What's wrong with me promoting my girlfriend as a diva?

After a long time, the world was full of surprises.

Back in the rental house at night, Qiao Sheng opened his old laptop and searched for film and television resources in this world.

He spent the whole afternoon in the devilish laughter of Lin Moxue and Yang Yue, which made him curious about the film and television dramas in this world.

Qiao Sheng had not been here for a long time, and he had not really understood the entertainment culture of this world.

He roughly browsed through the rankings of TV series, movies, novels, and comics, and found that there was no work he had heard of.

Even the female teachers in the island country's action movies, there were many that he had never seen in his original world!

For a otaku, what this means is self-evident.

The history of the two worlds is similar, but unexpectedly, in terms of entertainment culture, they are completely different.

With curiosity, Qiao Sheng clicked on a TV series that was said to be the most popular TV series of the year.

Within a few minutes, Qiao Sheng was completely addicted to it.

When he came to his senses, it was already past eleven o'clock.

Damn, did I travel through time again?

But this drama is really good, all the actors' acting skills are online, the lines are hardcore, and the costumes and props are exquisite.

It is worthy of being a hit!

So, he clicked on "next episode" again.

It's not twelve o'clock yet, I'll watch one more episode, just one episode!

. . . . . . .

The next day, Qiao Sheng got up with a listless face.

He watched the drama until more than three o'clock yesterday, and he lay down because he was too sleepy.

Modern people have a habit, that is, after lying on the bed, before closing their eyes to sleep, no matter how sleepy they are, they always have to look at their phones for a while.

Qiao Sheng has developed such a good habit.

As a result, he saw a video of hoof trimming, and watched it again until more than four o'clock.

Thinking of his guilt, Qiao Sheng brushed his teeth for another half an hour before hurriedly falling asleep.

When he walked out of the subway station yawning in the morning, and was only a few hundred meters away from the company building, he received a WeChat message from Lin Moxue.

Lin Moxue: Qiao Sheng, where are you?

Qiao Sheng: I'm almost at the company, what's the matter?

Lin Moxue: It's okay, it's past ten o'clock, I thought you ran away.

Qiao Sheng thought, is this boss so straightforward, or is he making fun of me for wanting to run away yesterday?

He thought of a reason and replied: There was a traffic jam on the road, I'll be there soon.

Lin Moxue: Oh, then remember to take the subway next time, there is a subway station near the company, and the subway will not be jammed.

Lin Moxue: I almost forgot something important. I ordered milk tea downstairs, please bring it up for me.

Qiao Sheng: . . . . . . .

I thought you cared about me, but in the end you just needed an errand boy.

I wanted to look up to the moon, but the moon only shines on the ditch.

When Qiao Sheng went upstairs with two cups of milk tea, he saw several uniformed staff members debugging the computer.

More than half of the originally empty workstation had been installed.

Two cups of milk tea, one for Lin Moxue and the other for Yang Yue.

There was no share for him.

Why not mine?

However, when he saw the computer on the workstation, his anger about not ordering an extra cup of milk tea for him immediately disappeared.

A host, two monitors, and printers and other corresponding equipment have been installed.

The most eye-catching thing is the latest ultra-thin gaming laptop on the desk.

Qiao Sheng stroked the smooth lines of the laptop body, and his saliva almost dripped down.

This, the company provides employees?

How embarrassing, haha, hahahaha.

Without saying anything, get to work!

I have long been dissatisfied with the broken laptop in the rental house!

At this time, Qiao Sheng was full of energy. He opened the webpage, searched, downloaded, and installed it all in one go.

In a few minutes, he was already looking for games on China's largest game platform.

At 11:30 am, Lin Moxue came out of the office with sleepy eyes and slippers.

She saw Qiao Sheng typing away at his keyboard at his workstation, looking like he was working hard.

Driven by curiosity, she moved over.

When she got closer, she saw an open document on the computer screen with a long paragraph of text.

"I heard your voice,

I have a special feeling,

It makes me think about you constantly,

I dare not forget you again.

I remember there is someone,

I will always stay in my heart,

even if I can only think about you like this."

"You are..." Lin Moxue was very surprised, "Are you writing a song?"

Qiao Sheng took off his headphones calmly, and the gnashing of teeth on his face disappeared the moment he saw Lin Moxue.

See you.

"I got some inspiration this morning, and I'm writing now."

"Then you continue, I won't disturb you." Lin Moxue turned and left, walked a few steps and then turned back, "Yang Yue and I are having braised chicken at noon, do you want me to order one for you?"

Qiao Sheng, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, immediately returned to his state of contemplation.

"Well, I want a large portion, plus a portion of rice."

Qiao Sheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Lin Moxue was really walking away this time.

I was scared to death, but fortunately I had the hand speed I had developed after being single for more than 20 years, and the screen switched quickly enough.

When he switched back to the game interface, the screen was already gray.

Wait, what am I afraid of? The boss took the lead in slacking off and watching TV series, and was still sleeping in the office early in the morning. What's wrong with me playing games for a while!

As a producer, can that be called playing games?

That's looking for creative inspiration!

Well, by killing and being killed in the game, looking for the insights hidden between life and death.

Find the frustration and loss of failure, the surprise and happiness of victory, and then write them all into the song.

After finding a good reason for himself, Qiao Sheng was not afraid of being discovered by Lin Moxue again, and started another game.

Ten minutes later, Qiao took off his headphones angrily.

"Damn, I feel that my memory and thinking are much more active than before, but I can't keep up with the operation!"

The game he played was exactly the same as PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds in his previous life. Unfortunately, he was a waste in shooting games.

As for the memory and thinking he mentioned, it was an unexpected surprise.

Just last night, when Qiao Sheng was watching a drama, he couldn't help comparing the hit drama he was watching with the TV series in his previous life.

As soon as the idea of ​​comparison appeared in his mind, the scenes of the TV series in his previous life began to play directly in his mind.

He was shocked at the time, and after several experiments, he found that as long as he wanted, he could recall everything he had seen and heard in his previous life.

He could even recall that the knot behind the neck of the girl in the front row of junior high school was white!

Could it be that time travel and rebirth made his brain more flexible and useful?

He was overjoyed!

Regardless of whether this is scientific or not, it is a good thing anyway, and it is right to be happy.

I was too sleepy yesterday, and I planned to think about what to do at work today.

As soon as I arrived at the company, I saw a gaming laptop with super high configuration and stunning appearance.

How could I bear this?

So Qiao Sheng downloaded the game and started working immediately.

In just over an hour, he parachuted more than 20 times, but he thought he had a plug-in and went to crowded places specifically, and the result was basically death on landing.

Ninety-eight yuan, more than 20 transport planes back and forth, it was worth it.

Qiao Sheng quit the game, deleted and uninstalled, and applied for a refund. Qiao Sheng did it all in one go, and his skill made people feel distressed.

I feel sorry for the game manufacturer.

Seeing the 98 yuan lost and recovered on the bank card balance, Qiao Sheng suddenly felt much better.

The lyrics of "Mouse Loves Rice" appeared in front of him again.

This is the song he used to practice.

With the improvement of memory, many things have become simpler.

He can now recall songs, not only lyrics, but also melodies.

He is a top student who graduated from the Communication University of China. After digesting the memories of the original owner, he has already mastered the composition skills.

Composing music after having the melody is equivalent to reciting the memorized text.

As for where the song comes from, just take the song from the previous life.

Copy? What did you copy?

This song appears in this world for the first time.

The registered copyright belongs to me, Qiao Sheng.

Qiao Sheng is also very puzzled.

Others travel through time with a set of skills, and they are reborn to produce and sing various songs and dominate the entertainment industry.

But he was a 996 miserable otaku in his previous life. After get off work, his greatest pleasure is to chase anime, TV series and play games.

If he travels through time to an ordinary person and asks him to copy the songs, movies and TV series from his previous life, you don’t say it, it’s really a bit difficult.

After spending some time, Qiao Sheng finished the lyrics and music of the whole song and uploaded it to the China Copyright Network to register the copyright of the song.

The laws on copyright in this world are very sound, and the knowledge related to copyright is very popular.

The website he is now logged into is the only website in the country that can register copyright.

All works related to copyright can be registered here.

Including but not limited to songs, scripts, novels, photos, etc.

The operator of the website is the country, which also guarantees the authority of the website.

The copyright owner can use his real name or stage name. Anyway, the ID card information when you register cannot be faked.

Qiao Sheng used the name Lao Qiao.

After saving, Qiao Sheng staggered to the front desk.

Lin Moxue and Yang Yue were eating rice happily while staring at the electronic pickled mustard on the computer screen.

Qiao Sheng moved a bench over, picked up some rice and joined the drama-watching team.

Lin Moxue and Yang Yue were watching a comedy movie that had just been released from the theaters. It was highly rated and very funny.

"Hehehehe."

"Hahahaha."

"Hehehe."

"Hehehe."

"Hehehe."

Amid the demonic laughter at the front desk, there was one more Qiao Sheng at noon today.

. . . . . . .

The movie was over, and Yang Yue cleaned up the mess.

"Have you written the song?" Lin Moxue asked Qiao Sheng with her mouth open, picking her teeth.

However, in just two days, Lin Moxue's image had changed dramatically in Qiao Sheng's mind.

At first glance at the goddess, after a little contact, she was a crazy woman.

"No." Qiao Sheng shook his head and nodded, "I just wrote the lyrics and music, but haven't arranged the music yet."

"Oh~"

Hearing this, Lin Moxue didn't continue to ask, but leaned over and took out a few bags of snacks from the bottom and put them on the table.

She studied acting in college, and she knows everything about creation.

She knows nothing.

Lin Moxue originally had no plan to take over the company. Under Lin Lin's wings, she lived a carefree life from childhood to adulthood.

Her only dream was to be an actor.

As a result, she had just graduated and was still traveling abroad when she received the bad news that Lin Lin was suffering from a terminal illness.

She accompanied her father for several years, but he finally passed away.

She was forced to become the boss of the company.

Although she knew nothing, she was very self-aware of one thing, that is, professional matters should be left to professionals.

For example, she didn't know how to manage the company, so she just threw it to Dai Jiabin. . . . . . .

It's better not to mention this, it's just because of her poor vision.

She didn't know how to write lyrics and compose music, but it didn't stop her from thinking Qiao Sheng was amazing.

After all, her family also runs an entertainment company, so she has been exposed to it.

As far as she knew, it would take a producer several days to write a song, no matter how fast he was.

He had just installed Qiao Sheng's computer, and he had already written a song in half a day. What kind of person was this?

An ordinary producer? Extraordinary feeling?

His calm and nonchalant look gave Lin Moxue a sense of power.

Could this be the legendary genius producer?

"Did you two secretly start watching other movies while I was away?"

Yang Yue, who had just come back from throwing away the garbage, interrupted Lin Moxue's thoughts. The three of them gathered in front of the screen and clicked on a new TV series.

On the second day of work, I spent time slacking off with my boss.