Tutor Class
Maomao taught the left protector B2 to climb the wall to become Yi Jingchen's fan girl, causing people from both circles to split at the same time.
In a blink of an eye, the terms #B2 climbing the wall#, #B2 quitting religion#, and #B2 raising silver tabby cats# quickly became hot searches.
The real-time popularity and discussion level were even higher than the "Super Idol" roadshow.
Moreover, every time you click on a trending search, tens of thousands of netizens will participate in it in real time. Those who don’t know may think that some top star’s reputation has collapsed.
Most of the show's fans don't know much about Mao Mao Jiao, and they are very confused when they notice this sudden surge in popularity.
Who are B2? They're even more popular than the most popular trainee on "Super Idol."
[To reply to the previous post, B2 is the left protector of the Mao Mao Cult, equivalent to the fan with the most influence in the fan circle. Because a few years ago, someone mistook 'B2' for 'BZ', thinking it was the abbreviation of "霸总", and then everyone started calling him "霸总哥" (Ba Zong Ge).]
[Boss Brother joined the sect two years later than Little JB. He rose to the position of Dharma Protector alongside JB, relying on his wealth and ruthlessness.]
[To name a few, the boss has bought asteroids for cats, created drones to cheer on them, and even bought an island in the Pacific Ocean and turned it into a fantasy paradise for cat gods!]
Bought an island? You have a mine at home!
Indeed, within days of buying the island, the boss dug up a natural blue diamond and fashioned it into a pair of cat's-eye diamonds. Money flows to those who have it. Look at the boss's return on investment. I'm envious.
Since the bossy brother and the domesticated silver gradient are the same person, Yi Jingchen's debut is a sure thing, and he can even get a debut position by spending money!
[Trivia: You can't spend real money on the "Super Idol" main rankings. Spending money is useless. Fans already hate Yi Jingchen, and finding out that Zuo Hufa is cheating makes them hate him even more.]
[Haha, Yi Jingchen is finished, just wait for the anti-cat fans! ]
Fans of other teams were gloating, secretly thinking that Yi Jingchen had hit a wall this time and was definitely finished!
For the fan circle, "big fans climbing the wall" is a serious crime that will implicate the entire clan!
It turns out that the rules of fan circles do not apply to the Cat Cult.
The cat believers are deeply influenced by the Cat Palace and regard it as a fantasy land.
There are always young people coming here with their middle school dreams, and there are always people graduating from here, packing their bags and becoming brave adults.
The creed of the Maomao Cult is: We hope that everyone who graduates from here can use the joy of harvest to withstand all the coldness in the world and move forward towards their own future.
Their cat once said: I don’t want this love to cause any burden to anyone.
Everyone has the right to leave.
After a brief shock, the believers left messages on B2's Weibo, wishing him peace in his present life.
B2 switched to the 'Home-raised Silver Gradient' account, sent out the processed selfie, and then switched back to his own life account, and found that the comment section was full of blessings.
Things like "I wish you a happy life now", "We'll meet again if we're lucky", "I cherish the years I spent with you", etc.
If you don’t know, you might think she died young.
B2 was afraid that they would continue to misunderstand, so she quickly explained that she had not betrayed her religion, but was just serving as Yi Jingchen's fangirl.
While chasing stars, he is still the left protector of the Maomao Cult.
To prove her statement, she also threw out two receipts, indicating that she paid 60% of the rent and start-up capital for this year's Holy Land Exhibition, as generous as ever.
Otherwise, with the booth fees received by the organizer and the copyright fees of "Breaking Dimension", how could they rent such a large venue in the central business district of S City, where every inch of land is valuable?
The believers who originally thought that Zuo Hufa had left the religion were relieved when they saw the clarification on Weibo, and finally had the energy to make jokes in the comment section.
[Left Protector: Yi Jingchen and I were just playing around~]
[Hahahahaha, this bossy guy is such a scumbag. He already has a cat, but he still goes out to have a little idol. Are domestic cats less attractive than wild cats?]
[Boss is such a good man, he's so devoted even when playing, and he even acts as Yi Jingchen's fangirl~]
[Wait, if the boss brother is taking a photo of Yi Jingchen, he should be called "Zhan Ge" right?]
[Yes, yes, how can a celebrity fan club have gender bias? Let's clear the name of the fan club brother!]
[Um... Shuangdan needs to explain, 'Home-raised Silver Gradient' is indeed a fangirl.]
[+1, during the theme song, the live camera caught sight of someone taking photos of Chen's family. She was a beautiful lady with short hair and a very cute face. Her voice was incredibly bright!]
[My fans came over here to testify, I went to get the merchandise offline today, and the person who distributed it was a beautiful sister]
What? So the bossy guy might actually be a girl?
What's wrong with you, the Cat Cult?! I thought the Right Protector JB was a softie, but he actually has one. I thought the boss guy was a tough guy with eight-pack abs, but he's actually a big-eyed sweetie.
[According to this rule...my cat might be a girl!]
[Wake up, a girl who is 184cm tall?]
What's wrong with being 184cm tall? Even a King Kong Barbie is fine~
Is Maodian 184cm tall? My husband Yi Jingchen is also 184cm tall, what a coincidence!
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After the "Super Idol" roadshow ended, the staff urgently organized the trainees to evacuate the square.
There were so many onlookers at the scene that the trainees could barely squeeze out of the circle, but the bus was surrounded by three layers of people inside and outside.
It was impossible to drive out before the crowd was evacuated.
The program crew's live broadcast equipment and various props were all left in the bus, and there was no way to abandon the bus and leave.
After consulting with their superiors, the staff decided to arrange for the trainees to stay in a nearby star-rated hotel that is cooperating with the program team, considering that it was quite late, and then rush back early the next morning.
The 18 trainees have been preparing for the roadshow since yesterday.
My younger brothers had just been jumping and dancing, which consumed a lot of energy, and they were already starving.
As soon as I checked in at the hotel, I immediately ran to the hotel cafeteria.
The hotel cafeteria is naturally more luxurious than the one at the recording base. The younger brothers are all crying for food, looking as greedy as if they haven't eaten in eight lifetimes.
“Hurry up and serve the food!”
Du Xingwei, a student in his puberty period, held a knife in his left hand and a fork in his right hand, his eyes sparkling green as he said, "I'm so hungry! I'm going to eat the production team out of money!"
The ideal is particularly full.
Reality quickly taught them a lesson.
Arranging trainees to stay in star-rated hotels is already an unplanned additional expense.
After all, the program crew is capitalist and not that kind, so they prepared the cheapest meals for them.
When the waiter brought a few plates, Du Xingwei realized:
[It's not just steaks that require knives and forks, there's also Italian...noodles.]
He rolled up a mouthful of noodles, put it in his mouth and chewed it, showing a painful expression.
[That’s right!]
[It’s the two-yuan bundle of dried noodles you get at the supermarket!]
How could a star-rated restaurant with an average per capita consumption starting from four figures have something as dirty as instant noodles?
It was obvious that the program crew bought it from a supermarket outside, and then borrowed the restaurant cafeteria to prepare a bland meal to maintain vital signs for them.
No wonder the waiter had such a subtle expression when he delivered the food just now. It was probably the first time he saw such an operation.
"It's so disgusting! I won't complain about the cafeteria at the recording base anymore!"
"At least the cafeteria auntie puts some minced meat in the noodles when she cooks them for me."
"I want to lose weight and can't eat so many carbohydrates. Can the staff sister give me some meat?"
"How can you say you're giving up carbs? You're just craving them!" A staff member who was also eating plain boiled noodles sighed. "The production team's funding is limited, and we're already over budget. I don't even know if I can get reimbursed when I get home."
Considering the current popularity of the trainees, they cannot arrange for them to stay in ordinary hotels for fear that they will be harassed by sasaeng fans.
It is indeed a considerable expense for 18 younger brothers to stay in a star-rated hotel.
Yi Jingchen picked up two noodles without any appetite and found them unpalatable.
When he was a poverty alleviation reporter, he had eaten even more disgusting food, but this was not so unpalatable.
Seeing that his friends around him all had opinions, Yi Jingchen swallowed the noodles in his mouth and casually asked them what they wanted to eat.
"I brought my wallet, I'll treat you guys."
"Is it okay? The prices in this restaurant are very high..." Tian Xitu hesitated.
Shu Lang, who was standing next to him, had been through such hard times for so long that he had already finished his small bowl of noodles. He wiped his mouth and said, "As long as the food can fill my stomach, it's fine. For a small reporter like you, it's not easy to make money."
Everyone who has seen Yi Jingchen’s pre-match interview knows that he was originally a reporter.
Because I haven't graduated from university, I have been enjoying the treatment of an intern, my income is 30% less than that of a formal reporter, and I don't have any year-end bonus.
He spent money lavishly, buying cat beds, cat food, and cat climbing frames for his cat, spending at least half a year's salary.
After being together for so long, how could the little friend be willing to squander his hard-earned money?
Even the youngest, Du Xingwei, suppressed his complaints and focused on eating his plain noodles.
Yi Jingchen stood up and grabbed his mushroom head.
"Senior Mushroom, you won't grow taller if you eat such poorly nourishing food."
After saying that, he ignored the people around him who were trying to stop him and walked to the front desk to ask the waiter for more dishes.
When the waiter found out that it was their table, he couldn't help but feel a little pity and recommended egg fried rice to Yi Jingchen, which was not on the menu.
Although it is more expensive than the fried rice sold outside, it is already the cheapest food in the entire restaurant.
"No need." Yi Jingchen refused decisively, "The staple food has already been served."
[Noodles are also delicious when mixed together. We shouldn’t waste food.]
He casually flipped through the menu and ordered a few signature dishes that looked delicious.
He flipped to the back and pointed at the crab roe noodles on the menu and asked, "Can I order just the toppings without the noodles?"
"Yes, yes..." the waiter said awkwardly, "This crab roe noodle is 888 per serving. Even if you don't want the noodles, it's still the original price."
Yi Jingchen said "Oh" and showed no reaction to the price of 888. He took out a black card from his pocket and handed it over.
"Order ten first, swipe the card."
The waiter took the black card, glanced at the issuing bank, and his expression instantly became strange.
"Okay, okay," the waiter said respectfully, "Please wait a moment. I'll ask the chef to serve you the food right away."
"Thank you." Yi Jingchen smiled at her, took the bill to confirm it, and kindly reminded her, "You forgot to collect the service fee."
The waiter basked in his warm smile, and his chest was filled with warmth.
He is rich but doesn’t show off his wealth, he is handsome and has a good personality. Is this the ceiling for rich young masters?
He smiled at me. Does it mean that I will become the heroine of an idol drama?
——Not really.
After Yi Jingchen signed the bill, he immediately turned around and walked back to avoid his bowl of noodles from getting clumped up.
Just after taking a few steps, he heard two people talking loudly in the VIP box.
Yi Jingchen didn't want to listen to the drunkard's madness and was about to leave quickly when his ears caught a few key words unexpectedly.
"...The unpromising young master of the Yan family suddenly fell ill. Old man Yan Shan was extremely worried. He had been relying on this only child for the third generation of his family."
"Are you talking about that hopeless Yan family member? He was sent abroad to receive an aristocratic education, but he still didn't become a decent Yan Haoxuan?"
"Yes, that's him. Young Master Yan just returned home last week. He excited Yan Shan so much that he immediately arranged for him to be the general manager of the head office, intending to support him in taking charge. However, on the day of the induction meeting, Yan Haoxuan suddenly fainted and was already in critical condition when he was rushed to the hospital."
"So sudden? What's wrong?"
"It's said to be a genetic disease. It's quite urgent. We need to find a matching gene. Unfortunately, Master Yan's genotype is quite special, and it won't be easy to find a matching gene for the time being. Yan Shan is so anxious that he is offering a reward of 10 million yuan to find someone to save the Yan family's only child."
"A reward of tens of millions." Yi Jingchen murmured softly, raised his lips, and forced a smile without any smile.
He recalled that when he was young, he was extremely ill one winter, with a high fever that wouldn't go away and he kept coughing up blood.
Not only was Yan Shan not in a hurry, he also sent someone to pull Yi Jingchen out of the hospital bed and brought him back in the wind and snow, in order to force his mother to sign a divorce agreement.
What’s funny is that Yi Jingchen’s mother also doesn’t care whether he lives or dies.
Yi Jingchen lay at home for two whole days, feeling extremely ill.
In the end, it was his grandmother who took him away and raised him by her side.
Now, he heard from others that Yan Shan had offered a reward of tens of millions for the young master of the Yan family and that he was so anxious that his hair had turned white. He just felt it was ironic.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really obvious whether you love someone or not."
"Host, don't be sad." Guagua whispered to comfort Yi Jingchen.
"I'm not sad." Yi Jingchen closed his eyes and opened them quickly. "The years I stayed in the Yan family were the most depressing years of my life. He later disowned me, and I couldn't be happier."
After saying this, Yi Jingchen took a deep breath.
"Never mind, it has nothing to do with me anyway." Yi Jingchen ran a few steps, muttering, "Ah, my noodles are going to clumping!"
The waiter's urging was very efficient. Not long after Yi Jingchen returned to his seat, all the ordered dishes were served, filling up the table.
The round tables in the hotel lobby can seat ten people each.
When Yi Jingchen walked into the restaurant and sat down, he was surrounded by several people with whom he had a good relationship, as well as two female staff members.
They couldn't even wait for the waiter to put down the plates, their eyes started to gleam with greed as they smelled the aroma from afar.
Du Xingwei's mouth was watering with greed, and he stretched his neck to look around. "Lobster! Steak! Roasted lamb leg! Are these all for our table?"
"Yes." After several waiters put them down one after another, they brought crab roe and crab meat to mix with the noodles.
The crab roe and crab meat are placed in a nine-grid wooden box, all peeled.
It is so full that it makes people feel satisfied just by looking at it.
Du Xingwei couldn't help but scooped a big spoonful into the watery noodles.
The two-yuan noodles suddenly became high-end.
If it still had a spirit in heaven, it would surely be amazed at how capable it is.
Shu Lang glanced at the table full of dishes, then looked at Yi Jingchen, and asked him worriedly how much he had spent.
Yi Jingchen was so engrossed in listening to the gossip about wealthy families that he forgot the amount of the bill and said vaguely, "Not much."
"It's definitely not cheap, right?" Tian Xitu, who was likely the highest-paid trainee, offered, "Give me the bill later. I'll transfer it to you when I get my phone."
"If you want to give it to me, we can split the bill." Yi Jingchen said casually, lowering his head to stir the crab roe noodles that had already clumped together.
The next table smelled the aroma wafting over, and a few contestants who had a mediocre relationship with Yi Jingchen and were extremely hungry could not sit still, so they came over with their bowls and asked if they could share some of the food.
Yi Jingchen ordered a lot, so he let them take whatever they wanted.
"Thank you, Brother Yi!"
"Brother Yi, I'll follow you from now on!"
The contestants thanked him profusely and were so moved that they picked up the noodles with fish and meat.
Only a few contestants from the popular group who had glared at Yi Jingchen all the way and were now too embarrassed to do so were left standing there with their bowls in their hands.
Since Yi Jingchen didn't say anything, they were too embarrassed to go over and secretly cursed him a thousand times.
[Isn’t it just a few dishes? Why are you being so arrogant?]
[It seems like no one can afford it!]
[Poor bastard, a table of food that costs so much, it must be killing you, right?]
Amid their insults, Yi Jingchen happily finished his dinner and returned to his room for a good night's sleep.
The next day, at dawn, the production crew drove in the dark and sent the trainees back to the recording base without delaying their work at all.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Mobb Z pushed open the door of classroom number four and saw Shu Lang, Yi Jingchen, and Li Jibai standing there yawning in unison.
The dark circles on his face are heavier than each other. If he were thrown into the zoo, he could cosplay as a giant panda.
Today is the rap group's mentor class, and Mobb Z is responsible for teaching them rap techniques.
"You three, take a nap if you're tired," Mobb Z said impatiently, watching them doze off with their eyes squinting. "You don't have to attend my class."
"That won't work." Yi Jingchen forced his eyes open, "You can't sleep in class."
"Yes." When Li Jibai heard the word 'class', he showed his high school study spirit and looked at the teacher straight in the eye.
Mobb Z was speechless and moved by the learning spirit of the two top students.
[You two deserve to be admitted to University A, while I can only be admitted to University A Vocational College.]
Mobb Z scratched his head. "Actually, I've never been a teacher before, so I don't know what to teach."
Yan Zhichen looked at him encouragingly, "Teacher M, don't worry, think slowly. You can do it."
Mobb Z: ???
Who is the teacher between us?
"Okay, I'll teach you some basic rap techniques." Mobb Z looked around and asked, "Have you ever rapped before?"
After saying that, Fu Zheng raised his hand high.
Shu Lang hesitated for a few seconds, then raised his hand to endorse the Northeastern folk rap.
Yuan Yazhou looked to the left and then to the right, his hands moving up and down.
Mobb Z asked irritably, "Yuan Yazhou, have you ever sung this?"
"I did sing it before..." Yuan Yazhou retracted his hand and said timidly, "But my brother told me not to tell others that I sang it before. It was too bad."
“Puff—”
“Hahahahahaha!”
Several teammates nearby burst out laughing.
"Your brother is useless. He can't even teach his own brother." Mobb Z counted, "Two and a half with basic skills, which is almost the same as none."
Yi Jingchen looked at Teacher M in shock.
[You know how to round off, you math genius!]
Mobb Z changed the subject and continued, "It's actually quite good. Mu Gan's rap is actually quite difficult to learn even if you have a solid foundation. You have to discard your original style and adapt to his strange feeling."
The words "It's harder to learn even if you have a foundation" hurt Fu Zheng badly.
He originally thought that he was the only one with a good foundation and would definitely become the king of the Yangmao group.
As a result, Mobb Z says that the foundation can actually hinder progress.
Fu Zheng exploded!
[***, the whole world is against me! ]
Yi Jingchen covered his mouth and laughed even more wildly.
"I know several rappers who have failed miserably in covering Mu Gan's songs. His energy is very difficult to capture. You have to sing casually, but you can't just sing well casually."
Although Mobb Z disliked Mu Gan's style, he did not bring his emotions into the classroom and taught very seriously.
After he roughly explained the methods and techniques, he asked each member to sing their part according to the original lyrics and gave their comments one by one.
"Yan Zhichen, you're dragging out the tune too long. This isn't a lullaby."
"Okay~" Yan Zhichen responded in a dragging tone.
"Shu Lang, don't pronounce your words so harshly, speak softer. This song is called 'Cat Basking in the Sun,' not 'Tiger Stealing Territory.'"
The Northeastern golden tabby performed a tiger crying scene on the spot.
"Yuan Yazhou, didn't you inherit your brother's rap gene? Your singing is so fucking terrible!"
Yuan Yazhou felt aggrieved, "My brother is not my father, how could he have inherited it?"
"Fu Zheng, you didn't listen to what I said just now. I told you not to act like that!"
Fu Zheng looked ashen and couldn't change at all.
"Li Jibai, Rao Han, You Mo, you three...don't bring your old habits into rap. Li Jibai, this isn't a multiplication table. Rao Han, when you sing words like 'up' and 'down', don't try to find the keys. You Mo, your acting is amazing, but you have to sing!"
Mobb Z finished commenting on each one, and finally it was Yi Jingchen's turn to finish.
He looked at the little loser and, like the other two mentors, had no expectations.
Yi Jingchen cleared his throat and sang his part.
"Today's temperature is 29.3 degrees."
"Sanhua next door hasn't passed by the window yet..."
After listening to the previous seven performances full of problems, Mobb Z's expectations had plummeted and his emotions were on the verge of collapse.
The moment Yi Jingchen opened his mouth, Mobb Z's frown gradually relaxed.
Yi Jingchen had never been exposed to rap before. It was only by playing the song on repeat for the past two days, and with Mu Gan's help in correcting his pronunciation, that he was able to sing the general outline of the song.
If his rap level were put into the Hello Kitty circle, he would definitely be criticized to death.
However, when put into this song, it is surprisingly subtly suitable.
It is lazy but not sloppy, casual but not lazy, and has a warm sunny feeling. The overall feeling is just right.
After listening to him finish singing, Mobb Z finally nodded his noble head.
"Technique needs improvement, but it feels right, so keep it up."
"Thank you, Teacher M~" Yi Jingchen was rarely scolded, and he thanked Mobb Z obediently.
[It's really rare that instructor M doesn't vote for his comments.]
[Is it because there are no other teachers to serve as reference today?]
Mobb Z's eyes widened, and he wanted to withdraw the compliment he had just given.
What do you mean by 'no reference'? He is a professional in the field of rap, okay!
In order to demonstrate his professionalism, Mobb Z taught them many playing techniques in one breath, regardless of whether they could absorb them or not.
It was not until the staff reminded him that the class was about to end and there were other teachers coming to teach that Mobb Z stopped reluctantly. It felt incredible.
Before entering classroom number four, he felt that he had nothing to teach.
As a result, Yi Jingchen was so angry that he taught for three hours without realizing it and still hadn't finished.
"I still have to teach other groups. You guys should practice according to what I say first. If you don't understand, feel free to come to me."
Mobb Z walked towards the door while speaking, opened it, and saw Yan Yu standing outside with a book in her arms, gently tucking her long, fragrant hair.
"Hello, Mr. Zhou."
Mobb Z's surname is Zhou. When he introduced himself the day before yesterday, he somehow made Yan Yu call him Mentor Zhou.
"Hello, Mr. Yan." Mobb Z's original temper subsided instantly, and he greeted Yan Yu politely.
"Teacher Zhou just said that if I don't understand something, I can always come to you. May I ask if I can come to you?" Yan Yu shook the book in his hand. "This is the first time I'm responsible for writing lyrics for a pure rap song. My knowledge of this area is relatively superficial, and the information I can consult is also limited. I need a professional to guide me."
"Of course, I'm free tonight!" Mobb Z said, rushing out in a hurry. "I'm going to class right away, and I'll be free after class!"
"Yo~" Yi Jingchen watched Mobb's back as he ran away and whistled.
[Teacher M, please at least cover it up, it's too obvious!]
[Poor Mo Baby, do you know that Teacher Yan doesn't have that kind of feelings towards you?]
[You are a pure one-sided arrow!]
Yi Jingchen sighed and shook his head, concluding:
[I never thought that you, a big shot in the entertainment industry who looks so cool, are actually a shy pure love warrior!]
[Even though there's not a single word about it, it doesn't stop me from taking a sip~]
"Yi Jingchen." Yan Yu walked into classroom number four and suddenly called Yi Jingchen's name.
"Ah?" Yi Jingchen raised his innocent face, as if he was not the one secretly supporting the couple.
"I heard that you are responsible for writing the lyrics for the group of "Cat Basking in the Sun". Is there any progress now?" Yan Yu's attitude was still gentle and generous. He didn't care that he became his CP fan.
"A little, but not much." Yi Jingchen took out a coiled notebook and showed it to Yan Yu. "I tried filling in a few versions, but I feel that none of them are as good as the original song."
Mu Gan's lyrics have always been dissed by the Kazakhstan community as "kindergarten kids telling stories."
After Yi Jingchen tried to write lyrics, he found that the writing skills of the top student at University A might not be as good as those of "Kindergarten Storytelling".
Although the original lyrics of "Cat Basking in the Sun" are simple, they fit the melody and have a strong sense of picture.
Yi Jingchen tried several methods, such as retaining the original theme and rewriting it, or sublimating the theme, or using gorgeous words to pile up pictures, but the effect was not as good as the simple and bright original version.
Yan Yu took it, flipped through it, nodded, and said, "Your writing skills are very strong, no worse than the professional lyricists I know."
Yi Jingchen was worried, "But I can't write well."
The other teammates came over and comforted him.
"No, it's clearly well written."
In order to praise him, Rao Han even joked about himself, "With my level, I will never be able to write lyrics like this in my lifetime!"
Yan Yu said, "The lyrics and the artistic conception of these versions are very good, but they are not appropriate enough."
"If you treat writing lyrics as a test paper with a score of 100, the best you can get is 70 points."
"Lyric writing is similar to most arts. The most important thing is inspiration. If you force yourself to write without inspiration, you will definitely not be able to write a work that scores above 85 points."
"Yeah." Yi Jingchen nodded thoughtfully, agreeing very much with Yan Yu's statement.
"The source of inspiration is the desire to express. What do you most want to express on this stage?"
Yi Jingchen thought seriously for a long time and said frustratedly, "It seems that there is nothing I want to express."
[Ah! I don’t have the desire to express myself!]
[No wonder I can’t write suitable lyrics!]
Yan Yu got the answer, but smiled gently.
“Coincidentally, the original song didn’t try to express anything or convey any values.”
"When he wrote the song, he probably just wanted to share that cute cat."
“!!!”
Yi Jingchen was shocked.
Yan Yu clearly did not communicate with Mu Gan, but he accurately grasped Mu Gan's state of songwriting.
[Is this the world of big guys?]
Yan Yu asked again, "Then you, do you have anything you want to express or share?"
"Yes." Yi Jingchen answered without hesitation, "I want to show myself, let the audience see us, and support us."
After listening to this, the other teammates nodded except Fu Zheng.
Although Yi Jingchen spoke bluntly and had no future.
But 'showing themselves' is what they want to express most at this moment.
"You've grasped the key points very well." Yan Yu's eyes showed admiration. "You can use this stage to introduce yourselves to the world."
"Oh, that's right!" Yi Jingchen suddenly realized, "I can combine the theme and make cat sculptures for each person. For example, Yan Zhichen is the cat teacher who is in charge of us, Li Jibai is the obedient and sensible academic cat, and Shu Lang is the Northeast Golden Tabby!"
Shu Lang:?
[How can I get past the Northeastern Golden Tabby?!]
Yi Jingchen opened his mind, wrote out a framework in a few strokes, and showed it to Yan Yu.
Yan Yu leaned over to take a look and couldn't help but sigh, "You learn very quickly and have a solid foundation in writing. Two more classes at most, and then I won't have anything left to teach you."
"Teacher Yan taught me well and was very good at guiding me!" Yi Jingchen praised sincerely, "Teacher Yan, you should be quite suitable to be a reporter."
Yan Yu chuckled, "Is this considered business flattery?"
The teammates next to him watched silently and sighed:
Is this the world of the big guys?
After Yan Yu's tutoring class ended, Yi Jingchen combined the ideas and opinions of his six teammates, worked hard, and quickly wrote the lyrics except for Fu Zheng.
He retained the feeling of the original song, and the lyrics are simple, clear and catchy.
The first public performance lasted ten days, and only two days had passed, leaving eight days to go. Even if most teammates didn't have a basic rap foundation, they could still master this rap!
[Steady, steady~]
Yi Jingchen finally solved the big problem of "writing lyrics" and was so happy that he wanted to put out some champagne for himself.
Prepare for the first public performance first. Even if you can't get the C position, at least you can advance to the second round and still have the opportunity to fight for it.
Yi Jingchen thought optimistically and was about to train with his teammates.
Suddenly, a staff member rushed in from outside.
"Yi Jingchen! Go to the administration building quickly, someone is looking for you!"
"Huh?" Yi Jingchen thought about his simple family relationships and limited circle of friends. He couldn't imagine who would specifically look for him.
He followed the staff to the administration building and pushed open the door of the reception room.
I looked up and saw an old acquaintance whom I hadn't seen for a long time.
Yan Shan's assistant, Chen Ruifeng.
When he was seriously ill, it was Chen Ruifeng who was ordered to take him away from the hospital.
Yi Jingchen didn't blame him. After all, Chen Ruifeng was also a hard-working worker.
In addition to listening to Yan Shan, he usually takes good care of himself.
Later, seeing that he had a high fever that wouldn't go away, Chen Ruifeng secretly fed him medicine several times without Yan Shan's knowledge, otherwise Yi Jingchen might not have survived.
"Uncle Chen," Yi Jingchen walked over and took the initiative to greet him, "You're looking for me."
"Yes." Chen Ruifeng got straight to the point. "Mr. Yan's son is sick. Let me take you to the hospital for a blood test."
【???】
[Which Mr. Yan? What style is he wearing? What did I miss?]
[I know this boss, the special assistant of the Yan Group! The Mr. Yan he mentioned must be the filthy rich boss!]
[The boss's son is sick, why did he ask Chenchen to match his son's blood type? ]
[Maybe Chenchen had registered before and they matched?]
[If they match, then they won't be compatible, right?... How can he be sure that the Melon King is a match?]
After hearing his intention, Yi Jingchen was not moved at all and asked coldly, "What conditions did he offer?"
"Give it to you, Yan's subsidiary..."
"No need, goodbye!" Yi Jingchen turned around immediately.
[Why do I need a subsidiary?]
[Working for the Yan family? What kind of person am I?!]
"...50% of the net profit." Chen Ruifeng added the second half of the sentence.
Yi Jingchen thought about the subsidiary's annual net profit and divided it by two.
Then--
I counted to 0 until I became numb.
[Okay, I can take this job!]
Yi Jingchen immediately sat back down and asked him for confirmation, "Just a match?"
"Yes." Chen Ruifeng nodded. "After the matching is successful, I will give you an additional 5% of the parent company's shares."
[Wow~ Boss Yan is so generous in saving his only son!]
[5% of the parent company is worth countless subsidiaries. When we divorced, it was a huge fight. I would rather die than give it to my ex-wife, but now she gives it to me easily.]
[It seems his son must be very ill.]
Yi Jingchen originally didn't want to have anything to do with the Yan family, but faced with the huge temptation, and thinking about his excellent physical fitness, it seemed worthwhile to save a person.
Once I get the money, I will build a luxurious cat house to compensate myself.
Yi Jingchen prepared himself mentally, suppressed his resistance to the Yan family, and put forward three conditions.
"First, ask a lawyer to do justice when signing the contract."
"Second, I will not have any contact with the Yan family."
"Third, it can't affect my game."
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