After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

On the way back to the dormitory, Ye Cike was still thinking about the points that the profiteer told him.

The first step is to have more sense of presence, and every trace of it will be embedded in his life, so subtle that he can't leave you at all.

In the second step, after confirming that the other party also has a crush, touch boldly, pretending to touch unintentionally, and make him blush and be moved.

At that time, the profiteer also quoted a golden sentence in the TV series: "The so-called 'confessions are made by children, please seduce adults directly', understand."[1]

He should have already done the first step.

But the second step...

Ye Cike was lying on the bed, just thinking about the other party's name, countless fragments instantly appeared in his mind.

His smile, the way he looked up slightly, the way he glistened in the heavy rain, the way he conquered the snow-white waves... Also, after his forehead was tapped, he trembled like a small animal, and then smiled again look.

He hasn't figured out how to tease Qiao Zhihuan yet, but he knows one thing very well, he has already been teased and surrendered.

The previously interrupted song selection was changed to the next afternoon.

During the competition, Qiao Zhihuan jumped into the sea to save others, and his time on the board was less than half of others, but several judges agreed that Qiao Zhihuan had good movement fluency, many combinations, and a relatively high degree of completion for beginners. Higher evaluation, in the case that the game time is less than half of others, but also got the No.2 result.

In addition to Ye Cike's first place in the surfing group and fifth place in the freestyle of Little Fang, the team ranked second in points, and will be the second song selection.

Before the recording started, everyone gathered together, and Qiao Zhihuan asked everyone which song they liked.

"I can do it."

"Look at you."

"Actually, they're pretty much the same."

Qiao Zhihuan had no choice but to say, "Almost everyone has to have a bias."

Little Fang had a whim: "How about, let's choose the blind box! A real man must dare to challenge, and I will choose the blind box!"

The rest of the students didn't dare to speak, but Ye Cike interjected: "Everyone is a well-made song and dance, only blind box songs can be freely adapted."

The profiteer nodded: "To be honest, as long as you can arrange music, the original song can be composed even if it is joyous."

Qiao Zhihuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "...Actually, I also have this idea, and I'm afraid you don't want to."

As soon as he spoke, Little Fang immediately gained confidence: "Then choose the blind box! Either don't play it, or play the big one if you want to play!"

Wei Lingsu was as thoughtful as always, worried that if he chose blind box songs, other groups would only need to learn how to sing and dance. Blind box songs need to be composed and choreographed by themselves, and I am afraid that there is not enough time.

"That's how it is." Qiao Zhihuan said, "Let's vote."

Not long after, the recording started.

Ten stars hang down on the stage, representing ten alternative songs. Touching can play the corresponding songs while shining, and you can choose which song to touch the corresponding star directly.

The first group took the stage and took away the most popular "Savage", followed by the representative of Qiao Zhihuan's group, Little Fang.

Everyone was nervous, watching him turn around in "About Like You" and "Limbo", Lu Wenya had a good impression of their group, and she still suggested that "Limbo" has a unique arrangement, and the effect should be good.

Little Fang walked up to "Limbo", turned around suddenly, raised his hand and touched the blind box at the end.

I saw a ray of light emanating from the top of the star, blooming on the zenith like fireworks, and then falling along the edge of the studio, the system sounded all over the world: "Blind——Box——!"

The student immediately blew up the pot: "Blind box!!"

"Really choose the blind box!! How brave!"

"Except for Huanhuan and the others, no one dares to touch the blind box!"

"How does this blind box shake, I'm so curious!"

A platform was raised in the center of the stage, and in the center was the pure black cube—the music selection blind box.

Lu Wenya was quite pleasantly surprised, and praised them for their courage and courage, and then invited Little Fang to complete the song selection ceremony, "It will ask you a few questions, and then recommend the most suitable songs for you based on your answers. .”

"This is not bad!"

"It's much better than blind drawing!"

"It's very possible to choose a song you like!"

"Ah, I knew I would have chosen the blind box too!"

The students are full of envy.

Little Fang rolled up his sleeves, full of enthusiasm: "Come on!" The moment his hand touched the blind box, six sides of the blind box lit up, and he asked the first question: "Question 3: Tell me within [-] seconds What worries you the most right now."

Little Fang blurted out: "The star thief ship is coming, how should we defend the home planet!"

All the students: "??"

Qiao Zhihuan: "..."

Wei Ling said: "Do you think we chose the wrong answerer..."

Qiao Zhihuan: "The main reason is that I didn't expect the blind box to ask questions..."

"Question 3: Sing the first song in your head in [-] seconds."

Little Fang was awe-inspiring and sang his favorite song since he came here: "The red flag is fluttering! The bugle is sounding! The sword is out of its sheath! Thunder and lightning!"

Everyone in Qiao Zhihuan's team covered their faces.

After answering more than a dozen questions, Little Fang pressed the blind box for the last time, and it officially sang the most suitable song for Little Fang: "...There has never been a savior! No fairy emperor!"

The blind box just sang a few lines, Lu Wenya smiled and pressed the blind box to stop, she was afraid that someone would have a heart attack on the spot.

The students were stunned for a second: "What song is this?"

"It seems a bit emotional, but isn't it a bit solemn?"

"What can this be adapted into?"

In the audience, Wei Lingsu said the first sentence to the profiteer in the past few days: "Here, can you adapt it?"

The profiteer hadn't recovered from the shock: "Can...well..." The difficulty changed from landing on the moon to breaking out of the Milky Way.

Qiao Zhihuan is not discouraged at all: "This song has inspired so many people before, it is a great song. As long as we find our resonance with it, we will definitely be able to make an amazing adaptation."

"The less likely a challenge is to succeed, the more fulfilling it will be when it is completed!"

After finishing speaking, he was also patted on the shoulder reassuringly.

Ye Cike sighed softly: "You are indeed a good captain." At this time, you can also find exciting points.

At this time, Little Fang rushed down the stage holding the blind box, his eyes glowing: "Listen! Brothers! I got a great song!!"

All staff: "..."

Profiteer: "Please, shut up!"

After the recording of the selected songs, the rest of the team began to take vocal music and dance lessons. The singing and rhythmic sounds in the recording base were very lively.

But the practice room where Qiao Zhihuan's team was located was extremely quiet.

In the practice room, three desks were used to form a horizontal bar. Ten students sat facing each other. Everyone had a computer in front of them. They couldn't stop their hands and eyes. Those who didn't know thought it was some kind of e-sports club.

In fact, this was the first step that Captain Qiao Zhihuan came up with.

Like other teams, they only have one week. During this week, they need to compose music, choreograph, practice dance and learn songs, and arrange free time to shoot MVs. The naked eye can see that the time is tight.

Therefore, taking advantage of the relatively free time on the first day, Qiao Zhihuan asked everyone to collect various versions of "The Internationale" and composable materials online, and sent them to profiteers for reference and to broaden their horizons.

"I have a folk music version here!"

"I found a hardcore version!"

"I have an electronic music mix here!"

The team members were united and efficient, and in just two hours, they found almost [-] versions of "The Internationale" from the Internet.

After that, the pressure went to the profiteers.

He wears monitor headphones, turns on the mixer on the computer, and listens to a lot of adaptations of various versions. There are already more than a dozen staves spread out in front of him.

At first, everyone silently accompanied the profiteer.

Even for dinner, they sent someone to the cafeteria to call and eat together, and said that they would spend the night with the profiteer.

But the state of the profiteer is getting worse and worse. He only cares about writing and drawing, the food in front of him has cooled down, and he still wears headphones to find inspiration.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the profiteers didn't talk about eating, and didn't even drink water.But no one dared to interrupt him.

His face was a little pale, the pen in his hand was moving rapidly, and suddenly jammed, it turned out that he ran out of ink in the pen.

"Pen." He said hoarsely, without lifting his head.

Wei Lingsu immediately took out a pen from his front pocket and handed it to him skillfully.

What he handed over was a worn-out plain-colored notation pen, the edges of which were a little whitish, not at all like the pen used by the delicate Wei Lingsu.

The profiteer took it very naturally, opened a new score with a swish, and wrote quickly.

"I think everyone should go back first." Qiao Zhihuan said to the rest of the people, "You have been tired all day, and it's not a problem to stare here. All nine people are staring at the profiteer, and he is under a lot of pressure. How about Go back early and recharge your batteries."

Only then did the rest of the students disperse.

"Huan, you should go back first too." Wei Ling said, "I'm fine here."

"I'll stay." Qiao Zhihuan's tone was unquestionable, "I don't let the team members work hard, but I go to sleep soundly. Besides, I'm thinking about it, and I can't sleep."

He stayed, Wei Lingsu stayed, and Ye Cike planned to stay too.

At eleven o'clock, Ye Cike borrowed bedding and made four floor beds with Qiao Zhihuan.

After making the bed, Qiao Zhihuan lay on one of the beds, and Ye Cike each had a headset, and listened to the "Internationale" that everyone found today from the beginning again.

As soon as I heard the fifth song, the profiteer suddenly let out a long sigh, and fell back on the chair: "Chaos."

Qiao Zhihuan approached him: "What?"

The profiteer rubbed his eyes: "I made several versions. Folk music, rock, SynthPop...it feels more and more chaotic."

He played the five demo clips that had been made to Qiao Zhihuan.

Some are popular, some don't fit well, in short, each has its own weirdness.

The profiteer was a little frustrated: "Did I overestimate myself? I feel that the adaptation of this song is really difficult."

Standing behind him, Wei Lingsu silently stroked his right shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

Qiao Zhihuan held the head-mounted monitor with one hand, and listened carefully to several demos.

His first impression of these five songs was that profiteers were arranging music according to formulas and templates, just like writing stereotyped essays, so there were no surprises in the adapted part, and it was not even as complete as the ones they found online.

But in such a short period of time, the profiteer can immediately make five demos, and his ability is indeed remarkable.Especially the folk music piece, which was made into a multi-instrumental version, and also had a handwritten score, is actually quite powerful.

Although this song is difficult to adapt, it will be quite inspiring if it is done well.The five poems by the profiteer obviously don't have a clear direction of adaptation or a burst of inspiration, which is why they feel chaotic.

"Let's stop for a while." Qiao Zhihuan put down the monitor earphones, "I feel a little sorry for locking you up for so long."

The profiteer sighed: "If you don't make it today, you will lose one day, and it will eat up your choreography and practice time."

"Don't think that way." Qiao Zhihuan persuaded him, "We will still be your teammate in the future. You just need to do your part right now. Besides, there is nothing in this world that can be accomplished overnight. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself if you move forward in a zigzag way.”

The profiteer looked up and gave him an extra look.

"How about it." Qiao Zhihuan clapped his hands twice, making everyone look at him, "Since I'm holding back here, I can't figure it out, or... why don't we go crazy together?"

He glanced around: "Tonight, let's escape from prison!"

After twelve o'clock, for safety reasons, the recording base will be locked and closed, and students are not allowed to go out.

This time, Qiao Zhihuan planned to spoil the profiteer, Wei Lingsu and Ye Cike all at once.

He avoided the election supervisor, took the three of them into the safe passage, turned to the fire exit after reaching the basement floor, and before the last door leading to the outside, Qiao Zhihuan took out an iron pick and skillfully fiddled with the broken door lock .He remembered that the novel said that the deadbolt was not working, and it could be snapped back with a light flick.

The profiteer was shocked: "How can you be worse than me? Where did you learn this?!"

There was only a click of the door lock, and the fire door squeaked open, and the strong sea breeze rushed in immediately.

The author has something to say: [1] From "Quartet"

[2] The lyrics in the text are quoted, not original