After thinking for a long time, Xu Jie said, "I agree to your conditions, but I will decide the content of the song you wrote for me, including thunder and lightning, skateboard shoes and so on."
This time it was skateboarding shoes. He was afraid that next time he would be eating popsicles or drinking milk. He really couldn't stand it.
"Okay, you can tell me your requirements first."
"I want the content to inspire sunshine, to make men feel energetic, roar with unlimited energy, be full of self-confidence, and break through all obstacles."
Fang Jing:……
It's vigorous, upward, and confident. This is not sunny at all. I'm just a porter of nature, not a medicine seller. Have you found the wrong person?
"Ahem, okay, give me a few days, it's a bit difficult."
This was the first time he encountered such a difficult problem.
"Okay, I'll wait for your good news, but hurry up, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on until then."
Fang Jing was startled, and the cigarette ashes fell to the ground. He looked at Xu Jie sympathetically, "Has it reached this point?"
"Well!" Xu Jie looked embarrassed, "I'm not afraid of your ridicule if I say it. It's not a last resort. I really don't want to come to you."
"I understand." Fang Jing sighed, "I'm free during this period. If you need help, you can come to me at any time."
"Thanks!"
"You're polite, it's your own business, one family doesn't talk about two families."
After the matter was discussed, Fang Jing was in a hurry to buy groceries and left first.
As soon as he left, Xu Jie glanced at him. When he saw that he hadn't come back, he immediately tore off the menu, folded it and put it in his pocket.
Are you kidding me? He only bought one and got two free at such a high price. If he said he didn’t want it, he wouldn’t want it anymore? Fang Jing composed the music and lyrics himself, and he could make a fortune by selling it.
"Hey, Xiaoxue." Xu Jie got up and called his agent, "Isn't there a new rich second generation in the studio? Tell him that I have two masterpieces by Fang Jing, and I gave him 5 million each."
"It's okay, I have more here. Fang Jing came up with this song from the Tao Te Ching. It's a classic."
We can't let him be taken advantage of. Five million for a song is like finding someone to back him up.
At noon, Fang Jing was cooking in the kitchen. When he turned around, he saw a figure coming in from the door with a bloody knife on his shoulder. He was so frightened that his hand holding the kitchen knife tightened.
"Brother, do you think I look beautiful?"
Damn it! Hearing that it was Fang Hui's voice, Fang Jing breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily: "Why are you so crazy when you have nothing to do?"
"This is not crazy, this is cosplay! Do you understand?"
Fang Hui has shoulder-length short hair dyed brown, wearing red-rimmed glasses, wearing a knitted jacket on the upper body, a blue and white undershirt underneath, a short skirt and stockings, and casual leather shoes.
The role is Mirai Ayama.
Looking at Fang Jing, Fang Hui blinked cutely.
"Tch! It's all boring!" Fang Jing looked back at the pot with a look of disdain, "How old are you to do this? It seems like so much tuition every year is wasted."
"This is the 80th anniversary of the school. There are many programs. If you didn't go to high school, you wouldn't understand." Realizing that it might hurt Fang Jing's self-esteem, Fang Hui scratched his head, "Haha, then any parent can participate."
"Go away! I don't care!"
"Brother, let's go together. You haven't been to our school yet."
"If you don't go, what's the point of wearing this crap? It's embarrassing."
…
In the afternoon, at the bus stop, Fang Hui was carrying a bloody sword, and Fang Jing was wearing a ferocious mask, a black windbreaker, and a black sword in his hand. They got on the bus.
Everyone shunned wherever he passed. Not sure if it was an illusion, but Fang Jing found that the people around him were much more polite to him, and people gave up their seats at every stop.
The driver had seen the world, he didn't panic at all and drove calmly.
What is this? Last night, some Sadako saw a zombie get into his car. That was so scary. He was trembling and called the police. When he came and asked, he found out that it was a high school student role-playing and that it was the school anniversary today.
Looking at the God of Death and the cute girl from a distance today, he knew what was going on.
A few minutes later, the bus was stopped by the traffic police as soon as it reached a stop.
"Do not move!"
Two traffic policemen got into the car, pointed at Fang Jing and shouted, "Put the knife down!"
Just because the driver wasn't afraid doesn't mean that some people weren't afraid. Someone called the police after Fang Jing got in the car. His knife was really scary. At first glance, it looked exactly like the real thing.
He was a tall man with a knife in his hand. Who wouldn't call the police after seeing this?
"Uncle policeman, misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Fang Jing raised his hands in confusion, "This is an umbrella, not a knife. If it doesn't work, I'll show it to you."
"Don't move, don't move your hands." Two traffic policemen approached cautiously, and one of them grabbed the "tachi".
Damn it!
As soon as I bought it, I felt it didn’t feel right!
Take off the scabbard and reveal your true face with an umbrella.
The driver turned his head and smiled and said: "They are high school students. It's the school's anniversary. I received dozens of them today, like Uzumaki Naruto, Sasuke, Matt Kakashi, Dragon Ball, and cowboys with guns."
The traffic policeman looked grim and reprimanded Fang Jing, "You can't do this even on the school anniversary, you know, your knife is so scary."
Fang Jing pointed at Fang Hui: "Her knife is red, which makes it even scarier."
traffic police...
Can it be the same? For such a cute little girl, her outfit looks very cute at first glance. Although the knife in her hand is blood red, it is fake at first glance.
What about you? You cover your face, you are tall, you stand silent, and you hold such a terrifying sword in your hand.
"Be careful next time, try to drive when you get dressed like this, don't scare people, you know?"
Since they were fine, the traffic police gave them a few words of instruction and were ready to let them go. They were just high school students, so there was no need to make a fuss.
"Thank you. I'm sorry to bother the police. The school says parents are not allowed to drive in because they're afraid there won't be enough space."
The school's parking spaces are limited, and the students who come here are from poor families. No one has a car. There are thousands of students, and every family comes by car, so there is no place to put them.
Moreover, driving is prohibited to prevent parents from comparing each other. What do your children think about your Alto and his Audi?
"Uncle policeman, go slowly. I'm sorry for delaying you."
Being called by Fang Jing's uncle one after another, the traffic policeman in his twenties was helpless and didn't want to stay any longer.
Ever since he joined this industry, he has been called uncle by everyone from his 40s, 56s, to 50s and 60s, and he has been forced to make his age the same as his grandfather.
"Look, it's all your fault." Fang Jing glared at Fang Hui, "I said I wouldn't come, but you insisted on me coming."
Fang Hui stared back with big innocent eyes.
Who heard that parents can participate and couldn’t wait to buy clothes? It seems that you bought this knife yourself, right?
Really, everything that happens is blamed on her.
More than ten minutes later, the bus stopped in front of the school. As soon as the door opened, various people got off with swords, shields, Spider-Man, and Wolverine.
Close to the school, the people on this line are all students. They see too much, and other passengers are numb and not surprised.
At the school gate, security guards strictly check students' school badges and register the names of their relatives.
Holding Fang Jing's clothes, Fang Hui smiled and said, "This is my brother, Fang Jing."
"Oh, he's still a big star." The security guard smiled jokingly, "Take off the mask, just look at the camera and go in."
Turning around and taking off his mask, Fang Jing glanced at the camera and then quickly put it on.