This star is from the earth

When Han Jue sat on the bus and looked out, he felt that the sky was not so blue today.

Han Jue wore a black peaked cap and a black long-sleeved shirt, thinking that he was very low-key, but he didn't know that the bright summer was very eye-catching. Fortunately, the fellow car was also worried that it might be an absconded criminal, so the journey was peaceful.

Today is Sunday, students do not go to school, and white-collar workers do not go to work.

When Han Jue came to Xiaofan's music company again, he secretly observed from afar whether there was a group of people like last time gathered at the entrance of the company. Looking back, he felt lingering fear.

It was only afterward that he remembered that the fan group he traveled through for the first time was not his own fan group.

This time I am going to learn from the experience of the last time, and plan to sneak in through the back door that I left last time. The front door wasn't easy to get through. Only ugly or old people can pass by safely, but I just don't have these two.

Then, Han Jue walked into the alley, looking like a comrade working underground, sneaking up to the security guard, said in a low voice, "Hey." Then he looked around to see if there was any suspicious person.

The security guard was always on guard, and when he saw this very suspicious person in front of him, he immediately went all out on guard.

Usually, the trainees or entertainers of the company are the ones who come in and out of the back door, and the back door fans of each company will basically not come, this is a tacit unspoken rule. But it does not rule out that there are fanatical fans who want to get involved. As a security guard, once an accident happened, he probably couldn't afford it and walked away.

So the security uncle saw the thief-like Han Jue, and his eyes were piercing, trying to make Han Jue appear as soon as possible. Looking at Han Jue's "low-key suit" up and down, the security guard tried to distinguish whether Han Jue was a fan or a paparazzi through some clues, but when he saw Han Jue's face, he opened the door without persistence and let Han Jue go. went in.

For a security guard with aspirations, a photographic memory is a basic skill.

In fact, it was this uncle who had a deep impression on Han Jue, so he remembered it right away this time.

Seeing that the familiar security man recognized him, Han Jue nodded with a smile, and sneaked in.

All the way to Xiaofan's recording studio unimpeded.

The door is closed.

Han Jue looked at the time, it was less than 10 o'clock, it was not time for lunch, Xiao Fan should still be inside. So without thinking too much, I knocked on the door.

After waiting for a few seconds, the door opened.

It was Xiao Fan who opened the door, but only showed a face in the crack of the door, and did not open the door completely.

Seeing that it was Han Jue, Xiao Fan smiled wryly.

Han Jue watched Xiao Fan lose the peaked cap that was his body, and then saw Xiao Fan's miserable face, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"You're here." Xiao Fan said softly.

"I am coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I'm already here," Han Jue twisted slowly, "Gu Long?"

"Who is Gu Long?" Xiao Fan asked strangely.

"It's nothing, you...something is wrong." Han Jue finally tasted something.

Han Jue found that Xiao Fan no longer had the arrogance of being famous when he was young.

【What does it mean? 】

It was like a bolt of lightning had struck through his head. Han Jue suddenly looked at Xiao Fan with a sudden realization.

"Xiao Fan! You..." Han Jue lowered his voice and pointed at Xiao Fan with one hand. Then he glanced at the door that Xiao Fan had been blocking all along. He pointed to the person behind the door and in the house.

Xiao Fan found out that the matter was exposed, and he just kept muttering: "Don't blame me, don't blame me." But he didn't explain at all, just like the useless supporting characters in countless TV dramas, he didn't explain when it was time to explain, he just said something nonsense.

Han Jue stepped back slightly as if to leave, Xiao Fan opened the door and stepped forward, but he didn't let Han Jue leave, and grabbed Han Jue's arm.

"It seems that he knows, let him in." A deep voice came from inside the room.

Han Jue was dragged by Xiao Fan, but he didn't struggle. He looked at the hand being pulled, and looked at Xiao Fan's eyes. I'm a little confused.

Seeing Han Jue's questioning eyes, Xiao Fan felt guilty and dared not look at Han Jue, so he dragged Han Jue into the room.

Han Jue was dragged into the recording studio by Xiao Fan, and he immediately looked at the back of the person sitting in front of the recording console.

There was the sound of the door closing behind him.

"Long time no see." The person with the deep voice sat on the chair where Xiao Fan was sitting, and turned around slowly.

Han Jue was surprised when he saw the visitor.

"It's the teacher who didn't let me tell you that he's here too." Xiao Fan begged.

"I said it." Wang Man nodded with a smile, signaling Han Jue not to blame Xiao Fan for concealing it.

"Ah, I thought..." Han Jue remained surprised, pointing to Xiao Fan and Wang Man.

"What do you think?"

"It's nothing, nothing." Han Jue thought he was interrupting Xiao Fan's date with his girlfriend to do something shameful. Later, after hearing a man's voice, Han Jue was puzzled. Although he didn't discriminate against Long Yang, there was a saying in the rap world in his previous life that rappers looked down on comrades.

Xiao Fan looked at Han Jue suspiciously. I always feel that Han Jue is thinking about something very rude.

"Ms. Wang is just here, why are you so mysterious." Han Jue said with a smile.

Han Jue greeted Wang Man. He now knows that this unremarkable fat man with a beard is a hip-hop producer.

"Although it's not something to hide, it's something that shouldn't be publicized anyway." Xiao Fan explained. But his face was still bitter, because he knew exactly what his teacher was here for.

"Okay, is Teacher Wang waiting for me?" Han Jue didn't care, but felt that Xiao Fan, a young man, was still unstable and made a fuss.

"I heard from Xiao Fan that you want to make a beat. Let me listen to it for you. Do you have any ideas?" Wang Man did not answer directly, but reminded Han Jue of his purpose for coming here.

"A little bit." Han Jue also remembered that he was here to do Overlord Song, and time was running out.

"Okay. Let me help you refer." Wang Man volunteered.

"Then I am very grateful to Mr. Wang." Han Jue thinks that Wang Man is really a good person.

"I'll make the song for you, so you have to come to my team." Wang Man said casually.

"Oh...huh?"

See the poor dagger in the picture.

At this time, Xiao Fan pretended to be an ostrich and kept silent. Of course he knew what his teacher was up to after learning that Han Jue was coming, begging for nothing to hold on. He prayed that Han Jue would not come over, not because he was worried that Han Jue would be threatened if he refused, but because he was worried that Han Jue would be entangled by the teacher and would not give up until he achieved his goal.

"Ah, no wonder Xiao Fan feels weird today." Han Jue came to his senses, scratching his head through the hat, a little distressed.

"That's it. With my help, the quality of your songs will definitely improve a lot." Wang Man crossed his arms, with a complacent expression on his face.

"I think...Xiao Fan is also very good." Han Jue chose the next best thing.

"Xiao Fan, go buy a bottle of drink for Han Jue." Wang Man directly dismissed the uneasy factor to Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan ran out of the recording studio.

"...Then I'll do it myself?" Han Jue carefully tested Wang Man's bottom line, whether he would even threaten his qualification to use the software.

"You haven't used this software before, so you can't do it well. For such an important matter, let me do it." Wang Man persuaded earnestly.

The rebellious Han Jue was unmoved, knowing that the other party did not shamelessly threaten to use the opportunity, Han Jue decided to do it himself.

"Have you decided which producer team to join?" Wang Man stood up and made way.

"No."

"Then you come to my team, I will make any style of music you want." Wang Man was anxious.

"No need, no need."

...

When Xiao Fan returned to the recording studio with a drink, what he saw was that his teacher was on the sidelines making all the demands, trying to persuade Han Jue to join his team. And Han Jue ignored the voice in his ear and concentrated on operating the software in front of the computer.

In this kind of matter, Xiao Fan must stand on the side of his teacher. I just hope that Han Jue will not blame himself. He agrees with Han Jue's strength, and he really wants to play music with Han Jue.

Xiao Fan saw that his teacher would occasionally guide some basic operations in addition to persuading him, so he felt relieved and simply sat on the sofa far away and played with his mobile phone.

"Oh, Han Jue, you have a lot of comments on the Internet. A lot of comments are quite ugly. You really don't know who Mulong is?" Xiao Fan also read the comments for the first time after the show was broadcast. I wanted to read my own comment, but I saw Han Jue's first, so I clicked in to read it.

"Look, the Internet doesn't like you, so you have to...repeat the track...you have to make a good song, otherwise you will meet their expectations if you are eliminated, and you will be rejected by them I have been laughing for ten years, are you right?" Wang Man found a new entry point and began to pester Han Jue.

"The rumors stop at..." Han Jue said silently.

"Rumours are limited to wise men, but there are not so many wise men in this world, and the public opinion is still terrible." Wang Man, a fat and serious middle-aged uncle, chattering endlessly really does not fit his image.

"Rumors only stop at those who have no desire to share." Han Jue turned to look at Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan shut up.

Making a song is actually a very boring thing. The individual tracks have not become a finished product, which sounds very boring. But Wang Manzhen has been persuading Han Jue from time to time from beginning to end.

In fact, Han Jue really didn't decide which producer team to join, but the more unfamiliar people want him to do something, the less he wants to do it.

When the melody was finally finished after stumbling and stumbling, Wang Man's mouth was dry and he had nothing to say.

"Thank you, Xiao Fan. Goodbye, Teacher Wang." Han Jue greeted Xiao Fan and Wang Man, and left.

"Teacher, I am also in your team, you can help me make the song." Xiao Fan cried to the teacher, the difference in treatment was too obvious.

"Go, go, I'm bothered." Wang Man was very dissatisfied that he didn't coax Han Jue, "You can also say something nice for me when the time comes."

"His own music is well done, and he has a foundation. Teacher, do you have to change your bargaining chips?"

"Then how about introducing him to a girlfriend?" Wang Man stroked his beard and wondered.

Xiao Fan burst out laughing.

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