Almighty Star Daddy

(PS: I forgot to mention it in the last chapter. The plot of the second half of Chapter 31 posted yesterday has been slightly revised. You can review it if you have time. (*^__^*))

Han Mo just thought there would be feedback, but he didn't expect so many. It's just a picture book, full of comments. The comments on one of his books are more than the two books "Kate the Sheep" and "Baby Bear Paradise". They have been together a lot, but his book was released a whole month later than the first two books, and he is a newcomer author who does not have as high a reader base as the previous two authors.

Han Mo casually glanced at the comments below.

"It used to be a picture book, and I had to read stories to the pictures. Since I have this picture book, my children have started to tell me stories, and they will add details every time. It's so cute."

"I saw it first when I bought it. I really didn't expect that the frog would become a prince later, hee hee, it's interesting."

"I am an art teacher in an elementary school and also a mother. To be honest, what impressed me about this book was not only its wonderful story, but also every picture in the picture book, which was hand-painted. , I don't know if anyone noticed this as much as I did."

"Agreed upstairs. I was attracted by the paintings before I started reading the content. I also do education work. I will read books for children first. This picture book is amazing."

"I'm really curious who the Horseman is. I've bought so many storybooks before and never heard the name of this author."

There are dozens of replies following this comment, all of them writing "+1" or agreeing. The style of the comments changed from here, and everyone started to discuss the author's true identity. Han Mo didn't look down and exited the page. He didn't care much about other people's comments.

After turning off the computer, Han Mo realized that his mobile phone was muted at an unknown time. He had 37 missed calls. When he opened it, he saw that all of them were Meng Si. He called almost every three or five minutes. Han Mo was speechless. However, this is also in line with Meng Si's character. Generally, if he doesn't answer the phone once or twice, he may give up. Wait a minute, the other party will call back when he sees it, but Meng Si keeps calling until you answer the phone.

Han Mo guessed that Meng Si might be really in a hurry. He clicked the number and was about to make a call. Suddenly, the phone rang and Meng Si's name was beating on the screen. Han Mo pulled the corner of his mouth and connected the call.

Before he could speak, Meng Si's high-pitched voice exploded, "My little ancestor, what are you doing, why don't you answer the phone?"

"I..." It's really not good not to answer the phone in time, and Meng Si must have something important to inform him before calling him. Han Mo just wanted to explain that the phone was accidentally muted, but he didn't wait to speak.

"Okay, I didn't talk about it just now, just take it now." Meng Si seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and he settled the matter by himself. .

"Tomorrow at 10:30 a.m. in the No. 1 rehearsal room, I finally got an appointment with that old guy Tian Yadong today. He hates being late the most. Don't be late tomorrow." Meng Si's tone was full of dissatisfaction with Tian Yadong. Imagine that he only invited the other party after saying a lot of good things, and there is still fire in his heart, and there is no place to say it.

Han Mo said lightly, "Okay."

Meng Si has been holding back for too long and has nowhere to vent, so he told Han Mo a lot about how Tian Yadong looked down on newcomers, how to put on airs, and how to play big names that even his boss didn't care about. For more than ten minutes, Han Mo maintained a state of "um, ah, oh", earnestly being a good listener, not cooperating or stopping.

Meng Si said that he was tired, and let out a long sigh of relief, "Oh, transparent and comfortable, Xiao Momo, I found another advantage of you, an excellent listener, it's not easy to do this. Okay, You rest early, see you tomorrow." Meng Si's feminine closing remarks floated into Han Mo's ears, causing him to get goosebumps.

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Early the next morning, Han Mo simply packed up and went out. T-shirt, jeans and a pair of sneakers, it couldn't be simpler. Although he signed a contract with Sichen Media, he is currently no different from a roadside office worker. The only difference is Maybe it's just a little taller.

In fact, he won't be late without Meng Si reminding Han Mo. Meng Si is right on one point. Punctuality is one of his strengths, and he always arrives a little early every time.

The entire 19th floor of the Sichen Media Building is used for rehearsal. The so-called rehearsal room No. 1 is the largest and most advanced of all rehearsal rooms. Only first-line artists can make appointments to this room. Cultivation is also spared no effort.

Han Mo raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, the hour and minute hands drew a radian in coordination, just pointing in the direction of 10 o'clock. He went out earlier and knew that he would arrive early, but this time it was a bit too early. Originally, the No. 1 rehearsal room could make appointments with a lot of people according to the time period, but Meng Si, the boss, did not dare to mess with anyone. The room is theirs.

Han Mo walked to the door. The lock of the rehearsal room had been opened by the assistant. He pushed open the door and walked around the empty rehearsal room. He vaguely heard music coming from outside the door. Also rehearsing.

Following the music, also because he had nothing to do, Han Mo walked out of the rehearsal room and found that the music was coming from the second rehearsal room opposite.

The door of the rehearsal room was left open, and Han Mo was standing at the door just so he could see what was going on inside. There were three teenagers. Although they were dressed maturely and wore bright clothes, Han Mo could still see it at a glance. When they came out, they were fifteen or sixteen years old.

At this time, the music sounded again, and one of the boys sang and danced hard. Although Han Mo had never heard of this world's songs, he knew when he heard the rhythm and lyrics that this was a singing and dancing song with a strong sense of rhythm. , and the lyrics are very mature. Although the melody is not a classic, if the singer's dancing skills are solid, it should be very interesting. It's not that the boy is not good at dancing, but he always feels that his performance is a bit difficult to describe.

Maybe he realized this himself, stopped dancing for a while, turned off the music in frustration, and sat directly in the corner. The other boy who was sitting next to him walked to the center of the rehearsal room.

The prelude is very soothing. After listening to the lyrics, it is a love song about a lost love. A boy who seems to be only fifteen or sixteen years old sings a love song, and he deliberately behaves like a madman. He almost screams when he sings the chorus. With the performance of the lyrics, Han Mo couldn't help shaking his head when he saw this.

Until the third boy finished the performance, Han Mo, who was standing at the door, could also see why he felt a strange feeling when he first saw the three boys. In fact, their voices were very good, but it was a pity, Han Mo He is a person who has nothing to do with himself. He is an artist of the company, and he didn't want to meddle in his own business. He was about to turn around and leave.

Ding-dong, a message prompt.

When Han Mo took out his mobile phone, he accidentally touched the door, and the door was pushed open by his inadvertent action.

The three boys in the rehearsal room all looked in the direction of Han Mo.