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 he was very eye-catching in the summer. Fortunately, the person in the same car was also worried that it was a criminal who had absconded, and the road was peaceful.

Today is Sunday, students don't go to school, white-collar workers don't go to work.

When Han Jue came to Xiao Fan's music company again, he secretly observed from afar whether there was a group of people gathered at the entrance of the company like last time.

It was only in hindsight that the fan crowd he crossed for the first time turned out to be not his own fan base.

This time, I'm going to learn from the experience of the last time, and I'm going to sneak in through the back door I left last time. The front door is not easy to pass through. Ugly or older people may be able to pass by unharmed, but they just don't have these two things.

Then, Han Jue walked into the path, looking like an underground work comrade, sneakily approached the security guard, and said in a low voice: "Hey." Then his eyes swept around to see if there were any suspicious people.

The security guard was already vigilant, and when he saw this very suspicious figure in front of him, he immediately became fully alert.

Usually, the trainees or artists who enter and exit the back door are basically the company's trainees, and the backdoor fans of each company basically do not come, which is a tacit unspoken rule. But it is not excluded that there are fanatical fans who want to get in. As a security guard, there was an accident that I estimated that I couldn't eat and walked around.

So the security uncle saw Han Jue, who was like a thief, and his eyes were blazing, and he wanted Han Jue to show up as soon as possible. Looking up and down at Han Jue's "low-key suit", the security guard tried to tell 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 any insistence and let Han Jue in.

A security guard with aspirations, memorization is a basic skill.

In fact, this uncle was quite impressed by Han Jue, and he remembered it at once this time.

Han Jue saw that the familiar security uncle recognized him, nodded with a smile, and then sneaked in.

All the way to Xiao Fan's recording studio.

The door is closed.

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

After 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.

Xiao Fan saw that it was Han Jue and smiled bitterly.

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

"You're here. Xiao Fan said softly.

"I'm coming. ”

"You weren't supposed to come. ”

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

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

"Nothing, you...... Something is wrong. Han Jue finally tasted a little taste.

Han Jue found that Xiao Fan no longer had the arrogance of becoming famous at a young age.

What does this mean?]

It was like a lightning bolt in my head. Han Jue suddenly looked at Xiao Fan with a sudden realization.

"Xiao Fan, you ......" Han Jue lowered his voice and stretched out a hand to point at Xiao Fan. Then his eyes glanced at the door that Xiao Fan had been blocking. Signaling the person behind the door who was present in the room.

When Xiao Fan found out that the matter was revealed, he just muttered: "Don't blame me, don't blame me." But there is no explanation at all, like the waste supporting characters in countless TV series, they don't explain when they should explain, they only know how to say some nonsense.

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

"Looks like he knows, let him in. A deep voice came from inside the room.

Han Jue was dragged by Xiao Fan, and he didn't struggle, looking at the hand that was being dragged and looking at Xiao Fan's eyes. A little confused.

Xiao Fan saw Han Jue's questioning eyes, and he didn't dare to look at Han Jue with a weak heart, so he only 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.

Behind him came the sound of the door shut.

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

Han Jue was surprised when he saw someone coming.

"The teacher won't let me tell you that he's here too. Xiao Fan said to him.

"That's what I said. Wang Man smiled and nodded, signaling Han Jue not to blame Xiao Fan for concealment.

"Ah, I thought ......" Han Jue remained surprised and pointed at Xiao Fan and Wang Man.

"Why?"

"Nothing, nothing. Han Jue thought that he was disturbing Xiao Fan and his girlfriend to do something embarrassing. Later, after hearing a man's voice, Han Jue was puzzled. Although he does not discriminate against Long Yang's goodness, there is a saying in the rap world in his previous life that rappers look down on their comrades.

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

"Teacher Wang is here, what are you doing so mysteriously. Han Jue sneered.

Han Jue said hello to Wang Man. He now knows that this inconspicuous bearded fat uncle is a hip-hop producer-level character.

"It's not something to be told about, but it's not something to advertise. 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, he just felt that Xiao Fan, a young man, was still unstable and made a fuss.

"Listen to Xiao Fan, you want to make a beat, I'll help you listen to it. Do you have an idea?" Wang Man did not answer directly, but reminded Han Jue of the purpose of his coming here.

"A little. Han Jue also remembered that he was here to make the overlord song, and the time was pressing.

"Good. I'll help you refer to it. Wang Man volunteered.

"Thank you so much Mr. Wang. Han Jue thinks that Wang Man is really a good person.

"I'll help you make the music, and you'll have to come to my team. Wang Man said nonchalantly.

"Oh...... Huh?"

Show one’s true colors in the end.

Xiao Fan was pretending to be an ostrich on the side at this time, and he didn't say a word. Of course, he knew that after his teacher learned that Han Jue was coming, he was begging for nothing to stay and not leave, what kind of idea he was making. He prayed that Han Jue would not come, not because he was worried that Han Jue would be threatened after refusing, but because he was worried that Han Jue would be entangled by the teacher and would not give up until he reached his goal.

"Ah, no wonder it feels weird today. Han came to his senses and scratched his head through his hat, a little distressed.

"That's it, with my help, the quality of your music will definitely improve a lot. Wang Man clasped his hands on his chest, and his face was full of pride.

"I think...... Xiao Fan is also very powerful. Han Jue retreated.

"Xiao Fan, go buy a drink for Han Jue. Wang Man directly took away the uneasy factor Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan ran out of the studio.

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

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

The rebellious Han Jue was unmoved, and when he learned that the other party did not cheekily use the opportunity as a threat, Han Jue decided to come by himself.

"Have you decided which producer team you want to go to?" Wang Man stood up and moved out of the way.

"Nope. ”

"Then you come to my team, I will do whatever style of music you want. The king was in a hurry.

"No, no, no. ”

......

When Xiao Fan returned to the recording studio with a drink, he saw that his teacher was opening the conditions all over the side and persuading Han Jue to join his team. Han Jue ignored the sound in his ears and concentrated on operating the software in front of the computer.

Xiao Fan must stand on his teacher's side in this kind of matter, I just hope Han Jue won't 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 persuasion, so he was relieved and simply sat on the sofa and played with his mobile phone.

"Oh, Han Jue, you have a lot of comments on the Internet. A lot of it is quite ugly. Do you really not know who Mu Long is?" Xiao Fan also read the comments for the first time after the show aired. I originally wanted to see my own comments, but I saw Han Jue's first, so I clicked in to read it.

"You see, the Internet is not optimistic about you, so you have to ...... Repeating the track is the point of that...... You have to make a good song, otherwise you will meet their expectations if you are eliminated, and you will be laughed at by them for ten years, right?" Wang Man found a new entry point and began to pester Han Jue.

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

"Rumors stop at the wise, but there are not so many wise people in this world, and public opinion is still very scary. "Wang Man is a chubby serious middle-aged uncle, and his chatter is really too inconsistent with the image.

"Rumors stop at people who don't have the desire to share. Han Jue turned his head and glanced at Xiao Fan.

Little Fan shut up.

Making a piece is actually a very boring thing, and the individual tracks don't make it into the finished product, which sounds very boring. But Wang Man really persuaded Han Jue from beginning to end.

Han Jue really didn't decide which producer team to join, but the more people who were not familiar with him wanted him to do something, the more he didn't want to do anything.

When the song stumbled and finally made it, Wang Man's mouth was dry and he had nothing to say.

"Thanks, little Fan. Goodbye, Mr. Wang. Han Jue, Xiao Fan and Wang Man said hello and left.

"Teacher, I'm also from your team, you can help me make tunes. Xiao Fan cried to the teacher, this difference was too obvious.

"Go and go, bothered," Wang Man was very dissatisfied and didn't coax Han Jue, "You can also help me say a few good words when the time comes." ”

"He's doing a good job of his own tunes, and he has a foundation. Teacher, do you have to change your chips?"

"How about introducing him to a girlfriend?" Wang Man pondered as he touched his beard.

Xiao Fan burst out laughing.