Chapter 95
Orange Video has a fresh and popular recommendation list, and based on big data, the homepage will push fresh and interesting videos to users.
As a small blogger with 200,000 followers, Zhou Li's fan base is not large on Orange Video, but her fans have one characteristic, which is that they are very active. As soon as Zhou Li's video is released, the barrage of comments is flying, and it successfully tops the fresh and popular list and is seen by more people.
After Zhou Li finished posting, he turned off his phone and stopped paying attention. He stretched and said to Shan Jia, "Let's choose the song. After we choose, I'll give the registration form to Boss Hong."
Zhu Le also found a stool to sit down. Shan Jia searched on the computer and found some songs that she had written but felt were not suitable for the Windmill Band and had kept in the bottom of the box. Over the years, she had accumulated a large number of them. Everyone listened to them one by one, and found that there were some that Zhu Le had never heard of. Zhou Li was even more impressed by Shan Jia's creative ability.
Shan Jia made way for them to choose while she went to make coffee.
The afternoon was hot and humid, and the willow trees outside the window looked listless. Shan Jia stood in the kitchen, put the capsule into the coffee machine, added ice cubes to the glass, and made three identical cups of iced American coffee. He took the coffee into the studio, and Zhou Li and Zhu Le were still choosing songs.
Zhu Le asked Zhou Li: "Do you have a favorite style?"
Zhou Li: "I think we should be more down-to-earth and make some interesting and fun songs, which should be different from the songs on the market now, with a popular singing style and a little brainwashing, so that everyone can sing a few lines after hearing them."
Zhu Le shook his head: "I mean the band style, pop, rock, jazz and classical."
"Nowadays, people are more into pop and rock, and some are combining the two. Pop has diverse styles, while rock wins with rhythm."
This is where Zhou Li's knowledge is limited. It's her first time in a band, and there are many things she doesn't understand.
Zhou Li thought about it, searched online for a style of music she had always liked, and played it for Zhu Le to listen to. "I want to do something in this style."
Shan Jia happened to come in to deliver coffee and overheard it.
The song has a strong heavy metal rhythm and a unique psychedelic melody, but the style is relaxed and free, just like a mermaid swimming in the deep sea. The mermaid has muscular muscles, and the song is strange and catchy.
Shan Jia put down her coffee and said, "There's a song that's quite suitable."
After all, it was Shan Jia's own original work. Among the massive amount of works, she quickly found the song she was talking about. Zhou Li and Zhu Le listened closely. After listening, they both liked it very much and decided on this song directly.
Shan Jia handed over the coffee, and the three of them squeezed into the narrow workroom, enjoying the air-conditioning, listening to Shan Jia introduce the songs she had composed. With Shan Jia there, the progress was faster, but they were still picky and hesitant for nearly an hour.
He filled out the registration form on Shan Jia's computer and sent it to Boss Hong. When Boss Hong heard the team song "Freedom" before, he howled in the group for a long time, but no one paid attention to him. Now someone finally came out, and Boss Hong caught Shan Jia and started to scold him.
Hong Sicong: "Oh my god, what's wrong with your brain? You can write something like this in one night? Are you a freak? Is this melody RB? Or something? You're a genius!"
Shan Jia: "Registration form."
Hong Sicong: "Got it."
Click into the group, if the group name is not - the loving band.
If Zhu Le changed his mind, people would probably mistakenly think he had entered the company's reporting group.
Zhou Li: "Does it sound good?"
Hong Sicong finally found someone he could communicate with: "Don't be too nice! (Thumbs up)"
Zhu Le: "Of course, this was written by the boss! There's no bad song written by the boss!"
Zhou Li heard a noise next to her ear. She looked up and saw Shan Jia carrying the empty coffee cup out of the room. Zhou Li tilted her head and saw Zhu Le in the group still praising Shan Jia and chatting with Hong Sicong. Her phone was clattering. She picked up the cup and went to find Shan Jia, who was washing cups in the kitchen.
Zhou Li walked over, Shan Jia stretched out his hand, and Zhou Li handed the coffee cup over tacitly, leaning against the marble cabinet next to him and watching Shan Jia wash the cup carefully.
As a guitarist, Shan Jia has big hands with distinct joints and slender fingers. He can easily reach into the cup and press against the wall of the cup, washing away the coffee stains under the running water.
Zhou Li saw her turn off the water and turned to look for something on the counter. She turned around and saw kitchen paper, so she tore off a piece and handed it to her. Shan Jia took it and wiped the water in the cup.
Shan Jia worked very seriously and calmly. He wiped one cup clean and then picked up another to wipe it.
Her eyelashes drooped, and her thick lashes cast a line of shadows under her eyelids. Zhou Li chuckled: "Are you shy because of their praise? That's why you hid here."
Shan Jia's eyelashes trembled slightly, as lightly as butterfly wings. She pursed her lips, leaving a white mark on her pink lips.
She wiped the cup clean and was about to put it back in its place, but Zhou Li happened to be blocking her way. Shan Jia raised her eyes reluctantly and saw Zhou Li's eyes full of teasing.
When I first met her, her eyes were like this too, always observing them with a faint smile, especially her, who looked like a lion waiting for an opportunity to hunt, quietly observing its prey.
Be calm and strike with certainty.
It is so similar to Shan Jia because her style of doing things is the same.
Unable to bear Zhou Li's playful expression, Shan Jia didn't think much about it and leaned over to open the cupboard above Zhou Li's head with one hand. Zhou Li subconsciously leaned back, raised his chin slightly and looked at Shan Jia. Shan Jia's expression was calm, as if he was not willing to admit defeat and was competing to see who could calm down first. He put the cup in, then left and said lightly: "You're blushing."
Zhou Li touched his face and found it burning hot.
She hummed twice and said, "It's because of the heat."
"Oh." Shan Jia looked towards the air conditioner in the living room. Zhou Li said unconvincedly, "It's because of you."
Stubborn.
Shan Jia thought to himself, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
After Zhu Le had finished bantering with Boss Wang in the group chat, he looked up and realized that the other two members of their band were gone. Zhu Le shouted, "Boss? Little Boss? What are you doing?"
He walked out. Zhou Li sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. "What the hell are you yelling about?"
Zhu Le said with a playful smile, "Shan Jia is my boss. You are the boss I just met, but you can't be bigger than me. So, aren't you the junior boss?"
Zhou Li casually changed the channel and stayed comfortably with the big bear that Shan Jia had won in the lottery today. She nestled in the bear's arms, and the cool breeze from the air conditioner made her not want to move at all. Zhu Le sat on the single sofa next to her and also didn't want to move, chatting with Zhou Li casually.
Zhou Li: "It's so ugly."
Zhu Le: "Why do you want to call me boss?"
Zhou Li snorted: "I won't argue with you."
Zhu Le: "Old Hong just reminded me of something. We haven't chosen a captain yet. If you want to be the captain, I'll give you the top spot!"
Zhou Li was speechless: "Who cares? Shan Jia and I won't compete with you."
"Hey! That can't be true!" Zhu Le got anxious and sat up and said, "How can I be the boss?"
Zhou Li rolled his eyes, "Who wants to be the boss?"
"Don't you want to be one?" Zhu Le turned the tables.
Shan Jia had just gone to clean up the workshop and had just come to sit next to Zhou Li when Zhou Li slid his head off Xiong and buried it in Shan Jia's legs, complaining, "Zhu Le wants to be the boss!"
Shan Jia glanced at Zhu Le indifferently. Zhu Le lowered his head in fear and said honestly, "I really don't mean that. The boss or captain has to be chosen from between you two, right? I don't have the ability to do that."
Shan Jia made the final decision: "Zhou Li, you take the role."
"What?!" Zhou Li twisted her neck and almost stumbled. "Of course it was you who took charge?" She struggled to sit up, and Shan Jia helped her up.
"I'm not suitable to be the captain." Shan Jia said honestly.
Zhou Li opened her mouth and said, "You've been the captain for so long, how come you're not suitable anymore?" She was confused.
Shan Jia looked at her seriously and said, "If I'm suitable to be the captain, there won't be so many people coming and going in the team, and the Windmill Band won't disband. You're the founder of the Rebirth Band, so I think you're very suitable."
Including the band's development plan and song selection, Shan Jia felt that Zhou Li was a person with a good sense of the market, and she was willing to listen to what Zhou Li said. Zhou Li should be the only person among all the people she met who could listen to her.
Zhu Le high-fived the crowd nearby, startling Zhou Li. She couldn't help but grab the corner of Shan Jia's clothes like a frightened little rabbit. Zhu Le yelled, "Boss Zhou Li! It's you! Captain!"
Zhou Li pinched her nose and looked at Shan Jia again. Her eyes were determined and she said helplessly, "Okay, okay, but this is my first time forming a band and I don't have any experience. You guys need to be there to guide me."
"No problem! Captain!" Zhu Le shouted again. This time Zhou Li and Shan Jia looked at him at the same time. He chuckled and explained, "I'm a little excited."
Zhou Li stood up and stretched out his hand first, saying, "Rebirth! Come on!"
Shan Jia's hand reached out to cover it, and Zhu Le also reached out. The three of them shouted together: "Rebirth! Come on!"
At this time, four hours had passed since Zhou Li released the song online. The video was spreading more and more widely, and some people even began to choose their songs as background music for short videos. The popularity was getting higher and higher. Orange Video itself promoted original high-quality content, and the video was directly pushed to the top of the hot recommendation list within 24 hours.
When he had some free time, Zhu Le started to watch videos. He remembered that Zhou Li's video had been released, but he hadn't reposted it yet. Although he didn't have many followers, he still had 2,000. Zhu Le clicked on "Follow" and found Zhou Li's latest video. Just as he was about to click on "Repost", he was shocked by the number of likes on the video. Zhu Le stammered, "Captain, look at your likes!"
Zhou Li was still discussing the band with Shan Jia. The songs had already been chosen, and the auditions were coming up soon. They needed time to rehearse. They were going over the rehearsal sheet when they heard Zhu Le yelling. She asked curiously, "What do you mean by like?"
"Orange Platform, your likes have exceeded 50,000!!!"
Zhou Li's pupils contracted, and she snatched Zhu Le's phone to check. Although she has 200,000 fans, and her fans are usually quite active, the number of likes is usually only a few thousand, and no more than 10,000 at most. The video that was just released today actually received 50,000 likes!
"Look! Is that right?" Zhu Le said happily, "Is our Rebirth Band going to be an instant hit?"
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