Dust's Perjury

On the day of the Spring Festival, Lin Sha bought a new mobile phone online.

Log in both accounts to "A Chinese Ghost Story", and finally feel at ease.

Recently, Wu Chen has been playing games very frequently. After harassing his trumpet, he dragged his trumpet to level up. He was in danger of being exposed at any time.

It's embarrassing to let someone know that you are lying, not to mention that person is still a crush.

After much deliberation, it is only safe to perform a complete set of tricks.

While he was in a daze, Wu Chen, who was supposed to be rushing to make an announcement, showed his head again.

[Xiao Mumu]: Teacher Lin, start a team and take me to a dragon! QAQ I can't get away from the rehearsal!

[Lin Sha]: Oh, so busy still playing?

[Xiao Mumu]: The backstage is super boring, there must be some comfort 2333 My enemy is here too, I'll go tease him!

【Lin Sha】...

[Xiao Mumu]: Happy New Year, brother, you see how hardworking I am, accept me as a disciple~

[Under the Konoha Pavilion]: Alright.

[Xiao Mumu]: You are so kind, okay.

【Under the Konoha Pavilion】:)

Sitting in the study, Lin Sha was so embarrassed that he almost lay down on the table. He thought about using a tuba to accept Wu Chen as an apprentice, and gave him a bunch of props that can only be bought in RMB as gifts, and then he covered his face and smiled wryly.

At this time, the trumpet played a clear voice: "The new song will be released at eight o'clock in the evening. This time, thanks to the teacher's help, I will treat you to a big meal after I finish my work! Brother Zhi actually picked up five satellite TV programs for me, and The live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala is really crazy about money."

Lin Sha led the team honestly and did not reply.

He heard Su Qiu's gossip: Now, if you want to invite Wu Chen to appear in the second show, it will cost at least 300 million yuan, and being a resident guest of a variety show is even more expensive, so Muise will fill all the jobs as if he is not exhausted. After all, who There is no way to guarantee when this phenomenon-level little fresh meat will become popular, at least at this moment, the opportunity to make money cannot be missed.

It is really enviable and sighing.

The phone rings.

Lin Sha caught a glimpse of Zhang Yifeng's name, shook his head and picked it up.

Ever since Wu Chen got hacked for his innocent involvement, he secretly decided not to offend people recklessly for the time being.

Zhang Yifeng's attitude is gentle: "Auntie said, you didn't go home for the New Year?"

"Didn't you promise not to contact my mother?" Lin Sha was suddenly depressed: "The transportation is inconvenient. They will drive to Beijing to see me in two days."

Zhang Yifeng: "I didn't do anything bad, I just cared about you, and I don't eat New Year's Eve dinner at home, why don't teachers accompany me?"

Lin Sha: "I don't really want to go out, you should find a friend."

Zhang Yifeng smiled: "How could you want to be with your friends on a day like this? I'll pick you up and show you something fun."

Lin Sha hesitated to speak, looking at the hung up phone, but he was too far behind in rejecting people.

The so-called fun thing is to enter the recording studio again.

It's just that it's not for singing, but for dubbing, and it's dubbing for the recently popular cartoons.

Lin Sha, who was forcibly dragged away, was a little curious, and was surprised to see Zhang Yifeng wearing a headset behind the glass and playing the role of a triangle, and the exaggerated little animals were vividly interpreted with different voices.

Character interpretation is a job of opening up all emotions, which is completely different from singing.

Lin Sha thought that if it was her, she would definitely not be able to open her mouth at all.

It turns out that everyone has a side that is not well known.

Compared with pretending and stabbing people in the back, Zhang Yifeng, who is inevitably blessed by animation, is more pleasing to the eye than before.

The recording work went smoothly, and the script for a few pages was completed in less than an hour.

Zhang Yifeng came out with mineral water to bid farewell to the recording director.

Lin Sha waited for them to finish their greetings before he couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect you to be a voice actor."

"It's just a hobby, don't you think it's interesting?" Zhang Yifeng sat across from him and started searching his phone: "There are not many restaurants open for the Spring Festival."

Lin Sha was depressed: "No wonder you can imitate women's speech."

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyes and choked out a cute childish voice: "As long as the teacher likes it, anything is fine."

Lin Sha couldn't help smiling immediately.

Zhang Yifeng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "You are finally not so cold-faced, that's right, cheer up."

Since he spent his entire adolescence in a wheelchair, love and intimacy are really far away for Lin Sha. He really doesn't understand anything except the stupid things he did for Wu Chen.

Every time she was cared about, Lin Sha seemed to owe a debt that shouldn't be owed, bowed her head and said: "I was very mourned."

Zhang Yifeng immediately raised his head: "But I think the teacher is very pure."

Lin Sha was at a loss.

Zhang Yifeng raised his phone, and on it was Wu Chen's first-searched song just after it was released: "Don't you think it's disgusting to watch?"

Lin Sha was very calm.

Zhang Yifeng seemed to see through everything but didn't say any more, stood up and said: "Go and eat private dishes, my buddy has reserved a table for me."

Compared with Lin Sha who had no waves, Wu Chen was completely blown up.

He had just finished singing at the party, and while asking the hairdresser to tidy up, he asked anxiously, "Has the song been released, how is it?"

Wang Zhi was busy using WeChat to socialize with various parties beside him: "Send it, it's ok."

He said it could be done.

Wu Chen hurriedly logged on to Weibo. Sure enough, the fans who had long been unwilling were making a big publicity. Either they were moved to tears or crazily stepped on those big Vs who had dissed Wu Chen. Generally speaking, the word-of-mouth was overwhelming.

He smiled easily: "Great, I can ask Mr. Lin for credit."

Wang Zhi snorted, "Let's be more sensible."

Wu Chen blinked: "Huh?"

Instead, he had a bad premonition, and clicked on the MV that Wang Zhi posted on his Weibo.

In the third second of the video, three lines of words were displayed on the screen.

"Throbbing"

Composer: Wu Chen

Lyricist: Wu Chen

what the hell...

Wu Chen didn't speak for a few seconds, then suddenly got angry, raised his boots and kicked the dressing table hard, smashed all kinds of thermos cups in front of him to the ground, and cursed: "Get out! Get out! roll!"

The staff from all walks of life looked at each other in blank dismay, and the directors of the TV station even wentssiped.

Wang Zhi hurriedly sent them away in a smooth manner, and then closed the door and said, "Are you crazy?"

"Are you crazy?! I have emphasized to you several times that I need to sign Lin Sha! What I saw this morning is not like this, so it's interesting to lie to me?!" Wu Chen was annoyed: "What are you doing? Are you pitying me? ?!"

"I'm doing it for your own good! If you want to write someone else's name, why don't you just buy the song of the great god for you?" Wang Zhi said bluntly: "Sorry, your talent is not worthy of your fame, I just do what I should do thing."

Wu Chen's face was livid, and he didn't say any rebuttals for a few seconds. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, you are always right, and I am wrong. Then you go find someone who is worthy, I quit!"

Wang Zhi was lucky to stay away from home all year with him, and he was annoyed when he heard the words: "Wu Chen! When will you not be naive?! If it weren't for your parents, do you think you can survive in the entertainment industry?!"

Wu Chen didn't say anything, he even lowered his head and stubbornly deleted the new song that had been retweeted more than [-] times on Weibo, picked up his coat, opened the door and left.

The people who eavesdropped at the door automatically dispersed a way.

Wu Chen paid no attention to anyone, and the reporters who pushed away approached him and ran away.