Precision Correction Guide

"How is it? Is it useful?" In the room, Sister Xiu crossed her legs and looked at Xie Qiao who entered the door leisurely.

Xie Qiao frowned, no longer calm and meaningless in front of Duan Yu just now, his face was heavy.

"It didn't work at all, he didn't respond at all."

Sister Xiu raised her eyebrows: "Impossible, you must have been careless and didn't notice it. Please explain his reaction carefully."

"How do I feel that you are lying to me?"

"I'm ten years older than you, and I've dated more men than you know. Just say what you want, do you want any suggestions?"

Xie Qiao was speechless, his doubts were his doubts, his displeasure was his displeasure, and he honestly described Duan Yu's reaction.

"Isn't there a reaction, not bad."

Xie Qiao said angrily: "? Touching his neck is not a good reaction. It's obvious that he dislikes me and doesn't want me to touch him!"

"He's shy, just like a boy who pinches his girlfriend's face and gets close suddenly. He's embarrassed."

Xie Qiao was speechless: "How high is your Chinese score in the college entrance examination? Did you not do reading comprehension, so I didn't pinch him, just touched him."

"..." Sister Xiu suddenly felt a headache. Who would have thought that the first artist she received after quitting would look like this. She originally thought that she would go through a bloody storm in order to tear up resources, promote the artist to the top, and achieve a career. Showbiz legend.

Unexpectedly, the biggest obstacle at the beginning was not from the opponent, but from the artist himself. He was always talking about chasing people and chasing people. The originally arranged itinerary could not be played back, and he had to be coaxed by the manager to come up with ideas and help. complex.

If the little artist made such a fuss, he would have been buried by his agent and agency company long ago.

However, this is the company's veritable first brother, who was personally talked to by the big boss. There is no use in threatening, soft or hard, and we can only follow him.

——If he had known this earlier, Xu Kangfei would not have accepted the job no matter how much he was paid.

"You haven't been to high school, have you? You can't even hear the analogy? Didn't you say that he blushed? Combined with his reaction, he was shy, it's as simple as that!"

Xie Qiao was dubious, very anxious: "Didn't you blushed with anger? Are you sure? I was so close to him at the time, and I didn't think he was shy."

"So you got dumped."

"..." Xie Qiao was silent for a long time, curled his lips, "Why do you keep mentioning this?"

"In short, you should talk less in front of him... It's better not to talk! Do more things, do things that are considerate to him and can please him, okay? I'm sure you two can get back together. "

Xie Qiao replied dryly, "What's next?"

"Next," Sister Xiu slowly took out a document, "You sign this contract first and I'll tell you."

Xie Qiao fixed his eyes, his face darkened, "I told you I won't go to the talent show."

"It is for you to be a mentor, not for you to compete."

The development route planned by the company for Xie Qiao is a singer, but the idol label cannot be torn off by singing a few OSTs for TV dramas. First, it must wash away the impression of idols in the eyes of the public.

By acting as mentors to the trainees, the audience will be left with an image that is different from idols. Then, combined with the specific content marketing expertise, Xie Qiao will release an album created by himself at the right time, embark on the route of a traffic singer, and then slowly turn to nationality.

This is a plan given by professionals, and it is decided to implement it after the management votes.

Xie Qiao said, "I don't want to teach people."

"There are other professional teachers who will assist you. You only need to act in front of the camera, and it will take less than an hour of your time. Besides, don't you teach Duan Yu well?"

"Can Duan Yu be the same as those little brats!"

"Okay." Sister Xiu threw the document on the table, with a cold face, "Whether you like to go or not, don't come to beg me when you and Duan Yu never get in touch with each other."

"???" Xie Qiao looked confused.

Sister Xiu sneered: "Don't you believe me? Then just wait and see."

"..."

Five minutes later, Xie Qiao timidly picked up a pen and signed, "Signed, tell me quickly."

Sister Xiu checked it carefully and put away the file with satisfaction.

"Are you going to work hard?"

"What else can I do if I sign it?"

"Okay, after learning the song, you go buy him something to drink, it's best not to talk, you know?"

"If you don't tell me, how does he know that I treat him well?"

Sister Xiu said to herself, he is not such a fool as you, how could he not know.

"Because a man wants to remain mysterious, the more mysterious he is, the more he wants to know you."

Xie Qiao reluctantly believed the answer, and asked again: "Then what should I buy?"

"Of course it's what he likes to drink... You don't even know what he likes to drink, do you?"

Xie Qiao was silent.

Sister Xiu almost couldn't maintain her elegant expression: "Didn't you say you've been together for two months? Two months, you don't even know that, do you really like him?"

At this time, Duan Yu was eating, chatting with Zhao Yuanyuan casually.

"What does the company say about the studio?"

"Uh... what the company means is that they want you to wait a little longer. You have come back recently and have to re-plan the route. The studio should wait until it stabilizes." Zhao Yuanyuan took a pair of new chopsticks and personally picked a piece of fish and put it in Duan In an elm bowl.

Duan Yu was not very disappointed, rather, he had expected this result a long time ago.

Although the contract was about to expire, he took a two-year break and did not answer any notices. The minimum obligations of Party B in the contract had not been fulfilled, and the company would not let it go easily.

The company's treatment of him is not as good as before, and it is also a choice driven by interests. Compared with other artists who are in poor condition and are forced by the agency to accept notifications, he is much luckier.

Zhao Yuanyuan comforted him: "You have been doing well recently, and the higher-ups just want to wait and see."

When an artist opens a studio, the link is not that simple.First, the artist director will review the contract, and after the review is passed, the materials will be submitted, and the board of directors will hold a meeting to evaluate the value of the artist.The artist's value is high enough to meet the exchange requirements of high-level interests and resources before it is possible to pass.

Selecting people to form a studio is the last step.

"Just watch for me, I believe you." Duan Yu said.

"Okay, how many years have we known each other, right?" Zhao Yuanyuan nodded.

After eating and resting for a while, Duan Yu continued to work, and Xie Qiao was already waiting for him in the small room just now.

Duan Yu noticed that he had a thermos on hand.

This person has always had something cold to drink, and even eats ice cream in winter, and one day he even knows how to use a thermos.

rare.

Duan Yu's song practice progressed very quickly, and the song itself was not difficult. During the rest time after dinner, he thought over the difficult tones, and now he can sing it completely without making mistakes.

Xie Qiao was stricter than he imagined. He highlighted a few lines in the lyrics book, "Sing again."

Duan Yu sang it again, waiting for his reaction.

Xie Qiao didn't comment immediately, but tapped a few times on the phone screen.

His singing voice came from the phone.

"..."

Xie Qiao didn't notice his silence. He listened to the recording carefully, and played the clip several times in a certain interval. "The pronunciation of these words should be slightly softer, and there must be a feeling of heartbreak."

"Heartbroken?" Duan Yu asked.

"Yes, it's the same story as yours. The flames of war raged, and you and your girlfriend were forced to separate," Xie Qiao said halfway, remembering Duan Yu's attributes, and temporarily changed his words, "You and your boyfriend were forced to separate, how painful it is. It's like telling your own story..."

He felt wrong again, isn't Duan Yu's boyfriend himself?

He turned his head to meet Shang Duan Yu's quiet eyes.

"I see."

Duan Yu paused, and then said: "However, my boyfriend and I are not forced to separate, nor is it painful, so it's not easy to substitute."

He looked at Xie Qiao with inquiry in his eyes.

Xie Qiao almost couldn't hold back his expression, and thought of sister Xiu's teaching at a critical moment. "Old and dead" passed through his mind like a barrage several times. He cheered up and tried to pretend not to care, "Really, that's pretty good. You are an actor, as long as you can perform."

"..."

For a moment, Duan Yu wasn't sure if he had any subtext.

actor……

I always feel that he is connoting something.

Duan Yu tried to practice with emotions a few times, Xie Qiao helped him record each time, and then played it back again, and worked with him to find out what needs to be corrected, and the final result was not bad.

"It's almost time for recording, you should take a rest first, your voice will be too much to bear after practicing for a day." Xie Qiao took the initiative to stop.

Duan Yu should be fine.

Xie Qiao got up and walked around the room twice, found some disposable cups, poured water from his thermos and handed them to Duan Yu.

"This is water to moisten the throat. I use my throat so much today. Drinking a little can relieve fatigue." His eyes were black and white, and he looked very serious.

Duan Yu lowered her eyes and saw that his bony wrist was wrapped around the plain white cup.

White smoke curled up from the cup, blurring vision.

The water is light yellow and exudes a sweet taste.

Duan Yu took it and said thank you softly.

The official recording process went smoothly, although there were inevitably some flaws, but since Duan Yu is not a professional singer, he can rely on post-production tuning, and the recording teacher directly gave him a pass.

The day's work went smoothly, and the atmosphere in the recording studio was relaxed. The teacher in charge who was in touch with the artist proposed to have a supper together.

There is a special spicy crayfish near the recording studio, which is a must-visit gourmet restaurant for foreign tourists.

Everyone had no objections, so the person in charge called and ordered takeaway.

Duan Yu was pulled by Zhao Yuanyuan and sat aside, Zhao Yuanyuan praised him gratifiedly: "Yes, you have entered the introductory chapter of interpersonal communication now."

Duan Yu was speechless: "... Is that an exaggeration?"

"It's okay, okay, didn't you never go to dinner parties before? Although sometimes it's quite boring, but many friends are also friends. I feel that you are doing well now, keep working hard!"

"..."

Duan Yu had indeed rarely attended such gatherings before.

Wouldn't it be nice to be alone?

Whatever you want to do, you don't have to worry about other people's eyes, and you don't have to be afraid of being judged.

Now he is not too keen on this kind of dinner.

It just happened to be peaceful and comfortable with today's staff, so I stayed.

He doesn't like to eat crayfish, so maybe, he also has a little thought of making friends, as Zhao Yuanyuan said.

"Brother Zhao, can you let me go?" Xie Qiao walked in front of them and interrupted the conversation, "I want to take a selfie with Duan Yu."

Zhao Yuanyuan was overwhelmed by his address, and gave up his position in a daze.

Xie Qiao explained when he sat down: "It's for Weibo."

Duan Yu hummed.

Xie Qiao turned on the front camera of the phone, put his head close to him, and asked politely, "Can I hug you?"

Duan Yu said, "Yes."

Xie Qiao's arm went around behind him, and his palm rested intimately on his other shoulder.

His palm was hot, like a branding iron, and through the thin clothes, he strongly reminded Duan Yu of the distance between them.

Very close, very hot, you can even feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.

Duan Yu saw the corners of her lips curled up in the camera, and her nervousness was hidden in her eyes.

He knew his orientation a long time ago, so he not only kept a distance from girls, but also rarely had physical contact with boys he knew.

Zhao Yuanyuan knew his habits and never touched him.

Xie Qiao is the only exception.

Even in the past tense, there are occasional exceptions to forget that taking pictures doesn't have to be so intimate.

The shutter sounded softly, and Duan Yu didn't have time to look inside his thoughts, so Xie Qiao withdrew his palm and ran to check the photos.

Just when the doorbell rang, he stopped by to get some takeaway, and walked in with two big bags.

The teacher in charge took what was in Xie Qiao's hands, "There is still a bag, did the delivery boy take it by mistake? I only ordered crayfish."

Xie Qiao said, "That's right, I ordered it."

"Mr. Xie, what delicious food did you order?"

Everyone curiously cast a glance at the fragrant crayfish to the bag in his hand.

Xie Qiao took out the food box from the bag and put it in front of Duan Yu, "Seafood porridge, you eat this. The crayfish is too spicy, and your throat will be hoarse."

The author has something to say: Low EQ: You are an idiot

High emotional intelligence: men should remain mysterious

Duan Yu, a rich woman who is eating crayfish while drinking seafood porridge:

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: grandma grandma q1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Cinan; 1 bottle of Shiyu;