After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

Tu Bai didn't say much, he confirmed the contract signing time with Song Wenxing on the phone, and then ended the call.

Song Wenxing hugged the pillow and fell asleep in a mixed mood of sorrow and joy.

Under pressure from Wen Huang Entertainment executives and fans' rights protection, on the second day, Orange Video's official blog finally posted an apology on Weibo to Lu Zhicheng, Song Wenxing and the other three members of the N group, admitting that their security work was not in place, which led to the An artist had an accident during a performance and promised to investigate to the end.

Mr. Xiao Wen also personally called to ask Song Wenxing about the condition of his eyes, and asked him to suspend all group activities and rest in the hotel for two days.

How could Song Wenxing have time to rest? The seven aunts, eight aunts and former friends heard that he was shot in the eye by a laser pointer on the stage, and they all called to care about him, clamoring to form a team to fly over to visit him .

Song Wenxing's phone was buzzing, and he was busy all the time, as busy as a customer service.

Especially my friend Yin Jun, if he hadn't been filming in a foreign film crew, he would have flown back immediately to take him away.

After his eyes got better, Song Wenxing immediately went to see Tubai.

"Do your eyes still hurt?" Tubai was practicing yoga in the practice room. When he saw Song Wenxing, his first words were concerned, "Have you asked the company to take you for a checkup?"

Song Wenxing's nose suddenly turned sore: "Go. I'm fine, don't worry."

For some reason, the scene of Lu Zhicheng nervously approaching his face yesterday and staring seriously into his eyes suddenly appeared in his mind.

Although one eye was so painful that tears flowed down, the other eye could clearly see the small self reflected in the other's eyes.

"Don't be unhappy about this." Tu Bai said, "In the future, you will find that there are many people who hate you, but they can only vent their anger on the Internet."

Tubai's voice is very pleasant, gentle, and the speed of speech is not too fast or slow, and the proper Erhua pronunciation is neither deliberate nor artificial, making people just feel comfortable.

Lu Zhicheng was different. Most of the time, Lu Zhicheng's tone was brisk and uplifting, which made people feel happy after hearing it.

Lu Zhicheng...

Why do I keep thinking of Lu Zhicheng!

Song Wenxing suddenly realized that the concentration of Lu Zhicheng in his brain exceeded the standard today, so he quickly shook his head in horror.

"I like you so much." After driving away Lu Zhicheng in his mind, Song Wenxing sighed, sat on the ground with his knees hugged, and looked at Tubai enviously, "If only I could be like you, everyone likes it." You, I like you too."

"What's so good about being like me?" Tubai laughed, "Wen Xing, you have to be yourself, not like others."

Song Wenxing immediately thought of the tags that said he was imitating Tubai who had been posted on the hot search a few days ago, and he was a little nervous: "I didn't intend to imitate you, I, I just think your dressing style is very good-looking, I I'm not very good at dressing, so I unconsciously imitated... Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"Farewell to you, I'm not a few years older than you, so I'll just call you brother in the future." Tubai said, "It's best to choose the one that suits you."

"I'm just a little worried... After all, there are so many discussions on the Internet, I'm afraid you won't have a good impression of me after reading those black posts."

"It's not like I don't have black posts." Tu Bai couldn't help laughing, "It's not the first day I know you. Listen carefully, I only believe what I see with my own eyes. I have a brain, and I can judge right from wrong."

Song Wenxing lowered his head in shame.

"Wen Xing, let me ask you, why did you enter the industry?" Tu Bai asked, "Is it just to chase stars, or to make money?"

"I..." Song Wenxing was stunned for a while, unable to answer for a while, "It's not for money..."

"Is that for fame? For star chasing?" Tu Bai stared into his eyes aggressively, "Or do you really like singing, dancing and acting?"

Song Wenxing really didn't think about this question.

His original purpose was indeed just for the convenience of chasing stars. In the past, many people praised him for singing well, and he can also write some small songs, so he is also very confident that he can walk the way of a singer.

But ever since he entered Nebula, he was only scolded. Sometimes Song Wenxing wondered if he really sang too badly.

"We have a lot of rich second-generation mixed circles in our industry. It's very common. Some people come here just to find someone to fall in love with." Tu Bai said mercilessly, "Poor business ability, you deserve to be scolded."

Song Wenxing's face was burning with pain from Tubai's few words.

He summoned up his courage: "I, I will work hard, I want to prove it to you, and I want to prove it to everyone!"

"Why do you have to prove it to others?" Tu Bai asked back.

"Ah..." Song Wenxing was stunned, and he didn't know how to answer, "For, for slapping my face, for making people who look down on me regret..."

"Are these people important to you?" Tu Bai glanced at him lightly, "It's so important that you work hard to prove it to them, not for yourself?"

Song Wenxing was completely stunned.

He felt that his thinking was too simple and naive. Before Tubai told him these words, he had never thought about this level.

"Come here and sign the contract." Tubai finished the last yoga move, got up gracefully, wiped his sweat with a towel, and walked towards the door, "Think carefully about what you want."

Song Wenxing followed him blankly and got up.

"Also," Tu Bai suddenly stopped and turned around, "If you can't feel the value of your existence in this regiment, then you don't need to stay any longer."

The contract was made by Zhou Ruqin, another female boss of Tubai's studio, and Song Wenxing. She is Tubai's manager and is responsible for the company's daily operations and business negotiations.

After signing the contract, Song Wenxing immediately leaned forward: "Sister Ruqin, what announcement does Brother Tubai have next?"

"Him? In addition to the movie you are going to make, I also accepted a boy group talent show on Orange Video for him. It's called... what is it called?" Zhou Ruqin stopped sorting out the contract, frowned and thought for a while , "Ah, it's called "Top Boys Group 404". It's already in its fourth season, and it's always been very popular."

"Ah? Brother Tubai is going to participate in the draft?" Song Wenxing opened his eyes wide.

He had heard about that program. The three limited men's groups selected in the previous sessions were all very popular, and the members who had gone solo had also developed very well.

"No." Zhou Ruqin waved his hand with a smile, "He's going to be a PD."

Became a PD at only 22 years old, Brother Tubai is too amazing!

While Song Wenxing was excited, he compared himself again, and suddenly felt a little desolate.

After returning from Tubai's place, Song Wenxing became even more unhappy.

He returned to the company dormitory, and when the three teammates saw him, they made things rattle on purpose as if they were meeting someone in the air.

Song Wenxing ignored them. He climbed into his bed, closed the curtain, and began to reflect.

He has always freely admitted that he has a glass heart, and a few words from others can break his heart into pieces.

But Song Wenxing had to admit that what Tubai said was true.

What is he in the circle for?

Since his debut, he has been ridiculed by the crowd and rejected, Song Wenxing is naturally unconvinced, and secretly vowed in his heart that one day he will slap him in the face and go back.But his professional ability is indeed poor, and the length of practice time cannot be used as an excuse to escape.

When Tu Bai was his age, he was frantically losing weight and training, pushing himself to become an all-rounder, and finally reached the top position step by step.

Even Lu Zhicheng, whom I hate the most, is wandering alone in a foreign country for his dream at this age, training for more than ten or twenty hours a day...

He was living too comfortably.

In fact, the group fan was not wrong, no matter in terms of strength or style, he was out of tune with this group.

It's that he's not good enough.

Song Wenxing hugged the pillow and thought for a long time, then decided to open Weibo to take a look.

In the past two days, he has been afraid to go online, one is to protect his eyes, and the other is that he dare not face the public opinion on the Internet.

Sure enough, Song Wenxing's apology Weibo has already had tens of thousands of comments, more than all his previous Weibo comments combined, and there are all kinds of voices.

Song Wenxing didn't dare to read any more, and flipped through the previous Weibo, and suddenly noticed a comment that looked familiar.

[Song Wenxing, get out!The original song is so good that you can sing it like this. The N group has a burst style. What sweet song do you sing? !I can be annoyed by you through the screen, it's really disgusting on purpose!Please leave the group quickly, don't hold me back from the big N group! 】

Song Wenxing was stunned for a moment, clicked in and looked at it for a while, only to remember that half a month ago he shared a cover song on Weibo.

That song is different from the sexy explosive style that the N group has always focused on. It is a lively and cute little sweet song, which is more suitable for Song Wenxing's original voice and vocal line.

Song Wenxing's few fans happily praised him for his progress in singing, and his singing is very cute. I hope he can sing more songs of this style in the future.

Unexpectedly, a person with Lu Zhicheng's photo as his profile picture suddenly jumped out and cursed in the comment section.

Seeing Song Wenxing being picked on by group fans, some small fans couldn't help arguing with him.

When Song Wenxing saw this comment, he replied unceremoniously: "There are many good songs in the Chinese music scene, you can choose the genre you like to listen to."

The man jumped right away, chasing after him with a lot of contradictory words.

It was rare for Song Wenxing to be in a good mood that day. He clicked on that person's Weibo and found that the other party was Lu Zhicheng's fan in black and leather, and added another sentence: "Almost ordered, don't pretend to be a fan."

After replying to this comment, Song Wenxing stopped reading Weibo and quickly forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, after clicking on it just now, Song Wenxing discovered that not only did the person not stop, but he was still madly chasing and cursing him in the comment building.

[I didn't expect the deity to return to me in person. It's the first time to see an artist go off in person. It's so strange!Did you rape my Weibo? !I think you are going to check my IP soon and call on fans to rape me online, right? ! 】

[Song Wenxing, can't you even accept this little criticism?Since you have chosen to be an idol, you should have some idea of ​​what kind of evaluation you will get! 】

[When your fans are so humble, if you don’t praise you, you will be treated like a petty trumpet. It’s no wonder you don’t get scolded! !Are you happy that the shoulder pads fell off?I've never seen you do such a fake person, it's disgusting, vomit! 】

[I didn't want to be treated as a troll, but I just want to tell you that you sing so badly here. Are you happy now that the Weibo comment area is like this? Song Wenxing? ? ? 】

【Are you happy after being shot in the eye by a laser pointer, Song Wenxing?No one likes you!deserve it!Peeping monster, spying on fan circles, get out of the entertainment circle! ! ! 】

Song Wenxing held his mobile phone and read that comment for a long time.

Then, he read all the critical, insulting, ridiculing and comforting messages and netizens' discussions about the stage accident that day.

This night Song Wenxing was surprisingly calm. Usually, when he encounters setbacks, he would hold his pillow and chew potato chips while crying loudly. He would also list and loop the network Yiyun music to accompany his pain. After crying, he would rest for a while , and then called the Faxiaomen to complain.

But this time, after reading all the comments, he walked out of the dormitory silently, sat on the terrace alone, ate bonbons all night, and wrote the song score while eating.

When the trainee in the next room got up to pee in the middle of the night, Song Wenxing was so frightened that he almost peed on the spot. After repeatedly confirming that he would not be overwhelmed, he returned to the room in fear.

When the sky was slightly bright, Song Wenxing finished writing the last piece of music and ate the last piece of chocolate.

He stood up and stretched his waist in front of the layers of morning glow rolling up like waves from the horizon.

Then, Song Wenxing took out his phone and posted a Weibo.

An hour later, #宋闻星报报左右Nebula# was trending on Weibo.

In Wenhuang Entertainment's president's office, a man wearing a pink shirt and white trousers was sitting at the desk. His slightly long hair was loosely tied behind his head with a rubber band, revealing a beautiful face that did not match his actual identity. face.

This 31-year-old man has the demeanor of a melancholy artist more than a businessman who throws himself into one venture after another and makes a fortune.The things he did are indeed more and more shocking, which can be called performance art.

For example, when he was 23 years old, he had a secret marriage with the international actress Tu Ruoting, who was ten years older than him. For example, after his deceased wife died of illness, he opened an entertainment company for his unrelated stepson.

For example, he casually signed Song Wenxing, who looked very similar to his stepson, and suddenly thought of stuffing him into the N regiment as a substitute, and then observed the results of the fermentation with great interest.

With his head down, Andy stood at the desk tremblingly, waiting for the big boss who almost never intervened in company affairs to speak.

Wen Che didn't speak.

He crossed his legs, picked up the spray gun from the table, and lowered his head to light the cigar.A simple movement, yet extremely elegant.

The 27-inch super-large iMac screen in front of Wen Che displayed Song Wenxing's Weibo homepage. The latest Weibo was posted by Song Wenxing at seven o'clock this morning.

[@宋闻星: Goodbye, group N. 】

After lighting the cigar, Wen Che didn't rush to smoke it, but held the cigar between his fingers and asked slowly, "Where are the others?"

"No one could find him, he didn't answer the phone, and finally shut down..." Andy stood at the desk tremblingly, seeing the gentle smile of the big boss, his whole heart trembled, "But before he shut down, Instead, I sent a message..."

"What happened?" Wen Che raised his eyebrows.

Andy took a step forward, the hand that handed over the phone trembled slightly.

Wen Che didn't answer, just lowered his eyes, and glanced at the phone that Andy handed over.

[Song Wenxing] Sorry, I want to terminate the contract and leave the group.

Before Wen Che had time to speak, his phone vibrated.

He turned his gaze, picked up his mobile phone, glanced at it casually, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the cigar in his mouth almost fell off.

[Song Wenxing transfers 20,000,000 yuan to you. 】

[Remarks: Double liquidated damages, no need to look for it!Boss, Xing Xing loves you forever! 】

The author has something to say: Don't worry about Boss Xiao Wen, he is just a tool man with no emotions.

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