Fanservice Paradox

After all, they have been working together for two years. Fang Juexia has long been used to Pei Tingsong's banter. He has no emotion on his face. He picks up the coat on the ground and wraps it around his body to leave the practice room.

But Pei Tingsong was not used to his ignorance, so he took his arm, "Hey, is this how you treat your benefactor?"

Fang Juexia stopped and glanced at him, his tone was cold, "I don't want to, but you don't seem to regard yourself as a benefactor when you tease me." He pulled Pei Tingsong's hand away, and his coat fell to the ground.

"what is that?"

Fang Juexia's eyes were indifferent, "Benefactor."

After speaking, he was about to leave, but Pei Tingsong didn't intend to let him go so easily. This time, he didn't pull any more, and just stepped away, standing in front of Fang Juexia.He almost ran into it.

"When you say that, it really reminds me."

Pei Tingsong lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of evil.

"I can't help you for nothing."

Fang Juexia raised her eyes calmly, looking directly at this teammate who never stopped stumbling him.

"As a benefactor, I have to ask for something from you?" Pei Tingsong smiled, "Isn't it?"

He originally thought that he had lost his reaction to this kind of banter, but when the initiator became Pei Tingsong, Fang Juexia's emotions began to exceed the scope of calmness.

"I don't have time to play such boring games with you." He moved away and was about to leave, but Pei Tingsong stopped him calmly again.

"Don't worry, I'm not greedy for your body." Pei Tingsong looked up and down, the profanity on his face was undisguised, "But since it's going to open, one party must cooperate with the other. Look at your expression..." He bent down, picked up the jacket that fell on the floor and put it on Fang Juexia's shoulder, "It's too fake."

Fang Juexia stared at him without speaking.He has always been like this, his eyes are cold and direct, as if he is never afraid or cares.

This reminded Pei Tingsong of winter.

He likes the smell of winter, cold, mixed with the last fragrance of dead grass and trees.Although it hardly snows in Atherton, where he lives, he also likes winter.

Pei Tingsong had a strange hobby since he was a child.

The sycamore trees in the winter garden were pruned by the gardener to leave half-withered branches and leaves, without the vitality of summer.This is the happiest time of the year for him. He will squat on the ground and carefully pick out the straightest branches, then hold both ends and fold them in half one by one.

These stumps are beautiful and straight, inflexible, with an unyielding appearance.The moment you break it, you can feel the stubborn resistance under this hardness.But it's useless, they will still eventually break, making a crisp sound.The broken section shows the last fresh vitality, and the complex scent mixed with the fragrance of plants and decayed dead branches diffuses out, which is very charming.

The moment of breaking will bring him great psychological satisfaction.

Right now, that familiar satisfaction draws near.

He seems to have found another dead branch he likes.

"Don't make it so incompatible. I really don't have that kind of interest in you. But since we have agreed to open for business, we have to pretend to be open for business. If you don't know what to do..." Pei Tingsong smiled Very pure.

He stretched out his hand and brushed Fang Juexia's wet hair away from his forehead, his voice was very low, "Just listen to me obediently, Brother Juexia."

This was the first time that Fang Juexia heard the guy who was three years younger than him call him brother.

Their lives seem to have intersected during the two years, but in fact they basically exist in two straight lines with different coordinates, without any overlap.Fang Juexia's mood is always calm, as if he can deal with any difficult people indifferently.Because human beings are animals that always follow the basic laws, and they are all projections of natural laws.

But Pei Tingsong was an exception.

He is a flammable and explosive uncertainty factor.

Fang Juexia remained silent, her eyes still looking at Pei Tingsong openly and straightly.After a few seconds, he stretched out his hand to straighten Pei Tingsong's accidentally folded shirt collar, like a competent brother.This beautiful mouth didn't utter a single word at the end, it just twitched the corners of the mouth and left.

They spent the next few days in planning meetings and practice rooms, and the concept of the new album is still a bit vague.Until Cheng Qiang made a joke in the middle of the meeting.

"It's really strenuous. It's really impossible to let Jiang Miao play the zither, Ziyan play the disc, and when he's done, he yells and groans. Xia Luyuan dances and Xiao Pei can rap."

It was originally a joke, but everyone laughed happily.Unexpectedly, the two people at the table really listened to it.

"Wait a minute." / "I have an idea."

Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong spoke in unison, and the meeting room was instantly quiet. Everyone was shocked by this unprecedented sense of tacit understanding, and the atmosphere fell into an embarrassing situation for a while.

Just when everyone was waiting for the two of them to continue talking, the two of them stopped talking again as if competing.

Cheng Qiang tapped the table with his knuckles, "You two are so funny. All right, the fourth child will talk first."

"Why?"

Knowing that Pei Tingsong would be dissatisfied, Cheng Qiang took advantage of the situation and said, "Then you speak first."

"...I say what I say." Pei Tingsong cleared his throat, and twirled the pen in his hand several times, "Let us participate in the production of the new album."

His tone and delivery were less about ideas than announcements of results.

Cheng Qiang rolled up his sleeves, "Hey, you kid..."

"I also agree with him."

Everyone turned their heads in unison, and looked at Fang Juexia in the other direction in surprise.

Ling Yi tilted his chair back and said to Lu Yuan in a low voice, "Do you think it's weird..."

"I think." Lu Yuan nodded earnestly, his eyes turned back and forth on the two of them, "How do I see how they match up now, what's wrong with me?"

Ling Yi rolled his eyes, "You've been poisoned."

Fang Juexia didn't hear his teammates' comments, and said, "Actually, the concept of the two colleges before has spent a lot of thought, but the effect is mediocre. Of course, it may be that our ability to digest the concept is not enough. So I think," he looked at the boss with a sincere attitude , "Instead of creating a new concept for everyone to adapt and digest, we might as well..."

The oral habit of being a graduate of the Department of Mathematics appeared again, and the teammates couldn't help laughing out loud. Ling Yi directly interrupted, "We might as well set an X, obviously..."

Everyone laughed, Pei Tingsong looked sideways at him, and saw that his slender neck was starting to turn red.

Fang Juexia coughed and tried to bring the topic back, "I mean, just completely throw away the old model and participate in the creation. Like Brother Qiang said, everyone has their own good parts, although there is no guarantee that the effect will be simple. Accumulation adds up, but there will always be sparks in the fusion process, won’t it?”

He rarely said so much, so he seemed more serious.

Chen Zhengyun was a little surprised, but still nodded, "Give me a more precise idea."

"Chinese classical folk music and electronic music." Pei Tingsong stopped the pen in his hand, "This is not new, but it should not be too common in boy groups. Brother Miao's guzheng can be used as pluck or lead. Take trap Generally speaking, the clear timbre of bass and guzheng should create a good sense of up and down space. Coupled with the ear-catching drumset, I think it can make great dance music.”

(Speaking with terminology science)

His idea was quickly approved by the electronic music player He Ziyan, "I thought about this problem before, and to be honest, I still have a few demos in my hand, which are made according to this idea. There are traps and futurebass, not the main ones. It must be cool to make a steam wave for the bottom of the guzheng. And the fingering of the guzheng is changeable, and the rhythm can be very fast, which is very suitable for the foreshadowing before the drop." After finishing speaking, he looked at Jiang Miao, "What do you think?"

Jiang Miao smiled, "It's very interesting. If you really want to try it, I'll make another suggestion." He looked at Ling Yi, "You can try the opera accent one by one. You have a high voice, and you should be able to play it with folk music and electronic music. Got goosebumps."

"I'm getting a little tired now when the captain says that." Ling Yi rubbed his arm, "But I've never tried it. What about Juexia? Would you like to try it too?"

Before Fang Juexia could speak, he heard Pei Tingsong say, "His voice has a mixing effect, which is suitable for hooking."

Ling Yi immediately teased, "Tsk tsk tsk, I found a hook for myself so quickly."

He Ziyan was serious, "Hook is the soul of hip-hop."

"Wow...soul~" Lu Yuan also joined in, "I've been a little overwhelmed by watching CP videos in the past two days."

"What head?" Cheng Qiang tapped Lu Yuan's head, "Where's the choreography?"

Ling Yi immediately started the plastic Northeast dialect imitation show, "Slap him with a curvy head."

"Fuck you, it doesn't look like a polka dot. This is Tianling Gai." Lu Yuan rolled his eyes and became serious, "Finally I've arrived at my home court. Men's troupe choreographers need memory points and performance tension. Since Everyone has set the theme, and I think the performance should not be done with traditional choreography. Two live modes can be used, one is the band version, playing the guzheng and discs live, and the other is singing and dancing live."

"That's a good idea." Seeing everyone's inspiration colliding, a smile appeared on Chen Zhengyun's face, "Is there any more?"

"I suggest." Lu Yuan looked at Juexia with a smile, "Remember this, we still have to let Juexia do the trick."

Fang Juexia didn't understand, so, "Me?"

"Since it is a collision between tradition and modernity, there must be traditional elements in the choreography. A scene flashed in my mind just now, that is, Jue Xia dances a classical dance. It only needs a short solo dance and a bridge in the middle. If the scene can Coupled with a one-shot to the end mirror, it must be amazing..."

Hearing this, a picture automatically appeared in Pei Tingsong's mind.Under the guzheng solo, the all-black stage casts a single beam of chasing light, which only hits him alone. With his waist down and sleeves, and a folding fan, his slender body stretches and twists, and the light finds flexibility through the silk fabric. Musculoskeletal texture, moonlight chasing flowing water.

The straight toes landed on the ground with the last clang, the folding fan spread out instantly, and a touch of red spread out from the eyebrows and eyes.

"Little Pei? Pei Tingsong."

Cheng Qiang's voice pulled him out of his imagination, Pei Tingsong came back to his senses, and looked up to find that everyone was looking at him, "What are you looking at me for?"

"Why are you so obsessed?" He Ziyan had already stood up, "Let's go, the meeting is over."

So fast.

It's only time for a dance.

"How about it? My suggestion just now." Lu Yuan held Fang Juexia's shoulders, "I remember you said before that you learned classical dance and modern dance when you were young."

Fang Juexia nodded, "I skipped it when I was young."

"When I was a kid?" Ling Yi could insert the topic at any time, "Juexia, did you also learn to dance since you were a child? You never told us."

Pei Tingsong walked behind with his hands in his pockets, and said to himself, let alone when he was a child, when did this guy share his experience.

"Hmm." Fang Juexia's eyes drooped unconsciously, the snow-white floor tiles in the corridor were dazzled by the lights, a glowing brick reflected a stage, and the men on the stage danced calmly and comfortably.Going forward, he saw his young self under the stage, holding his mother's hand and looking up.

[Mom, I want to be like Dad in the future! ]

[Okay, our baby will definitely become the best dancer, even better than your father~]

"I've studied it for a few years, but I didn't learn it anymore." Fang Juexia raised his head and looked straight ahead, and walked to the elevator with everyone. His tone was calm, as if to prevent everyone from continuing to ask, he quickly continued, "The foundation should still be there. I can try."

Jiang Miao looked down at his hands, "Oh, I have to go back to my old job." Just after he finished speaking, He Ziyan grabbed his right hand.He made a movement of scratching the disc, and laughed, "Back to old business 2.0."

Lu Yuan: "Then you guys should make a demo soon, I want to choreograph now!"

Ling Yi flattered, "Brother Yuan! Dalian City Grass! I want a super handsome part!"

Seeing everyone making noise, Fang Juexia felt a long-lost warmth in his heart, as if back when he made his debut, everyone was working hard towards their dreams and trying to present the best stage, except for someone.

Looking away, Pei Tingsong's figure was reflected on the metal inner wall of the elevator. He lowered his head halfway, as if in a trance.

In Fang Juexia's memory, Pei Tingsong was still a 17-year-old kid when he came here. In fact, he didn't have much opinion on the airborne. After all, he was a teammate and he got along normally.

But at that time, Pei Tingsong was really disobedient, because Fang Juexia, who had never lost his temper, had a conflict with him because of his bad attitude during dance practice.That was the first conflict between them.The two young guys fought, and no one else could stop them.

[Do you think I just want to come here to be some kind of idol?What to practice!I have nothing to say to a person like you who spends so much time trying to get ahead! ]

After hearing this sentence, Fang Juexia realized why Pei Tingsong, who was friendly for the first time, changed his attitude later.

But he was not angry at the moment, and was extremely calm.

[I heard that you want to be a hip-hop singer. ]

As early as the second day after Pei Tingsong joined the company, the story of him being forcibly sent back to China by his parents as a teenager in the United States has been widely known. Everyone has heard that he was escorted to the star map by his sister A small company, probably to give him a taste of being in the entertainment industry.

Whether it is the original intention or the method, it is different from their hard work.

[Dreams are not high or low, only realizable and unrealizable. ]

Fang Juexia let go of his collar.

[I have nothing to say to a childish and prejudiced person like you. ]

A paranoid rife with rumors, and an arrogant rebel, their life trajectories should have run counter to each other.But by accident, they bumped into each other fiercely, and this encounter turned into an accident scene that could not be repaired for two years.

No one bothers to understand anyone, anyway, as long as a safe distance can be maintained, superficial peace can always be maintained.

"By the way, Brother Miao," Pei Tingsong said after getting out of the elevator, "You guys practice first, I have to move."

"Moving?!" Ling Yi's eyes lit up, "Moving back to the dormitory? Today?"

Pei Tingsong nodded, "Tomorrow, Brother Qiang has been urging me for a long time, after all, we have to record a group drama."

Fang Juexia stared at his side face, coincidentally at the same time, he also turned his head and met his eyes.Everything was very ingenious, just like the second official encounter between them was also related to the "hidden rules".If it wasn't for this reason, they would have never had any contact with each other, perhaps until the day the team disbanded.

Pei Tingsong laughed, showing a childish feeling for no reason, "It seems that not every brother welcomes me home."

I have heard that many murderers like to look back at the crime scene for some kind of thrill.The strange thing is that he always thought that Pei Tingsong was such a person, but at this moment, his ordinary body seemed to secrete some kind of neurotransmitter that could induce pleasure, as if he was expecting something.

Once the safety distance is broken.

This accident will happen again.

"Welcome back." Fang Juexia smiled.

The author has something to say: This chapter contains some music production terms, let me explain them (the half-baked level may not be very accurate, we can discuss together~)

1. Trap: A style of electronic music.The earliest "Trap" originated in Atlanta. In slang, it refers to the place where drugs are traded and the difficult living environment. Later, it gradually evolved into a hip-hop electronic music style, generally more psychedelic, rap or melodic rap.The more representative song is "The Hills" by TheWeeknd, which I will share on Weibo, which is also very suitable for the atmosphere of this chapter.

2. Pluck: A kind of timbre in electronic music production. To put it bluntly, the timbre here is the various sounds that will appear in a song (electronic music), and then pluck is a plucked instrument tone (plucking is a This kind of timbre is melodic and gradually decaying, that is, the volume decreases and does not continue after a sound is issued.

3. Lead: It is the same tone as pluck, but it is powerful and prominent, and it usually appears at the beginning of the song. (The song shared above has a lead at the beginning)

4. Drumset: As the name suggests, it is a set of percussion music. European and American music pays great attention to rhythm, so whether a drumset is good or not can largely determine whether a song will sell well. You can try to listen to the annual hit singles in Europe and America, you can say Every drumset is excellent.

5. demo: song samples, the songs we hear are all finished products that have been edited and mixed with human voices, and the demo is actually the predecessor.

6. futurebass: It is also a music style. It is a very popular label now, but it is not well defined at present.But maybe everyone has heard a lot, for example, "Faded" and "Closer" by the smoker are both futurebass, and some "vapor wave" electronic music, so the audience of futurebass is wider.

7. Drop: Everyone must know that many times after the end of the main song, there will be a sentence "DJ pretends to be forceful" (Drop the beat). Waiting for that high-energy moment that makes you feel super fried and can't help shaking with the rhythm.

8. Hook: Many people understand it as a chorus, especially a chorus in hip-hop songs. In fact, hook means "hook". part. (Xiao Pei said that Jue Xia is suitable for hooking, because his timbre is very special, interspersed in rap is the most catchy)

Other terms:

bridge: The foreshadowing before the last chorus.Still take the above "Thehills" as an example, "Hillshaveeyes...Onlyyou." This section is the bridge, and generally there will be a change in the atmosphere of the bridge song.

One shot to the end: no editing, one shot to the end.