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

The high-level office of Beiying Film and Television.

Through the live broadcast room, everyone saw Qin Xun closing his eyes and standing on the stage.

Barrages were flying.

The gifts keep coming.

Zhang Lei's mood improved a lot, he picked up the goblet, shook it gently, and said.

"The female reporter is not stupid, she knows how to set so many conditions."

"The money we spent was not in vain."

He stared at Qin Xun with his eyes closed on the screen and sneered.

"Even if Qin Xun has extraordinary abilities, he can't turn those nonsense words into songs!"

"Even our company's gold medal composer would take ten days and a half to write it."

“It’s such a dream to write songs in public in such a short time!”

Zhang Lei smiled slightly and continued.

"Even if it's made into a song, as long as it doesn't sound good or is too ordinary, I'll pay for the script to hack you to death."

"What genius, what Ziweixing?"

"It's all bullshit!"

……

on the stage.

Qin Xun closed his eyes, thinking about whether the main dish for the staff dinner he was waiting for would be braised pig's trotters or braised pork elbows with soy sauce.

There are a lot of people in the crew, so the first meal must be something good.

Going out to a restaurant is boring.

I still have to come.

Give them a little pig food shock!

After a few minutes.

Qin Xun heard voices gradually coming from the square, and they seemed to be unable to wait any longer.

"Brother, how long does a song last?"

"You're sweating profusely, brother!"

"It's been three minutes, are you still okay?"

"I'm short and it's very tiring to stand on tiptoes!"

"Can you do it, brother?"

"Why are you arguing? It's only been a few minutes!"

"Can you be patient?"

“Don’t be afraid of being late for a good meal!”

"Sing quickly! I'm going to have diarrhea in a hurry!"

……

Wu Yu's eyes quickly fell on the faces of the troublemakers, and found that they had always been the same ones.

He should also be the other party's shill.

She wanted to rush down and kick them to death.

At this moment.

She found that the square suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes turned to her side.

Wu Yu turned around and found that Qin Xun had opened his eyes.

With a faint smile on his face, Qin Xun took the microphone and started singing without saying any nonsense.

"I once loved such a woman"

"She said I was the most handsome man in the world."

"I kept that innocence for him."

"Close the door to loving others"

……

The singing begins.

Floating in the square.

This song has been criticized for its lyrics, but few people question its melody.

I think in a previous life, it beat "Thousands of Miles Away" to win the title of "Most Popular Ringtone" that year.

There are also two awards for "Best Unlimited Single".

The melody of the song is very catchy, and with the blessing of Qin Xun's singing skills, it immediately calmed the scene.

The female reporter was stunned, her face immediately became very ugly, and she felt as if she had seen a ghost when she saw Qin Xun.

what happened?

It's only been a few minutes, but he's really singing?

It feels...not bad!

Ruined!

Jiang Bei studied music before, and was even more shocked. Looking at Qin Xun on the stage, his mouth was so wide that he could stuff an egg into it.

Is this Qin Xun?

Is this God?

Why can he write songs with lyrics and music together, and draft them in his mind without writing them down?

Can you sing it directly?

Is that human being?

Songwriting is obviously an artistic creation, so why is it as streamlined as driving screws?

Is God chasing after you to feed me?

No, God should have given him his job!

on the stage.

Qin Xun continued to sing affectionately.

"My requirements are not high"

"Treat me as well as ever"

"But one day you said the same thing"

“Put others into your arms.”

……

When the hundreds of melon-eating people in the square heard this, they knew the chorus was coming.

They looked at Qin Xun nervously, hoping that the chorus would not collapse.

"You smell of her perfume"

"It's my nose's fault"

"Shouldn't smell her beauty"

"Erase everything and sleep with you"

……

The melody is nice and not crashing.

Many people in the square couldn't help but open their mouths, some stood up on their hair, and some simply cursed lightly.

Studio.

The barrage exploded!

【What the hell? What kind of arrogant words is this, erasing everything and sleeping with you? 】

[Just...so generous? 】

[I didn’t expect Qin Xun to have such a tragic past. Hug from my sister. 】

[Ancestor, our dog-licking world has a holy son! 】

【really! But what sounds so sad? 】

[The melody is nice, but the lyrics are too destructive! 】

……

Zhang Lei, who was in front of the live broadcast room, was mentally depressed.

He looked at the number of people online in the live broadcast room, which exceeded 9, and the crazy gift effects, and he was so angry that he clutched the goblet tightly.

said coldly.

"idiot!"

"idiot!"

"How could there be such a stupid reporter!"

"We paid her to make trouble for Qin Xun, not to help Qin Xun become a god!"

"We gave her back the money and asked her to compensate!!!"

Zhang Lei smashed the wine glass to the ground and turned to look at the female secretary.

"Can you withdraw the Doujia you just voted for in his live broadcast room?"

Seeing that the female secretary was as afraid to speak as a frightened quail, he turned to look at Qin Xun on the screen and cursed.

"nausea!"

"You make me sick!"

……

On the stage, Qin Xun continued to sing.

"You smell of her perfume"

"You gave me the inferiority complex"

"The love you want is too perfect"

"I'll never learn"

When he sang this, two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes, looking heartbroken.

The sound stops.

quiet!

All quiet!

The hundreds of melon-eating people in the square seemed to have been tapped on their acupuncture points, and they actually stopped talking.

They looked at Qin Xun in admiration, shock, or horror.

Feel the difference in the world.

It turns out that the gap between people is sometimes even wider than that between people and dogs.

Niu Xiaojun quietly walked up to Xia Ning, pushed her with his shoulder, and said in a low voice.

"Ning Ning, I think we both may have really hurt him."

Xia Ning turned to look at Niu Xiaojun.

Niu Xiaojun hesitated.

"How about you sleep with him tonight!"

Xia Ning: "..."

Niu Xiaojun explained.

"You see he was so sad that he could write such a...humble song."

"If you don't sleep with him, he will suffer from depression!"

Xia Ning looked at Niu Xiaojun's serious face, sighed, and turned to look at Qin Xun's back.

It seems...really...a little sad!

She knew clearly that he was making up the story and it was false.

But why does it make people feel sad when listening to him sing?

Is he really sad?

After a while.

There was a burst of applause in the square, and then it became louder and louder, like the pounding rain in summer.

"Qin Xun, I am your fan!"

"Write a song for me!"

"I'm your fan too!"

"I'm starting to fall in love with you now!"

"Write a song for me!"

"I have a dream!"

suddenly.

Some fans rushed in and seemed to want to get up close and personal.

"Qin Xun, I love you!"

"Ah-I love you!"

"Hug, sister!"

They seemed to be influenced by Qin Xun's talent and abandoned their sense of shame and openly admitted that they were his fans.

The security guards immediately stepped up their vigilance and blocked him with all their strength. The defense line was almost breached several times.

Make them so tired that they are sweating profusely!

……

Wu Yu looked at this scene with a proud smile on his face, and turned his head to take a sneak look at Qin Xun, who looked calm.

This guy!

It’s really a hotly searched physique!

From today to tomorrow, he will definitely be on the hot search!

The launch ceremony of "Fatal ID" was a blast!

Fortunately, his interest is not in songwriting, otherwise many people in the Long Country music scene would be unemployed.

……

Suburbs of Beijing.

Girls' boudoir.

"I really didn't fall in love with the wrong person."

Huang Huai used his mobile phone to send another gift worth 99.

The taxi driver shook his head.

"You are really generous to him."

After speaking, he sighed and said with a smile.

"Forget it, you can spend whatever you like?"

"You're not going to do the surgery anyway!"

"Enough for you."

Huang Huai turned his head, a bright smile appeared on his slightly haggard face, and pointed at his head.

"Brain tumor!"

"The location is special, and the success rate is less than 1%."

"I checked and found that there are no more than three people in the world who dare to undergo this surgery, and those three are all abroad."

"We are quiet people, how can we contact you?"

She smiled, not sad, but seemed relieved.

"And even if they do it, the success rate is only 3% at most."

"When the operation fails, both people and money will be lost."

"The savings are gone, the house is gone, I'm gone, and you don't have a wife."

"Who will provide for you in old age?"

The taxi master didn't dare to look at Huang Huai's clear eyes and looked at Qin Xun on her mobile phone.

"Three percent is... not bad!"

"What if it succeeds!"

"We are little people, but don't you have the authority of a big shot?"