and a lot of information about Ming Yu appeared on the Internet He did not clarify the black materials, but said that he would not tolerate bad actors and companies, and directly confirmed those black materials, which would make Ming Yu's reputation directly discredited.

    The contract with Ming Yu was terminated later, and Ming Yu was required to pay liquidated damages. A series of operations was simply forcing this introverted boy to death.

    At this time, Su He locked himself in the room. There were messy papers on the table, each with different staff symbols. The boy's face was pale without a trace of blood. Bright, a flame burns in the eyes.

    Su He, who knew all the plots, knew that a few days later, Ming Yu had to agree to the other party's request and was taken into a dark room by the other party. He was squeezed infinitely for the next three years, until the final song did not work. Then it was his favorite, which became his burden. When he could no longer compose music scores or make a sound, he was sent to some people's beds until he died.

    These things known through the system are clearer than the plot line. It is precisely because of the clarity that Su He has deep sympathy for Ming Yu. Being simple, it was his mother who kept him alive. He was locked in an empty room with only paper and pen and his own music to accompany him.

      It's all someone else's conspiracy.

    As long as you work hard, the genius will never be buried, just like the deaf pianists in history can still play wonderful music, what Su He keeps revising at this time is a song that Ming Yu wrote halfway through sheet music.

    This score was not known until Ming Yu died. The score is not as harmonious as ordinary songs. It can even be called messy, but it is this mess that matches Ming Yu's voice at this time. , has a peculiar charm.

    After a while, Su He's face showed joy, and he checked the score again and again until he was sure that no further revisions were needed.

    In the dark room, what should have been elegant and pleasant, the transparent and crisp sound of the piano became high and harsh, as if someone who didn't know how to play the piano was pressing randomly, making those who heard it unconsciously frown.

      of harmony.

    It was an unspeakable feeling, like the pain emanating from the hearts of people on the tragic and **** battlefield after the victory of the war, and like the call of the devil in hell.

    The rough voice is not as gentle and crisp as it has always been, but in this song it is even more eerie and thrilling, but beneath these dangerous surfaces hides firm persistence.

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    Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 5 bottles do not exist at homework, 1 bottle for one of the common people

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ^_^

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