Pei Hanzhou's breath still enveloped her overwhelmingly. Her lower lip was bitten by the man's teeth and it was sore and sore. Her head was also numb. Her mind was completely blank from being kissed.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and a powerful voice said, "CEO! The information you requested..."
Shen Jianyuan had come in happily with the information in his hand, seeking credit for himself. He was also proud that he was the first one to arrive today, and that he would definitely leave a good impression on the president.
As he opened the door and looked up, he saw a situation in front of him that he couldn't explain clearly but was very ambiguous. He was shocked. Even if he was slow-witted, he knew that it was unwise to interrupt her rashly at this moment. So he quickly raised his hands to cover his eyes and added, "I... I didn't know my wife was in here! Sorry for disturbing her!"
This person had a loud voice, full of panic and indescribable shyness. He almost let what the two of them did be transmitted to every corner of the company through his tone and loudspeaker.
Shen Jianyuan was in a hurry to leave, and accidentally bumped into the glass at the door when he left. A muffled and heavy sound was heard, as if the whole building shook a few times, and there was an echo.
Lin Luosang: “…”
Shen Jianyuan let out a howl, covering his forehead with his hands while still trying to cover his ears and steal the bell: "You...you guys continue, don't worry about me."
Finally, after walking around for a few times with stars in his eyes, Shen Jianyuan finally found the door handle, opened the door smoothly and left smoothly.
It is impossible to continue.
Carrying out such a messy business in a conference room where everyone was seriously and nervously discussing business secrets, and being caught by the staff below, Lin Luosang felt that he would lose all his face in this day. He didn't want to think about whether he knew what thunder from heaven and fire from earth were. He just wanted to quickly set fire to the building and burn it to ashes along with the shameful memory.
She glared at Pei Hanzhou angrily and quickly left this place that made her head spin and her limbs limp.
Pei Hanzhou stood there as if trying to wake himself up, and did not move for a long while, until the door was suddenly opened again, and Yue Hui rushed in hurriedly, saying with an apologetic smile -
"Sorry, I forgot to take her clothes."
After picking up the clothes, Yue Hui got into the car, his tone full of knowledge: "What on earth did they do? They made Lin, a musician used to big scenes, flee in panic and even forgot to take his clothes..."
Lin Luosang recalled the man's calm and easygoing manner, and said unhappily, "You know, but why are you asking?"
Yue Hui: “…”
Okay, it's my fault.
Soon, the theme seminar for the next episode will begin again.
When Lin Luosang arrived, there were already several seniors waiting, including a strange face. She was a little absent-minded and thought that wasn't it Duan Qing who came to challenge and fill the vacant position? How come there was another person?
Yue Hui supplemented her with information from behind: "This is Ni Tong, replacing Qi Zhi. Qi Zhi seemed to have been injured suddenly, so the program could not be recorded later. So the production team found another one."
While she was digesting the message, Ni Tong had already jumped over to greet her with a smile: "Hello, I'm Ni Tong! I've always loved your performances, and I didn't expect to have the chance to meet you in person. You're even whiter in person than on camera. So beautiful."
Ni Tong looks young, not to mention her big eyes and baby face. She makes people feel close to her at first glance, like a girl next door.
Lin Luosang reached out and shook her hand, raising the corner of his lips, "Thank you, you are very cute too."
Ni Tong tightened his grip and touched her palm, then quickly said, "Your hands are so cold, is it super cold outside? Come sit on the sofa for a while, it's quite warm if we squeeze together."
Ni Tong asked Lin Luosang to sit in the seat where he had sat before, and he turned to a single sofa next to him.
Lin Luosang could still feel the residual warmth of Ni Tong beneath her body, and felt a little embarrassed to be taken care of, so she kept watching Ni Tong busy, wanting to see when she could take a break so that she could feel at ease.
There was a stack of things on the single sofa, which looked like someone's manuscript. Ni Tong said "Huh", picked it up and flipped through it for a few times, then stacked it up and put it on the table in front of him.
After sitting down, Ni Tong leaned on the sofa cushion and approached her naturally, asking, "What theme are you going to sing next?"
"I haven't thought about it yet. I usually decide after brainstorming with everyone," she said.
"Don't you think about the theme a long time in advance?" Ni Tong was surprised and envious. "Wow, you write songs so quickly. You can write good songs in such a short time."
Ni Tong's praise was too direct, and it was so hot that people felt at a loss as to what to do. She was just like a real little fan girl, who wanted to ask everything and then started praising after asking.
Lin Luosang smiled slowly. "It's okay. I'm the type who will finish writing without eating or drinking when I get inspiration."
"That's really amazing, then you..."
Before Ni Tong could finish her question, a cold female voice suddenly interrupted her with an unpleasant tone, adding an unkind and distant tone: "Who touched my things?"
Lin Luosang looked up, and a face full of attitude appeared in his sight.
This is Ximu, one of the most popular contestants on the show, who was also added midway through. Although she's a girl, she has a rare smoky voice and a cool, stylish demeanor. Her hair is neatly cropped, and she has a lip piercing. She never tries to look girly, but instead has a strong personality and is quite uninhibited.
She rarely communicates with others. Even when everyone is having a heated discussion, she just sits alone in the corner with a pair of Beats headphones hanging around her neck, which she puts on her ears when she doesn't want to listen to nonsense.
In short, she is not a weirdo. Although she has the temperament of a big brother who says "stop talking nonsense to me", she does not make people feel strongly repelled. It only makes people feel that she has her own world, and the music she makes is also unique in style.
She has a lot of fans, and sometimes she can compete with Lin Luosang.
Faced with Ximu's direct questioning, Ni Tong was stunned at first, then immediately adopted a gentle offensive of trying to get closer to Ximu without knowing what to do, smiling innocently: "Ximu, you're here? I, I didn't know this was yours."
"You didn't know it was mine, so how did you know I was talking about you?" Ximu was completely unconvinced by this reason. He frowned and said impatiently, "Don't touch other people's things casually, especially the manuscript of a singer's songwriting that he uses to make a living. Didn't anyone teach you such a simple principle?"
Ni Tong was completely stunned by the question. She stammered for a long time and didn't know what to say. She looked at Lin Luosang for help. Lin Luosang finally said, "She sat here because I took her seat. There happened to be something on it, so she cleaned it up."
Ximu snorted mercilessly, and said in a not very kind tone: "Stop making excuses for her."
Ni Tong was immediately unhappy: "Why do you treat Sangsang like this? She is..."
"Don't talk nonsense to me, and don't use your seniority or your weakness to pressure me. Wrong is wrong. It's hard to understand why you have to stand at attention when you're being beaten."
"There are so many seats here, but you insist on sitting in mine?" Ximu lowered his head and glared at Ni Tong, his stern brows filled with annoyance. "Before I left, I told you I hate people touching my things. Did you not hear me, or do you want to see how fierce I am when I lose my temper?"
"Yes...I'm sorry." Ni Tong stood up and apologized profusely.
"Please understand this. We are competitors. If you show this kind of inspiration to your competitors, you will die. Don't do such naive things in the future and make people think you know nothing and forgive you, okay?" Ximu bent down and picked up his manuscript. "Have you read it?"
Ni Tong shook his head like a rattle: "No, no."
"It's better not to."
Ximu said this vaguely and left, as if he was so angry that he didn't even want to hold the meeting anymore.
Lin Luosang suddenly recalled the scene of Ni Tong flipping through Ximu's manuscript. However, when questioned, Ni Tong said that it was normal for her to say that she had never seen it. After all, she might have just taken a quick look to see who it belonged to, and she might not have read and memorized the details.
What's more, Ximu's tone was not friendly. Ni Tong might not want to cause a more complicated dispute, so she was afraid to tell the truth.
In short, friction is inevitable in interpersonal communication. After the show is recorded, everyone will return to their own social circles, and irreconcilable conflicts are not a big deal.
Seeing Ni Tong's somewhat hurt expression, Lin Luosang sighed softly: "Don't touch her things when you see them in the future. After all, everyone has their own habits."
Ni Tong nodded: "Yeah."
"I just wanted to talk to you in person, but that's the closest spot. Oh, forget it. I'll stay away from this tomboy next time."
"Oh right, this is my first day here and I really don't know anything. I hope Teacher Sangsang can take care of me."
…
An hour later, everyone determined the order of appearance according to the draw number, learned the rules of the next competition, and discussed with each other the topics they wanted to write about in the next issue.
In fact, everyone had a good relationship, more like classmates than competitors. There was also a communication group created by Ah Guai. Because a long time ago, he asked Jiang Mei to invite Lin Luosang to dinner, but Jiang Mei didn't pass on the message. Ah Guai sincerely felt the limitations of passing on messages, so he specially created a group to pass on messages, such as having a meal together before filming.
Apart from Jiang Mei who left the group due to retirement from the entertainment industry, those who had participated in the show before but were eliminated did not leave. Occasionally, everyone would discuss popular music in the group, help each other listen to demos and give suggestions. In short, everything is for music.
After the discussion, Lin Luosang decided to write a song called "Guess", which could be regarded as a reflection of his mood these days, and also as an indirect response to the rumors about him and Duan Qing two days ago.
For rumors like this that haven't had time to fully ferment, formally refuting them will only add attention, let more people know, and make people who don't know the truth think it's hype, so it's enough to express your position indirectly.
Being in the entertainment industry, it is inevitable to be repeatedly speculated and guessed. Words, actions and motives will be labeled with all kinds of bizarre speculations. There are always people with nothing to do running around at the front line of making up materials. Whoever makes up the more and the more the guesses look like they are, wins.
No artist is immune to this, unless they are so obscure that no one knows them at all.
She was a little slow in working on this song, but she was quite satisfied with the process. She made a demo on Tuesday and happened to talk about it with Ni Tong while having dinner.
This time, Ni Tong sang a casual song called "Nothing to Regret About Love". After finishing it, she enthusiastically sent it to Lin Luosang and asked her to listen to it for her.
The overall rhythm was pretty good, but some of the transitions were lacking a bit of feel. Lin Luosang taught her some techniques for smooth transitions and solid drum beats, and she responded with remarkable earnestness: "Great! I feel like I've learned a lot! Sangsang is truly amazing! I burst into tears. I'm so grateful to you, the fairy, for taking the time out of your busy schedule to help me listen to the music."
Soon, Ni Tong said, "By the way, is your demo ready? I feel a little embarrassed to keep asking you for help. If you don't mind, I can listen to it for you. I'm not sure what I can hear, but it should give you some different perspectives."
Everyone in the group often sends demos to each other, so Lin Luosang also directly sent a demo of his song, saying: "Everyone's opinions are for reference, so feel free to give them."
Ni Tong: [Okay, woooooo, you’re so nice.]
It wasn't long before Ni Tong finished listening and sent a series of exclamations: "OMG!! The chords and drums are so beautiful! This is the first time I've heard someone use such a simple method and combine them so creatively. No wonder you're a top three contender... You deserve it!"
[But the climax feels a bit abrupt, don't you think?]
Lin Luosang: [Well, this section isn't finished yet; it's just a sample. I'll make detailed adjustments later.]
[Okay! I'm really excited about this song~!]
Ni Tong left a fangirl sign and yelled in the group: "Have you guys listened to the demo of Teacher Sangsang's new song? The surging and powerful feeling is so impressive. I love it."
Ah Guai: [What, what? I want to listen too! @Lin Luosang, sister, send it to me!]
The group members all echoed the sentiment, and even several people who had not spoken for a long time burst out.
Lin Luosang dragged the file into the group and warned: [It's just a rough prototype.]
After being downloaded several times, she received a reply:
Is this crude?? I felt insulted, like someone told me I wrote it with my ass after getting eliminated from a show.
It's really quite powerful, a surging yet subtle confrontation. It's surprising how a slow song can be so gripping. I've learned something.
[It's great, I don't want you to post it. Those marketing accounts don't deserve to hear such a great song.]
Seeing that everyone liked it so much, she felt much more confident. During rehearsals, she unconsciously placed high hopes on this stage. On the day of the competition, she even added a few more rehearsals.
Her rehearsal time is always longer than others, and she basically keeps going until the teachers are exhausted. This time it lasted half an hour longer than before. By the end, everyone was exhausted. Yue Hui and the assistant were also busy with props and shooting effects.
Lin Luosang finished rehearsing at five o'clock, with three hours left before the show began. She was sitting by the stage drinking water. When she heard Yue Hui open his phone, she exclaimed, "Holy shit? What the hell?!"
Lin Luosang took a sip of warm water to moisten his lips: "What's wrong? Why are you screaming so loudly?"
Soon she could no longer remain calm and indifferent, because Yue Hui spoke in a somewhat horrified tone the next second -
"The source of this song... seems to have been leaked."
Lin Luosang's heart skipped a beat: "Which song?"
"This song now, the demo for 'Guess!'" Yue Hui was so upset that his body language became more pronounced. "We weren't checking our phones just now, and I don't know how long it's been trending on the search list, and it's getting so many hits... It's been all over the forums, and the marketing accounts are saying it's the first time someone has written a song for them, and it's going viral, even pinned to the top... Shit, who leaked it? Who did you send it to? Will music software steal it?"
"The software doesn't work," Lin Luosang pinched the bridge of his nose absentmindedly, "I just sent it to the program team's group."
"The program team's group? Are all the contestants in it?"
Lin Luosang nodded. "Except for Jiang Mei, the eliminated ones are here too. Everyone shares this all the time, and this has never happened before. Ah Guai almost always asks group members for feedback on his work. Besides, everyone uses their real names, and they're artists, so no one would resort to such despicable tactics, right?"
It's just a game, and there are only a dozen people in the group, so it's not difficult to investigate. She doesn't believe that anyone would be so stupid.
"Did someone take your computer while you were resting and burn the files to a disc?" Yue Hui shuddered. "That's impossible. This is too Mission Impossible, like a spy."
Yue Hui sighed again and offered a thought: "Did Ximu say anything when you sent it?"
Lin Luosang: "What?"
"Could it be Ximu? After all, she retorted when you spoke up for Ni Tong before. If she hadn't said anything when you sent the demo, she might have fabricated an alibi and wanted to give you a hard time because she's mad at you...? Anyway, she looks a bit fierce and not someone you'd want to mess with. If I had known, you wouldn't have gotten into trouble with her because of Ni Tong."
"That's not the focus right now, let's put it aside for now," Lin Luosang said. "The competition is about to start, and we need to come up with a solution quickly."
Manager Yue pressed his temples to calm himself down, his lips moving a few times before he said, "Why don't we take the trending search down first?"
Lin Luosang paused for a moment before asking, "What's the trending search ranking?"
"First, it's been hanging for almost two hours."
"The show is about to start in three hours, and most of the audience who want to hear the music have probably already clicked on it," Lin Luosang said. "What's more, if we just remove the trending search, as long as the marketing account keeps it pinned and continues to generate attention, it will soon be back on the trending list."
"We can't just stand by and watch! If the novelty is overdrawn, it will definitely affect the performance votes. You also know that the on-site voting and the 12-hour online voting are based on the audience's first impression! If they have already heard this song in advance, the second touch will definitely not be that great, and the votes will definitely drop a lot." Yue Hui sent messages in a tricky manner to find a solution.
In fact, Yue Hui was right.
The audience said they are not picky and only a very good live performance can touch them. But sometimes, due to curiosity, they are willing to watch even an unadjusted prototype demo.
The live, instant voting system of "Audio-Visual Feast" precisely lets the audience pay for their feelings. Audiences will only vote for an artist if they're moved. Hearing a song once, even just a demo, can significantly diminish the experience of hearing the full song. Furthermore, a crude demo diminishes the sense of surprise and may even give the audience a preconceived notion of a performance. Once a negative tone is set, only an exceptional live performance can reverse the situation.
But that is almost impossible.
Only a very small number of songs can make most audiences feel something new every time they listen to them. In this fast-food era, who has the time to savor the ups and downs in the words and tunes?
"Let's withdraw. There's no other way. Every time one less person hears it, that's a vote," Yue Hui said. "Every time one more person considers it a new song, that's an extra vote for us."
There was no spotlight on the stage where rehearsals were suspended. The evil of human nature brought a chill from the soles of her feet. Lin Luosang sat in the shadow of the steps, feeling conflicted. Yue Hui's words suddenly woke her up.
She raised her eyes and said, "Since I want more people to treat it as a new song they haven't heard before, why don't I re-arrange the music for it?"
Yue Hui looked into her bright eyes, and for the first time, hundreds of question marks emerged from his hair.
"Are you crazy?! The performance is in three hours, and you're re-arranging the music now?!"
After a moment, he said cautiously, "What's the feasibility?"
"Please try to get me a spot later in the performance. That should be fine," Lin Luosang quickly adjusted himself and cheered up. "I was just wavering between this style and another. Now I'll try the one I didn't choose."
She didn't choose the fast song mode at that time because she was worried about the audience's acceptance.
But it doesn’t matter. Now we can only fight with our backs against the wall and see if we can survive...
Lin Luosang wrote music in the lounge for more than an hour and didn't even have time to eat. Yue Hui also brought news.
"The production team said the order of appearances has already been announced and can't be changed. Hey, you know they're not good people, there's no way they'd give us a backdoor."
"That's all right," Lin Luosang glanced at his watch. "There are still two hours left. Including the host's announcement and the performances ahead, two and a half hours should be enough."
Yue Hui, who had been feeling hopeless, was ignited by the momentum in her words, and his heart instantly began to burn brightly again: "Okay, I'll cheer for you! Come on, Xiao Sang!!"
"The biggest encouragement you can give me is if you don't make noise next to me."
Yue Hui was so excited by the thrill of having escaped a desperate situation that the hairs on his body stood up. Facing his savior, he was indescribably good-tempered and obedient. He happily replied, "Okay, I'll get out of here right away."
…
Lin Luosang was chosen to perform second. She had finished writing the song by 8:20 and went on stage at 8:25.
The accompanist and band teacher were not there, and the stage seemed a little empty.
Lin Luosang straightened his skirt. "The song we're going to sing next is called 'Guess,' which is a word closely related to the work of artists. We are often speculated about, fabricated, labeled with all kinds of unwarranted labels, and given personalities we don't want to have. Rumors are fierce and rampant, but if there are still people who want to hear the truth, then..."
"Everything you want to know is in this song."
To the applause from the audience, she continued, "The band teacher can't work today, so I can only play my accompaniment. Because the demo of the new song was leaked, I spent three hours re-arranging a new version. Whether you have heard the old version or not, you can listen to it as if it were the new song."
The comments began to diverge, with some shouting "Lin Luosang is awesome, his arranging method is extreme", while others were clamoring "What can be done in three hours? It's just enough to show off. He deserves to be the number one person who attracts fans with his personality. He's a business genius. If arranging is so easy, why record one episode a week? Everyone can finish the whole season in a week."
Different voices were also heard under the stage. Some condemned the leak of the audio source, while others disputed the temporary adaptation.
Lin Luosang smiled and adjusted his earphones: "Fortunately, the clothes are still usable, otherwise it would have been a waste of money to order them."
At this time, she was still in the mood to make jokes, which made the audience, who were already a little irritable, relax a lot. They thought that there was nothing that could not be solved by watching plmm once, and if there was, then watch it twice.
Although only part of the previous stage design was retained and the dancers could not be used because they were rehearsing the previous rhythm, fortunately Lin Luosang had good stage performance and was able to control the entire venue, and everyone's attention was naturally attracted to her.
In order to break everyone's inherent impression and create a new country, this adapted version is completely different from the old version from the beginning, with a playful and lighthearted feeling and a sense of humor:
I went to the coffee shop at the corner of the street several times.
Meeting with lovers privately or discussing traffic monetization
Who did you look at more during the boring car ride?
The camera is never perfunctory
The headline exposure gave me more
As soon as the first verse was finished, the most common real-time discussion in the barrage was: [Seems alright? ? ]
The arrangement combines accordion and piano, creating a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere. The fusion of synthesizers and drums complements each other, and the accelerated rhythm presents a rare momentum. Her voice also blends with the music to create a three-dimensional sense:
Being entangled is petty / scolding you is giving you face
Wear the hat you put on carefully
To obey the contradictory label
Collaboration with the opposite sex is bound to be full of scandals
Reducing interaction with friends is a sign of poor career and being disliked by others.
No one can edit as well as you / applause is not enough to contribute
Real-time barrage:
[Hahahahahaha indeed, these stupid marketing accounts are the best at making up stories in the world. They can even make up rumors of secret marriages and children after taking a month off.]
[This word is so sarcastic and humorous, I like it.]
Her voice has a strong explosive power, and it progresses with the melody of the arrangement, and bursts out at a certain point——
Rumors surround me/fabrications keep me silent
Speculations surround me / fictions make me indifferent
Hypocrisy surrounds me/I can't break free
Guess I don't know either.
The song was full of energy yet also awe, carrying the clarity of mountain streams and the heaviness of sedimentation. At the last verse, she suddenly reached out and tore off the various rumor labels stuck to her clothes. The Velcro formed a thick stack in her hand, and she walked to the front of the stage to the beat of the drums. As she heard exclamations, she suddenly raised her hand and scattered the stickers into the audience.
The audience immediately started to clamor, and the song ended in such a noisy atmosphere, which happened to be very similar to the sense of crowding conveyed by the whole song, and brought out the feeling of the song to the fullest.
The stage effect is reversely filled with the on-site situation.
It was within her expectations.
There are indeed many mysteries inside the Velcro. Those patches are customized. They collect all kinds of funny hot searches since her debut. They are full of fabrications and speculations, but many people still regard them as imperial decrees.
Each patch contains different rumors, and there is also an explanation of the real situation at the bottom.
Many things happened a long time ago, and compared with outdated news, the truth may not seem so important, but some things must be said, even if it is for the stage.
She watched the audience safely grab all the patches before bowing and leaving the stage.
In the live broadcast room, all the doubts just now have turned to kneeling:
I apologize for any offense I just caused. It turns out someone could actually create such an amazing song in three hours, and it's still nothing like the previous one...
[I bow down to you, sir! Did you really write this in three hours? Your professional skills are incredible! ! !]
She is truly the kind of person who can remain calm in the face of unexpected situations and complete them well.
The lyrics are truly true. People are so complicated. Most people never understand themselves, let alone others. Marketing accounts always like to fabricate stories and make wild guesses about relationships, which must be frustrating for the people involved. Even I'm annoyed when my colleagues try to bully me, let alone so many people chiming in.
[The source of the song must have been deliberately leaked by a competitor, and then they quickly wrote a new one after the incident. It's so good! I have a hundred things to brag about, and I'm going to say them right now!!!]
Lin Luosang was so overworked that day that she didn't even have the energy to read the trending searches. Yue Hui read out the comments one by one, saying, "One comment even compiled all the clarifications from all your posts. That's quite thoughtful. And everyone knows you've been refuting the rumors about yourself and Duan Qing, and now they're all scolding the marketing accounts that fanned the flames."
"Oh yeah, most of them are praising you for being awesome."
"No, how did you do that? You only made it up in three hours. Are you a god?"
Yue Hui: "Speaking of which, which idiot released the source of the audio? I spent money to buy trending searches and still couldn't get you off, I guess they must be pissed off hahahahahahahahaha! Why don't we find out together, let me see which team got slapped in the face the loudest tonight."
Lin Luosang pressed his solar plexus, suppressing the urge to faint: "Let's look for it tomorrow. I have a terrible headache."
"Ah? Do you want me to buy you some medicine? Do you want to see a doctor?"
"No, just get some sleep."
She was extremely tired due to excessive physical and mental exertion. After returning home, she went straight to the bedroom, took off her shoes and buried herself in the pillow. She fell into a coma without even removing her makeup.
——In fact, she could have slept until dawn.
However, her professional spirit as a female artist reminded her, and her subconscious mind told her that not removing makeup for a whole night would cause great harm to her skin. She relied on her amazing perseverance to wake herself up.
After sleeping for about three or four hours, my headache went away, my fatigue was greatly reduced, and I felt half refreshed.
She turned over, buried her face in the pillow and sighed softly, trying to let the awakening of her body awaken her brain to complete clarity.
Lin Luosang first moved his legs and slowly stretched out his arms to explore, trying to find his cell phone or the bag he had just thrown on the bed.
Just as she was about to fully unfold her freestyle butterfly stroke on the bed, she seemed to touch something warm under her hand.
It is soft and bouncy, with dents on it, like eight big square chocolates put together to form a plate.
Just as she was wondering when her belly had grown abdominal muscles, or if there was some kind of abdominal muscle doll on the bed, the man's calm and indifferent voice came from above her head -
"Have you touched enough?"
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