The phone rings again.

Strange, why use again?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Peng Hui calmly picked up the phone.

"Peng Peng, do you know Guo Yue?" it was Teacher Li who called.

"Well, teacher, how do I feel that you are about to become my instructor?" Peng Hui teased with a smile.

"Come less! If it weren't for your instructor's recent incident, you think I'd be willing to take care of you?" Mr. Li scolded with a smile.

"Teacher Zhao, is there something?" Peng Hui asked with some surprise, "What's the matter?"

"It's a private matter, saying that something happened at home and you need to go home, so you don't lose the course recently. ”

"Ah, that's right, by the way, teacher, what are you looking for me?"

"Hey you kid......" Teacher Li couldn't laugh or cry, but after making up his mind, he said directly.

"Your news has been exposed. ”

Peng Hui was not surprised by this, and asked directly, "Then what?"

And then ...... Hey, don't you kid care?"

"It's all exposed, what can I do? But I want to know what the evaluation is. ”

"See for yourself, but didn't you register with Penguin Music? ”

"Oh, okay. Peng Hui was stunned for a moment and nodded.

After chatting for a while, Mr. Li hung up the phone.

Peng Hui searched the Internet and found out the reason.

Things have to start with Peng Hui's song "You at the Same Table".

The song went viral with the video.

Many people are naturally curious about who its original creator is.

Because Peng Hui has not deliberately hidden anything all along, his news quickly became known.

Students majoring in puppet performance.

This result was completely unexpected by everyone.

Some praised Peng Hui for his talent, but more people questioned Peng Hui's ability to create this song.

Although this is a campus ballad, it is obviously not something that a college student can write.

Then as Peng Hui's situation was excavated little by little, he was completely displayed in front of people.

Although many people admit that he is a top student, it is obvious that he has never been in love, which also makes many people doubt whether this song was written by him.

Naturally, it attracted many so-called trolls.

Just when all this was in an uproar, a person stood up with his real name.

He is Guo Yue.

Guo Yue uploaded a half-hour-long video.

At the beginning of the video, Peng Hui is sitting in the classroom, plucking the steel strings of the guitar, and then playing one or two times, then stopping to write and draw, and then playing one or two times, and then writing and drawing, there are several differences from the full version in the whole process, but after professional analysis, this is a small flaw that only appears when creating music, and everything has been explained.

This song was indeed written by Peng Hui himself.

In this way, the name of the talented man spread all at once.

It can be said that Guo Yue's video did give Peng Hui the most favorable explanation!

Peng Hui was a little moved.

"Well, don't worry about him secretly filming me. Peng Hui said with a smile.

I turned on the computer in a good mood, logged in to Penguin Music, and started real-name registration.

After a series of tedious authentication, I finally opened my own account.

However, after looking at the function of uploading songs in it, Peng Hui had a headache.

There are two ways.

One is to download a special extension software, through this upload, and the other is to upload a special music package, and then after passing the certification, you can make a profit.

Yes, profitable.

After registering a singer account on Penguin Music, you can upload your own songs, and you can earn money by clicking and downloading them by people who listen to them.

A song is a uniform dollar.

Of this money, the website operation accounts for 50%, and the rest belongs to the author.

Of course, this is limited to original music.

It is worth mentioning that Penguin Music has a brand new feature.

For example, if a singer wants to invite songs, then he can publish what type of song he wants, and then the songwriter who is good at this type of song can contact the singer through this function, and after discussing all the details, sign a contract with legal benefits, and then the two parties can reach an employment relationship.

The songwriter submits the manuscript within a limited time, and then proofreads it according to the content of the contract through a special third-party channel, as long as the conditions are met, it is completed.

Of course, this feature is still in beta and there are bound to be a lot of problems.

For example, the songwriter's song is obviously bad, but it meets the conditions, how to determine whether it is completed.

For example, the songwriter's song is obviously good, but the singer himself is not satisfied, and gives a bad review, how to judge?

So if this project is to be completed, there is still a long way to go.

But fortunately, this has nothing to do with Peng Hui.

After learning a little about the situation, Peng Hui turned off Penguin Music.

After thinking about it, I sent a text message to Mr. Li, informing him that he had registered an account.

Who knew that Mr. Li would call again.

"Have you figured out how to upload songs?"

"This ......" Peng Hui said with a wry smile: "Teacher, can you not do it?"

"What?" Mr. Li was puzzled, "If you don't waste your song like this?"

"Yes...... I don't have any money. Peng Hui couldn't complain: "The software that specializes in recording songs can't be used at all in terms of my computer configuration, and I don't have the money to get a professional music package." ”

Teacher Li was really speechless.

"I'll figure it out for you. Teacher Li said helplessly.

"This ...... Wouldn't it be too troublesome?" Hearing that there was a solution, Peng Hui naturally had to be humble.

"If you don't want to ......"

"Eh, yes, why don't you want to?" Of course you do!" Peng Hui hurriedly said.

"Okay, this Saturday...... I'll help you out. ”

"Thank you, teacher!" Peng Hui thanked with a grin.

"Count what I owe you in my last life!" Mr. Li complained helplessly, and after a few words of advice, he hung up the phone.

Peng Hui rested happily.

Saturday.

On the appointed day, Peng Hui finished practicing morning exercises, and after breakfast, he returned to the dormitory, and was about to start the live broadcast when his mobile phone rang.

"Come down!" Mr. Li said and hung up.

Peng Hui went down in a hurry.

"Teacher!" Peng Hui greeted with a grin.

"Come with me. Teacher Li said in casual clothes.

Peng Hui hurriedly followed.

The two took the bus for a detour, walked for nearly two hours, and changed stations several times before arriving at their destination.

In a residential building that looks somewhat deserted.

"Teacher......" Peng Hui hugged his arms and said with a pitiful face: "I don't like this ......"

"Get out!" Mr. Li said angrily, "Keep up!"

"Oh......" Peng Hui replied weakly, and followed step by step.

But when the two came to the second floor, Peng Hui, who was sharp-eared, heard a very noisy sound coming from upstairs.

Then as he went up more and more, Peng Hui's face became more and more ugly.

By the time we reached the top floor, the sound could already be described as deafening.

Peng Hui had to plug his ears with his sleeve.

Even so, it's still very noisy.

Let's take a look at Mr. Li......

I don't know when he had an extra pair of headphones on his ears!

This old fox!

Looking at Peng Hui with a vegetable-looking face, Mr. Li smiled and took out a pair of headphones and motioned for him to put them on.

Peng Hui hurriedly couldn't wait to put it on.

The noise quickly faded quite a bit.

It's still loud, but it's at least within an acceptable range.

Then the two of them walked into the only house on the top floor.

In the middle of the living room, a group of young people dressed in a band are playing wildly.

The sound is so loud that even with headphones on, it feels a little loud.

Seeing Teacher Li waiting on the side, Peng Hui could only endure silently.

Fortunately, perhaps because of the long time, the lead singer of the band naturally stopped after his voice was dumb.

Rubbing his somewhat sore ears, Mr. Li complained helplessly: "I said that Zhuzi, every time I come to you, I have to be shocked and my ears hurt." ”

"Hey, isn't this Brother Li? What kind of wind is blowing you here?" the hoarse lead singer of the band, aka Zhuzi, joked with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm looking for you to record a song, how much does it cost?"

"Recording songs?" Zhu Zi glanced at Brother Li and asked strangely, "Brother Li, are you still singing?"

"It's not me, it's him. Pointing to Peng Hui, Mr. Li said.

"He?" looked Peng Hui up and down, plucked out his ears, and said casually: "Since you brought it in person, brother, then give a friendship price, 50,000." ”

"Yes. Teacher Li was not surprised, nodded, turned to Peng Hui and said, "Let's go, go and record a song." ”

"Old ...... Teacher...... It's too expensive......" Peng Hui said helplessly.

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive at all. Teacher Li shook his head, and after directly transferring the money to the pillar, he motioned for Peng Hui to follow.

Helpless, Peng Hui could only follow the two to the other side, and then walked into a door that was originally locked.

Peng Hui noticed that the rest of the band was also happily surrounding him.

Mr. Li didn't care, looked at the equipment, and joked with a smile: "The maintenance is good." ”

"Hey, it's not me who blows, the whole demon can be better than me here, it really doesn't exist!" said the pillar with a smile.

"Go ahead. After Mr. Li handed Peng Hui some basic operations, he smiled and patted Peng Hui on the shoulder.

Although Peng Hui was a little helpless, since the money had already been spent, he could only accept the teacher's kindness.

Picking up the guitar he had selected before, Peng Hui's eyes lit up.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but after holding this guitar, it actually produces a better feel than the old guitar before.

It's like......

It's like if you add singing skills, then the old guitar is +1, and this cool looking guitar is +2 or even more!

Gently brushing the guitar, Peng Hui couldn't help but praise.

"Good stuff!"

"Hmph!" the pillar snorted twice, as if he had long been accustomed to a reaction similar to Peng Hui's.

After making up his mind, since he spent a lot of money, Peng Hui naturally had to take it seriously.

Thinking of this, his expression froze, but his gaze gradually softened.

The pillar on the side, who was originally picking his nose and looking careless, sat up all of a sudden after seeing Peng Hui's eyes.

With the sound of the guitar, Peng Hui's singing began......