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Chapter 87 Please watch my costume performance

Chen Bo turned around and glanced at Zhao Lulu, which was considered a greeting.

The male anchor she brought was indeed good-looking, with delicate features, flamboyant silver hair, and looked like a model standing there.

The woman is sweet and lovely, with big eyes and two dimples when she smiles.

Chen Bo instructed the two men, "Test the sound first."

Wu Feifan and Zhou Xiya walked into the recording studio, put on their headphones, and stood in front of the microphone.

Chen Bo gestured to them from outside: "Sing a couple of lines first, and I'll listen to your voice."

Wu Feifan cleared his throat and began to sing a line from the chorus of "Learn to Meow".

"Let's learn to meow together, meow meow meow meow..."

His voice was clear and bright, with a youthful quality, and he had a good sense of rhythm.

Chen Bo nodded, gesturing for Zhou Xiya to come over.

Zhou Xiya was a little nervous, so she took a deep breath and sang a line as well.

Her voice is soft and sweet, with a coquettish quality at the end, which is perfect for this song.

"Not bad," Chen Bo said. "Let's start recording now. Xiao Fan, you go first and record the chorus. Xiao Ya, listen from the side."

Wu Feifan adjusted his posture and faced the microphone.

Chen Bo pressed the record button, and the intro began.

"Let's all learn to meow like cats—"

"Stop." Chen Bo pressed pause. "You're emphasizing the 'qi' in 'qiyi' too tightly. Relax, like you're being affectionate with your girlfriend."

Wu Feifan was taken aback: "Acting cute?"

"Yes." Chen Bo said expressionlessly, "Imagine you facing the camera, facing the fans, singing in that 'Come pamper me' tone."

Wu Feifan blushed slightly and nodded.

Second time.

"Let's all learn to meow like cats—"

"Stop." Chen Bo pressed pause again. "The three words 'learn to meow' should have a slightly babyish tone. Have you ever heard a kitten meow? The ending of 'meow' should be raised."

Wu Feifan took a deep breath and tried again.

The third time.

Fourth time.

The fifth time.

Wu Feifan went from being full of confidence at the beginning to questioning life, and then to feeling hopeless about life.

Chen Bo could find fault with every single reading.

"The transition in this sentence is too abrupt."

"The 'meow meow meow' must be continuous, without any breaks."

"Breath control, pay attention to your breath, this sentence is too long, you need to take a breath."

"Expression. Although I can't see you, I can tell from your expression that you're not smiling. You should sing this song with a smile."

Wu Feifan almost knelt down in admiration.

Zhao Lulu watched in stunned silence.

She's met music producers before, but one as meticulous as Chen Bo is truly rare.

He meticulously scrutinizes every lyric, every note, and even the pronunciation of every word.

"Teacher Chen," she couldn't help but ask, "isn't it too detailed?"

Chen Bo didn't even turn his head: "This song looks simple, but the simpler the song, the harder it is to sing well. If you're even slightly off, you won't get the right feel for it."

"Besides, this song is going to be a hit. Once it's a hit, the whole internet will be listening to it. You don't want your streamer to be criticized for 'singing with this level of skill,' right?"

Zhao Lulu fell silent.

She recalled those viral songs that were ridiculed across the internet, and how some streamers were even driven to quit the internet by the criticism.

"Teacher Chen is right," she immediately corrected herself, "Xiao Fan, sing well!"

Wu Feifan wanted to cry but had no tears.

An hour later.

Wu Feifan finally finished recording his part.

When he walked out of the recording studio, he was completely floating.

"Xiaoya, it's your turn," Chen Bo said.

Zhou Xiya was so nervous that her hands were shaking.

She walked into the recording studio, put on her headphones, and stood in front of the microphone.

Chen Bo pressed the record button.

Zhou Xiya spoke.

"Let's all learn to meow like cats—"

"Stop." Chen Bo pressed pause again.

Zhou Xiya's face turned pale instantly.

Oh no, I'm going to get yelled at.

Chen Bo's voice came through the monitor speakers: "That's good, continue."

Zhou Xiya was stunned.

good?

What was the difference between what she just said and what Wu Feifan said the first time?

She didn't know it, but to Chen Bo, the difference was significant.

Zhou Xiya's voice naturally possesses a soft and sweet quality, so she doesn't need to deliberately "act coquettish."

As long as she sings normally, it has that same feel to it.

The subsequent recording went much more smoothly than for Wu Feifan.

Chen Bo would occasionally ask her to adjust her breathing or the pronunciation of a certain word, but she could usually get it right every time.

When Zhou Xiya finished recording her part, she still couldn't believe it.

"Finished recording?" she asked.

"Mm." Chen Bo nodded.

Zhou Xiya was so excited she almost jumped up.

Watching from the side, Zhao Lulu's opinion of Chen Bo rose even higher.

This man can not only write songs, but also train people.

Moreover, different methods are used for different people.

Wu Feifan needs strict requirements and repeated refinement.

Zhou Xiya needs to relax and be encouraged to maintain her form.

This ability to teach according to individual aptitude is not something everyone possesses.

"Teacher Chen," Zhao Lulu leaned closer and lowered her voice, "what did you think of their singing?"

Chen Bo leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment: "Xiao Fan still needs more practice, but that's enough for releasing a song. Xiao Ya is fine; the effect will be better than expected."

"Teacher Chen," Zhao Lulu asked, "Do you think this song will be a hit?"

Chen Bo glanced at her: "Guess?"

Zhao Lulu: "..."

Can you stop keeping me in suspense?

Afterwards, the group listened to the synthesized demo.

The effect—

It's so sweet it's almost bubbly.

It's so brainwashing that even after listening to it three times, "meow meow meow" is still looping in my head.

"Mr. Zhao," Wu Feifan said, his face flushed with excitement, "this song is definitely going to be a hit!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhou Xiya nodded in agreement. "This melody is all I can think about right now!"

Zhao Lulu couldn't stop smiling.

She looked at Chen Bo with eyes full of admiration.

"Teacher Chen, you are amazing."

Chen Bo was packing up the equipment and, without looking up, replied, "If you're paying, of course you have to provide excellent service."

Zhao Lulu: "..."

How much money did Xu Yueqing give you?

The service was so attentive!

At the entrance of Zhou Lingyan's villa, after seeing off the two livestreamers, Zhao Lulu's smile slowly turned sour.

She transformed from a dignified and beautiful female boss into a cunning vixen.

She turned around and looked at the villa behind her.

Zhou Lingyan's home.

The place where Chen Bo lives.

The place where Xu Yueqing left this morning, leaning against the wall.

The place that Bei Weiwei longed to take away.

Zhao Lulu narrowed her eyes, and a smile curved her lips.

She looked down at her outfit—a beige women's suit, ankle-length trousers, and a black silk camisole underneath, all wrapped up tightly, making her look as conservative as a female headmistress going to a parent-teacher conference.

"Tsk."

Back at Zhou Lingyan's villa, she reached out and unbuttoned her suit jacket.

It's not about taking it off, but about unfastening the hem to reveal the hidden clasp at the waist.

Then she bent down and hooked her fingers onto the hidden zipper on the outside of her left trouser leg—

"Sizzle—"

A soft sound.

The entire pant leg was ripped from the ankle all the way to the top of the thigh.

She straightened up, then bent down again to pull the zipper on the right.

"Sizzle—"

Another soft sound.

Both pant legs ripped open, turning what was originally ankle-length trousers into a bodycon skirt that barely covered the top of the thighs.