God-level Streamer-Chapter 32 - Being Scolded_1

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“President Chen, I have the keys on me,” Ye Zhiwen said with a bitter smile, his heart filled with anxiety.

“Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and open the door!” Chen Zhengxin stepped aside, his tone very unpleasant.

Ye Zhiwen sighed dejectedly, pulled the keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the door.

As soon as the door was open, Chen Zhengxin immediately charged inside.

At this time, Li Changlin, who had already rested, just happened to come out of the resting room.

“Hey, nice to see you, President Chen!” Li Changlin had been to Guangming Opera House numerous times for singing practice, naturally recognizing Chen Zhengxin.

“Get lost!” Chen Zhengxin was in a bad mood and didn’t bother hiding it from Li Changlin.

“What, did you eat gunpowder, President Chen?” Li Changlin, oblivious, didn’t realize it was because he had hogged the practice room that he had infuriated Chen Zhengxin, so he responded with a light-hearted joke and a smile.

“Changlin, just stop talking, let’s go, let’s talk outside,” Ye Zhiwen, seeing Chen Zhengxin’s expression turn uglier, knew they couldn’t delay any longer and quickly grabbed Li Changlin’s arm, dragging him toward the door.

“Hey, hey, I haven’t finished my recording!” Li Changlin was involuntarily pulled out of the practice room by Ye Zhiwen, only then remembering that he hadn’t downloaded the two songs he had just sung onto his USB drive.

“Forget it, we’ll record it some other time.” Ye Zhiwen didn’t let go, continuing to drag Li Changlin outside while saying in frustration, “Ah Ping got fired by President Chen for letting us use the practice room.”

“Fired?

Fired?” Li Changlin felt utterly astonished, quickly pulled his arm free from Ye Zhiwen’s grasp, and stopped in his tracks.

“It seems the guest who was supposed to come in the afternoon changed their mind and arrived in the morning instead,” Ye Zhiwen had some insight and had seen Bai Zicong several times before, knowing that he was an important guest of President Chen, so he guessed a bit of the situation.

“No, that won’t do, I have to explain this to President Chen, otherwise it’s unfair to Ah Ping.” Li Changlin was a man of principles; upon learning the reason for Zhong Jianping’s dismissal, he obviously couldn’t remain indifferent.

“Forget it, asking for President Chen now is pointless, he won’t care what you have to say,” Ye Zhiwen was somewhat familiar with Chen Zhengxin’s temperament.

“So what do we do, we can’t just stand by and do nothing while Ah Ping gets fired!” Li Changlin looked at Ye Zhiwen and rubbed his nose in frustration.

Today’s events were truly frustrating.

Getting dumped by Xu Xin first thing in the morning was one thing, but who would have known that a trip to Guangming Opera House for singing practice would inadvertently cause trouble for Zhong Jianping.

Damn it all, wasn’t it said that my luck index had increased?

Why does it seem like I’m a jinx instead, bringing misfortune to anyone who helps me!

“Let’s go down and wait, we need to ask what Ah Ping wants to do first,” Ye Zhiwen decided after some thought.

Zhong Jianping was the girl he liked, and he certainly wouldn’t just watch her lose her job.

Li Changlin, lacking any better idea at the moment, followed Ye Zhiwen’s suggestion, so the two went downstairs to wait for Zhong Jianping.

Meanwhile, inside the practice room, Chen Zhengxin and Bai Zicong were already checking the equipment.

“Abiao, you close that recording software on the computer,” Bai Zicong had some understanding with Chen Zhengxin.

While Chen Zhengxin was busy inspecting other equipment, Bai Zicong started adjusting the volume.

He inadvertently looked up and saw the recording software in the center of the computer screen, which immediately annoyed him.

Just as he was adjusting a crucial tone, Bai Zicong was too occupied to do it himself, so he called over his bodyguard to take care of it.

Abiao, full name Huo Zhibiao, was rumored to be a descendant of the Huo Family Mysterious Fist.

The guy had good skills but knew nothing about computers.

He mumbled an affirmative and walked straight over, but for a moment, he didn’t know how to close the software interface.

Holding the mouse, Huo Zhibiao had no idea how he should operate it.

Normally, the symbol to close a software is in the upper right-hand corner, but despite looking for a good while, Huo Zhibiao couldn’t find the ×, so he turned back helplessly and called out, “Bai Shao, how do you close this software?”

“There’s a black box at the bottom, just click there and it’ll close,” Bai Zicong instructed without lifting his head, simultaneously tweaking the tuner and guiding Huo Zhibiao on how to operate it.

“Oh, got it.” Huo Zhibiao responded and hurriedly turned back to see that there was indeed a black box at the bottom of the recording software.

However, what slightly irritated Huo Zhibiao was that there weren’t just one black box, but two.

He moved the mouse over to the black boxes, looking left and right, yet hesitated over which was the correct one to close it.

But upon closer inspection, there was a slight difference between the two black boxes.

The black box closest to the right side didn’t contain any symbols, while the one a bit more to the inside had two vertical lines.

For someone with a bit of computer experience, this symbol would be naturally recognized as a pause button.

However, Huo Zhibiao didn’t understand, and he thought this symbol must have been the close button.

Thus, without further hesitation, Huo Zhibiao moved the mouse and clicked heavily on the button.

In an instant, the playback function of the recording software was activated by Huo Zhibiao.

Following that, a slightly melancholic background music also began to play.

I’d rather suffer heartache than adorn your dreams.

Don’t play with my heart over and over again.

I’d rather carry my sorrow back with me, like the wind that just disappeared.

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“What’s going on, Brother Bai, you started singing?” Chen Zhengxin, who had just finished checking the equipment, couldn’t help but lift his head.

“I didn’t sing!” Bai Zicong was also dumbfounded, but his eyes quickly began to sparkle.

“Damn, it sounds like Li Changlin’s voice!” By now, Chen Zhengxin had realized what happened, and after a brief moment of surprise, he became excited.

Although the two of them hadn’t graduated from a music department, they were very passionate about music.

Both Chen Zhengxin and Bai Zicong could distinguish what was good music.

Moreover, they both had professional teams under them that wrote songs, and although Li Changlin was singing in the language of Southern Yue Province, it didn’t stop them from appreciating a good song.

“That’s right, this is the vibe I’m looking for!” After listening to just a part, Bai Zicong already couldn’t contain himself and clenched his fist and waved it fiercely, exclaiming excitedly, “Zhengxin, hurry up and call Li Changlin up here, I want to buy this song from him!”

“The song is good, but it may not necessarily be created by Li Changlin.” Chen Zhengxin, in contrast to Bai Zicong, was slightly more composed.