Dont look at me

The speed of the network is extremely fast.

This unexplained hot comment immediately aroused public opinion.

The second topic about Ao Ge became popular again at the top of the forum.

【Overbearing and unreasonable confronting the former drummer of the bar band, what kind of fans are they? 】

[The lead singer and former drummer of Wufu band have to say love and hate. 】

......

How idle are the netizens, and have nothing else to talk about?

Yu Meng's brows kept twitching, and her whole body was black.

He didn't want to read it, so he closed the iPad and threw it aside.

garish.

The discussion did not stop, but intensified.

Those in the CP circle had already been alarmed, and they went to watch in great numbers.

They held their heads high, and the low-key and cautious people in the fringe areas disappeared, because many girls with potential joined in, and the team grew stronger and stronger.

The one who walks away is called a tiger.

"It's too obvious, the official candy, I have to eat it."

"Admit it, there is definitely an affair, it is short of saying 'Mengmeng is mine'."

"The CP circle is finally going to fucking turn around."

Ao Ge, the real boss who was being discussed, didn't feel that he had thrown a big thunder and blown up the whole place.

He unhurriedly took a shower and started to search online.

I don't know where the tacit understanding came from.

The information he first inquired about was the PO Orchestra.

Although he had never had a serious heart-to-heart relationship before, Ao Ge knew Yu Meng very well for no reason.

He is a type A personality.

Once in a strange place, I will immediately find my field of expertise, engage in high-intensity competitive activities, and constantly drive myself to do the most things in the shortest time.

What he is best at is not drums, but creation.

The PO Orchestra must be his first choice.

Ao Ge found the membership list from the internal network, and there were only two new members.

He reached out, touched the English word "Lemon" on the screen, and licked his lips lightly.

"What to do, I'm getting hungry."

The location of the PO Orchestra is very quiet, surrounded by a circular uninhabited road, next to a high cliff, the scenery is very spectacular.

Yu Meng went immediately after receiving the notice.

Because the location was a bit remote, Gosling sent him to the place and did not leave, just parked on the side of the road and waited.

Yu Meng walked in alone. There was no one in the long corridor and the spacious and quiet performance hall.

The whole atmosphere is a bit cold and high above.

The old and solemn decoration, with exquisite statues of protoss standing on both sides, has a strong artistic atmosphere.

Yu Meng pushed open the door at the end, and there was a person sitting inside.

It was the chief officer who interviewed that day.

He has silver hair, but a young and handsome face, green pupils like emeralds are looking at Yu Meng indifferently at this moment.

Without any polite opening remarks, he directly pointed to the stack of thick books on the table, "Take it back and read it, and compose a song based on the content after reading it, which will determine whether you can successfully enter the orchestra."

He lowered his head and continued to look at the paper in his hand, his tone was flat, "You can go."

Yu Meng nodded, without any extra words, picked up the book, bowed politely and left.

The chief officer only looked at him after he turned around, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

In these days of preparing the song.

Yu Meng has been staying in Hualai Manor, shutting herself in the room and reading day and night.

It’s not that reading books is slow, but that it’s difficult to convert the emotions inside into melodies. It would be easier to write a single song, but these books not only include classical and lyrical, but also mixed with metal rock and jazz. It's even harder to get it together.

There is a 90.00% chance that it will be too unpleasant to listen to.

Once kneaded together, it will appear more messy.

And more importantly, creation should be a kind of following the real thoughts and moods, and the emotions or words that have been suppressed in the bottom of my heart can be expressed through melody and lyrics.

But if you are strongly required to create what kind of taste, it will be very difficult, and you will lose your inherent style.

But this is also the difference between orchestras and individuals.

Personal creation, writing anything is OK, the choice is yours.

The orchestra is different. To compose music according to the ideas of the whole troupe, it has to be integrated with the whole orchestra.

As the difficulty increases, Yu Meng's workload will also increase. He doesn't think this is making things difficult, but a necessary ability requirement.

Now that you have chosen, you must do it well.

Yu Meng is always cruel to herself.

He didn't eat for three days, only drank water, just to make time for it.

In addition to the unbearable cleanliness psychologically, I have no choice but to brush my teeth and take a shower.

For others, even sleeping feels like a waste.

Old man Yu found out that something was wrong, but he didn't know how to dissuade him, so he could only tell Aiya about it.

A girl is like a butterfly, bringing sunshine wherever she goes.

She knocked on the door symbolically, but Yu Meng habitually refused to respond, this time she pushed the door in very rudely, and set the meals for him one by one.

Take out the appearance of wanting to have a good talk.

Aya put an arm in front of him directly, her attitude was completely different from the usual insistence, "You must eat your food today, Grandpa Yu saw you like this, so he also stopped eating, you don't care about your body, what about grandpa's ?”

Yu Meng paused, and finally raised his head. Without saying a word, he started to drink the porridge very quickly, without any time to talk.

He has dark circles under his eyes, his face is pale, and his hair is messy and curled up. He doesn't look like a teenager.

Aya sighed helplessly, and when he finished eating, he put away the plate and left.

Time is precious, and Yu Meng has always demanded both quality and efficiency.

I worked so desperately day and night for about a month.

The finished product is finally here.

When Yu Meng was about to leave the room, the floor was already full of waste papers, all of which were the melodies he had completed and discarded over and over again.

And the last song he got was the one he thought was the most perfect, without any flaws.

Originally wanted to take it to the orchestra, but was stopped by Aya.

Her disgusted expression was extremely exaggerated, "Do you know what you look like now? The dark circles under your eyes are like a panda, and your face has no blood at all, like a critically ill patient who is dying!"

These words sound familiar.

Yu Meng suddenly remembered that when he was at Ao Ge's house that day, his expression seemed to be more disgusting.

"Okay, I'll go clean up." Yu Meng was rarely obedient.

Aya didn't react for a moment.

However, this tidying up is indeed a bit random.

After taking a shower, he changed his clothes, shaved off the stubble, and brushed his curly hair like a bird's nest. He thought it was fine.

The person who came back to pick him up this time was no longer Gosling himself, but a Kang Suinian.

Uncle Nian, who hadn't seen him for a long time, froze when he saw his appearance, and took a few steps back, as if he saw some scourge.

Kang Suinian originally wanted to give him a polite hug, but he had no choice but to accept it both mentally and physically. He covered his eyes and sat back in the co-pilot, with a rare anxious tone, "Lin, drive quickly, take him to Skylon There, I don't want to see him like this now, let him sit in the back and pull up the shade."

Yu Meng: "..."

Gosling probably understood his man's aesthetic obsession very well, so he complied calmly.

Yu Meng sat in the back row, looking at the slowly rising partition, silent, not knowing what to say.

When they arrived at the barber shop, Yu Meng became even more silent.

It's too exaggerated, this should be the maintenance place that Kang Suinian often visits, it is a quite high-end luxury duplex room, private studio.

Gosling didn't follow in. He seemed so resistant to this place that he didn't even get out of the car.

Kang Suinian didn't force him, and walked in familiarly. Yu Meng followed beside him, and he could feel that Uncle Nian's gaze was clearly avoiding him.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a group of men.

They are all slender and handsome, and their temperament is better than the other.

Seeing the two, a man sitting on the sofa immediately stood up and walked over, his eyes were full of joy, "Brother Nian? Why are you here suddenly?"

He seemed to want to rush up to give her a hug, but he didn't care about anything, so he stopped halfway and asked from a not-so-close distance.

Kang Suinian didn't talk nonsense, and pointed at Yu Meng next to him with disgust, "Make him a look that can be seen, just like a human being."

The man blinked, "No problem."

Yu Meng was dragged to the chair just like that.

As soon as he sat down, the man introduced himself very familiarly, "My name is Skyren, how about you?"

Yu Meng replied slowly, "Lemon."

Skyron chatted with him warmly and appropriately, "The hairstyles made in our studio are not ugly. Latitude supermodels come to us and have a good reputation. Just give me your hair at ease." gone."

Yu Meng has no expression on her face, how can she trust others with such things as her head?But he still gave a perfunctory "hmm".

Skyron was making preparations while examining the shape of his face, "Little Lemon, your face is so small and the curve is so soft, if you match it with the hairstyle I specially designed for you, you will definitely fascinate a bunch of people."

Yu Meng frowned, and twitched the corners of her mouth, "I'm in a hurry, let's shave them all."

Skyron froze for a moment, his hands seemed to press the pause button, "What did you say?"

Yu Meng repeated it patiently, "Shave me off, thank you."

Skyron's mouth twitched, "Are you sure?"

Yu Meng nodded, "I'm sure, thank you for your hard work."

Skylon stammered back, "No, you're welcome."

After getting her haircut, Yu Meng looked light.

He looked in the mirror, felt very satisfied, and smiled very relaxedly.

Turn around and thank Skyllen.

Skyron watched him go out, his whole body was slumped. He grew up so big and had worked as a senior stylist for so many stars. When he was going to show off for the first time, people only asked him to shave his head.

He leaned against the wall with a look of lovelessness on his face.

When Kang Suinian saw him, he was not angry. Instead, his eyes lit up and he was quite satisfied, "This suits you so well."

After sending the brand-new Yu Meng to the orchestra, the two waited in the car, not in a hurry, saying that they would go directly to have a meal together, Yu Meng nodded and went in.

At the same time, the chief officer was sitting behind a large table and didn't know what he was drawing.

In silence, two heavy doors were pushed open.

The chief officer looked up.

The boy who walked in was dressed in a casual and loose T-shirt and trousers, with a pair of Martin boots on his feet, making his legs look extraordinarily slender, casual and flamboyantly handsome.

His hair has changed from chestnut to black, and the original fluffy curly hair has disappeared. It has been cut a lot shorter, but it is not a board inch. It is only half a finger long.

The bangs are gone, and there is a pair of sharper red phoenix eyes on the smooth forehead.

The aloof and remote temperament between the eyebrows and eyes became more obvious, piercing straight into the line of sight like icicles, leaving a deep mark like a knife.

In a daze, he was like a very aggressive black panther, with a cold breath, he came over recklessly, and put a USB flash drive in front of the silver-haired man.

"It's done, the name of the song is—" He hooked the corner of his mouth, showing an extremely rebellious smile. "Madman."

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Type A Personality: Extreme and crazy.

Has a strong aggressiveness, bad temper, poor restraint, and poor camouflage.Impatient and loves competition.He is always wary of people and will attack those who hinder him.Lives are counted in numbers.

Type B personality: Black-bellied and calm.

Emotions won't fluctuate too much, it's relatively loose, and has nothing to do with the world.Takes everything at ease and never feels pressed by time.Know how to appreciate the beauty around you.Never feel guilty, very patient.

Type O personality: beautiful, kind, intelligent, gentle, generous, cute.

Ao Ge: Yu Meng is A, very perverted.

Yu Meng: You are neither, because you are not human.

Dumplings: The little angels are all O-shaped.

There are two more chapters, it is estimated that it will be updated in the middle of the night.

I can update as often as I like, am I sick?