Spare Tire is Gone

After smoothly leaving the airport lobby and getting in the pick-up car, Qi Cong immediately grabbed the necklace around his neck and looked at Shen Jia: "Jia Jia, why did you wear this to me in front of the fans?"

Shen Jia didn't answer, only secretly glanced at Zhao Zhenxun, with a distressed expression, not at all the chicness when he wore the necklace for Qi Cong just now.

Xiao Han and the others in the same car also didn't dare to speak, but couldn't help but glance at Qi Cong's neck with gossip.

Zhao Zhenxun frowned and looked at Shen Jia. After watching for a long time, he didn't lose his temper. He turned his head to Qi Cong and helped Shen Jia answer: "He is vaccinating fans in advance, implying that fans will debut in the future and avoid waiting for you in the future. I really made my debut, and the fans are reluctant, thinking that you are now an assistant to Shen Jia to **** Shen Jia’s blood. This necklace is a souvenir that Shen Jia got when he participated in the debut competition and won the championship. Know it, and also know the meaning it represents."

Qi Cong was stunned, squeezing the necklace that seemed to carry Shen Jia's body temperature around his neck, and looked at Shen Jia again: "Jia Jia, you..."

"Actually, I wanted to give this to you a long time ago." When Shen Jia saw that Zhao Zhenxun hadn't lost his temper, he immediately survived. He leaned over and took Qi Cong's shoulders and smiled triumphantly. "You didn't come when I was playing. You were not there when you won the championship. I always feel very sorry. Now it’s fine. My victory is half yours! Lucky is half yours!"

Qi Cong clenched his hands again, looked at Shen Jia, followed by a smile, and said sincerely, "Thank you." Thank you for being there all the time.

…

Maybe it was Shen Jia’s luck. When preparing for the rehearsal at the performance in the afternoon, Qi Cong unexpectedly discovered that the "Chivalrous Bone" he posted on the old Jiangtian website had received a lot of readers, tourists, and even authors from the same site. The total amount of rewards has almost exceeded 10,000.

More than that, there was a short message from the website lying in his inbox, reminding him that his old article data has reached the standard of exempting from review and signing on Xinjiang Tianwang. If he decides to sign a contract and successfully update the old article , The website will pay him a monetary reward and a promotion reward. The monetary rewards are divided into low, medium, high, and special grades according to the data standards at the end of the old article. The promotion rewards are the same. All rewards will be issued together after the article is completed and the data is verified.

Qi Cong looked at the standard and found that according to the current data of "Chivalrous Bone", as long as he can finish "Chivalrous Bone", he can get the highest award.

Jiangtian.com is very generous, and the bonus for the special award is 100,000.

One hundred thousand, the previous Qi Cong would not care too much about this number, but now, Qi Cong is very excited.

One hundred thousand means that he can immediately and immediately change his parents to a better and more comfortable house, pay off a little debt to Shen Jia, buy a gift for Shen Jia... and buy a suitable one for Gu Xun. Thank you.

He rubbed the phone case, touched the necklace on his neck, bowed his head, and clicked the "Apply for Signing" button at the end of the station short.

Almost immediately, a short stop replied.

Qi Cong was taken aback by this efficiency, and opened a new station short.

Edit cold wind like a knife: first update the three chapters, after the update is complete, give me a short reply, and I will open the signing channel for you in the background. Write well, don't be influenced by online comments, and look forward to your finished product.

Cold wind is like a knife? Knife?

Qi Cong remembered the brother Dao in the chat log sent by Nantian. He first replied to the station short and said that he knew it, then opened the browser, typed in the words "cold wind Rudaojiangtian net", and clicked search.

An encyclopedia jumped out.

Leng Feng is like a knife, real name Leng Feng, the original author of Jiang Tian Wang, who is good at suspense reasoning themes, masterpieces "Dark Night", "Twelve Mysteries", "Inference Collection", etc., closed in 2013, transferred to editor, current Jiangtian.com editor in chief and concurrently President of Jiangtian.com Screenwriter Guild.

Editor-in-chief?

Qi Cong stayed for a while.

It stands to reason that people who sit in positions like editor-in-chief should no longer be responsible for signing new hires, right?

He realized something, looked at the last words that cold wind sent like a knife, pursed his lower lip, and opened the Weibo software that he hadn't opened since the live broadcast ended yesterday.

After the software was opened, a lot of Aite, comments, likes, and following messages were squeezed out together, directly squeezing the page.

Qi Cong frowned, waited for the page to slow down, and hurriedly turned off all the message prompts, then searched back to Nantian's Weibo, followed it first, and then forwarded it back to Nantian's Weibo post in the early hours of the morning, with two words: Thank you.

After doing this, he hesitated, and searched out Gu Xun's Weibo again. He shrank his fingers and clicked Follow.

The reminder of successful mutual clearance popped out.

Qi Cong took a moment to look at it carefully, and found that it was really a mutual reminder, not a success reminder. In other words, Gu Xun had already paid attention to him long before he paid attention to Gu Xun.

His heart beats suddenly, and he can't help thinking about it.

When did Gu Xun pay attention to him? When did the live broadcast yesterday? It's definitely not today. Gu Xun hasn't responded to WeChat today.

"Brother Cong, it's Jiajia rehearsal!" Xiao Han next to him suddenly gave Qi Cong a little bit.

Qi Cong froze for a while because of Xiao Han's name, and then hurriedly condensed his thoughts, locked the phone and stuffed it into his pocket, and looked at the stage.

Although it was just a rehearsal, the organizers turned on the lights and everything.

On the splendid stage, with a strong sense of rhythm music sounded, Shen Jia holding a silver custom microphone was sent to the stage by a lifting platform surrounded by the dancers. He was posing in a ready-to-dance pose, his head slightly sideways, and the exposed profile lines were perfect and beautiful.

The rhythm of the music suddenly changed, and Shen Jia, who was originally tilting his head, moved from static to movement. With a crisp hand dance, he raised the microphone and looked at the camera in front of him, and officially began the performance.

Shen Jia usually speaks in a clear and vigorous voice, partial to a juvenile voice. When he sings, his voice will be lower and very powerful, like the first ray of sunlight penetrating a dark cloud, warm and open... a sense of clean power. In this aspect of dance, Shen Jia should have practiced hard, and every move is very neat and beautiful, not worse than the professional dancers next to him.

Enthusiastic music, powerful singing, dazzling dance... Qi Cong looked up at Shen Jia, who was focused by all the lights on the stage, without blinking.

Something is rolling gently in my heart.

The timid boy who followed him back then grew up proudly and upright like a green bamboo in the time he had forgotten.

Really dazzling.

…

After the performance of the two songs, Shen Jia immediately put down the microphone, ignoring the sweat from dancing on his forehead, and looked at Qi Cong under the stage for the first time, with a little expectation and a little nervousness in her eyes.

Qi Cong gave Shen Jia a thumbs up without hesitation, boasting: "Superb!"

Shen Jia laughed loudly, trot to the edge of the stage, squatted to the edge of the stage regardless of the image, and said embarrassedly: "Actually, I just didn't play well, and I didn't sing well before singing."

"Will it? I think it's perfect. You say that makes me look forward to your stage at night." Qi Cong said with a smile, took out a wet tissue and handed it to Shen Jia. Yu Guang noticed something and suddenly turned his head. Look to the other side of the stage.

A girl with a staff sign swished and put down the phone, smiled awkwardly at Qi Cong, turned around and ran away quickly.

Shen Jia also noticed, smashed his mouth while wiping his face with a wet tissue, and said weirdly: "I think we will have CP powder soon."

Qi Cong, a pseudo-old and true nerd who has been out of touch with the times for three full years, withdrew his gaze and asked, "What is a CP fan?"

"Uh... I just think that our brothers have a good relationship, and I envy our fans."

Zhao Zhenxun, who had been standing on the edge of the stage and talking to a person in charge, suddenly turned his head and shouted, beckoning Shen Jia and Qi Cong to pass.

Qi Cong was puzzled: "Let me go there too?"

"Seems."

Shen Jia pulled Qi Cong from the stage, and the two walked to Zhao Zhenxun together.

Zhao Zhenxun asked the two of them to say hello to the person in charge next to him, then looked at Qi Cong and said, "Go get a microphone, and then stand in the center of the stage to sing a cappella. You can sing anything, you can play freely, I think Listen to your tone."

Qi Cong was stunned.

Shen Jia was visibly nervous, looked at Qi Cong and then at Zhao Zhenxun, and asked, "Are you listening here? Shouldn't you choose a quiet room—"

"Here is a complete set of professional audio equipment, which can amplify people's voices and hear some details." Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong, "I also need to make sure that you have the ability to perform stably on the big stage. I only strive for it. In five minutes, as soon as possible, the opportunity will be gone if you miss it."

Shen Jia knew that there was nothing to change, so he looked at Qi Cong again.

Qi Cong grabbed his mind and glanced at the staff who were not too many up and down the stage, but not too few. They looked at Zhao Zhenxun and nodded and said, "I understand." As he said, he was ready to get the microphone.

Shen Jia hurriedly stuffed his custom microphone into Qi Cong's hands. He obviously didn't test the sound by himself, but he looked more nervous than Qi Cong's client. He repeatedly said, "Use mine. Don't be nervous, Brother Cong. Sing at ease, just listen to the timbre, you can’t sing well—"

"It's best to try to sing a complete song. You can sing not beautifully, but you have to be beautiful in your attitude." Zhao Zhenxun interrupted Shen Jia.

Qi Cong squeezed the microphone with Shen Jia's body temperature in his hand, and suddenly smiled at Shen Jia: "Your victory divided me half."

Shen Jia was so nervous that he didn't turn his mind, and replied stupidly: "Huh?"

Qi Cong smiled and patted Shen Jia on the shoulder, squeezed the microphone, turned and walked to the center of the stage and stood still, facing the stage, looking down at the staff, Xiao Han and others who were attracted by the movement here. The group of empty seats that stretched out towards the distance behind him raised the microphone.

Three years ago, Qi Cong never knew what stage fright was, and the same was true for Qi Cong three years later.

Time has changed many things, but not many things.

Qi Cong expertly slowed down his breathing and adjusted his breath.

Although he has never sung solo in front of others or on a big stage, he has given speeches, participated in competitions, and debated on many big occasions.

It's just singing to a bunch of empty seats, no problem.

And if the audition fails this time... he looks away, remembering the "Apply for Signing" button and the one-hundred-thousand-yuan reward he clicked before, and he opens his lips.

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