When Cao Cao was told, Cao Cao arrived. As soon as Fang Jing returned to the dormitory area, he met He Kangsheng. Originally, he wanted to go and ask for leave, but now he didn't have to run away.
"Fang Jing, who is looking for you? I heard from the front desk that he is a relative of yours?"
"It's not my relative, it's from Yuedian Group. I wrote a novel on their website some time ago. I haven't updated it for the past two days. The editor came to take a look."
Fang Jing didn't hide anything, he just told the truth. It wasn't anything shameful anyway.
"By the way, Planning He, I would like to take half a day off."
He Kangsheng frowned, "Write a novel? I'm not talking about you. Why should you write a novel at this time?"
The main thing is to prepare well for the competition. When you get into the top ten and win the championship, the money you get from one announcement will be enough for you to write novels for a lifetime."
"One code is another code, these are two different things. I write novels not only for money, but also for my hobby."
Fang Jing talked about it without batting an eyelid. If it weren't for money, who would write novels? Staying up late every day hurts your body and your back hurts.
The road to stardom is indeed a sunny road, and the money comes quickly, but who can guarantee how long one will be famous?
And it’s not the finals yet. Who knows if we can win the championship until the last minute. It’s always right to leave a way out.
If one day I can't survive in the entertainment district, coming back and writing novels is a good way out.
The key is that Zhu Xian is very popular right now, selling tens of thousands of dollars a month. Of course someone as stingy as Fang Jing is reluctant to give up.
"Okay, you go ahead and come back before dinner." After thinking about it, He Kangsheng nodded. After all, they are just a show, and the binding force is not that strong.
Contestants who want to go out are still allowed, as long as they don't reveal the program recording content in advance.
"By the way, think carefully about what Yang Ning told you." He Kangsheng suddenly said again, "She is a good agent, and you will not be buried under her."
"Thank you, I will consider it seriously." Fang Jing gave He Kangsheng a strange look. No matter what the other party's purpose was, he still nodded and thanked him.
He checked a lot of information about Yang Ning in the past two days, and Chen Haibo, whom she had single-handedly brought up before, was indeed very popular.
But it seems that he offended a big shot in the entertainment industry and was sentenced to half a year in prison. It is estimated that his future career is gone.
…
After taking a coat and ID card, Fang Jing walked to the nearest Internet cafe, picked a corner, and turned on the computer to code quickly.
Some time ago, Fang Jing wrote novels every day, and Fang Jing's typing speed improved a lot, and he has vaguely recovered the speed of his previous life.
Now I don’t even need to look at the keyboard, I just type blindly. I only hear a crackling sound and lines of words appear on the screen.
"ah!"
At seven o'clock in the evening, Fang Jing stretched and yawned, shook his sore hands, closed the computer, got up and left.
In one afternoon, six or seven hours, he coded eight chapters and more than 10,000 words without eating a single meal, all of which were set to be updated in one day.
…
"Hello, dear friends in front of the TV, welcome to the Voice of China Dream, broadcast under the title of Nongfu Spring.
After several rounds of fierce competition, we selected the 70 most beautiful voices from all over the country.
The waves wash away the sand, leaving behind all the true elites. In this duel between seventy and thirty-five, who will go and who will stay? We will wait and see."
After the host introduced, the three tutors came on the stage. Without wasting too much time, the three sang a song together and sat down at the tutors' table.
The order of the contestants was determined by drawing lots. Fang Jing was in seventh place. Shen Hao was unlucky and got the first place. His hands are still shaking now.
Zhao Lei and Yu Meng were behind. They looked relaxed. Now that they had decided to leave, they didn't care as much about winning or losing as they did at first.
"Stop drinking. What should I do if I get nervous and need to urinate?" Fang Jing kindly reminded Shen Hao when he saw Shen Hao guzzling down two bottles of water.
"Huh! I'm a little nervous. I heard that drinking water can distract your attention. Take a break!"
Fang Jing chuckled, "Who told you? How can you sing after you've been drinking and burping for a while?"
"Hiccup! Then... hiccup! What should I do?" Shen Hao was worried. If he really lost the game because of nervousness, the song worth 100,000 yuan would be wasted.
"I'll teach you a way. Touching your ears or pinching the back of your neck can stimulate the brain nerves and greatly divert your attention.
If you really can't do it, just close your eyes and don't look at the instructor or the audience when you start singing."
"Hiss! This is a good idea!" Shen Hao grinned, and the back of his neck turned red.
"Let us applaud the No. 1 player Shen Hao, and the songs he brings are different from us!"
When he heard his name being called, Shen Hao took a few deep breaths, walked up from the side of the stage, adjusted the microphone and bowed to the sound teacher.
The lights suddenly dimmed, and a low-pitched guitar sound came out. Just when the audience thought it was a ballad, it suddenly took a turn, and the guitar sounded high-pitched, igniting blood.
Brothers for so many years
Who knows you better than me
It’s not easy to have too many
Who knows you better than me
It’s not easy to have too many
Time and temper have been smoothed away
…
Shen Hao's voice is hoarse and wild, and he sings this song with more charm, but it doesn't have the emotion of nothing and no hesitation that Fang Jing remembers from the original song.
Music needs to convey emotions, and emotions come from life. Shen Hao has never experienced ups and downs, and has not been so poor that he can't make rice with instant noodles and seasonings. It's normal not to be able to sing that kind of feeling.
Therefore, in order to be more emotionally involved and sing more heartily, Fang Jing always chooses songs that fit his own life experience every time he chooses a song.
After all, when you are seventeen or eighteen years old, it would be unreasonable to sing a mortal song. Anyone with long ears can hear that this is not an emotion that young people can have.
"We are different"
"Everyone has different circumstances"
"We are here"
"Waiting for you here"
"We are different"
"Although you will experience different things"
'We all hope'
"We will meet again in the next life"
…
Looking at the music sheet in her hand, Han Hong nodded secretly. The young man on the stage sang well. Although the lyrics were a bit drooling, I have to say that this is what ordinary people like.
But what's the point of keeping your eyes closed all the time? You don't need to be like this if you're singing immersed, right?
Fortunately, the lighting on the stage was a bit dark, and not many people noticed that Shen Hao had his eyes closed. However, he tripped over a wire on the ground midway, but luckily he didn't fall.
'We all hope'
"We can meet again in the next life"
When the last note fell, Shen Hao ended his singing and the stage lights returned to normal. He didn't know how effective the singing was, he only knew that it was very enjoyable.
After singing this song, I felt uneasy and the microphone was wet with sweat from my palms. I looked at Han Hong, Huang Xiaoming and Li Wen expectantly.
Taking off her glasses, Han Hong rubbed the center of her eyebrows. The singers' singing programs usually did not give them to them in advance, but only gave them to them in official competitions.
She just noticed that the lyrics and composition of this song were signed by Fang Jing. Not only this song, but also the lyrics and music of the song sung by a girl named Yu Meng were also written by Fang Jing.
I have to say that this guy is really big-hearted. She has never seen anyone write songs for competitors in competitions. The key is that the opponents also sang. One dared to write and the other dared to sing. She was convinced by this kind of operation.