Million UP school god plays me every day

While waiting for the train to leave, Xie Lan's phone rang.

Dou Sheng glanced at MR.X on the screen, and directly fished the phone over.

He said in a lazy voice: "Speak quickly, we are busy."

MR.X choked for a while, "Damn it, why is it still you?"

"I'm Xie Lan's personal assistant, and I'll transfer the boss' call."

"..."

MR. X let out a long sigh, "I couldn't communicate with you so I went to Xie Lan directly."

"Thank you for the invitation." Dou Sheng stretched his legs, "He can't even speak Chinese very fluently, and you old fritters are still going around to death. If you have a fart, let it go."

The phone leaked, and Xie Lan heard MR. X sighed extremely irritable: "Then you should listen to me. The investor wants to promote the publicity, and the director and the person in charge have no right to say no. This director Pei is uncertain, Although I came to the interview with a strong assumption, I didn't say anything after talking with Jiada in the morning. I think Xie Lan still has a slight chance. Otherwise, Director Pei didn't show up in the afternoon and no one could say anything. , just explain it face to face or consider it.”

Dou Sheng was amazed when he heard the words, "Ah, we were sent to the door and suffered, but we forgot to be grateful."

"...Don't be angry." MR. X lowered his voice, "Xie Lan has a temper, you can feel it more or less at ordinary times, you are too rigid, I want to tell you to wait for the news, don't rush If you don't agree, send a message directly."

"Oh——" Dou Sheng was stunned, "That's right, I forgot about this trick."

"..."

Dou Sheng was so angry that he hung up the phone, glanced at the little old lady holding a foam box outside the car window, "I'm going to buy a popsicle."

Xie Lan hummed, "Don't miss the bus."

Just as Dou Sheng got out of the car quickly, Xie Lan's phone vibrated again, it was an unfamiliar number from City B.

He hesitated for a long time with his finger on the hang-up button, but still picked it up.

"Xie Lan." Sister Kai breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him answer the phone, "You left too quickly, and I still have a few words to say to you."

Xie Lan hummed, but followed Dou Sheng out of the window.

Dou Sheng was bending over to pick out the ice cream in the foam box. He took a red bean ice cream, but was not satisfied, so he changed it to a grape ice cream.

"Director Pei Qing's personality is just like that. Talented people speak straight. If you have seen Lingxi's works, you will know that he has something in his stomach. He is a very idealistic artist. He speaks weakly, and he is really sick. You worry about it."

Xie Lan was silent for a while, "What's wrong with him?"

"This is personal privacy." Sister Kai paused, then sighed again: "But it's nothing, the interviews in the early years were all rotten, and his heart is not very good."

Xie Lan said, "Sure enough, what about the brain?"

"..."

There was an eerie silence on the phone for a while, and then Sister Kai suddenly burst out laughing.

"I don't think you are a soft-hearted person." Sister Kai smiled and said, "I am very optimistic about you, but Director Pei's concerns are also reasonable. Our two people in charge in City G will also score based on the interview video. You wait Let's wait for the result."

Xie Lan hummed, thanked politely and hung up the phone.

No need, I don't want to play anymore.

The train made a sound of starting, and Dou Sheng ran back with two ice creams.Xie Lan watched him run into the carriage door, but couldn't help but searched for the word "Pei Qing" on his phone.

Pei Qing, who studied at the Central Conservatory of Music and Berkeley Conservatory of Music successively, majored in cello performance, and minored in film and television directing and animation production during graduate school. At the age of 28, he returned to China and was employed by the Central Symphony Orchestra. At the age of 30, he started a solo concert tour...

The following are all praises of genius, suspected to be written by someone himself.

Xie Lan pulled down expressionlessly.

…At the age of 31, in a car accident, his right upper arm was broken, his tendon was torn, and his heart was seriously injured.His cello career ended and he underwent a heart transplant the following year.

Xie Lan paused with his fingertips, then slid down again.

After the car accident, there was a long period of vacancy until the age of 34 when he created Consonance Animation, which became popular with Guoman's "A Thousand Mountains Lost".

behind

Some messy news, an animation director, who was supposed to live behind the scenes, but supported a newspaper.

Dou Sheng came back with a popsicle, and read aloud on Xie Lan's mobile phone, "I have been in the industry for four years, and I have been divested of [-] works. Currently, Lingxi Animation is in an embarrassing situation in attracting investment."

"Wow, the six major screenwriters of Guoman have cooperated with them before, but they didn't stay for long. Lingxi's current scripts are basically outsourced by the studio. It is reported that the four works that have not been aired are all purchased by Pei Qing himself... the other The father is suspected to be an executive of a certain factory, to be confirmed."

Dou Sheng became interested, and then used Xie Lan's phone to tug down, "Look at this, during the production of "A Thousand Mountains Extinct", which he made popular, the music director had a fight with him outside the bar late at night. Everyone has a criminal record, and then the person in charge of the music ran away from the project team. Saigao!"

Xie Lan is numb.

Dou Sheng stuffed a popsicle into his hand and clicked his tongue, "Do you feel better after reading this?"

"No. I just want to fight with him." Xie Lan took a bite expressionlessly, the ice melted on the tip of his tongue, but it was not the taste he imagined.

He froze for a moment before looking down at the thing in his hand, "Why is it chocolate ice?"

The train has already started, and Dou Sheng sat down beside him, "Children who are in a bad mood have to eat chocolate, trust me."

Xie Lan snorted, looked at the gradually receding platform outside the car window, sighed, and ate ice.

100 is gone.

Arranging music is indeed a challenge, and it is understandable to be criticized for not having enough professional skills.If it's gone, it's gone, at least he knows what direction to work towards if he wants to make money from this aspect.

Xie Lan pondered for a while, feeling a little calmer, and poked open the list of Chinese comics at station B.

He has watched Japanese manga more since he was a child, but has little contact with Chinese manga.This summer vacation, I can watch Guoman when I am bored during the provincial training period, and then make up for the theory of arrangement, try to find out more original ideas, and there will be no shortage of better opportunities in the future.

The number one on the list is "A Thousand Mountains Extinct", the number one national manga, and Pei Qing's masterpiece.

With an indifferent face, Xie Lan swipe down directly, to the end, and select the animation at the bottom that few people watch at all.

The phone suddenly vibrated in the palm——

"Ermao's personal assistant shared a video with you."

More than 900 M, the progress bar is walking extremely slowly.

Xie Lan looked up in confusion, "What?"

"Don't you want your boyfriend to comfort you?" Dou Sheng picked up the earphones hanging in front of him and stuffed them into his ears, "Boyfriend invites you to watch cat movies."

Cat movie?

What are you doing watching cat movies.

Dou Sheng suddenly raised his hand and pressed on the noise reduction box of his headphone cable.

The world was silent for a moment, and then, a familiar gasp sounded next to Xie Lan's ear, crawling along the ear bones and eardrums to the brain nerves.

"!"

The screen shook violently, and in the dark environment, one could vaguely distinguish the narrow gap between the Yingzhong parking garage and the small cafeteria. The GoPro was tied to Dou Sheng's arm. The camera shot obliquely upwards on the red brick wall of the small cafeteria, shaking violently up and down. A slender white hand appeared from time to time, and was grabbed by the wrist by the other hand and pressed against the wall. Above, it was a live broadcast of cannibalism in the middle of the night not long ago.

Xie Lan: "?"

His pupils trembled, he covered the screen, and scanned back, forth, left, and right.

The seats on the high-speed rail are spacious and open, only Dou Sheng is around, but it still makes Xie Lan's heart beat like a drum.

In the earphones, his panting and Dou Sheng's panting came and went, and after a while, the panting sound was suddenly blocked, and the stuffy, violent breathing was soon covered with the sucking sound of tsk tsk.

For the first time in his life, Xie Lan felt his scalp tremble, took a deep breath, and glared at Dou Sheng.

Before Dou Sheng could speak, Xie Lan opened his mouth and took a few breaths in the earphone: "Enough, enough..."

!

Xie Lan pressed the pause button in a panic, and pressed the phone screen to his chest.

"Is this the cat movie you were talking about??"

Dou Sheng nodded, "Yes."

Xie Lan: "Say more??"

Dou Sheng leaned closer, and whispered in his ear, "The world's top cat movie: The Big Cat and Two Cats, the first episode."

"???"

Xie Lan quickly raised the screen and took another look.

Damn, the first episode was 20+ minutes long.

Dou Sheng said solemnly: "The kitten called Miaomiaomiao the material I found when cleaning the hard disk before, so I plan to make a documentary. I'm not sure whether it will be updated monthly or quarterly. It depends on the situation, and it may be updated daily."

"???"

Xie Lan people are all stupid.

He stared blankly at Dou Sheng, remained silent for a long time, then lowered his head and turned over the phone screen again.

The screen was just frozen on the red brick wall, and the edge of the screen reflected the corner of the back of Dou Sheng's head when he kissed him.

Dou Sheng said in a low voice, "If it's too extreme, I won't record it. It was originally the material that was accidentally captured during the video recording. It won't be outrageous."

He paused, then hissed again, "Forget it, I actually thought that you might not be able to stand this—"

Xie Lan dodged his outstretched hand.

Dou Sheng: "Huh?"

Xie Lan said coldly: "I'll be damned if I believe you. I have to check myself to see if there are any excessive things."

"Oh."

Dou Sheng nodded seriously, "Then you check."

A magical comforting method, a comforting method that makes people blush.

But Xie Lan was indeed comforted, at least after taking off the earphones, he pondered for a while before he remembered the name of the person who annoyed him just now.I tried to get back that angry feeling but failed, my mind was full of those vague and shaking shots, and the gasping sound in the earphones to eliminate all the background noise.

My heart is full of dirty things, and I need to stick ninety-nine and 81 yellow symbols on my body to drive them away.

On the way back, I was in a mess.

Xie Lan rummaged through the list of national comics for a long time, and finally picked a fairy tale called "Youth Sword Heart and Bright Moon", produced by a small studio, the art and special effects are average, the number of followers has just exceeded [-], but the reputation is not bad .The reason why he clicked in was entirely because the eyebrows, eyes and outline of the protagonist on the cover were a bit like Dou Sheng, sharp and clear, and he loved the house and the black.

Fan looks better than expected, the growth line of the protagonist is great, there are many ancient lines in the lines, and it can be used as a daily accumulation.

Xie Lan saw getting off the car all the time, so tired that he fell asleep at home. When he woke up, it was already noon the next day, and the sky was bright and bright.

He sat up from the bed in a daze, poked open his phone, and was dazed by the countless messages.

After a while, I clicked on the British-Chinese Provincial Training Elite Group.

The closed venues for this year's provincial training are English and Chinese. For English and Chinese students, there is no difference from going to school as usual.The specific schedule has already been announced-the inhumane 7 in the morning and 9 in the evening, half a day off every week, and two provincial coaches lead the team. Since the camp is established in the UK and China this year, the "head teacher" is an old horse.

Then there was the explosive private message notification on station B, and the ones pushed to the screensaver were all the UP owners he had followed.

- Congratulations, Xie Lan!

- Congratulations, fight to fame

- Fairies fight and win!Wait for the official announcement!

- Congratulations to my little brother!

A Ze sent dozens of crying emoticons to Xie Lan, Xie Lan frowned and swiped up for a long time before he got the message.

"The idol is amazing!! I knew you could win, I knew it! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow Take care of me!!"

"?"

Xie Lan was dazed for a while, and finally had a premonition, and clicked on Weibo.

Just ten minutes ago, Mr. Jiada posted a Weibo.

@嘉达先生: Everyone in the industry knows that Director Pei is not easy to approach. He has contacted people several times before and failed to cooperate, but Director Pei always remembers to give me a chance. This time he also took the initiative to invite me to run.Regrettably, due to the two-way choice of personal style and product tonality, good trees and good birds are not inhabitable, and "Boys on Strings" is missed.I benefited a lot from chatting with Director Pei yesterday, I hope we will have a relationship soon @贝青

Xie Lan read this passage over and over several times, until the screen of the phone automatically turned off, and his blank face was reflected on the black screen.

He frowned, and simply sent a private message to Jiada directly.

-Xie Lan: What do you mean?

Jiada didn't reply directly, but threw a WeChat message over

.

Xie Lan added him suspiciously, and before he had time to say hello, the other party brushed up several noodle tears emoji packs.

- Jiada: yellow...

-Xie Lan: Director Pei didn't tell you?

- Jada: Hmm.I brought a demo of the work officially planned for "The Boy on the String", and he said no after listening to it for a while, and chatted for a few minutes, and completely rejected me.Tell me to try again next time you have a chance, and offer me a pot of 488 yuan Dahongpao as an apology

-Xie Lan: ...May I know why?

- Jiada: Said that my temperament is not suitable, and I can't write the feeling he wants.Damn this dog director, every time he rejects me with this reason, even if he took the initiative to find me, he still fucking rejects me! !

- Jiada: I wish him the best of luck buying out of his own pocket forever!

"The other party has withdrawn a message."

"The other party has withdrawn a message."

"The other party has withdrawn a message."

Xie Lan: "..."

After a while, Jiada calmed down and asked: You should have passed, right?Congratulations, your works are indeed very inspirational. I really followed you on the Internet in the early years.The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.

Xie Lan frowned for a long time, pressing the screen hard word by word.

-Xie Lan: What a ghost.

- Jada: ? ?

- Xie Lan: Just take a screenshot, I will not withdraw it

- Jiada: ...you are Grandpa Niu.

The gust of wind blew open the half-closed door, and Dou Sheng just woke up. He came over from the next door with slippers, and looked at the phone with an old subway man's expression, "What kind of coquettish operation is this?"

Pei Qing replied to Jiada just now.And only replied four words——

"It's too late."

WeChat suddenly vibrated again, and a contact person with the same name and profile picture as Pei Qing applied to add Xie Lan as a friend.

"Add him." Dou Sheng yawned, "Give me a chance to see what he said."

Xie Lan hesitated for a while, but chose to pass.

The other party did not say hello, but only sent a picture.

On the picture is a scoring table. The scoring criteria are basic skills, structural ability, musical style fit, and judges' preferences.

In addition to Pei Qing and Sister Kai, there are two others in City G, watching the interview video and scoring.

Jiada's score was mosaiced, so he couldn't see it, only the elimination stamp.

Xie Lan scored an average of 6.6 in basic skills, 8.2 in structure ability, and 10 points in music style fit.

He saw at a glance that Pei Qing only gave 5 points for basic skills, lowering the overall average score.

However, during the interview process, he cue many times on his structural ability, but he gave Xie Lan 8.5 points, which was higher than the average.

Pei Qing ticked the column of the judges' preference.

"Is this a turn of events? What kind of brain circuit is this guy, he thinks he's upright, and finally wants you?" Dou Sheng frowned and said, "Ask him what's going on."

Xie Lan was silent for a moment, "I don't want to go."

"Huh?" Dou Sheng opened his eyes, "I really don't want to go?"

Xie Lan hummed.

Before going there, he and Dou Sheng didn't do their homework as a director, so they didn't know the "brilliant" lives on the encyclopedia.

He was really angry when he came out of the interview, because he regarded the director as a normal person at that time.But there are a bunch of artistic people in the world who are really abnormal, no matter what sympathetic suffering they suffer, but the result is that their personalities become extreme and difficult to live with.When he was in the British Symphony Orchestra, he heard some seniors chatting about it.

He was less angry, but also more determined not to cooperate.

He can't stand people who are used to verbal violence, especially when the task is already very difficult and it's time to prepare for the competition.

Xie Lan sat on the bed, her hair was messed up, and her mind was still a little blank.

Just waking up, or not yet waking up, it's really not a suitable time to make a decision, but he still picked up the phone, and even clicked his tongue lightly like Dou Sheng usually did.

"Young hero—" Dou Sheng was suddenly alert, "I feel like you are going to blow up the world, think twice."

"Ah."

a few

minutes later.

@谢兰_em: Thank you very much for the invitation of the project team.However, since I am not an arranger major, after carefully understanding the work that the chief arranger will undertake, I feel a bit reluctant, and reached an agreement with the project team on this aspect.The college entrance examination and the number competition are on the head, and the good wood and good birds are not inhabitable. This time, I will miss "The Boy on the String". I have benefited a lot from the chat with Director Pei yesterday. I will improve the arrangement theory a lot in the future. I hope Pei Guide to find an excellent partner as soon as possible @贝青

As soon as the message was sent out.WeChat went crazy.

-Pei Qing:?

-Pei Qing:? ? ?

-Pei Qing: Is there something wrong?Can't understand this table?

-Pei Qing: Do something?

-Pei Qing: Don't take things seriously and do it yourself, and copy half of others' homework?

Xie Lan pondered for a moment, then replied: "It's better for both of us to declare, otherwise you may be scolded. No thanks."

-Pei Qing: What do you mean, you don't want to cooperate?Just because I'm being blunt?

Dou Sheng yawned over Xie Lan's head again, one after another, endlessly.

Infected, Xie Lan also yawned at the screen.

Getting angry is because of the other person's arrogant posture, but refusing to cooperate is not because of this.

- Afternoon Grape Ice: I am afraid that after we cooperate, we will fight every day.

-Pei Qing:?

- Afternoon Grape Ice: I did realize the shortcomings and decided to practice by myself first.

-Pei Qing: ...Which sentence do you think I will believe?

- Afternoon grape ice: up to you.I can only think of these two sentences.

- Pei Qing: ...

A large number of melon eaters quickly gathered under Weibo.

- um eh huh?Did Lan Zai not pass?

- It doesn't seem like it's a failure, it's because both parties gave up after communicating.

- Who is the main arranger for?

- Ah... Ah Ze?

-Laughing to death, Aze was originally broadcasting live, but now he is in a daze

- The latest information, Aze cried

- Didn't you just say that you are going to work for an idol soon?

- A Ze should also be woken up by reality, licking Xie Lan so much that I, a fan, can't stand it

-Wait, he began to speculate whether this is the love of the idol, deliberately helping him to the top

-Don't cue you S God, asking is a competition

"Er Mao has such a temper, 100 million is so high." Dou Sheng stretched out his hand and rubbed Xie Lan's head indiscriminately.

Xie Lan broke free from his clutches, paused for a moment and then frowned, "Will there be any bad effects?"

"What can there be?" Dou Sheng pursed his lips, and said casually: "If you have already confirmed that you will not cooperate, and on the premise that Jiada has already disclosed the results, it is the most appropriate way for you to deal with it. It will save face for the project team, and you Don’t damage your own image, you deserve to be a senior.”

Xie Lan didn't say anything.

There was still a bit of chaos in his mind that had just woken up.

Unconsciously scrolling through my homepage, but scrolling through the small melodies that have been canvassed and uploaded for a period of time, there are a dozen or twenty pieces, and when put together, they can support one or two complete songs.

"Looking forward and looking forward is a compulsory course for social people like Ms. Zhao Wenying." Dou Sheng put his hands on his shoulders, stroked his collarbone and pinched it gently, and said with a smile: "Young hero should point and hit."