Chapter 110 Material Girl

'Boom! Boom! '

Song Ya was sweating profusely. The school squash court seemed to be opened for him alone. His skills improved by leaps and bounds. The three male students in the original club could no longer bear the abuse and switched to another club. So this place became a temple for him to be alone, and he fought against himself through the wall. , he believes that this exercise has greatly helped him keep his mind clear and calm.

"Hi."

Fergie leaned against the door to say hello.

"Didn't Hayden tell you? Don't come into contact with me in school." Putting down the racket, he gave her a cold look.

The girl tied a ponytail today, and the short pleated skirt and semi-tight long-sleeve T-shirt of the school cheerleaders perfectly modified her body curves, especially the heavy chest, which made Song Ya start to imagine that she was bouncing with the cheerleaders time scene.

Wait, no! Cheerleading girls in American schools are usually the back garden of boys in clubs such as football, basketball, baseball, etc. You spend your own money to recruit her not to give others a head soup. "Retire the cheerleading team tomorrow. It is clearly stipulated in your contract. Keep up your dance training and refrain from engaging in other dangerous sports that could lead to injury."

"Is cheerleading considered a dangerous sport?" Fergie pouted. "I just passed the interview, and I was still the main cheerleader at my school in Los Angeles."

"Why don't you count, or do you want me to talk to your sister?"

In the United States and areas influenced by American culture, cheerleading girls generally do dangerous moves such as somersaults, upward throws, mid-air turns, etc., and the amount of training is still very large.

"No, I'll just quit." Fergie succumbed, "Can you accompany me to the stylist later?" She noticed the focus of Song Ya's gaze, and stood up proudly.

Song Ya frowned, "You think too much, I will ask Hayden to have a good talk with you later."

They are all white girls who were born as child stars. The short girl in front of her is much more difficult to deal with than the clumsy Mira, but that's okay, Song Ya likes to try different tastes.

Speaking of taste, on the badminton court outside the door, the figure of the good girl Kasiti appeared in Song Ya's sight at some point. She was swinging the racket absent-mindedly, and glanced at herself and Fergie from time to time.

Hehe... Didn't you say it's none of your business?

Looking directly at the past and meeting her eyes, the good girl quickly turned her face away.

Song Ya got excited and decided to change the way of playing. There was not much ink left. He took out a check from the bag in the corner and shook it to Fergie, "This is your installation fee. I have already said hello to the stylist. She will take it to your mall later."

"Wow." Fergie saw the number 3000 on the check, her eyes lit up, "Boss, you are the most handsome!"

The check was issued by the A+ record company. Not only Fergie, but also Deleair and his outfit expenses, the money for the F150, and even some travel and family expenses all went to the A+ record company.

Song Ya hooked her finger at her with the check.

Fergie hesitated for a few seconds before walking in from the door.

Song Ya raised her hand suddenly, letting her outstretched hand catch the empty space.

"Uh..." Fergie stopped her hands in the air and smiled awkwardly, "Boss?"

"What's the hurry, the check is ready, and it won't fly away." Song Ya smiled meaningfully and stuffed the check along her neckline.

"You are harassment..." The girl blushed.

"That's right." Song Ya admitted shamelessly this time, put her mouth close to her ear, and said softly: "Otherwise, why do you think I signed you?"

He sensed that the girl wanted to dodge, so he put his arms around her waist domineeringly, and pulled her directly into his arms.

Fei Ji let out an exclamation, and Song Ya could finally feel the great softness and comfort of the double portion...

She twisted her body uneasily, breathing more and more heavily, but this way, Song Ya's experience was better. He held the girl's chin with his other hand, raised her head, and looked at him relatively.

The girl blushed from her face to her neck and the back of her ears,

The shrewdness in the big eyes finally disappeared, leaving only restlessness and confusion.

"I didn't expect you to be so inexperienced, Material Girl."

Song Ya secretly smiled, scraped her thumb on the cute little groove of her chin, then aimed at the red lips, and kissed them directly.

The girl leaned limply on him at first, and after about ten seconds, she passively let go of her teeth and closed her eyes.

After a long time, the lips parted slowly, the girl felt a little reluctant, subconsciously stood on tiptoe to try to reach it, but found that it was not enough, opened her eyes slightly, and found that she was being watched by Song Ya with a smile, shy and embarrassed, and slapped Song Ya coquettishly. Ya's chest, "You are necrotic."

"All right."

Protecting the food, Song Ya was not in a hurry to eat, and pointed to the watch on her wrist, "You should go to a stylist."

"Mmm..." The girl buried her head in his arms again, not wanting to leave.

"good."

Song Ya pushed Fergie to the door, and met Kasiti's eyes again, "Be obedient, go." He deliberately reached under the pleated skirt and pinched her buttocks.

"Oh!"

It wasn't Fergie who yelled, Kasiti forgot to swing her racket, and was hit on the forehead by a flying shuttlecock...

"Ooh woo I'm a rebel just for kicks now, I've been feeling it since 1966 now..."

Back in the recording studio, Song Ya continued to record songs. Picking up girls is just a flavoring agent, and music is his main business, which he clearly distinguishes.

"Uh... APLUS."

Dilai's voice sounded, "Are you handling it too cheerfully here?"

"Happy? Is there?"

"Yeah, you seem to be in a good mood today. Did anything good happen?" Di Lai asked with a smile.

"Hehe, no, let's continue."

"Okay, pay attention..."

"I know I know."

The recording progress of this song is very fast. In terms of technical difficulty, due to the addition of Andrew and Henry and the use of some new equipment, it can almost reach more than half of the effect of Columbia Records Studio. Song Ya estimates that it will be completed in a few days. The very popular version went to New York, and then quickly pushed into the market to catch the last train of this wave of enthusiasm.

Before I knew it, it was almost early in the morning, "Let's stop here today." Song Ya felt his voice was a little tired. It was a bit tiring to sing this song with a half-truth and half-fake voice. Fortunately, he is only ten years old now. At the age of six, it is easier for vocal cords to complete this type of singing than adult singers.

"Why are you here? Where's your sister?" Song Ya pushed open the door of the recording studio, and saw Fergie standing outside waiting for him.

"Dangdangdangdang..." Fergie turned around in a circle, showing off her newly bought clothes, a slanted-shouldered black jacket that exposed one shoulder, and a pair of low-waisted jeans under her flat belly. The tight tailoring accentuated her amazing curves.

"Look, look..." She posed a few more poses, showing Song Ya her earrings and belt buckles, all of which were exaggerated and shiny styles that black people like.

The brands of these clothes belong to the light luxury category in the United States. Compared with Song Ya now, they are not expensive. This is what he specifically asked when he hired the stylist. The knife can never hit.

"Yes, stop wearing those butterfly sleeves in the future, and separate your style from country and adult lyric divas."

The vocal music tutors, stylists, and dance classes that Song Ya found for her were all black women who followed the hip-hop hip-hop style. If possible, he planned to transform Fergie into a hip-hop female singer. This is also purposeful. The future songs he got from Apocalypse, especially rap songs like second-hand stores, are very "lively" in processing, that is, he likes to add various "calls" that seem inexplicable in this era, For example, at the end of a sentence he sang, he yelled "yeah" or something. Based on the above considerations, he planned to let Fergie join in at an appropriate time and be responsible for singing that part of the female vocal harmony.

Dilai, Andrew and others silently packed their things and left one after another.

"Is all the money spent on this?" Song Ya asked.

"Dang dang dang!" Fergie was also very happy today, and jumped outside the recording room again to show Song Ya a lot of clothes she brought. She also got a mobile hanger like the one used by the crew, and it was all hung up.

"You brought it up by yourself?" Song Ya was amazed.

"Of course not, I asked Mawota to help get it." Fergie tore off the transparent plastic outside of a dress, "I still like this one, um, and this one." She chirped happily.

"Why don't you show me all of them, just like Julia Roberts's drag show in Pretty Woman when she buys clothes."

"Yeah."

"Come to my office."

He helped Fergie push the hanger into the office, and after switching, the two of them switched to the sofa...