Chapter 39 How long has his symptoms lasted? (Revision)

What song to choose?

This old professor is obviously a strict academic, and if he sings ordinary pop songs, he will most likely be disliked.

After careful consideration and weighing, he cleared his throat and started singing.

"A lamp of sorrow, standing alone at the window.

I'm behind the door, pretending that you haven't left yet.

It’s like revisiting an old place…”

He tried his best to control the pitch and avoid the embarrassment of having an awkward tone.

When the short paragraph ended, Jing Tian's eyes lit up.

Sounds good!

At least it's much better than the last time.

If Yang Rui knew her true feelings, she would definitely cry out for injustice.

Yang Rui didn't bother to explain, so he said straight to the point: "Mr. Ding, believe me, this drama will be a super hit!"

Yang Rui did as he was told and hummed a melody.

Along the way, he tried his best to recall Tang Yu's performance in the original version.

I originally thought that I would be passed over immediately after the last interview, but I didn’t expect that I could make it to the second round despite all the mistakes.

That's "Sword and Fairy". If you can successfully win the role of Tang Yu, it will definitely be a good starting point for your debut!

He knows that he has good looks, but after careful styling, his handsomeness is obviously a little more aggressive.

"Singing and dancing rap, I have been practicing for two and a half years. Ji, you are so beautiful, you are so dependable?"

Last time it was a song with a female voice. Can you blame me if you didn’t sing it well?!

The faint fragrance of a girl in the room announced the identity of the original owner of this room.

The singing skills are terrible, but the lyrics are good and the music is pretty nice...

"The production company is Tangren? It doesn't seem to be a big company... How did you come to like this show?"

"No." Ding Lan put on the black OL suit, and her aura was unexpectedly strong.

"Coupled with your lyric writing style, the combination is unique. Can I call it 'Chinese style'?"

But now he was no longer a freelance artist. After calming down, he immediately called Ding Lan and reported the invitation to audition.

Ding Lan on the side was expressionless and calm.

Professor Han’s words can be summed up in just four words – establish a sect!

A guy who doesn't even understand the basics of music theory actually has the idea of ​​starting a sect?

Shouldn’t they have made me like this too?

"Mr. Ding, how about...forget it?" Yang Rui glanced at Ding Lan, who was sitting beside him, "Actually, it's quite good for me to be like this..."

"With such good looks, let alone sweeping the Chinese entertainment industry, there is no pressure to defeat 90% of male stars..."

Ding Lan, who was on the side, was obviously very satisfied. He smiled, raised his hands, and applauded.

"Definitely and definitely!"

"This song is simple yet not simple."

The old professor's expression became more and more solemn, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Ding Lan on the other end of the phone seemed a little hesitant, "Wait a minute, let me check first..."Legend of Sword and Fairy", a TV series adapted from the game? Is it a new person taking the lead?"

After taking several classes, he really couldn't bear to be disturbed, so he asked Ding Lan to find a connection to open a back door, take the information collection and memorize it at home, and then go directly to the examination room to finish.

"I am, who are you?"

…………

Okay, I’ve already started calling Teacher Yang...

"Let's learn how to meow like a cat together, meow meow meow meow meow?"

"I'm just talking about face, those top guys now are not even worthy of carrying Teacher Yang's shoes!"

Looking at these "elegant" androgynous people, Yang Rui felt a little creepy.

The dressing room is not big, but it has a lot of necessary things.

Jing Tian:??

It took two full hours before his head was freed from those hands.

Seeing this scene, Ding Lan was secretly surprised: What is this...?

When Yang Rui finished humming, the old professor raised his hands and clapped seriously.

But when she thought about it carefully, her expression began to change.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wow.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed such nonsense!

Yang Rui himself was also shocked, not by the old professor's evaluation, but by her sensitivity.

Yang Rui felt a chill when he heard it, but he still sat down on the chair honestly.

"In addition, you have to remember one thing. Today's Chinese entertainment industry is no longer in the era of 'wine is not afraid of deep alleys'. Strength is important, but packaging cannot be ignored."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Rui couldn't bear the excitement, so he clenched his fist and waved it hard several times.

Your uncle's.

Old Professor:?

Yang Rui took a cursory glance and saw that they were all luxury brands that were once beyond his reach!

But now, these clothes are like potato chips in the supermarket, for him to choose from.

Just by humming for a while, you can actually capture so much information... This professionalism is so terrifying!

What's even more outrageous is that she actually shouted "Chinese style" directly. This look is really...

It sounds good, but isn't it a little too bland?

There is no rap, no treble, so there is no special memory point. The upper limit of this low-pitched singing...maybe very average?

After hearing this, Professor Han looked very calm and just nodded lightly.

"Is it Mr. Yang Rui?"

"That's it..." Professor Han said with a sigh on his face: "It is said that there is only a thin line between genius and mental illness. For a talented person like him, it is normal to have some problems. It is better to have a bad brain than to lose your life."

Several stylists looked at their work with satisfaction and nodded in praise.

Ding Lan shook his head in confusion, "It seems that I have never had an attack before."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Rui took a taxi and went straight to Xingqing Culture.

Several stylists dressed coquettishly have sharpened their knives and are ready to make a move.

"Tsk, tsk, Yang Sheng's facial features are really good..."

After frowning and thinking for a long time, she suddenly said: "Try singing it again, without the lyrics, just hum the melody."

But now, the company has an extra brother.

The curtain of the garment area was opened, and a female assistant came out pushing a mobile clothes rack.

There are names and mobile phone numbers written on them.

I've been making trouble for a long time, but it's me who is mentally ill?

As soon as he turned around, he tore up the expert number and took a taxi straight to the driving school.

But looking at his new self in the mirror, Yang Rui was also secretly surprised.

The hangers are full of exquisite men's clothing.

That day, while he was carrying the question book, he suddenly received a strange phone call.

He was so frightened that he quickly threw it into the trash can.

When arriving at Xingqing Culture, Yang Rui was immediately taken to the dressing room.

"...Well, you come to the company right now."

Alas, this world is in a declining state.

Stand on the shoulders of giants and learn from your strengths to offset your weaknesses, and your probability of success will definitely increase significantly!

Ding Lan looked solemn and said, "I will arrange a physical examination for him as soon as possible."
To be continued...