Announced with Goddess Gao Leng, the school belle is in a hurry!

Chapter 342

Chapter 342

After hearing this, Liu Anan felt a little hesitant and distressed, but she still couldn't let go of this hurdle in her heart.

"But, mom, I don't think it's necessary to be famous in this way. I have written some songs now, and I want to give it a try."

Liu Hui coaxed and frightened, and pretended to be pitiful. She just wanted her daughter to become popular with Yang Yi's songs. After she became famous, she could quickly take the money and go home.

"An'an, how many times do you want me to say it, you are really going to piss me off, why did I give birth to such an unfilial daughter like you, tell the truth, can the songs you write be better than Yang Yi's? "

Liu Anan's voice became hesitant.

"Well, it really isn't."

"Isn't that all right? Now such a good opportunity is in front of you, and you still don't want it? You are trying to piss me off, you unfilial daughter."

Liu An'an was finally told that he was about to collapse.

"Okay, Mom, since you said that, I promise you, don't I?"

After hanging up the phone, Liu An'an sat down on the chair angrily.

She is considered a talented woman at the Haicheng Conservatory of Music, and she has written a lot of songs, but it's a pity that she didn't cause any big waves.

Sometimes, if a person is not famous, it may be because he has no talent, but it may also be because he is unlucky.

Every time Liu Anan released a song, it happened to catch up with some talents in the music industry to release a song, and then the limelight was overshadowed.

It can be said that Liu An'an already has a nickname in the Haicheng Conservatory of Music, Wang Feng of the Conservatory of Music.

Every time she wants to be on the hot search, she will be overwhelmed by other bigger news.

This matter also made Liu An'an depressed for a while.

In fact, she was also very guilty, because Liu Hui's husband died early, so she has been raising her daughter alone all the time. She has suffered a lot over the years. Liu An'an is not the kind of heartless child, mother She has seen all the hard work.

It is precisely because of this that the guilt in her heart is getting heavier and heavier. Liu An'an always feels that Liu Hui's life should be better without herself.

She can also find another husband who loves her, instead of being a hysterical middle school head teacher like she is now.

Looking at the few songs in her hand, Liu Anan finally hesitated, when one of her roommates, Ouyang Luoluo, walked in.

Ouyang Luoluo is a standard daughter of a wealthy family, her family has a lot of wealth, and it is said that there are several gold mines.

It can be said to be a standard Bai Fumei.

As soon as she saw the pieces of paper in Liu An'an's hand, she immediately grabbed them.

"What are you looking at, eh? Let me see if it's your new song."

Ouyang Luoluo read these songs at a glance and was shocked.

"Ah, did you write this?"

Liu Anan hesitated.

"Ah, that's not actually what I wrote."

Ouyang Luoluo's eyes were about to emit laser light.

"Did you write that?"

Liu An'an's heart was at war between heaven and man, but it only lasted for half a second before she made up her mind.My mother must have paid a lot for getting these songs.

So she made up her mind.

"I wrote it!"

"The songs you wrote before are not as good as these. Here are three songs. Can you give me one?"

"Then how can I do it? I managed to write it out."

Ouyang Luoluo's family is rich, so she no longer has that desire for money. Instead, she wants to be famous. She wants to stand on the stage of the music industry and let everyone worship her and love her. she cheers.

It's just that her talent is not that good, so even though she is already a junior, she has written two or three songs that are not bad.

Now that she was holding the few pieces of paper in her hand, she felt that she couldn't put it down.

"I'll give you money, can you sell me a song?"

Liu An'an got a little angry, "No, these are all my own, I want to use these songs to release songs."

She took the score back and put it in the cabinet angrily.

Ouyang Luoluo didn't say anything, just looked at Liu An'an silently, wondering what he was planning.

When it was time for dinner at night, she leaned over again and took the initiative to chat with Liu An'an.

In fact, the relationship between them in the dormitory is pretty good. If it wasn't for this piece of music, they would have been very harmonious at ordinary times, and Liu An'an had already forgotten the unhappiness that happened just now.

Ouyang Luoluo leaned over and began to inquire about it.

"An'an, you didn't actually write those songs, did you?"

"What did you say?"

Liu Anan was also very excited. Those songs were so good. She was sure that as long as those songs were released, she would definitely become the most popular celebrity in the music industry, and there would be no copyright issues.

Now that Yang Yi has already agreed, she doesn't need to be hypocritical anymore.

As long as she can repay her mother, she is willing to do anything.

"I wrote it myself."

"Really? Did you have a draft or something when you wrote it before? I didn't see it at all."

A trace of panic flashed across Liu An'an's face.

"Oh, those drafts are useless, so I throw them all away and destroy them."

"That's it."

Ouyang Luoluo suddenly had a bold idea in her heart, but she remained calm on the surface.

In the evening, while Liu Anan was washing up, Ouyang Luoluo sent a message to several of her juniors. Because she was rich and beautiful, Ouyang Luoluo had countless suitors. A campus goddess.

She sent a message to every suitor: "Can I occupy a recording studio tomorrow?"

Many students of the Conservatory of Music record and release songs in the school's own recording studio, so Ouyang Luoluo asked everyone to book all the music rooms, or occupy them.

In such a short period of time, Liu An'an has no chance to record songs.Then the next day, Ouyang Luoluo excused himself from feeling unwell and took a class off.

After everyone in the dormitory had gone to class, she got up from the bed, and according to the memory of last night, she took out the music score from Liu Anan's cabinet.

Looking at the handwriting of the score, Ouyang Luoluo sneered.

"What did you write by yourself? This handwriting is not yours at all. I really thought I was blind. I don't know how much it cost and where I bought it from."

Ouyang Luoluo copied the music score again, then tore up the original score written by Yang Yi, and burned it with a lighter.

Then she happily took the score and went to a recording studio.

(End of this chapter)