The plot is different from what I thought [Quick Transmigration]

At the end of next month, at the end of September, fn will hold a concert in city a.

fn debuted for one year, next month will be fn's first concert, the tickets were sold out by the end of july.Except for one who couldn't support the wall with mud, the rest of the fn team members are very concerned about next month's concert.

The attention of all fn staff was transferred to Zhou Qi himself through Ms. Liu Yihong's active pressure.

"Why can't you dance?" Ms. Liu Yihong stared at Zhou Qi, "Others can dance, but you can't? Others can sing, but you can't? It's been a year since your debut, Zhou Qi, can't you make some progress?"

Zhou Qi was very helpless: "Ms. Liu Yihong..."

Ms. Liu Yihong: "Call me bel."

"Okay, Ms. Bel," Zhou Qi said, "I also want to make progress. It's always good to make progress alone. But the reality is that I can neither sing nor dance. I have to go on stage and I have to drag others hind legs."

"You've been dragging others down, and now you've come to this realization?" Ms. Bel snorted coldly, and said sharply, "You debuted for a year, haven't you always been at this level?"

Zhou Qi: "..."

Bel added: "But you are the one who signed the artist contract with the company, and you are the one who wants to be a star and famous. Zhou Qi, you are 26, you are not a child anymore, you have to be responsible for your decisions, there are two more Before the concert, you must arrange all the dances with the team members—you have no room to refute this matter, or you will pay liquidated damages and terminate the contract directly with the company.”

Zhou Qi: "..."

have to.

Ms. Liu Yihong has always acted vigorously and resolutely, and she said that there is no room for negotiation, so there is really no room for negotiation.

Zhou Qi nodded, there was nothing he could do: "Okay, Ms. Liu Yihong, I'll go and have a look with that brother, whether it's okay or not, I'll try my best?"

"Okay." Ms. Liu Yihong sat on the swivel chair and looked at Zhou Qi for a while. When Zhou Qi turned to leave, she suddenly said, "Wait, do you have contact with fy studio?"

Zhou Qi paused, and turned half of his face: "fy studio?"

"Yes. Do you know them there?"

"Fy, where is this?"

Liu Yihong: "..."

It was hard for her to believe that Zhou Qi, as an insider, had never heard of fy studio, and she couldn't figure out why Zhou Qizhuang didn't know, so she said bluntly: "fy studio is mainly responsible for Fu Ye's work endorsement, fy It's the abbreviation of Fu Ye's name."

When Zhou Qi heard this, he thought that Ms. Liu Yihong was asking him if he knew Fu Ye?

Of course I do.Still his current benefactor.

However, as Party B in a long-term stable nurturing relationship, if he has a good professionalism, he must never disclose the private information of the donor to anyone, let alone admit to anyone the messy relationship between him and the donor.

So Zhou Qi cherished his words like gold and asked, "What's the matter with Fu Ye?"

"This..." Ms. Liu Yihong pondered for a moment before she said, "It's hard to say, I don't need to tell you what you should know, and I don't need to say more about what you don't need to know, so I won't say more right now. She had something else to say, "Anyway, Zhou Qi, you work hard, no matter what you do, as long as you can go on in the entertainment industry for a long time, you will have good resources."

Zhou Qi: "?"

Ms. Liu Yihong was expressing to him——God rewards hard work?

"And manage your own words and deeds, don't offend people who shouldn't be offended. Otherwise, the company won't be able to help you if you get into trouble. After all, some people are behind more than just capital."

"..." Zhou Qi was silent for a while, "You mean...Fu Ye?"

"Let's go," Ms. Liu Yihong waved her hand at him without answering, "Let's go to the dance studio. There must be no mistakes in the concert, remember?"

The concert at the end of September has 24 tracks, more than a dozen with choreography.

It makes people want to quit the game, delete the file and start again.

The dance studio is very large, surrounded by mirrors that are as tall as a person.Obviously, in order to take care of the shortest plank in the barrel, the company arranged two waves of dance teachers. One wave danced and re-choreographed with the other three people from fn, and the other wave of primary school teachers patiently taught Zhou Qi how to Dance.

Jas, the leader of the primary school teacher group, asked incredulously, "You...really don't know anything at all?"

Zhou Qi sat cross-legged on the ground, with his chin resting on his hands, and he didn't seem in a hurry at all. He fully explained what it means to say "mud can't support the wall": "Really, not at all."

"..." Jas stared at Zhou Qi for 2 minutes before he started to build up his mind, "That's...it doesn't matter, you get up and we learn bit by bit, it's okay..." Jas didn't have the confidence to say this out of conscience , "It can definitely be learned."

Zhou Qi hooked up the corner of his mouth in an irregular manner: "Okay, then the teacher will teach me."

"Zhong Pingyang, focus, don't look elsewhere!"

The choreographer of the other group frowned and scolded.

"Oh," Zhong Pingyang quickly withdrew his gaze from looking at Zhou Qi, "Okay, I'm sorry."

But even though he said "sorry" on his lips, Zhong Pingyang couldn't help but glanced at Zhou Qi from the corner of his eye.

Like... a first-grade elementary school student who was dragged to school, with a look of death on his face.Seriously though.

Ning Yihao glanced at Zhong Pingyang indifferently: "Are you looking at him?"

Zhong Pingyang smiled and said, "Well, he's very interesting."

"is it?"

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Qi didn't come.

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Qi didn't come.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zhou Qi hadn't come yet.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhou Qi still didn't come.

Fu Ye went to clean up the overcooked meals, cleaned up the second set of toothbrushes and bath towels in the bathroom, and threw all the extra things in the house into the trash can.

He clearly knew that he hated the contact with Zhou Qi, but like a psychopath living in delirium, he went to put the second person's supplies in his residence, and put things that were not needed at all.

Not at all.

He is the only one living here.

At ten o'clock, Fu Ye turned off the computer and went to take a shower.

10:30, sleep.

At ten fifty-five, the doorbell rang.

The smart camera showed the face of the visitor at the door on Fu Ye's mobile phone, panting quickly on a summer night, his collar was wet with sweat, and sweat dripped down the line of his jaw.The slender fingers pinched the buttons of the clothes, and unbuttoned them one by one from the neck to the collarbone.

After opening the door, Fu Ye looked at the person at the door coldly.

The person at the door bared his teeth and smiled, and the button had already been undone three or four times: "Mr. Fu, I came back before eleven o'clock. You didn't sleep, did you?"

As if there was some kind of unspoken tacit understanding, Fu Ye grabbed Zhou Qi's collar, clasped Zhou Qi's hand on his collar, and pulled Zhou Qi into the door forcefully.

"boom--"

Zhou Qi's eyes flashed the surprise of being kissed by him last night, but soon he turned his back on him, hooked his neck, and penetrated into his mouth.

Rein in the cliff.

Zhou Qi leaned on the door, pressed the doorknob and supported his waist, looked at Fu Ye and smiled: "Mr. Fu, I'm off work."

His clothes are disheveled, and Fu Ye is well-dressed.

It seems that there are many words accumulated in the chest cavity to say, but they can't be said.Fu Ye stared at Zhou Qi for a few seconds, then turned around and left: "Don't call me Teacher Fu."

Zhou Qi still leaned against the door and licked his lips: "Didn't you say that I can call you whatever you want this morning?"

"I haven't taught you anything, and I don't need you to call me teacher." Fu Ye said.

Zhou Qi: "You have taught me a lot, but you don't even remember."

Fu Ye stopped, and his voice was very cold: "I don't want to repeat it again, I have never met you, I didn't know you before. I haven't forgotten anything. Don't bring what another person did to me, I don't like."

"...

oh. Zhou Qi lowered his head, "Then I won't mention it in the future."never mind. "

I got stabbed in the heart.Make people uncomfortable.Astringent and painful.

Fu Ye paused for a long time, and only said, "Go to bed."

"Can I share a bed with you?" Zhou Qi raised his eyes suddenly.

"……Can't."

But Fu Ye still failed to drive Zhou Qi away.

After practicing dancing for a whole day, I was so tired that I could only move my lips.Zhou Qi glanced at Fu Ye, and asked slowly: "Xiao Ming, why did you kiss me?"

Fu Ye ignored him, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Zhou Qi watched helplessly for a while, but Fu Ye ignored him, so he could only pull the quilt on Fu Ye's chest, approach Fu Ye and "tweet" on his lips.

Under the quilt, Fu Ye curled his hands tightly tightly.

But he didn't move in the end.

fn's concert also arranged an unreleased new song as the finale.This finale has not yet released a song, but it is a slow-paced love song that has been finalized.For Zhou Qi, it is equivalent to not needing choreography.

The lyrics have already been decided, and the composer has also been decided. Today I came to the company to exchange ideas with fn.

The composer is called Jiang Ju.

Given Zhou Qi's ignorance about the world, he had never heard of this person, but after searching the Baidu Encyclopedia entries, it showed that Jiang Ju was a young, lonely, talented composer.

Tall and thin, with wheat skin, narrow and long eyes, very handsome, but somewhat withdrawn.

He was waiting for fn in the recording studio. When he entered the door, Zhou Qi saw Jiang Ju holding a guitar in the sound test, with his head down and his whole body sunk in the shadow of the ceiling lamp.

Zhong Pingyang, or rather the entire fn team except Zhou Qi knew that a composer like Jiang Ju was willing to tailor a song for fn because of Ning Yihao.

But... it would be too embarrassing for Jiang Ju, Ning Yihao, and Zhou Qi to be in the same room, right?

As soon as he entered the door, Zhong Pingyang first smiled cheerfully at Jiang Ju, bowed slightly, and said very politely: "Mr. Jiang is good."

Jiang Ju let out a "hmm".

Wen Jiaxi bowed halfway in the same way, and said to Jiang Ju, "Mr. Jiang is good."

Jiang Ju said "hmm" again.

Next to Ning Yihao, Ning Yihao frowned, his expression was a bit complicated, but as if he didn't know him, he said calmly: "Teacher Jiang Ju, hello."

Jiang Ju put down the guitar, raised his eyes from the shadow, and asked softly, "How are you doing recently?"

"It's okay." Ning Yihao put his hands in his pockets.

Jiang Ju looked at him: "What happened before...I'm sorry."

Ning Yihao: "It's fine."

"You..." Jiang Ju paused, "I wish your concert a success."

Almost Jiang Ju said something, Ning Yihao replied, what Jiang Ju said, Ning Yihao replied, never extravagant: "I would like to borrow your good words."

Jiang Ju was silent for a while, so Zhou Qi explained the lesson according to the script, and said solemnly: "Hello, teacher."

Jiang Ju looked over blankly, and said frankly, "It's not good to see you."

Zhou Qi: "?"

The author has something to say: I'll see if I can write more tomorrow, I've been busy these two days