This star is from the earth

Han Jue thought for a long time yesterday about his own way out.

He set a small goal for himself before, and this year he will read 50 novels, 100 movies, and 10 comics.

You must know that it is already mid-July, and there is not much time left for Han Jue.

Han Jue is also worried. If he continues to be a screenwriter in this life according to his previous work, there will be no box office guarantee without mentioning his name, and there will be a negative bonus.

There is never a shortage of good scripts in the film and television industry, but only those can be produced in the end. Movies are also a kind of commodity, and they need to make money, so why use a script written by a nobody? Although the script was very good, no one can guarantee that it will be successful, and it will be solved by using someone's name.

[Han Jue] This title can effectively dissuade the audience. Even if someone has no conscience and admits that the story of the script is wonderful, they may secretly wonder if Han Jue bought it from the gunman.

If the movie is good, it's because of the other main creators. If the movie is bad, Han Jue has to take the blame.

Han Jue is distressed.

He couldn't think of a solution for a while, so he could only watch TV, and he was immersed in it after watching TV, eating while watching, enjoying himself. Until sleepy, sleep.

Waking up in the morning, looking at the ceiling, remembering that I didn’t finish watching the TV yesterday, and then immediately hating myself for being so depraved, not thinking clearly about major survival matters, and still thinking about enjoying myself? Then I looked at the ceiling in a daze, and recalled the days when I was just drifting north in my previous life, and I was worried about how to take root in this city and survive as soon as I opened my eyes.

Finally, after thinking about it for a long time in bed, I found that lying on the bed could not solve the problem, so I got out of bed.

The body is still in a [itchy] state, and there is nowhere to vent the energy. This energetic state is still very strange to Han Jue.

Just keep running.

But Han Jue ran for a few minutes and felt that dry running was quite boring, so he came down and planned to find songs first. There is no need for assembly line ballads.

There are about 500 songs on Han Jue’s mobile phone. Han Jue played them randomly for a long time. Most of them are lyrical songs with a single style. Find a song.

Clicking on the list of singers, I found that among a bunch of Chinese people, there were a few singers with foreign faces but Chinese names. Curiously, Han Jue opened a page of a white male singer called [Shang John]. The song list is sorted in descending order according to popularity. TOP50 shows ten songs, and nine of the top ten songs are named Huaxia. There is only one English poem.

"Wow." Han Jue was surprised. Sure enough, the strength of the country will give a huge boost to the export of culture. It's just that Han Jue hasn't gotten used to the feeling of often overturning the worldview of his previous life.

Han Jue was looking forward to it, so he clicked on it, and the music started.

At the end of the one-and-a-half minute audition, Han Jue frowned, recalled it carefully, and couldn't find any comments other than the three words "very common" after thinking for a long time.

Even listening to two songs, they are very ordinary, really ordinary. The singing skills are good, but I have no impression after listening to it.

Han Jue once wondered if he didn't feel something awesome, so he clicked on tens of thousands of comments.

【I am a senior high school student, I...】

【My boyfriend whom I have been talking about for three years got married today...】

Seeing this familiar smell, Han Jue suddenly smiled. Even in another world, he still couldn't escape this hot comment.

Ignore the rave reviews and read on to the ones talking about music.

[Singing is no worse than domestic singers. I think Ah Shang may be the American who is most likely to be nominated for the Golden Melody Award. Does anyone have any objections? ] 128510 likes.

[Listen with headphones, I feel like I am the protagonist of the movie. ] 44998 likes.

[As soon as the prelude comes out, click the paid download button. ] 36531 likes.

Han Jue was terrified, and hurried out to listen to it again, and found that this song would not become another song after listening to it for the second time.

Still the same, just as boring and ordinary.

Calm down, this should be the difference between the two worlds, yes, hold back the desire to smash the wall, hold back, the house is not your own.

Han Jue calmed down, and then thought, thinking about the reason for this. It should be caused by the music aesthetics of the Chinese people becoming a popular trend.

Han Jue told himself not to panic, he might as well listen to English songs in this world first.

Han Jue seriously clicked on the only English song among the first ten songs of [Shang John].

It's a blues song, it's not the Chinese tune sung in English as I imagined, it's just that the style of this blues is very old.

Han Jue was worried that a single song could not prove anything, so he kept looking for other singers' English songs. Based on the meager listening volume in his previous life, he probably understood one thing-in this world, the status of mainstream music in the East and West is reversed. .

Singers from various countries sang in Chinese, and at the same time tried their best to import songs from their countries into China. However, Chinese people have emphasized words since ancient times, and lyrics are not even among the four elements of music. Foreign music followed the Chinese, and went astray.

Chinese culture is a big pot, and any foreign culture can be stewed when it comes in.

Some music cultures have gained a firm foothold, localized, and attracted a large group of Chinese music fans, while some music cultures are still working hard.

Western instruments and oriental instruments are no longer used to distinguish music styles. Han Jue heard the desolation of the erhu in English songs, and the crispness of the piano in Chinese ancient songs.

The fusion is very good, and the overall atmosphere is really good.

It's just that Han Jue couldn't find his favorite music in a bunch of highly homogenized charts.

"How come the music aesthetics of this world have been taken astray?"

After Han Jue realized this, he didn't even want to run anymore. When he thought of music that he didn't like at all in his ears, he felt powerless.

Just when he thought he could only listen to pure classical music, he turned to the hip-hop playlist.

Just click on an English rap song.

Pure western musical instruments, as well as electronic sounds. The rhythm is still strong. very good.

"This is not bad."

Han Jue listened and savored, his relaxed body beat the time to the music.

It turned out that the predecessor did not listen to hip-hop, so the software algorithm did not recommend a single rap song to this phone. Han Jue went down the song list and found that the audience of rap in China was much larger than in his previous life. There were a lot of Chinese rap and English rap, and it was actually not easy to rap in Chinese. Han Jue knew that he was finally relieved at this moment , he thought it would take several years for music to suit his liking.

Hip-hop culture is one of the few cultures that have taken root in China, and even developed more vigorously than the United States where it was originally born.

As for the reason, after Han Jue looked at the satirical lyrics in the lyrics, and then read the comment below "If this song is placed in the United States, this song will definitely be harmonized", he immediately understood.

Han Jue paid to download some, and was ready to continue exercising.

Listening to rap sports is actually very emotional.

Han Jue connected his mobile phone to the audio equipment, closed his head and shook his head, walked one step back two steps, stretched his body, and paused. Immerse yourself in a world of your own.

After shaking for a while, he opened his eyes and saw himself in the whole wall.

Han Jue was stunned, and he in the mirror was also stunned accordingly.

He seemed to know the meaning of this wall.

Han Jue moved to the rhythm of the music again, continuing the twisting and shaking just now.

Then, he saw his body twist.

Twisting is not scary, what is scary is that he actually thinks that he is twisting pretty and charming!

The tall body didn't appear to be very stiff and jerky, but smooth like rippling water.

That makes sense.

Han Jue thought for a while, and then according to his impression, he made a street dance sign of his own impression - [The Wave], which is like a wave, and it is like a burst of electricity conducting in the body.

In fact, most people who haven't learned this kind of action do it once, and basically don't want to do it a second time, because what they do is not the handsome look in their minds at all, which is very frustrating. Han Jue used to be one of these people. He looked in the mirror once, and then found it too stupid, so he stopped expressing emotions like this.

But now, Han Jue discovered that the wave movements that had humiliated him had been made by him.

As if he found a new toy, he kept waving and waving, from left to right, from right to left, so excited that he died.

"It turns out that being able to dance is such a handsome thing." Han Jue hated that this action took away his self-confidence at the beginning, so that Han Jue lost his love for dancing.

Looking at his handsome self in the mirror, Han Jue couldn't help but feel sorry for himself in his previous life.

But after Han Jue regained his sanity, his IQ was still online. He could guess that it was because of his body. After all, he was a dancer in his previous life, so it made sense to have muscle memory.

What about singing?

Thinking of this, Han Jue stopped the music, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then turned on the recording software in his phone, and closed his eyes again.

"Recalling the past, the painful lovesickness can't be forgotten."

"Why are you still here? Make my heart beat."

"How can I love you, you should understand tonight."

"Fate is difficult, love is difficult."

After Han Jueqing sang "New Love", he obviously felt that his voice was definitely much better than his previous life, after all, he sang "How can I love you" just now!

It turns out that it feels so good to be talented.

Han Jue was very encouraged, since then he is also a talented person.

Play it back again, and after listening, Han Jue pursed his lips. Played it again, and finally had no choice but to admit that even though he sang it up, it still didn't sound good. The song wasn't what it should be in memory, which made him feel weird, but it wasn't without its merits. The advantage is that the throat condition is good and the voice is nice.

It's really nice, Han Jue almost fell in love with his own voice.

Such a voice, if you go to the game and turn on the voice to hook up with female players, it will definitely be considered cheating.

However, since my voice is so nice, why not sing some favorite songs from my previous life? In this way, you don’t have to worry about not having any songs to listen to in this life.

However, Han Jue immediately lost his mind. It’s a good idea. First of all, he can neither produce, nor play an instrument, nor arrange music, and he can’t sing songs well. It will definitely ruin those songs.

Secondly, it is said that recording and producing songs also cost a lot of money, where did I get the money to spoil myself? I can't live anymore, okay?

When it comes to money, Han Jue couldn't help but go to the bank to ask if he has managed financial management, the stock market, side jobs and so on.

Thinking of this, Han Jue quickly connected his phone to the stereo, listened to the music and went for a run.

The rap music is very exciting, but Han Jue's pace is not crisp and neat at all. The question of survival has been lingering in his mind, which made him often either fail to keep up with the speed of the treadmill, or exceed the speed of the treadmill and almost fall.

After being distracted and almost falling, he withdrew the thoughts in his mind, started to run seriously, and increased his speed.

"What do you think about what you have and what you don't have? Life is too short to enjoy yourself in time, Han Jue."

sprint!

...

Even though Han Jue told himself [don't think too much, I'm a time traveler] in the morning, he really felt that he was like the hero in a movie, and no difficulties could trouble him.

Now, Han Jue turned his head to look at the bank behind him, and sighed, the reality is that he is destined to slap himself in the face.

Han Jue really has no extra savings, no side business, no investment, no financial management, and he still owes a bank loan of 500,000.

I still owe the bank 500,000...

Han Jue was going crazy.

He was even more irritable than he was yesterday.

How do you make money if you don't know the basics of the world?

Sighing irritablely, seeing ice cream on the side of the road, he decided to buy one to reduce the fire, but stopped after walking two steps, touched the wallet in his pocket, turned around and walked home helplessly.

Walking in the flow of people, Han Jue walked more and more slowly, and finally stopped directly, watching the people coming and going to the busy crowd, in a daze.

The people behind saw a person standing in the middle of the road, and felt that this person was out of his mind. Looking back, he found that he was a handsome guy, so he couldn't help but look again and again.

Han Jue was watched too much, and he suddenly realized that he was still standing in the middle of the crowd.

He walked forward a few steps, then stopped suddenly, turned around, walked to the ice cream shop just now with big strides, bought an ice cream sprinkled with chocolate powder, looked at it for a while, and then walked home while eating.

The brow is full of relaxation. I don't know if the smile on the corner of his mouth is because the ice cream is too sweet, or because he thought of something.

On the way, he took out his mobile phone and poked it a few times, then put it in his pocket and walked slowly.

At the same time, Guan Yi, who was in the artist department office of Sands Entertainment, was typing something on his computer when his mobile phone rang, notifying that he had received a text message:

Han Jue: [When will you come to my house, I have something to discuss with you. 】

After Guan Yi finished reading, he simply replied yes.

Putting down the phone expressionlessly, he continued typing with his hands clacking.

It's just that the typing speed is a little faster.

Writing this book now is actually still fighting for that slim chance. What will become of this book is really up to everyone. I hope you will support us a lot!