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

"Then write one?"

Qin Xun looked at the shouting melon-eating crowd in the square and said with a smile.

Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers in the square.

"Write!"

"Write!"

"Write!"

The number of people in the live broadcast room has stabilized at more than 6, and is heading towards 7.

Gift special effects explode like fireworks.

Barrages poured out, and gradually many people formed a formation.

[The King of Forces is coming, get out of the way! 】

[The King of Forces is coming, get out of the way! 】

[The King of Forces is coming, get out of the way! 】

……

The high-level office of Beiying Film and Television.

Zhang Lei was so angry that he kept banging the table and yelling curses.

"This idiot actually wants to test Qin Xun's talent?"

"Isn't this the equivalent of sticking your head in and cutting it off?"

"Qin Xun must have stocked it a long time ago. He has written so many songs. Wouldn't it be enough to just pick out one at random?"

"His fans are brainless!"

"They will definitely be very excited by then. They will sweep the entire Internet like locusts, praising how awesome their brother is."

“Composing music at the movie’s opening ceremony is easy to do!”

he yelled.

"Isn't this just marketing for "Fatal ID"?"

"Stupid!"

Everyone in the office was so silent that they didn't even dare to take a breath.

……

on the square.

Seeing that Qin Xun agreed, the female reporter said immediately with a proud smile on her face.

"Mr. Qin is awesome!"

"Since you are writing songs on the spot, in order to avoid people misunderstanding that you have used previous songs, so..."

"According to general regulations, questions need to be randomly chosen!"

She stared at Qin Xun and asked slowly.

"Excuse me, do I have the honor of being the question maker?"

Qin Xun looked at the female reporter, smiled and nodded.

"Casual!"

He didn't mind who asked the questions at all, after all, they were all ready-made.

There are a vast number of songs on earth throughout ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad.

Even if you listen to one song in one second, a human being can never finish it in a lifetime.

Covers almost all subjects.

Even themes about poop include "Poop Song", "Poop Song", "Poop March", and "Shit I am a Du Shi".

No matter how tricky the female reporter was, she could not put any pressure on him.

The female reporter tried hard to suppress the smile at the corner of her mouth, and said immediately as if she was afraid that Qin Xun would regret it.

"Then the sky is the theme."

"The lyrics should include elements such as rainbows, rain, and people on the ground, and they should express the mood of a lovelorn person."

"May I?"

The voice just fell.

Male reporter Jiang Bei turned to look at the female reporter with a surprised look on his face.

Where is the problem?

This is clearly looking for trouble!

When writing songs on the spot, Qin Xun not only needs to connect the lyrics to the song, but also requires the elements covered by the lyrics and the style of the song.

Variety shows don’t play this game with creative artists writing songs on the spot.

These requests are so rude!

Doesn't this require Qin Xun to do the dojo in a snail shell?

Just when he thought Qin Xun would refuse, he heard Qin Xun's calm voice.

"can!"

The female reporter was stunned. She originally wanted Qin Xun to write a song under many restrictions.

The quality of the songs I write later will definitely not be good.

Based on Beiying Film and Television's sense of smell, they will definitely ask the navy to pull Qin Xun off the altar.

But at this time Qin Xun answered readily.

She suddenly lost confidence!

Did I hit the muzzle?

Did he originally write such a song about the sky?

The female reporter immediately shook her head and said with an embarrassed smile.

"No, no, I suddenly feel that the theme of 'sky' is too tacky."

"Either write..."

She pondered for a moment, then her eyes lit up when she saw the microphone in her hand.

"How about a 'microphone' theme?"

Qin Xun answered immediately.

"can!"

Female reporter: "..."

When she saw Qin Xun's confident look, she became even more panicked and immediately changed her tune.

"No, no, the microphone isn't that good either."

"Then... with... with..."

She racked her brain, all kinds of things running through her mind.

Soft girl coins!

sock!

Eye!

car!

Steamed bun!

Leaves!

……

But after thinking so much, I felt that Qin Xun could write a pretty good song, and I suddenly felt that the balance of Beiying Film and Television was going to be ruined.

suddenly.

The female reporter heard a burst of impatient voices from all around.

"What is this for?"

"Who gave the question to whom? Why are you still confused?"

"Qin Xun didn't even take action yet, he just stood there and put so much pressure on you?"

"You're sweating profusely, sister!"

"He just recalled his ex-girlfriend who cuckolded her, and you are still making things difficult for him. Do you have any professional ethics?"

……

The female reporter felt as if she was being despised by thousands of people. She was suddenly so stressed that a layer of sweat broke out on her back.

My heart is burning with anxiety!

suddenly!

She had a flash of inspiration, raised her head, stared at Qin Xun, smiled again on her face, and said loudly.

"Mr. Qin, I thought of it!"

"The story you just told was touching. Can you write a song based on that story?"

Qin Xun was startled.

???

He looked at the female reporter's proud expression and found it a bit funny.

Ah... this...

This is not hitting the muzzle of the gun!

This should be drilled into the barrel!

This is the lyrics!

When the female reporter saw Qin Xun stunned, she thought she had calmed him down, so she felt even more proud and continued.

"Because you are amazingly talented, ordinary composing will definitely not be difficult for you, so..."

"How about you take the narrative words you just told and slightly artistically modify them and treat them as lyrics?"

She is an entertainment reporter and often needs to remember other people's words. She recalled what Qin Xun just said and repeated.

"I once loved a woman who said I was the most handsome man in the world."

"Look, it rhymes!"

"Isn't it just time to make lyrics?"

Qin Xun looked at the female reporter and opened his mouth slightly.

Uh……

Should I say this old woman is smart or stupid?

Do you know rhyming without doubting it?

This is a sentence that has been slightly artistically processed into a narrative story!

This silly boy!

suddenly.

Qin Xun was relieved.

Also.

In the previous life, Douyin became popular from 18 to 24. In almost six or seven years, it accumulated hundreds of billions of videos.

So many years have passed and so many videos have been produced.

It took a long time before a few talents appeared who used lyrics as stories to fool people.

The average person’s mind can’t imagine such a naughty thing!

There are some things in the world that you can see through at a glance if you have seen them, but if you have never seen them, you can't even think of them.

Just like basketball.

No one today would have thought that the baskets in previous basketball games had bottoms.

After each ball is thrown, the staff needs to go up with a ladder to take out the ball.

Now it seems that this is not a pure second stroke?

But this state of play lasted for decades before anyone improved it.

The female reporter didn't expect that this was a lyric in itself, which was normal.

Qin Xun glanced at the female reporter who looked proud, and then looked at the melon-eating crowd in the square.

They also looked forward to seeing them.

He turned to look at Wu Yu, Xia Ning, Ye Lan and others, and saw that their faces were a little unhappy.

There seems to be some concern.

Wu Yu shook his head slightly and opened his mouth to speak silently.

"Don't fall for the trap!"

Qin Xun sighed in his heart when he saw everyone's reaction.

It seems!

99% of people would never guess that this is the lyrics.

Was it because my acting skills just now were too good and I spoke too naturally?

孽 孽!

Qin Xun picked up the microphone, looked at the female reporter, and said softly.

"Okay, I'll satisfy you!"

"Give me time for a song."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and thought.

In the square, off the stage.

The hundreds of melon-eating people stretched their necks like roast ducks in a barbecue restaurant and looked at Qin Xun motionless.

There were hundreds of people, but there was no noise at all.