I was caught fishing at work, and I dragged the female CEO into the water with my backhand.

Chapter 535: The tree wants to be quiet but the wind is not stopping. This comparison seems to have

Qin Xun heard the reporter tell all the songs and name them accurately, so he knew that he had made preparations.

Suddenly, I felt very good about him.

He replied with a smile.

"Yes, there are about 10 interludes, all of which are pure music. I will write them all myself."

The ten songs are just interludes. They are all ready-made and will not affect the fishing.

Qin Xun's words were very pretentious.

But no one in the square or in the live broadcast room reacted, and they took it for granted.

Producing, directing, photography, editing, scoring, dubbing, and marketing are things that can be accomplished by dozens or even hundreds of people.

But it seems reasonable for Qin Xun to handle it alone.

After all, he has done this before.

Qin Xun was firmly welded to the throne of the King by the audience and could not get off.

They all thought it was just 10 interludes. For Qin Xun, wasn't it just a handful?

The male reporter smiled, cleared his throat and said.

"Mr. Qin, please allow me to introduce myself."

"My name is Jiang Bei. I am a student who graduated from the Conservatory of Music. I became a paparazzi in order to make a living."

"Before I became a paparazzi, my dream was to become a singer-songwriter like you."

"Later, I was defeated by reality."

"After you came out, I gave up the idea of ​​becoming a singer-songwriter."

A bitter smile appeared on his face.

"You raise the bar for singer-songwriters a little too high."

Qin Xun listened silently, with a smile on his face.

As expected of a young man who once had a dream, he is a quality paparazzi, and his speech is much nicer.

The reporter named Jiang Bei looked up at Qin Xun with adoring eyes, as if looking at a god.

"I have always admired your creative ability. I wonder if you could demonstrate your composition skills live?"

Qin Xun looked at Jiang Bei's fiery eyes, exerted a little force, and used his acting skills.

See if he is deliberately setting up a trap.

But I found that this guy was horribly sincere.

He turned out to be an ambitious young man who let his ideals fly during the interview.

I want to pay homage to the great master on the spot.

Qin Xun was silent.

It’s not difficult to write a song live, after all I have a world-wide library of songs.

But if you show off too often, you may easily get struck by lightning.

Outputting a large number of songs in a short period of time can easily numb the listener and raise their threshold.

It will be difficult to surprise them in the future.

Not worth it!

on the square.

There are actually many fans of Qin Xun among the hundreds of people. They were ashamed to admit it just now, but now they can't bear it anymore.

call out.

"Write one!"

"Sing one!"

"Qin Xun, let me open my eyes!"

"Write a song about spring!"

"I just fell out of love, write a song wishing me a happy breakup!"

"Write a song to wish me good health!"

……

Everyone was very enthusiastic and put forward various demands.

It's like the ancient times when students taking exams were asked to write poems.

Qin Xun glanced at the noisy square and smiled. His eyes fell on Jiang Bei's face. He shook his head gently, picked up the phone, and spoke very sincerely.

“Writing a song is not driving a screw.”

"Songs are made by nature, and come by chance from good hands. Those inspirations are all sounds given by God."

"How can you come just as you say?"

A look of disappointment flashed in Jiang Bei's eyes, and then he smiled, not trying to force others to do anything, and said.

"I was the one who was abrupt!"

There was a burst of boos in the square, filled with disappointment.

The number of people in the live broadcast room has slowed down and has been hovering around 6.

Netizens were not happy either.

【What the hell? 】

[He actually has the nerve to say that writing songs is not about driving screws? I can drive screws without him writing a song, come on! 】

[A voice sent from heaven? What did God give him, 'get up early in the morning and go pick up dung, but when you come back you don't see my woman'? 】

[God gave him, "If there is no light in the east, it will be bright in the west, and I will be sad even if the setting sun is gone"? 】

[Is this God a lunatic? ! 】

【Damn it! He just doesn’t want to sing and looks down on us! 】

【Play big time! 】

[Give me back the carnival I just gave you! 】

[I was sad last night when I thought about women. Can't you be more tolerant? 】

[As long as Qin Xun doesn’t die, are you still afraid that you won’t be able to listen to music anymore? 】

[Why are you so anxious? You are so anxious to reincarnate! 】

……

The female reporter heard the commotion behind her and the voices of dissatisfaction everywhere. She turned around and saw disappointed looks on everyone's faces.

Her eyes immediately lit up.

opportunity!

This is an opportunity!

I set a rhythm, aroused their emotions, and directly forced Gong Qinxun to make it impossible for him to get off the stage.

Let his talented image be shattered.

Then Beiying Film and Television should be able to give me the final payment!

The female reporter turned to look at Qin Xun, who had a calm smile on the stage, and her mind was spinning.

It was previously reported in the news that it took Qin Xun less than ten minutes to write "May I Live Longer" for Ye Lan.

It's still a combination of words and music.

It scares outsiders into a daze.

People in the industry who have seen many talents in the entertainment industry don't know that this has a very exaggerated artistic processing component?

Otherwise, why do so many variety shows across the country often give creative artists five minutes to arrange music live?

When I created the demo, the audience thought the melody was okay.

But there is never a short melody that breaks out of the circle!

This is the result of many variety shows after privately revealing their topics to artists.

Where in the world can there be so many Wang Bos, but there is no preparation for the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion", which has been passed down through the ages?

Ten minutes to write a song?

Can write!

But it definitely doesn’t sound good!

There will definitely be a huge gap with Qin Xun’s previous songs.

The female reporter immediately picked up the microphone, with a kind smile on her face, looked at Qin Xun on the stage, and said loudly.

"Mr. Qin, writing songs is indeed not a treat for dinner. You can't come just as you say."

"but……"

"That's for other people."

"You wrote "May People Live Longer" and "As You Wish" one after another, and were called the purple star of the entertainment industry by many netizens."

"Writing a song is not easy for you, but it should be about the same as drinking water."

She turned to look at the dense audience behind her, turned her back to Qin Xun, and said loudly.

"Are you really not going to write one?"

"Are you really not going to write?"

She looked at the melon-eaters and loudly aroused their emotions.

"Let's just write one!"

Done.

The female reporter immediately turned around and looked at Qin Xun, holding the microphone in her right hand and waving her fist gently with her left hand, shouting.

"Write one!"

"Write one!"

People who eat melons have always watched the excitement and are not afraid of big troubles.

Today they met Ye Lan and many other celebrities, and also met Qin Xun, and heard him share a series of emotional stories.

They were already satisfied, but the male reporter provoked them to write songs on the spot, which made them itchy.

But Qin Xun refused and it was not easy to put Qin Xun on his head and sing.

After all, she had just shared such a sad thing, and she was still in the protective period of being a mom fan.

However, now that this female reporter has jumped out to lead the charge, they are happy to join in the fun.

Many people followed and shouted.

"Write one!"

"Write one!"

"Write one!"

……

Gradually, the square became a roaring tsunami.

It's like a cult!

Qin Xun looked at this big scene, feeling a little helpless. He closed his eyes slightly and opened them. His eyes fell lightly on the face of the female reporter.

The tree wants to be calm and the wind does not stop.

This guy, it seems he has to pretend!

Writing songs live?

Then aren't you hitting the gun?

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