After pretending to be stupid, I cheated [Transmigration Book]

The words were so calm that the hairs on Shen Guangluo's back stood on end.

Xie Yan found out that Shen Guangluo had lied to him.

Xie Yan's hand stretched forward, looking at the gesture as if he wanted to grab Shen Guangluo's neck, Shen Guangluo felt his hands and feet shaking violently.

He shrank back desperately.

With a plop, the entire hanging chair turned over, and Shen Guangluo fell hard to the ground.

There was a sharp pain all over.

Shen Guangluo opened his eyes suddenly.

It was already bright, and there were seagulls flying in the sky.

Shen Guangluo looked up at the sky and was stunned for a few seconds.

He realized that he was just having a nightmare, in which Xie Yan still haunted him, dragging him into the deepest part of the nightmare.

Shen Guangluo wiped the cold from his head, and sat up from the ground. He fell asleep on the hanging chair last night, probably because his sleeping position was dishonest, so he fell to the ground.

Now his buttocks and waist hurt, Shen Guangluo grinned and rubbed his waist, fumbling for the phone on the hanging chair.

When the phone opened, there were several WeChat messages, all of which were sent by Bo Wentong.

Bo Wentong: Guang Luo, don't worry too much about things on the Internet, I will take care of them.

Bo Wentong: You can ask me if you don't understand anything when you are creating.

Bo Wentong: There is no need to have too much pressure.

Shen Guangluo first thanked Bo Wentong politely, and his eyes were fixed on the first WeChat message.

What do you mean don't worry too much about things on the Internet?

Shen Guangluo first registered a Weibo, and then clicked on Weibo Hot Search.

According to his many years of experience, whenever a big event happens, it will definitely be on the top of the list immediately, especially when it comes to superstars like Bo Wentong.

Sure enough, Bo Wentong was the number one in the hot search, followed by a fiery pop.

Shen Guangluo clicked on the trending search, which read "Bai Wentong is dating a mysterious man alone, and the behavior is intimate".

The picture is a little blurry, it is Bo Wentong pulling a young man in an alley, Bo Wentong is walking in front, and the man is following behind.

There are a total of eight photos, in which Bo Wentong's face was clearly seen turning around to talk to the man from time to time, but the other man's face was not photographed alone.

Shen Guangluo flipped through all the eight pictures, raised his face and stared blankly, he was in a daze, and dropped his phone on the ground.

"Fuck, what kind of unscrupulous paparazzi is this! I'm just having dinner with Bo Wentong! Fuck you and keep a man."

Shen Guang's disheartened face flushed like a dynamite bag: "I'm not short of money, so I need to be taken care of by others?!"

"Do you see that this is a human language?!"

Thousands of miles away.

Outside the car window are French-style buildings, the streets are noisy and bustling, and all the foreigners walking by are blond and blue-eyed.

Xie Yan rested his hands on the armrest of the car, supporting the leader and staring intently at the documents spread out on his lap. Fang Zeyu leaned on the other side of the car window, with his feet on the front seat of the car, sitting in a disorderly manner, holding a Mobile phone, happy to swipe.

Suddenly, his fast fingers stopped, and his body straightened up. He looked at the phone for a long time, and whistled briskly.

"Bo Wentong is awesome!"

Xie Yan turned over a page, his gaze stayed between the characters on the paper, and he asked casually, "What's wrong?"

"Brother, look at it." Fang Zeyu held the phone in front of Xie Yan.

Xie Yan still did not lift his eyes from the document, and pushed Fang Zeyu's hand away: "I'm not free."

Fang Zeyu became anxious: "Brother, look! Bo Wentong has a new boyfriend!"

Hearing this, Xie Yan slowly moved his gaze away from the file, and glanced at the phone screen.

Suddenly he raised his eyebrows, frowned and stared at the other man on the phone seriously.

The man was wearing a large light blue sweater with black cropped trousers underneath, exposing his ankles with well-defined bones.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

The moment Xie Yan saw that person, he felt that his back was very familiar. He went over the person carefully in his mind, but no one could identify him correctly.

After all, except for Bo Wentong, all the people he knew were business elites, and it was rare for a boy to dress so youthfully.

Fang Zeyu said from the side: "I think this boy's back is pretty good-looking. He is tall and thin, with long legs. It is estimated that he is a newcomer in the circle."

Xie Yan continued to return to his original lazy posture, looked at the document in his hand and said, "I'm going back to China next month, have you finished dealing with everything?"

As soon as Fang Ze mentioned this matter, he felt guilty, he immediately retracted his head obediently, closed the Weibo app in his hand, and honestly began to read the documents.

In fact, Bo Wentong's secretly photographed photos didn't have any hot spots, and it wouldn't even cause any splashes when placed on other celebrities.

But the problem is that the protagonist of the photo is Bo Wentong!

Bo Wentong has never had any scandals since his debut. Even when he goes out for dinner, he keeps a certain distance from the people around him. The paparazzi chasing him are starving to death.

This time, it was hard to catch a scene of holding hands with a strange man, so it was natural to make things bigger.

In the end, Wentong's public relations team played a role.

The public relations team led fans to review comments behind the scenes, which turned the public opinion around.

Even though Bo Wentong didn't make any statement, fans and passers-by will comment on it as soon as it is mentioned on the Internet.

——Is it worth making a fuss about having a dinner with friends?

——I thought it was an amazing photo, that’s it?

——To be honest, Bo Wentong is a normal 26-year-old man anyway, so what if he is in a relationship?

— as long as I'm curious about the other boy's face?Looking at the back looks very handsome!

The last comment was followed by a bunch of "Me too!" "I want to see it too!" "Sister, I understand you!".

These days, Shen Guangluo is not idle. He specially bought a piano. During the day, he would sit in front of the piano and compose music. At night, when he was tired of writing, he would go for a walk by the beach alone.

It didn't take long for the day of the song to be released.

On Monday afternoon, Shen Guangluo sat in the song recording room of Wenxin Entertainment, watching several other composers eloquently.

Wentong and a producer sat on two benches at the front of the studio.

Dirty Zhuang held his manuscript, hummed a ditty in a low voice, and still looked at Shen Guangluo with disdain.

Shen Guangluo sat in the corner without saying a word, holding his manuscript with both hands, Bo Wentong walked up to him, leaned over and asked, "Are you nervous?"

Shen Guangluo shook his head towards him with a smile, and said, "It's okay."

Bo Wentong patted Shen Guangluo on the shoulder. The intimate gesture of the two attracted the attention of the people around. The producer frowned and said, "Let's start."

According to the list, the producers read the names one by one, and went up to show their songs.

Most composers can play the piano.

As Bo Wentong's gold medal producer, Zhou Ming is very professional. He only needs to listen to the beginning of each song by the composer to hear whether the song is good or not, and whether it is suitable for the album.

It took an average of 3 minutes for each person, and a total of eight people took more than 20 minutes.

When it was Shen Guangluo's turn, Zhou Ming answered the phone, and someone said something on the other side of the phone. Zhou Ming took the clothes and was about to leave, ignoring that Shen Guangluo hadn't started to show yet.

Shen Guangluo immediately stood up with the manuscript: "Mr. Zhou, I haven't started singing yet."

Zhou Ming turned his head, eyes full of impatience.

He had no hope for Shen Guangluo's refusal to report. As a person without any experience, he wanted to compose music, which was a fantasy for Zhou Ming.

If it weren't for the fact that Shen Guangluo was recommended by Bo Wentong, Shen Guangluo wouldn't even be worthy of entering his recording studio.

Zhou Ming suppressed his anger and said, "I'll listen to your music when I'm free. I'm in a hurry now."

Bo Wentong pushed up the volume fader, walked up to Shen Guangluo, squeezed Shen Guangluo's shoulder, and said to Zhou Ming, "Brother Zhou, what happened, do you need my help?"

Zhou Ming's attitude became much better when he faced Bo Wentong. He hesitated for a moment, sighed, and put down his clothes: "Wentong, I didn't want to tell you this matter now, because I was afraid it would be empty joy again. field, but you also know that I can't hold my tongue, so I'd better tell you now..."

Zhou Ming took a few deep breaths.

Bo Wentong was also made nervous by him. He stared at Zhou Ming and quietly waited for his next words.

The recording studio was quiet, and everyone was wondering what Zhou Ming was going to say.

Zhou Ming smiled suddenly, and patted Bo Wentong's shoulder excitedly: "Someone told me just now that there is news about Guangli himself! They located the location of Guangli's latest single, and it showed Guangli It's in Mingcheng! If we can find him and win the copyright, how can you still worry about the song on this album! We're bound to explode!"

Bo Wentong was a little excited when Zhou Ming said it.

Bo Wentong stood beside Shen Guangluo, with a happy expression on his face, and Shen Guangluo could even feel his hands shaking.

But the other composers in the room were not happy.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Guang Li's songs have become popular one after another. Although no one knows who Guang Li is until now, his songs are about to become the benchmark in the industry.

If they really found Guang Li, what else could they do?

Hearing this news, Bo Wentong no longer prevented Zhou Ming from leaving. He turned around and said to Shen Guangluo apologetically, "I'm sorry, Guangluo. The composer Guangli is indeed very important to me. He must be found."

"What if you find him, but he doesn't want to sell you the copyright?" Shen Guangluo tilted his head, looked at Bo Wentong seriously, and asked.

"what?"

Shen Guangluo's question was thoughtless, Bo Wentong frowned, and it took him a while to understand the meaning of his words.

Bo Wentong said with a smile: "He should sell it to me, after all, no one is more suitable to sing his songs than me."

Shen Guangluo raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, you are indeed the most suitable candidate, but there is someone who is more suitable to sing his songs than you."

Bo Wentong seemed to be a little interested in what Shen Guangluo provoked, and he said with great interest, "Who is it?"

"he himself."

As soon as Shen Guangluo said this, everyone around laughed, including Bo Wentong.

Dirty Pigeon packed his bag and said, "You don't read the news, don't you know that everyone on the Internet says that Guangli is ugly, and no matter how good he is in singing, he is still shameless. What's the use of it?"

Shen Guangluo turned his head and asked, "Have you seen him?"

Dirty Braid sneered: "It's useless? Such a talented person is only willing to hide behind the camera and not show his face. What else could be the reason?"

The words of dreadlocks resonated with the people around them, and they laughed and discussed louder.

Shen Guangluo lowered his head and fell silent for a moment. Everyone around him was packing up his things and preparing to leave, even Bo Wentong took his coat off the hanger.

Shen Guangluo walked up to him, raised his head to look at him, and asked, "Can you make your own decisions about your album?"

Bo Wentong paused and said, "Of course."

"Then even if Zhou Ming is gone, I'll play the song I composed for you, isn't it the same?"

After speaking, Shen Guangluo sat in front of the electronic piano without waiting for Bo Wentong's answer. He didn't even put his score on the piano stand.

The clear and beautiful tune flowed out from Shen Guangluo's fingertips like thin spring water.

The people around stopped their movements, slowly straightened up, and looked at Shen Guangluo.

After the prelude was played, Shen Guangluo moved his lips and teeth slightly, and hummed the lyrics softly.

In fact, composers like them don’t need to fill in lyrics. Just writing a good song has already consumed more than half of their energy, and no one wants to do more.

But for Shen Guangluo, the lyrics and music are an integral whole, he can twist the lyrics and music together to shape it without using any force.

The door of the recording studio was not closed properly, and Shen Guangluo's voice came out through the door.

At this time, the door was knocked open with a bang, interrupting Shen Guangluo's performance.

Zhou Ming, who had just left, went back and forth. He stood at the door, gasped heavily, looked at Shen Guangluo with wide-eyed eyes and said, "This piece...is it you who played it?"

Shen Guangluo dropped his fingers, played the last note, and said yes.

Zhou Ming's face flushed with excitement, he took a few breaths calmly, stretched out his slightly trembling fingertips and said, "Bring me your music score."

Shen Guangluo handed over the score.

Bo Wentong stood beside him and looked at Shen Guangluo with a dazed gaze.

Although he gave Shen Guangluo a chance, he never thought that Shen Guangluo could write the song.

The song that Shen Guangluo played just now made him feel like he was in a dream.

How could someone make such moving lyrics and music in a short time.

What's more, this person was once a fool...

How is it possible, how is it possible!

The other composers in the room also recovered their senses and glanced at each other, and they all saw unparalleled shock from each other's eyes.

Zhou Ming took Shen Guangluo's score and read it for 10 minutes, and at the end he kept saying, "Okay...okay..."

He showed the manuscript to Bo Wentong, and he kept praising: "Which music school did your friend graduate from? Why didn't you bring out such a professional composer sooner! It was a waste of more than a month, and we were exhausted. Look at the songs he wrote, they are tailor-made for you, I'm not exaggerating, even if Guang Li came, he might not be able to write such a good song!"

Bo Wentong didn't answer Zhou Ming, or maybe he didn't know how to answer.

He had thought about how Shen Guangluo, a fool, suddenly returned to normal.

Later he also figured it out, people in a vegetative state may suddenly wake up, and it is not unusual for Shen Guangluo to recover his IQ.

But now he couldn't understand why Shen Guangluo could play the piano?Why do you compose?

Zhou Ming held the manuscript, and he pulled Shen Guangluo's wrist, with an unusually enthusiastic attitude: "That... this gentleman, we want this song, and we can put your name at the top of the album's signature, you You can sell it for as much as you want, if you want, we will sign the contract later."

Shen Guangluo said, "Okay."

Zhou Ming's excited face began to turn red again, he couldn't help nodding, picked up a pen, and said, "What's your name, let me inform the album production team, we can start the process later."

Zhou Ming seemed to be afraid that the duck in his mouth would fly away, so he spoke a lot faster.

Shen Guangluo didn't rush to answer, he paused and asked: "If you want to put your name on the album, can you not use your real name?"

"Of course, you can choose a stage name." Zhou Ming replied.

Shen Guangluo lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his eyes and said, "Then call it—Guang Li."