Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Qingzhuo ran to Han Qisheng to confront him, Han Qisheng met his angry eyes and lowered his head unconsciously in shame.

"I'm sorry, Zhuo, that song is so good, I sang it on the show unconsciously. I didn't expect it to be on the hot search unexpectedly. When I came back that day, the company team had already prepared everything. I... ...I can only sing."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

sorry?What a pale three words.

This was not what Fang Qingzhuo wanted, he asked directly: "For so many days, Han Qisheng, you have had so many opportunities to tell the truth, why didn't you say that I was the one who created it!"

"I wanted to explain," Han Qisheng lowered his voice again, "but then the best time to explain has passed, and the song information has been released for better publicity. I'm a young artist who just debuted But thighs, you can't tear down the company."

Fang Qingzhuo's expression cooled down visibly to the naked eye.

He is lying.

The song information was announced on the second day of the variety show, and Han Qisheng obviously had enough time to explain it clearly to the company.

Han Qisheng begged bitterly: "A Zhuo, I promise this is the first time and the last time I beg you, so just help me this time, okay?"

"You know, my family is not well-off, and it's all supported by me alone. Now my career has just started. If the truth is exposed, I can't afford the endorsement compensation at all!"

But so was he, Fang Qingzhuo closed his eyes and took a deep breath again and again.

Han Qisheng kept talking about his difficulties and helplessness in front of him, crying bitterly for the first time in his life.

The original owner inevitably softened his heart in the end, but he couldn't budge on matters involving his principles.

He opened his eyes and looked at Han Qisheng calmly: "I can forgive you for many reasons. But you must clarify that I did not plagiarize."

No plagiarism means directly exposing the composer's actions.

Han Qisheng hesitated and said: "That is a well-known composer in the industry, neither of us can afford to offend. Besides, there is no evidence of time for your composition to spread to the Internet. Even if I tell the truth, no one will believe it."

Fang Qingzhuo's heart was completely chilled, and he simply no longer placed his hopes on Han Qisheng.

He sat in front of the computer all afternoon, obsessively explaining that it was the lyrics he composed.

But compared with that composer, the convincing power is obviously not enough.

Fang Qingzhuo's explanation was quickly submerged in Taotao's sea of ​​comments.

"The plagiarist biss! But the little brother who sang is so beautiful!"

"Funny, this song wasn't made by Mr. Qin, did you make it?"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Fang Qingzhuo lowered her trembling hands dejectedly.

At some point, he seemed to be in a deadlock, unable to advance or retreat, and finally had to accept his fate.

Fang Qingzhuo was deeply involved in the plagiarism storm, fans turned off fans and turned back, and the small endorsements he received demanded compensation, which was resisted by millions of fans.

Eventually, he was forced out of the newly formed boy group January.

On the contrary, Han Qisheng's popularity skyrocketed, he won the Newcomer Music Award before the end of the year, he was busy holding concerts in various places throughout the year, and several idol dramas also offered him an olive branch.

bright future……

Thinking of the compliment the host gave him during the group night, Fang Qingzhuo couldn't help but smile with tears streaming down his forehead.

Such a glorious prospect, he has not touched even a little bit, it has become a luxury.

However, fate taunted him far more than that.

A year later, his mother's liver cancer recurred suddenly, and she urgently needed a transplant operation.

There is a saying that is true: Cancer is not terrible, what is terrible is poverty.

A single word of money can overwhelm the backbone of many people, and Fang Qingzhuo, who has a surgery worth hundreds of thousands, can't get it out, and it's not enough to borrow a round.

After all, as a young boy, his social circle is very simple: classmates who used to go to school together, teachers who were close to each other, and young idols he met before and after his debut.After the deposit was emptied by compensation, it was not bad to be able to borrow [-].

But it was too far away.

In desperation, Fang Qingzhuo had no choice but to turn to Han Qisheng who was in full swing at that time.

Surrounded by assistant makeup artists and others, Han Qisheng looked him up and down and sneered inexplicably.

"Why should I lend it to you? You are thinking of me right now, but as early as when you insisted on defending others and trying to kill me, the little friendship between the two of us was gone. .”

"Borrowing money from me means that you will pay it back? You are poor and white now, how can you pay it back? With the song you are making now that even second-rate companies don't like?"

Han Qisheng's eyes were sneering, his eyes hurt like needles of wheat, and the sneering responses from the people around him almost pierced the eardrums. Fang Qingzhuo forgot how he left the company, and how he returned to the hospital bed in a daze.

After relapse, the simple treatment of tens of thousands of yuan can no longer have the desired effect.

Fang Qingzhuo watched his mother die.

It was the first time that Fang Qingzhuo hated a person like this, he wished he could skin and dismantle Han Qisheng and eat his flesh.

The hopeless sorrow and the overwhelming resentment are intertwined in his heart, and the songs he composed are inevitably stained with gray and black colors, so gloomy that people almost fall into the vortex of despair, no longer the brisk aura before.

No company is willing to accept such a song for a singer to sing, it's depressing and out of the mainstream.

Fang Qingzhuo had no choice but to pinch his nose and make some salivary songs in a flattering manner, barely making ends meet.

He has never stopped creating for a day, and he has been dormant with great concentration. Even though the abuse has been raging on the Internet, it has not knocked him down.

Emperor Tian paid off, after the contract with the original company expired this year, Fang Qingzhuo found a way out.

His cooling-off period for the draft variety show has already arrived, and he can participate in the ninth episode of Dream 101.

Wherever you fall, you will get up from where you fell.

But Fang Qingzhuo's mentality collapsed again.

After signing up, he passed the selection, and then saw Han Qisheng's name on the list of actors.

The entertainment industry is changing with each passing day. Although Han Qisheng is still among the first-line idols at this time, his popularity has become an irreversible downward trend-who would persistently like an older male star who can only act in silly, white and sweet idol dramas.

While Han Qisheng was anxious, he also thought of the sweet taste of the first-generation blood-sucking boy group, and made his mind on the new issue of Dream 101.

This is the most popular draft variety show nowadays, it is the starting point for his take-off, and now it will also become the pedal for his second take-off.

Returning to the old place, not forgetting the original intention-what a good marketing point, it is not to compete for resources with newcomers and scumbags.Neither the company nor the program group would refuse to come.

In addition, after eight years, Han Qisheng once again stood on the same stage with Fang Qingzhuo, the "brazen plagiarist" and "plastic brother", and the topic was definitely enough.

Now that the program is more than halfway through, Fang Qingzhuo has not been eliminated. In addition to attracting the support of some fans who really appreciate his talent, there are also some fans of Han Qisheng who specially voted to see him being crushed by Han Qisheng and made a fool of himself.

Qu Yang cast his eyes out of the window: "What is your wish?"

A slightly hoarse voice sounded in his mind: "I want Han Qisheng to fall from the highest place, and I also want to win an award to regain my glory."

"it is good."

This request was not too much. If it wasn't for Han Qisheng, the song "Green" alone would have been enough for Fang Qingzhuo, who was still very immature back then, to win the award.

The Yinhe apartment is the recording location of the program. It is usually used for short videos and micro-films. From May to September every year, it is vacated for the recording of Dream 101.

It is located in the outskirts of the city, and it is relatively cool even in the hot summer. The green landscape design is interesting, and several painted buildings are surrounded by these green plants and tall trees.

In order to keep the style consistent, the cyan wall is relatively low and there are no grid spikes.

Qu Yang climbed up easily, and then landed steadily without making a sound.

He looked around and made sure that there were no cameras monitoring and no security guards came to patrol, so he walked in with confidence.

He unlocked the screen of his phone by the way, and when he just made the payment, he glanced at it, and there were more than a hundred social software messages and missed calls.

Before he clicked in, a call came in suddenly, and Qu Yang stared at the three characters Fu Sixuan displayed on the screen for a while.

This is the captain and C position of the third performance, Qu Yang pressed the answer button.

"Fang Qingzhuo, where have you been? There are still two days before the performance. We agreed to go through the movements twice this morning, and correct any mistakes. The rehearsal will start in the afternoon. It's already [-]:[-], you Haven't come yet!"

Qu Yang didn't say a word, it could be heard that Fu Sixuan was trying to suppress his anger at first, but with the continuous words like cannonballs, the anger rose naturally.

"As the lead singer, your movements are not to say amazing, but at least standard. You can do it completely, and there are no major mistakes, right? You danced poorly yesterday morning. Let me give you time to practice again. Okay, I will spend the afternoon Here you go, you practice on your own, how have you been since yesterday afternoon?"

Qu Yang moved the phone away: "I'll be there right away."

Voices came from over there, Fu Sixuan said: "Okay, we will wait for you until eleven o'clock."

Qu Yang walked towards a building not far away, and went up to the third floor. The rooms on this floor were all training rooms, and theirs was at the end of the corridor.

Sounds of dubbing and footsteps came from the rooms on both sides, and when the sound of the accompaniment stopped in front of him, Qu Yang reached out and knocked on the door.

Ji Lin opened the door, and when he saw that it was him, he said "yo": "Isn't this the lead singer we practiced hard in seclusion? Why, are you finally willing to go out?"

Qu Yang turned a deaf ear, walked in directly, picked up a bag of training clothes that he had placed against the wall, and looked at the group of sweaty teenagers who had just stopped.

They were looking at him too, though not in a friendly way.

"Sorry, wait for me for a while and change clothes."

Looking at the figure who picked up his clothes and walked towards the dressing room, Ji Lin couldn't help being angry: "Brother Fu, look at him!"

Yesterday afternoon, Fu Sixuan brought some fruit to the dormitory, wanting to replenish Fang Qingzhuo's body who was "working hard" and checking the progress by the way, but after waiting for 10 minutes, no one was there.

He said that he made up for the shortcomings by himself, and filled in the missing dance points. From the point of view just now, his body looks refreshed. Does it look like he has danced a few times?

Fu Sixuan leaned against the table to rest, and when he heard the sound, his hands behind his back tightly gripped the corner of the table. After a long time, he smiled and said: "It's okay, we can still make it in time. The official performance will be held tomorrow. Let him look a little better today."

"But……"

The door of the practice room was open, Ji Lin's eyes fell on the opposite side, and he sat down on the chair as if discouraged, his eyes showed a blank look.

Fu Sixuan let go of the corner of the table, came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, we are no worse than anyone else, just do our best."

Qu Yang went to the dressing room next door to change into his training clothes. He noticed that his hair was a bit long and might block his eyes when he moved, so he tied his braids and put on a headband. After looking in the mirror briefly, he returned to that room.

It was exactly ten forty-five.

When he closed the door, his eyes fell on the bustling training room on the opposite side, the door was also open on the other side, a few young people at the top of the ranking were talking and laughing in a relaxed manner, and the moment their eyes touched Qu Yang, their voices went silent.

The atmosphere was awkward and weird.

Han Qisheng stood up from the ground, a smile appeared on his beautiful face, and he waved towards him.

"Ah Zhuo, how are you doing?"

"This performance is a battle between our two teams, how about rehearsing in advance?"