Low Key Star

  Chapter 94 [094] is a bit silly

   Zhang Yang: "[beating]"

  Lin Yiran: "[beating]"

   Zhang Yang: "[Question]"

  Lin Yiran: "[Question]"

   Zhang Yang: "Are you stupid?"

  Lin Yiran: "Are you stupid?"

   Zhang Yang: "The other party refused to accept your message and threw a penguin at you."

  Lin Yiran: "The other party caught the penguin you threw, and smashed his **** in your face."

   Zhang Yang: "[Frightened] whose **** is that??"

  Lin still: "[beat][beat][beat][beat][beat][beat]"

   Zhang Yang: "Okay, let's stop making trouble and talk about business."

  Lin Yiran: "What's the business?"

   Zhang Yang: "Learn about readers' feedback."

  Lin Yiran: "The writing is quite good, especially Yang Guo's character and reaction, which are very profound."

   Zhang Yang: "Is this a compliment?"

  Lin Yiran: "Of course."

   Zhang Yang: "Then I'll take it as a compliment."

  Lin Yiran: "[Arrogance]"

   Zhang Yang: "Pride should also be my pride, what are you proud of?"

  Lin Yiran: "[Proud][Proud]"

  The two chatted for a long time without nourishment. Zhang Yang arrived in the training room, and then the chat ended. Lin still put down his phone, and the image of Jing Rong and Yang Long's relationship were all thrown aside.

  She poured water and rubbed ink, spread out a large piece of paper, and wrote in Zhao Tixing Kai.

  The snow is pressing the bamboo head down, and the head is about to get muddy

  Starting from a round of red sun, it is still at the same level as the sky

   insist that the green hills will not relax, the roots are originally in the broken rocks

  Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west

  The mighty sorrow of leaving and the day is slanting, chanting the whip and pointing to the east is the end of the world

Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle

the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero

  …

  I didn’t eat enough at noon, and I was in a good mood. Lin Yiran ate another bowl of rice at night, feeling a little full. After the meal, he accompanied his mother and Aunt Kong for a half-circle stroll around Qingshan Lake before returning home.

  She took a shower, went downstairs to the living room to watch the news broadcast with her mother, chatting casually about the incidents mentioned in the news while watching, and soon approaching eight o'clock, Lin still stopped the topic and changed the channel to Qilin Channel.

   "It's not here again, what are you in a hurry for?" Su Hui was a little amused.

Lin still curled up his legs and huddled on the sofa, grabbed a pillow and hugged it in his arms, staring at the TV commercial angrily, "Puff... puff... puff..." He spit bubbles like a fish, to show that he is upright and not shy at all .

  Aunt Kong cut a fruit plate, put it on the coffee table, and sat down on the sofa, ready to take a look at Zhang Yang.

  "Sound Super League" started soon. First, a wonderful clip was broadcast. The close-up of the instructor's expression and the admiration were shown against the figure of Zhang Yang holding the guitar, which made people feel a sense of anticipation involuntarily.

   "Is Zhang Yang the one holding the guitar just now?"

  Aunt Kong has never met Zhang Yang, but she has watched Lin still grow up since she was a child. Looking at her expression, coupled with the locked range of age and appearance, she can guess today's protagonist at once.

  Lin was still expressionless and didn't look sideways, but he still felt his cheeks were a little hot, and he heard his mother answering: "Yes."

  Aunt Kong said: "You are very energetic, why do you still say that you are not good-looking?"

  Lin still turned his head and looked at his mother: "Did my father say that?"

  Su Hui chewed the fruit and said, "Anyway, I never said that."

Lin Yiran said "oh", and Aunt Kong hurriedly said: "Your father said that he is not as good-looking as you, not because he thinks he is ugly, besides, he is not ugly in the first place, it just depends on who he compares with. It’s good-looking, but how can you live up to your family’s standards, isn’t that the reason?”

  Lin was still angry and silent. Aunt Kong looked at Su Hui with some worry, and Su Hui smiled at her, indicating that there is no need to worry.

  At the same time, at Zhang Yang's home, Fang Qianxue had just hung up her mother's phone and was watching TV earnestly, waiting for her son's appearance.

  Zhang Wei is sending a message to Tang Yanqi. She still uses Zhang Yang's old mobile phone and cannot use WeChat, but she can still log in to the Lingxi account to chat.

   Zhang Shouyi, who was sitting on the sofa waiting early, asked, "Are you chatting with Tang Yanqi?"

  Zhang Wei replied without raising his head, "Yes."

"what's the topic?"

   "Let her watch TV, check the ratings for my brother, I mobilized many classmates to watch."

  Fang Qianxue said: "No matter how high the ratings are, the cheapest TV stations are the ones, and your brother won't make more money."

   "Why not? My brother's song will be available for download later. If there are more people downloading it, won't it be able to make money?"

   "Really? How to download?"

   "Download on the computer later, but it's useless for us to download, and the platform will deduct money."

   "It's good to check the sales."

   "Did you call your brother?"

   "Didn't you fight in the evening?"

   "He was still practicing singing, has he gone back now?"

   "If you want to fight, just call."

   "Forget it, he may be practicing singing, and I will play it later."

  …

  During the live recording, Zhang Yang appeared in the middle of the stage. After editing, his appearance time was much earlier, and he appeared on the fifth stage. Before singing, it was a short film that was blindly selected and recorded for use in the program.

The program team originally wanted to film in Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School. With the current national-level influence of "Sound Super League", even if it is a provincial key high school, I am afraid that they would be willing to show their faces in it, but there is no bird in Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School. The program team made a request for filming, but they simply refused without hesitation.

   So I settled for the next best thing and recorded a short section in Zhang Yang's study.

  Due to the short duration, a two-second aerial shot of Qingcheng was added when editing the short film.

  The camera starts from the bookshelf, a slender palm caresses the book, and then zooms out to reveal a tall and straight figure outlined in a white shirt and trousers, and at the same time, a public voice sounds:

   "Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Yang, the very low-key Zhang Yang."

   "I liked reading books since I was a child, and fell in love with music in high school. I tried to write lyrics, compose music, and sing by myself... I feel very excited to be able to sing my own songs on the stage of "Sound Super League", but also a little nervous and nervous."

   "I hope everyone will like the song I sing."

Lin still looked at the slightly unfamiliar familiar face in the camera, pursed the corners of his mouth, and felt inexplicably nervous, his arms hugging the pillow were tightened, and his clear eyes were staring unblinkingly at the giant TV hanging on the wall .

  The camera cuts to the waiting room of the students, looking down, with one head raised, looking at the camera, as if completely unprepared, with a dazed expression, blinking.

  Lin still burst into laughter, and Aunt Kong laughed too: "This young man...is a bit funny."

  Su Hui also couldn't help laughing. Seeing on the TV, Zhang Yang seemed to be struggling for a while, and then said: "Hi everyone, my name is Zhang Yang, the very low-key Zhang Yang..."

   Paused for a moment, and continued: "To be honest, I'm still a little nervous standing here, because I chose an original song, I don't know how well it is written, will the instructors like it..."

   Then he turned his head and asked the staff standing behind: "Is this okay?"

  Lin Yiran laughed out loud again, ignoring his mother beside him, picked up his mobile phone, and quickly sent a message to Zhang Yang: "It's a bit silly!"

  ——

   "Old man, come and see, come and see!"

   "Don't watch it! What a broken show!"

   "You're so old, why are you angry with your granddaughter? Come here quickly!"

   "Oh, grandpa, come here, I'm not mad at you!"

   "No! Don't call me!"

  The old man’s voice came from the yard, clanging and forceful: “When did I, Li Wenxi, never count what I said? Don’t read it if you don’t want to! You guys like to watch these messy things, don’t call me…”

   "Come here and see who this is..."

   "I don't watch anyone! It's Yang Peiyuan..."

   "Your patient, the 37th bed!"

   "Huh? He is that Zhang Yang? Zhang Muzhi?"

   "Who? Who?"

  Walking back into the house, Li Wenxi saw the ostentatious face flashing away on the TV screen, and the scene cut to the backstage waiting room. The old man let out a "huh", "This kid..."

   Before he finished speaking, Chu Yu laughed out loud, "Hahaha, grandma, are you sure this is Zhang Yang? Why do I feel a little silly..."

  At the same time, among the tens of thousands of families watching "Sound Super League", I don't know how many people were amused by the backstage camera and the backstage question.

  ——

"Ugh!"

  At Zhang Yang's home, Zhang Shouyi sighed heavily, while Zhang Wei looked disgusted: "Why are you so stupid?"

  Fang Qianxue said unhappily: "How do you talk?"

   "That's what it is!"

  Zhang Wei let out a sigh of relief, and said sullenly, "It's over...I knew I wouldn't let Xiao Qi and the others see it, and now I'm ashamed."

   While speaking, Zhang Yang finally stood still on the stage, gestured to the accompanist teacher, and then lightly plucked the guitar.

  Melodic sound.

  Thousands of families return to silence.

  (end of this chapter)