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Chapter 32 Who's the boss? [Recommendation ticket requested]
Song Miao lowered his jaw slightly, and the half-rim of the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose slipped a little, revealing his deep and compelling eyes.

The cold eyes fell on the phone screen for a few seconds, and then moved back to the computer screen, with a low and flat voice: "What are you happy about?"

"Le Tianyin took the initiative to admit that he stole the music. Isn't it worth being happy? Now you are recognized in the circle as a new generation of electronic music genius. Feng Shui takes turns. Sister Miao, congratulations..."

Song Miao didn't answer, and her slender fingers slid across the keyboard smoothly, making several high and low notes, but couldn't hear the point.

"Are you unhappy?" Vanco dragged a rattan cushion to sit next to her lap, leaned over to look at the things on her computer with one leg propped up, "It's strange to say, Le Tianyin's high-spirited, sudden apology, I don't know Which master handwritten it."

"Who knows." Song Miao closed the computer, stretched, rubbed the back of her neck and carried the sheet music to the room, then said coldly, "Maybe it's a bad thing."

After the words fell, her figure disappeared at the corner of the flower gallery.

Vanco clicked his tongue and basked in the sun.

"Brother Vanco." The three members of Tomorrow Dance Troupe appeared on the other side of the flower gallery.

Vanco raised his eyebrows and gestured to the three of them, "Come on, let's talk about Dancing Mile. The production team of Dancing Mile has already contacted me, asking if we can prepare five people before the competition. If so, Give them the list as soon as possible. Do you have any good recommendations."

"Vinke is a very good b-boy. If you want to find someone who can replace him, I'm afraid Yang Bin is the only one." The man with a circle of German tattoos on his wrist analyzed quietly.

"Actually, I don't think I have to find Yang Bin." The boy with foggy blue short hair said, "I think Sister Miao and Brother Vanco are a good match, and she is very cool, and her dancing skills are not bad. It's all b-boy world, maybe we can win this year if we take a slant."

"Then what about the assistant." The man looked at him with displeasure.

The boy shrugged his shoulders: "If Sister Miao agrees, maybe Brother Shen Yan will be able to come. He sings and dances, and he also brings his own fans. We will all wear masks when the time comes, and it will be a blast when the final announcement is made."

"There's still a week left, so think about something realistic, okay?" The man was even more displeased, "Let's find Yang Bin."

"I agree with what Xiaojin said." The man who has not spoken has pressed the boy's shoulder and said, "I haven't contacted Yang Bin for many years. Why don't you find him nearby to save time."

"Can we invite Shen Yan!" The tattooed man slapped the table, furious, "I don't care, I can do whatever you want."

He walked away quickly, throwing his back at the three of them.

The boy snorted, turned his face away, and murmured dissatisfiedly: "If he has the ability, he should be the captain. He's so young and so generous."

Vanco slapped him on the head, "We are all very old."

The boy pouted.

……

Song Miao stood behind the window with her arms folded and watched this scene, her brows raised slightly.

Discord.

Not satisfied.

That would be much more interesting.

dong dong dong-

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Walked over, opened the door, saw someone outside, slammed the door and turned around.

Xing Shao raised his hand to block the door, and the wooden door hit his hand directly.

Qianqian hissed, frowning slowly before entering the door.

Fearing that she would be angry, he put down the lunch box in his hand and said softly, "Lunch."

After speaking, he walked faster than a rabbit.

Just as Song Miao wanted him to go away, he caught a glimpse of his disappearing figure, feeling annoyed and uncomfortable in his heart.

His indifferent eyes glanced at the big rattan basket on the cabinet at the door, and his heart was even more annoyed.

Hard can not come soft.

In order to torture her, she really improved a lot!

Going downstairs with the basket in hand, he poured the clean fish he chose into the dog bowl without haste, then turned and went upstairs.

Xing Shao at the corner slightly hooked his lips.

Good temper.

(End of this chapter)