Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

"You go." Meng Fu raised his hand towards him.

President Yan had given the procedure to Meng Fu before, and Meng Fu knew that he only needed to follow Mr. Albert to rate the other students and give Albert a reference.

But Meng Fu also had her own thoughts, and she could just follow Albert later.

The phone in his pocket rang.

Meng Fu took it out and saw that it was Tang Ze.

While looking for the bathroom, she put on her earphones and answered, "Hello, Teacher Tang?"

On the other end of the phone was Tang Ze who hadn't contacted Meng Fu for a long time.

"Just now my manager told me that you want me to go back to T City?" Compared to before, Tang Ze's voice now is more gentle than before, not hoarse.

"Well, I want to ask you to help me sing a theme song," Meng Fu said casually as he walked outside.

Director Xu's audition location was not too far from T City.

"Theme song?" Tang Ze nodded, but naturally he didn't refuse, "It's just right, I wanted to invite you to dinner."

"Besides, I'll send you the specific address later, tomorrow." Meng Fu said a few words to Tang Ze before hanging up the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Tang Ze was in a lounge. After hanging up the phone, before he could say anything to his manager, someone opened the door and entered.

A middle-aged man came in. He looked at Tang Ze and handed Tang Ze a copy of the manuscript very apologetically, "Sorry, our Director Chen said that your song is not suitable for our TV series."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Tang Ze's manager looked up at the middle-aged man.

The TV series the middle-aged man was talking about was the latest big IP "Deep Palace Biography". Because the theme song hadn't been decided yet, Tang Ze's agent found this line.

Not to mention other things, in the entire entertainment industry, Tang Ze's manager felt that Tang Ze's creative ability ranked second, and no one in the same era dared to rank first.

Tang Ze wrote this song after reading the general plot of the novel "Deep Palace Biography".

They said that it was not suitable for TV dramas, but in fact Tang Ze's manager knew what was going on.

For the past two months, Tang Ze has followed Meng Fu's instructions written in the box not to go out for activities, but to raise his voice, without notice or enthusiasm.

After two months, the manager was surprised that Tang Ze's voice had improved a lot, so he found an announcement for him.

However, Tang Ze's manager is no stranger to such things in the circle.

"There is a chance to cooperate again." Tang Ze was not unhappy. He got up and shook hands with the middle-aged man, still gentle and polite.

Thinking of being able to invite Meng Fu to dinner tomorrow and help him sing a theme song, Tang Ze was even happy.

In the past two months, his voice has almost returned to its peak, and he signed Shengshi. Manager Sheng took great care of him and helped him arrange a top-quality recording studio.

And Tang Ze didn't do anything in the past two months, so he naturally felt guilty.

Now that Meng Fu asked him for help, Tang Ze wished he could help sing the theme song right now.

As for the theme song of "The Legend of the Deep Palace", although it was a hit drama, it was not as important compared to the help Meng Fu said.

He left with his manager. Behind him, the middle-aged man looked at Tang Ze's back and sighed slightly.

Then I went back to the next door and looked at Director Chen who was monitoring the progress of the TV series, "Director Chen, that song is much better than the one sent by Mr. Xi last night, why don't you use Tang Ze's?"

"Tang Ze's is better." Director Chen looked up, glanced at the middle-aged man, and shook his head, "But we are an IP drama, and we want more than just being good. You said [Xi Nancheng] and [Tang Ze] Hot search, which one will explode?"

After listening to Director Chen's words, the middle-aged man still frowned.

"Add the word [Director Xu]?" Director Chen said without hesitation, and dropped another sentence.

The middle-aged man raised his head and was shocked: "Director Xu?"

"That's right, according to Xi Nancheng's manager, he should sing the theme song of Director Xu's movie," Director Chen smiled, "We can use this opportunity to catch Director Xu's hot searches."

"No wonder." Hearing what Director Chen said, the middle-aged man relaxed his brows.

I finally understood why Director Chen chose Xi Nancheng.

**

At the same time, the Youth Competition Exhibition Hall of the Beijing Painting Association.

When Jiang Xinran arrived, almost everyone had already arrived. There were two staff members at the door. After confirming Jiang Xinran's identity, they handed her a medal, "This is the student medal of the Beijing Painting Association."

Jiang Xinran took it over and looked at it carefully. There was a "D" written in black on a red background.

I still remember Yu Yong's gaze when she got her D-level student card a few days ago, and the attitude of the Tong family and the Luo family towards her.

The students of the Beijing Painting Association proved that countless people pursue their goals in a lifetime.

Jiang Xinran's goal is very simple, one is not to be dismissed by the Beijing Painting Association, and the other is to try to expand her network and find a teacher here.

The A-level teacher of the Beijing Painting Association is incomparable even to the city lord of T city.

Jiang Xinran pinned the medal to her chest, straightened her chest, and walked in with her own painting.

In the exhibition hall, there were already staff waiting, he counted the number of people, and when all the students had arrived, he said, "I think everyone knows that there will be an A-level teacher and an S-level student coming over later. Now, please put your paintings on the booth, if any of your paintings are favored by teachers or S-level students, then you will have the opportunity to be recommended to C-level teachers or B-level teachers.”

"Now everyone is looking for a booth."

After he finished speaking, the nine new students discussed with each other with flushed faces.

Jiang Xinran had long been optimistic about the third booth on the left, it would not stand out too much, and it would not be forgotten by others, so she put her painting on it.

Of the nine new members who came this time, there were only two girls, one was Jiang Xinran, and the other was Ding Xuan who was next door to Jiang Xinran.

During the chat between the two, Jiang Xinran also learned that she was the third place this time, a native of the capital.

"Go to the bathroom?" Ding Xuan invited Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinran naturally would not refuse.

While the two were washing their hands in the sink, Ding Xuan said to Jiang Xinran, "From what I heard, the teacher who came this time is Mr. Albert."

There was excitement in his voice that couldn't be concealed.

Jiang Xinran only knew about the situation of the Painting Association in T city, but not about the capital city.

She didn't know who Albert was.

In the past two days, the only thing she has seen is a B-level teacher, the kind who glanced over from a distance.

Hearing this, she took out two pieces of paper to wipe her hands, and asked calmly, "Mr. Albert?"

"The entire painting association is second only to the teacher of the three heads. He has a special booth in the federation. To a certain extent, we enter the capital painting association, and it is just a starting line." Ding Xuan lowered her voice, "It is possible to succeed the three The position of the head of the painting association, those who want to be his disciples can line up at the gate, but he has a bad temper..."

Both of them were wearing D-grade badges on their chests. As soon as they turned a corner, they saw the thin figure wearing earphones in front of them.

Seeing the other party, Jiang Xinran paused, she closed her eyes, and looked over again, somewhat in disbelief: "Why are you here?"

This is inside the painting association.

The other party was Meng Fu.

Meng Fu was still on the phone, glanced at Jiang Xinran, didn't reply, and continued to make calls.

Beside Jiang Xinran, Ding Xuan walked outside with her. She looked away and asked Jiang Xinran curiously, "Who is this? New member? Do you know her?"

"I don't know her very well," Jiang Xinran shook her head, directly putting aside the relationship between her and Meng Fu, now she doesn't need to rely on Jiang's family, "She has never learned painting since she was a child, and my teacher refused to take her. 16 He dropped out of school at the age of 19 to become a star, and today he might be here to record a show."

Mr. Jiang watched TV at Jiang's house before, and Jiang Xinran knew that Meng Fu had recorded in T City Painting Association.

"Let's go in quickly, Teacher Albert is definitely here." Jiang Xinran doesn't want to have any relationship with Meng Fu and the Jiang family now, she doesn't even look at Meng Fu, and leaves directly, now she and Meng Fu are people from two worlds up.

The exhibition hall was different from before. Several other members gathered together, their faces were flushed, and they looked at a middle-aged foreign man very excitedly.

Ding Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and then grabbed Jiang Xinran's arm: "Mr. Albert, do you see that? That's Teacher Albert!"

Even without Ding Xuan's reminder, Jiang Xinran knew that the teacher who came today was an A-level teacher, let alone Ding Xuan's reminder, she knew that this A-level teacher was the most powerful of all the teachers.

She took a deep breath and followed Ding Xuan to say hello to Teacher Albert.

"Teacher Albert!" After the others finished greeting, Ding Xuan and Jiang Xinran, who were in line, stepped forward, three steps away from Albert, "This is our painting."

Jiang Xinran squeezed the sweat in her palms.

"Yeah." Albert glanced at her, and his eyes stayed on her and her painting for no more than a second.

The voice is faint, and the expression is majestic.

Jiang Xinran let go, her expression was a little hard to describe, she has always been the favored child of heaven, and has never been so ignored by anyone.

Before thinking much about it, Albert suddenly raised his head and looked towards the gate.

The indifferent expression softened visibly, and then walked directly towards the gate, seeming to smile: "You are finally here, come here quickly."

The students here respect and fear Albert.

Hearing Albert's gentle words, they raised their heads subconsciously and looked towards the door.

At the door, Meng Fu nodded to Albert while wearing the medal for himself, and said in a calm and polite voice, "Teacher Albert."

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