Superstars of Tomorrow

Although the customer service team and operation and maintenance engineers are a little emotional, traffic means wages, and overtime means wages. Thinking of overtime pay, everyone is happy again. Really painful and happy.

I'm very happy to see these celebrities making troubles, but why do they like to make troubles in the middle of the night!

What a habit!

In the space, Fang Zhao played a song, thanked him and left quickly. This is not his special performance, he has to save the stage for the band invited tonight.

However, everyone in the band is under a lot of pressure now, and they feel that they are shooting themselves in the foot.

They didn't have a clear idea of ​​Fang Zhao's strength before the training, and no one knew what his level was after the training. Now, they know.

"I knew he was strong, but I didn't expect to be so strong!"

"The kind of strength that can only be deeply felt at close range."

"Only plan B can be implemented."

They had already thought about it before, if Fang Zhao's performance was not satisfactory, they would execute plan A, restrain themselves a bit during the performance, and save Fang Zhao's face, but if Fang Zhao was too strong, they would execute plan B, to save their own face. Obviously, there is only plan B now.

"It's better to communicate with him in private in the future."

"When is Fang Zhao's graduation concert? Where will it be held? Let's get a few tickets and go to the scene to listen to it. Not all of their graduation concert works will be made public."

The members of the band are still capable, and together with the pressure exerted by Fang Zhao in front, the group of people put all their strength into it, which can be said to be extraordinary performance, and the atmosphere in the arena was also heated up, but the influence of Fang Zhao did not fade because of this. go.

Nati Woods couldn't care about anything else at this time, he said to ensure Fang Zhao's safety, he would block entertainment reporters and all kinds of troubles, and he did. Rest upstairs. After all, Fang Zhao retreated for more than ten hours today, and had no time to rest for the zero-time performance, so he should be tired by now.

"Have a good night's sleep. Don't worry about things here. I won't let anyone disturb you." Nati Woods rushed to deal with things after sending Fang Zhao upstairs. Tonight is destined to be restless, so I just went upstairs for a while , he has already received several calls.

Fang Zhao's commercial value has made many people envious. Some of Nati Woods' partners or relatives and friends also asked him about the situation at this time. A music variety show that cooperated with Nati Woods also found Nati Woods here, asking if Fang Zhao can be brought into this variety show, and the appearance fee is negotiable.

Regarding this, Nati Woods asked Fang Zhao, but Fang Zhao rejected them all. He was still studying and did not want to be distracted by participating in too many commercial activities or variety shows.

Of course, Nati Woods also understood that Fang Zhao was just paying him a favor today, otherwise he wouldn't show up in the store at this time. How much traffic and topics did Fang Zhao lack?

Zuo Yu didn't plan to go to bed tonight. He took a look at the street downstairs just now from the window. There were many entertainment journalists squatting outside. He didn't know how many people sneaked in from the space store downstairs. He had to ensure Fang Zhao's safety. The person sent by Nati Woods is an outsider after all, and he, a genuine bodyguard, cannot be left behind.

While guarding the door of the room, Zuo Yu checked the online news again, and sure enough, there was a hot topic about Fang Zhao with just a quick swipe.

#Fangzhao Nightclub Fingerstyle#

#Fang Zhao Yiqu Fengshen#

#real artist#

There was also a video of Fang Zhao's performance intercepted from the live broadcast, and some noisy videos taken by people in the venue from various angles, which caused a new wave of quarrels.

"I just watched the video edited by a certain anchor, and I can only say that it's okay, I don't feel much."

"If you adjust the effector for me, I can still play it! Me + effector = Fang Zhao. From this point of view, the difference is not too big."

"If you don't play, you won't be black. In terms of playing skills, let alone Yanzhou, our school can count ten players who can't lose to Fang Zhao!"

"As a person who listened at the scene, I just watched you pretend to compare. People who are not at the scene can hardly imagine the feeling that the brain is out of control, and the whole person seems to be taken away. Maybe this is the gap Right. I finally understand why many people prefer to listen to the scene, the real close-up can deeply feel the powerful expressiveness, and Fang Zhao's current height is really not a false flattery."

"Someone has already uploaded their playing version, but after listening to so many versions, there are many masters. It is undeniable that they all play very well. Some people have made a little adaptation to increase the difficulty of the technique, but it is still different. I have heard On the spot, you will find that Fang Zhao has a very peculiar appeal when playing, which cannot be replicated. It is really not an exaggeration."

"Indeed, the tempo looks stable, but it's difficult to express the artistic conception, so don't brag about it! You can't play it even with effects!"

"Is the technique as simple as you said? I tried it, but the overtones are so difficult, the timing is not easy to master, and the playing is always not smooth, let alone the artistic conception."

"In terms of technique, Fang Zhao still has a solid foundation. The most important thing is his expressiveness that cannot be copied. The way of rhythm is really amazing, but it's a pity that I couldn't experience it on the spot."

"That's right, Zhaoshen is not like some people who only know how to show off their skills when they come on stage, and they can't show their connotation!"

"Hey, if you say Fang Zhao, just say Fang Zhao. Don't step on others. We can't compare this way. The styles are different, and the artistic expression is also different. Some people emphasize meaning, some people emphasize shape, some works emphasize melody, and some The work has a heavy rhythm.”

"Let's not talk about technique and artistic conception, I just want to ask Fang Zhao what is the name of this song! I just listened to the song and didn't recognize it!!"

There was a lot of noise on the Internet, and outside the space, the reporters who rushed over one after another blocked the guests who came out.

Ron wasn't the only one who felt deeply about Fang Zhao's song. After the emotions were brought in, it was difficult to get out, so some people left the space after Fang Zhao stepped down, and didn't stay in the space.

Reporters from "Qi'an Morning News" happened to be interviewing nearby, and rushed over after receiving the news, but they didn't enter the space, but guarded outside to pick targets.

It's a good opportunity. Fang Zhao's topical character can't be let go. If Fang Zhao can't be blocked from interviewing other people, it's okay. The tidying up happens to be in the morning report.

Seeing a few people come out of the store with arms crossed, the reporter hurried over.

These people looked like they had drunk too much. It's good to be drunk. When drunk, you can talk without any scruples. Say what you think, with a high degree of authenticity.

The reporter went over to test it out, and knew that these people were here for a small party. They had graduated for thirty years. Recently, by chance, some students who were good at high school came to a small party here.

"Do you also listen to Fang Zhao's works?" the reporter asked.

The drunk man who was asked sniffed: "Listen, but I usually listen to him "sleep and you're paralyzed and high" too much, but when I suddenly heard him express his feelings..."

"Huh?" The reporter's eyes lit up.

"It's killing me!" The drunk started howling again.

He was drunk, his brain was a little out of control, and he couldn't explain why, he just wanted to cry, as if some emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were finally dragged out, and he couldn't hold it back.

Four or five big men were suddenly stimulated and thought of something, hugging each other and crying loudly, with snot and tears all over their faces, the scene was very hot.

The reporter silently moved out of the way.

They are serious newspapers, and they have to report seriously. Yesterday, the boss said that they should have a correct attitude, don't make up nonsense, and don't make exaggerated reports like those entertainment reporters to attract attention. Although they caught the opportunity to do a street interview today, they still Take it seriously.

Obviously, in the interview just now, the other party's description was too exaggerated, unserious, and untrue, and it was in line with their "Qian Morning News" temperament at all. It is better to change to a more sober person.

There are so many people coming out of the space, why should they stare at these hot eyes?

Glancing at the people who came out of the space, the reporter selected one person, um, this person looked sober, not drunk, and looked happy, with a smile on his face, he must cooperate with the interview.

The reporter gained confidence and hurried over to stop him.

"Did you also listen to Fang Zhao's performance just now?" the reporter asked.

"Listen."

"Like it?"

"like!"

"Then... In your mind, what level is Fang Zhao's song?"

"What level?" The man was full of doubts.

"Yes, that is, in your heart, what level is Fang Zhao's song?"

The man thought about it seriously.

"Air purifier level!"

reporter:"……"

The man raised his hand and patted his chest: "Ah~~~~ It feels like all the smog has been removed!"

reporter:"……"

This must be Fang Zhao's brainless fan!

Brainless fans are not good, and it does not conform to the neutral nature of their Qi'an Morning Post.

The man didn't care what the reporter was thinking, he kept his expression full of emotion, smiled again, pushed aside the entertainment reporter in front of him, hummed a little tune and went to the taxi.

There was a gust of cold wind, and the reporter's assistant asked weakly beside him, "Shall we continue the interview?"

"Pick!"

The reporter's critical gaze swept back and forth, and soon, he chose a man who looked stable and calm. This looks pretty neutral.

The reporter went over to ask the man about Fang Zhao's evaluation of tonight's performance.

The man did not refuse the interview, and answered quite seriously.

"Evaluation? It's a very good work. There are sadness and beauty in it. My emotions are enriched when I listen to it."

"I saw someone crying, did you feel sad after hearing that?"

"Not upset."

"Melancholy?"

"Not sad."

"happy?"

"Not happy either."

The reporter looked at the other party's expressionless face: "..."

Where are you emotionally rich! !

"Then you?" The reporter didn't give up.

The other party kept an unfathomable cold face: "You don't understand."

reporter:"???"

"The sublimation of that state of mind."

"???"

"After listening to it, I feel like atonement when I go back and write a paper."

reporter:"……"

Poisonous! ! !

Fang Zhao didn't know what people outside thought of him. He received a call from Mo Lang after he entered the room.

It was already morning in Huangzhou, and when Mo Lang woke up in the morning, he was told by his assistant that Fang Zhao was in Yanzhou. I thought that Fang recalled Yanzhou to cooperate with the investigation, but I didn't expect it to be a disturbance, so worried that the old man hurriedly called to ask. Alas, Fang Zhao was most at ease when he was imprisoned on Whale Island.

Fang Zhao also explained the incident to Mo Lang when he received the call.

Mo Lang showed a satisfied smile after hearing this, and continued: "Hurry up and come back when the things in Yanzhou are over. You are still studying, so don't always ask for leave. It's fine to invite friends this time. There are still few commercial and entertainment activities outside. It’s good to participate, you still have the endorsement of Flamingo in your hand, and you don’t have to worry about money, so you don’t need to rush to endorse other things.”

"Well, I know." Fang Zhao said.

"It's good to know. The song you played is a new work? It's really good, but it's not suitable for the graduation concert."

Mo Lang analyzed the pros and cons for Fang Zhao. The academic school has academic grading standards, and the works of the graduation concert have graduation review conditions. He worried that Fang Zhao would be easily cheated when he was young, and he emphasized again some things that need to be paid attention to.

Seeing Fang Zhao's sincere attitude and not being perfunctory, Mo Lang was very pleased, so he didn't say much, but before hanging up the phone, he thought of something and asked, "By the way, what's the name of the song you played?"

"Time Travel."

The old century, the dying century, and the new century have spanned an incredible time. Fang Zhao thought he had forgotten something from a long time ago. This school badge reminded him a lot.

Ants on the ground, stardust in the sky. There are countless sands in the Ganges River, and there are all living beings.

In a one-way passage, you can only go forward. However, the memory is there, and occasionally the door to the past will be opened, allowing him to look at those memories from a long time ago, to see the secrets of time change.

Like, he thought he only remembered the dead branches and ruins under the ruins of the century, but he didn't expect to remember clearly the row of luxuriant sycamore trees outside the classroom, which shaded the road and gave a pleasant breeze.

Fang Zhao glanced at the school badge in the collection box, and after tidying up, he didn't go to sleep.

Um.

In good condition, suitable for revision.

Hanging a sign of retreat at the door, Fang Zhao spread out the notebook where he had written the work for the graduation concert, and began to revise the score.

Nati Woods, who finally came over after a while, fell silent in front of the "Retreat" sign on the door.

Is inspiration so easy?

Is it a talent gap or am I really getting old?