Back in the dormitory, Han Fei fell on the hanging chair and rubbed his temples. He had a headache. A documentary about the life of the lower class people. If you want to use a song to express it, which song should you choose?
Of course, if it's just that, that's it. The key is that in order to achieve the purpose of promotion, the song cannot be a niche, it must have a high degree of popularity, which is the most important thing.
When Xie Buchen saw Han Fei looking at him, he could only shrug innocently, saying that he had no choice but to do nothing. He also gave a thumbs up, meaning: You can do it.
This was just a matter of watching the excitement. Han Fei patted his forehead speechlessly, turned on the computer, and began to think hard.
For two days in a row, Han Fei rejected dozens of songs, but he still couldn't find one that fit perfectly. His lips began to blister. There was not much time left for him, and the application deadline was ten days away.
"Hey, Old Han, why don't we get a pet or something?" Qin Ming pushed open the bedroom door and said anxiously.
Han Fei replied helplessly: "What kind of trouble are you causing?"
"No, you haven't seen it. Zheng Mang, who lives in the next dormitory, picked up a stray cat and kept it for almost a month. Hey, when the cat's coat color grew, it became so beautiful. He now relies on this cat to work at station B.
Up uploaders can earn thousands of dollars by uploading videos, and all the pretty girls in school come to him one by one in order to play with their cats." Qin Ming looked angry, but of course, he was more jealous.
Jin Boyuan was filled with indignation when he heard this: "It's so shameful. We promised fair competition, but this guy actually hired foreign aid."
Han Fei was too lazy to pay attention to them and replied casually: "So, what do you mean, we also have a cat in our dormitory?"
"How can that be possible? Am I the kind of vulgar person?" Qin Ming curled his lips disdainfully.
Xie Buchen was lying on the bed and suddenly said: "Isn't it?"
Han Han almost couldn't hold back his laughter. Qin Ming glared at Xie Buchen angrily: "Don't worry, we don't raise cats. Others have already raised them. Even if we raise them again, it's just a trick. Let's raise ducks."
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"Duck?" Xie Buchen rolled his eyes.
"Duck." Qin Ming nodded seriously.
"No, don't look at me like that. It's not a quacking duck. It's an internet celebrity - Cole Duck, a special pet duck. Don't you think it's cute?" Qin Ming took out his mobile phone.
Xie Buchen glanced at it: "What's the difference? Doesn't it still sound like a quack?"
"But it's cute!" Qin Ming defended.
Jin Boyuan also nodded.
Well, Han Fei simply didn't notice. Who would have thought that under the appearance of two "macho men", there is still a girl's heart.
"Wait, animals?" Han Fei suddenly had an idea and opened the arranging software on his computer.
Qin Ming and Xie Buchen had several rounds of quarreling. They were generally arguing about the cleanliness of the dormitory. The two sides were at war with each other and refused to give in. Just when they wanted to win over Han Fei as an ally, they found that he was facing him.
The computer seemed possessed and had no response at all to their solicitation.
Qin Ming approached him curiously: "What is this thing that is so fascinating?"
Xie Buchen's eyes lit up and he cursed: "Don't touch him, Lao Han must have been inspired. Don't interrupt his train of thought at this time."
"Is it so evil?" Jin Boyuan asked doubtfully.
"Do you know how much a license for Lao Han's previous song [In Memory of] sold for?"
"How many?"
"One hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Hiss~~~"
After a night of silence, Qin Ming and the others woke up early the next morning and found that Han Fei was still looking at the computer.
"Damn it, he didn't sleep all night, right?" Qin Ming was cautious, for fear of disturbing Han Fei.
At this moment, Han Fei suddenly took off his earphones, stretched for a long time, looked back and saw three confused faces staring at him, and was shocked: "No, you are just pretending to be so late at night.
Where's the fun?"
"It's still night? Look outside, it's already bright." Jin Boyuan pointed to the light coming in from the window.
Han Fei looked at it and said, "So, I did it all night?"
"No, Old Han, why are you doing this like a demon?" Qin Ming asked with concern.
Xie Buchen put on his headphones first and clicked on the audio file that Han Fei had edited. Four and a half minutes later, Xie Buchen took off his headphones and gave Han Fei a thumbs up: "I'm convinced!"
Qin Ming and Jin Boyuan were a little dumbfounded. They couldn't believe that these words came from Xie Buchen's mouth. They quickly picked up the headphones, but what they heard was just an accompaniment. They suddenly wondered: Is this music that good?
Han Fei filled out the music score, then scanned it into a picture and uploaded it, and started to apply for copyright. It was almost ten o'clock when he finished the work. As for today's class, there happened to be a lot of people in the big classroom, so Xie Buchen and the others just answered the questions and passed by.
If you really can't do it, then you just skip classes. A university without skipping classes is incomplete.
After a good sleep, it was already night when Han Fei opened his eyes, but the dormitory was quiet, with only Xie Buchen reading.
"Where are they two?" Han Fei asked curiously.
Xie Buchen shrugged: "Zhang Yue and Hu Caini in the class celebrated their birthday today, and almost everyone went there except you."
"Then why don't you go?" Han Fei vaguely remembered that these two beauties were among the most beautiful women in the class. Their looks were among the best in the entire film and television academy, and they had many suitors.
Xie Buchen just replied lightly: "Not interested."
"Hiss~~~ You're not that one, are you?" Han Fei took a breath of cold air.
"roll!"
Dodging the books thrown by Xie Buchen, Han Fei ran out of the dormitory. He had not eaten for a day and was already hungry.
"Boss, let's have a bowl of duck blood vermicelli. Add more chili pepper and more coriander." Han Fei climbed over the wall at the side entrance of the college. Although Jingying Film is known as a fully closed management, it is not a problem for vendors who want to make money.
The side alley outside the wall is busier than the night market, and there are even ladders set up on the wall to facilitate students' access.
"Okay!" the boss shouted with a local accent, and within five minutes, a portion of duck blood vermicelli was ready.
Han Fei was also very hungry, so he worked hard, wiping his mouth and burping at the same time.
Now that he was out of the capital, Han Fei was not in a hurry to go back. He was going to take a walk nearby to eat something, but before he left the alley, he encountered an uninvited guest.
Yao Na was originally taken out by her best friend to relax, but she ran into the culprit who caused her depression.
"Han Fei?"
When my best friend heard this name, the gossip started to burn: "Is it the Han Fei you often mention?"
Han Fei recalled carefully and then remembered that this seemed to be the vice president of the music club? But what does it mean to mention it often?
The corner of Yao Na's mouth twitched. By the way, have you ever cheated your best friend like you? Why does this sound so ambiguous?
"There will be an event in the music club tomorrow, please be sure to attend!" Yao Na said the word "must" very seriously.
Han Fei subconsciously wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he agreed: "Okay."
My best friend looked infatuated: "He is not as unkind as you said, and he is so handsome. Are you sure he is the same person as you usually talk about?"
"I'm sure, absolutely! You big nympho!" Yao Na said angrily, wondering in her heart, why did he agree so readily?