The actor's little flirt is an all-around boss

Xu Shuyao hugged her phone all night, feeling a little out of control.

Suddenly, the message light on the top of the dark phone screen lit up.

Xu Shuyao's eyes flickered, and she suddenly picked up her phone and clicked in.

Sure enough, it was the message from Xu Zhizhuan: [Yaoyao don't worry, Dad has already thought of a way to get Jiang Nan out of the entertainment industry. 】

Hope and hysterical madness slowly rose in Xu Shuyao's eyes, 【What can I do? 】

Xu Zhizhuan: [Jiang Nan's last arrangement "Yuan Sheng Yuan Mie" has a similar melody to J Shenfa's arrangement on the private platform. Dad sent someone to appraise it, and the chord structure is almost exactly the same. 】

Xu Shuyao stared blankly: [Father, you mean that Jiang Nan copied j god's song? 】

J God, the composer of the music guru Chang Chen, is extremely talented.

The creation of each piece of music can achieve a beautiful melody, restraint and sense of flow, scattered sentences, and rich details. He is a talented composer with guitar thinking, keyboard thinking, synthesizer thinking, and rhythm thinking.

The most admirable thing is that J God has put many private arrangement manuscripts, samples and even inspirations on the direct private platform for music lovers to learn for free.

It is also because of this that although God J has never shown his face, the number of fans does not need to be small, and many fans are even famous masters in the music industry.

Known as a musical genius.

If it is really revealed that Jiang Nan plagiarized J God's arrangement, then it is really a real stain.

Jiang Nan will inevitably be cast aside by the music industry, and even be expelled from the entertainment industry.

Xu Zhizhuan replied: [Not bad. 】

Xu Shuyao felt that all the cells in her body were boiling: [Then dad, quickly release the evidence of Jiang Nan's plagiarism, why should she press on my head! 】

Xu Zhizhuan: [Don't worry, the higher you climb, the harder you fall, Jiang Nan is dead. 】

***

The next day.

The mobile phone has not been handed over to the program team, and the trainees are making appointments in twos and threes to add a few mentors' contact information.

"The opportunity is not to be missed, the time will never come again." Lou Shuyun whispered in Jiang Nan's ear, "Ms. Liang and Mr. Yi are both seniors in the entertainment industry, and adding a contact information will be beneficial to us in the future. Harm."

Ban Xia has always been mature and steady, but this time he couldn't sit still, "I heard that the students from Class A went there early in the morning."

Several other people looked at Jiang Nan expectantly.

Jiang Nan raised his eyebrows and tapped his toes on the ground, "Okay, go."

When it comes to the tutor meeting room.

It happened that all five instructors were there.

The WeChat QR code on the mobile phone was spread out on the table generously.

The trainees lined up one by one to scan.

When Jiang Nan was in line, he took out his flip phone, and there was a moment of silence in the lounge.

The trainees who came to participate in the talent show are all from good families, and their mobile phones are all the latest and most expensive mobile phones.

Even a trainee from a poor family is still a smart phone.

Only Jiang Nan was holding a flip phone for the elderly.

Even though there were scruples, there were still inaudible discussions in the lounge.

"I've heard that Jiang Nan is a bastard, but I didn't expect to be so poor."

"The mobile phone is estimated to be only 300 yuan, so I don't need to throw it to my nanny."

……

Yi Jingyi glanced at Jiang Nan's mobile phone from the corner of his eye, and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "What's wrong with you, you don't even give away your mobile phone when you chase people?"

Liang Jingzhi glanced over Jiang Nan's phone, and when he saw a few buttons on the edge of the phone, his eyes flickered, "Do you really think it's an ordinary phone?"

"This is not an ordinary mobile phone." Yi Jingyi lowered his voice a little bit, "I suspect it was picked up from the garbage dump...garbage."

Too broken.

It was the first time he had seen a mobile phone with so much paint peeling off the case.

The buttons on the edge of the phone are also messy.

Liang Jingzhi: "..."

The man looked at Yi Jingyi, with a clear voice, "If your family conditions allow, go see an ophthalmologist."

Yi Jingyi: "?"

Why did he feel that Liang Jingzhi looked at him with contempt?

But, that is obviously an old man phone?

—

After scanning the WeChat QR code business cards of the five teachers, the trainees sent invitations to add friends to the five teachers one by one, and then went to the dormitory.

After walking a few steps, Ban Xia suddenly called out, "Hey, Shuyun, did Teacher Yang pass your friend application?"

Lou Shuyun looked down at the phone and nodded, "Passed."

"Then you go first, I'll go find Teacher Yang. She may have accidentally pressed the wrong button and rejected my application to add friends." After Ban Xia finished speaking, he ran back in a hurry.

Among so many tutors, Ban Xia actually wants to join Yang Fangling the most.

Yang Fangling focuses on folk dance.

Ban Xia has an opera accent. If she is a singing and dancing contestant, the development of subsequent dances will also be limited to a certain extent, and it is very likely that she will develop in the direction of folk dances.

Lou Shuyun let out an "ah", and looked again, Ban Xia's figure had disappeared around the corner.

Jiang Nan put his hands in his pockets, his eyebrows were narrowed, and his demeanor was unrestrained, "Let's wait for Ban Xia."

If I guessed right, Yang Fangling probably rejected all friend requests from non-class A trainees.

Sure enough, after a while, a short-haired girl in Jiang Nan's group looked at her phone and yelled, "Teacher Yang also rejected me."

"And I."

"I also."

Lou Shuyun was stunned, "Could it be that Teacher Yang didn't want to join?"

"Hush." ​​Jiang Nan suddenly signaled them to be quiet, and almost at the same time, two voices came from another direction.

One speaks softly and softly.

A person is arrogant and domineering.

It was Ji Shijia and Yang Fangling.

"They are all seventeen or eighteen-year-old children. Even if you don't like them, just leave them alone on WeChat. How much it hurts them to reject them." Ji Shijia shook her head, with disapproval in her brows.

Yang Fangling snorted softly, "Teacher Ji did a good job of saving face."

She pinched the back of her neck and stopped, "However, Teacher Ji is quite free, and she still has time to teach me. Presumably she hasn't received the invitation letter from the International Dance Association?"

Ji Shijia's complexion changed, her eyes lowered a little.

The International Dance Association holds a grand meeting every year.

Invitations are limited and are sent to top dancers from all over the world.

It is every dancer's dream to be able to join the International Dance Federation.

However, it is estimated that there are only about five people in China who can receive the invitation letter.

As a dancer who debuted as a trainee, Ji Shijia was naturally not eligible to receive the invitation letter.

"Did Teacher Yang receive it?" Ji Shijia calmed down.

Yang Fangling does have a certain reputation in the Chinese dance circle, but to the International Dance Association, she is just a little girl.

"Of course I have my own way." Yang Fangling sneered,

He took out the invitation letter from his pocket and shook it arrogantly in front of Ji Shijia's eyes,

"I would like to advise Teacher Ji, if you have the time to deal with these hopeless trainees, it is better to find a way to go to the upper level."

When Yang Fangling and Ji Shijia walked away, Lou Shuyun and others came out cautiously, with different expressions on their faces.

But none of them look good, the light in the eyes is a little scattered.

"Mr. Ming and Mingji helped us with good intentions, but it was a pity that Teacher Yang also pissed me off." Lou Shuyun lowered his brows, "Is it really difficult to get the invitation letter from the International Dance Association?"

To get an invitation letter, is it worth Yang Fangling's arrogant and domineering mocking of Ji Shijia?

Jiang Nan made a "tsk" sound, his eyes flickered, and he lazily took his mobile phone and started sending messages.

[Leave me two invitation letters for the grand meeting of the International Dance Association. 】