The president loves the little monster

It is customary every Monday morning at eight o'clock, the director, producer, coordinator, arranger and other staff of the program group sit with the contestants for a small meeting to discuss and determine the contestants' next week's competition repertoire, but it is already ten past eight, Lu Fangyuan hasn't come yet.

Director Yang frowned and looked down at his watch. Just as he was about to call someone to remind him, the door of the meeting room opened with a creak. Without saying a word, he walked to the empty seat and sat down.

Yang Yun got angry when he saw his frowning and drooping eyes, his eyes widened, and he was about to scold someone, when the noisy loud voice of the cleaning lady came from the corridor: "Who broke my mop?! All right."

"Xiao Lu seemed to be dragging the stairs last night," a staff member persuaded with a smile, "Sister, don't be angry, the quality of the things is not good now, go to the logistics to get a new one."

Director Yang became even angrier when he heard this: "Lu Fangyuan, your wrist is big enough, let everyone wait for you... If you have time to delay the corridor, don't you have time to come to the meeting? Why don't you take the microphone next time five times in three?" , How about taking a mop to the stage?"

Lu Fangyuan: "..."

In fact, he didn't want to be late, but last night he had nightmares in the middle of the night, and he fell asleep for a while at dawn. He accidentally got up late, washed and shaved in a hurry, and scratched his chin. I also spilled the medicine box, and rushed out at 55:[-] only to find that my pants were on backwards, so I had to go back and toss about it again, so I was late.

He had never been so unlucky in his life.

what can he doHe is also very helpless.

Lu Fangyuan felt so wronged, she stared down at the back of her hand with a mournful face, not daring to talk back.The others all looked like they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.Director Yang found it boring even after cursing a few words, so the meeting officially started.

In the previous competitions, a contestant could only sing two songs at most, but now that there are fewer people and the duration of the show must be guaranteed, the director asked one person to prepare three to four songs—the fourth song is used for the ultimate PK, Of course, if you feel that it is impossible for you to enter the ultimate PK or have full confidence in performing on the spot, you don't need to prepare.

Non-original contestants like Meng Mo and Lu Fangyuan were fine, but Wen Yilang and Lu Jiang, two original singers, complained endlessly.

Preparing three or four songs a week is too much pressure.

So when it was Meng Mo's turn to choose a song, Lu Jiang was about to go to hell. Everyone went to hell together and said, "Xiao Mo often writes scores in the dormitory recently, and the melody he hums occasionally is particularly catchy. How about an original song? "

The last two episodes of the program were quite satisfactory, except for Meng Mo's retirement and return to the gymnasium, there were almost no hot spots. Director Yang was worried about this matter. Hearing this, he lifted his spirits and said, "You can also write songs?"

"Well..." Meng Mo smiled a little embarrassedly, showing a pair of shy dimples, "It's... not really, I don't have any foundation, and I haven't learned composition before, but this After several months of competition, I found that I was very interested in music, so I just wrote a few small melodies, but I couldn’t make it to the stage.”

"That's okay!" Director Yang said, "No one is born to be able to compose. In this way, you first write a demo and ask Mr. Pei to help you polish it. If the finished product is good, then we will promote it before the competition. It’s really not enough to type it out, and it’s also too late to change to other songs.”

"Yes, try it." Teacher Pei, who was in charge of the arrangement, had always liked this handsome, cute, polite and sensible boy. Hearing this, he smiled and encouraged him, "Write boldly, I'm here."

"Okay," Meng Mo nodded with a smile, "Then I'll try."

Firstly, both the director and the arranger teacher said so, so he couldn’t push it any further; secondly, he was really interested in composing, and wanted to compose the melody of the hypnotic healing song passed down from generation to generation by the Nightmare Tapirs. It is also a very good thing to organize and record it, if it can help some human beings who have been suffering from insomnia and mental illness for a long time.

He also wanted to see if he could do it.

But when he really started to do it, he realized that it was too difficult to write those small fragments into a song with a complete meaning, and there were problems everywhere.

So in the next few days, apart from attending classes and practicing songs, he just spent time in the piano room. If he had any questions, he would ask the arranger teacher, Wen Yilang or Lu Jiang, and take a small notebook to revise here and there. I can't take care of eating or sleep, almost to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep.

Anyway, he just swallowed a nightmare from Lu Fangyuan, he is not hungry at all, he is full of energy, if he is sleepy, he just needs to squat on the table for a while, and he will be refreshed immediately, but in the eyes of others, it is not so good up.

Seeing that he didn't return to the bedroom for two nights, Lu Jiang thought that he was crazy about composing music. She didn't know how much she regretted that word. She brought him three meals a day from the cafeteria and urged him to go back to the bedroom at twelve o'clock every night. Don't talk about sleep, but also try to make him happy with various small jokes, and sometimes share some gossip about the program group.

For example, Wen Yilang practiced with his vocal teacher today and broke his voice, today he ate cockroaches in the sweet and sour pork in the cafeteria, and Lu Fangyuan was scolded again today because he went to the street to help the old lady cross the road and was blackmailed. The other party made a fuss to the program crew, threatening him to expose the matter without compensation. The director swallowed a lot of good things and used some contacts to settle the matter. Then he turned around and scolded Lu Fangyuan for being a bloody ass Shower.

Meng Mo: "..."

Lu Fangyuan was also really unlucky.

Before the rehearsal on Thursday afternoon, Lu Jiang leaned over again and said in a low voice, "Did you know? Lu Fangyuan is trending on the Internet!"

Meng Mo blinked his eyes, hot search in his mind?Good thing!

"The trending search term is 'Lu Fangyuan is abnormal'."

Meng Mo: "..."

Lu Jiang gossiped: "I heard that he went shopping this afternoon and lifted up a girl's skirt on the overpass, and was scolded by the girl as a pervert, which caught the attention of passers-by and was photographed and posted on Weibo. The director had already been scolded when he knew about it." It was on the trending search, and now I am throwing a glass behind closed doors and cursing at people in the office." Immediately afterwards, he added: "It deserves it!"

Meng Mo: "..."

Yang Yun slammed the glass on Lu Fangyuan's feet with a "bang", glass shards and water splashed everywhere: "Lu Fangyuan, I think you look like a dog, why are you doing all the shitty things? Girl's skirt...why don't you go whoring/prostitution! Do you fucking want to debut? Do you want to be an entertainer? Do you want to be popular? Huh?"

Lu Fangyuan stood there with his head down, the veins on his forehead twitched and twitched, he endured and endured, and finally he couldn't hold back and argued in a low voice: "I didn't..."

"No?" Director Yang became even angrier in an instant, "No other girl can call you a pervert? Can't someone take a picture and post it on the Internet? The whole Chinese people know that you lifted a girl's skirt on the bridge! You are so quibbling !"

"I really didn't..." He just kindly reminded the girl that she disappeared on the flyover in a miniskirt, but the decorative zipper on the trousers accidentally caught the girl's skirt...and then it was a tragedy.

Really jumping into the Yellow River can't clean it up.

The director scolded him for half an hour before letting him go back to reflect. As a result, during the rehearsal that night, he was listless and accidentally fell off the stage...and twisted his foot tragically.

Life is simply gloomy.

It was as if everyone and everything in the world were against him.

In the stillness of the night, Lu Fangyuan was worried, afraid, sad and wronged. The position where his foot was twisted was still throbbing with pain. He couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. He curled up in a ball, hugging himself with both hands, thinking... What's the point of living like this?

I'd rather die.

But how to die?Cut your wrists and jump off the building, he is afraid of pain, take sleeping pills and burn charcoal, and he is worried that death will be too ugly, swallow gold, he can't even afford gold.

The more Lu Fangyuan thought about it, the more desolate, and the more he thought about it, the more desolate he fell asleep. He didn't see a man shrouded in dark gray mist standing in front of his bed in the dim light before dawn. Xianshu gently healed his sprained foot, and stared at him with gentle and hurt eyes for a long, long time.

It wasn't until the first smear of white belly appeared on the horizon that the black shadow sighed softly and left, just in time to bump into Meng Mo, who had been waiting for a rabbit for several nights, and finally caught up with Meng Mo, his decrepit god.

For thousands of years, all the gods and beasts and even goblins and mountain monsters have all talked about the fading gods and changing their expressions, seeing the fading gods and running away. This is the first time he has met a divine beast that not only does not run away quickly, but also greets him with a smile , and asked with some uncertainty: "You... looking for me?"

"Yes."

Meng Mo nodded with a smile, not much nonsense, just a few simple words swallowed Lu Fangyuan's nightmare and caused him amnesia, and Lu Fangyuan thought he had hit a ghost and went to the Taoist temple to look for harmony and wanted to do good deeds. Said the unlucky thing, then apologized, then turned and left.

Firstly, when he told the truth, he had done his best, and it was up to him to do what Shuaishen wanted to do. Secondly, he really didn't dare to stay with Shuaishen for too long. If he also got bad luck, it would be miserable.

Meng Mo's new song passed the rehearsal, and the arrangement teacher helped him adjust a few details. He practiced in the karaoke room most of the night, felt the breath of Shuaishen, waited outside for a while, and returned at dawn. to the dormitory.

When the dormitory door clicked, Lu Jiang woke up.

Xiaomo stayed up all night again, stayed up all night again!

The key is that the whole person is still in good spirits after the whole night. Lu Jiang deeply feels that he is going to become a fairy, and he is worried and worried all day long. In this silent morning, he feels his heartstrings are tense. Finally, it broke with a "crack bang", and called Ao Qin early in the morning, babbling a lot, and said rebelliously - "Mr. Ao, please take good care of your family! Otherwise, you will definitely regret it!"

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