Wenming thought about it, thought hard and said, "Actually, strictly speaking, this circle is not big. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

This is not the memory of civilization, but the memory of another universe, another music producer.

He sacrificed his talents for health.

At that time, civilization was still a little devil, and it was in chaos, so it did it casually.

Unexpectedly, it was useful at this time.

He said: "The top producers and songwriters in the circle have fixed partners, and those producers often only produce albums for a few or even a certain person, and those top lyricists and songwriters often give priority to their old acquaintances once they have works.

Therefore, the convention in the music industry is that behind a popular singer, there is often a strong producer and a circle of songwriters who are close to fixed.

Therefore, there are so many good things, and there are too few that can be circulated.

Of course, it's not that there are no good works for lyricists and composers who don't reach that level, and there are. Among the best works that appear in this circle every year, those top songwriters account for at most half, and the remaining half will be the occasional burst of inspiration from some ordinary authors, and even new authors.

But the problem is, firstly, those good works may not be your turn to pick, and when you know and hear them, they have often been set and bought, and even some have already been released into records, and secondly, even if the song is the first to be delivered to your company as soon as it is released, can the vision and realm of the person who chooses the song really be able to pick it out in the first place?

Moreover, once the work becomes popular, obviously, the status of the songwriter will immediately rise, and it will not be easy to find someone to invite songs.

To put it bluntly, even if people have good works, they will first provide them to big-name singers, firstly, they hope to sell them at a higher price, and secondly, they also hope to use the fame and strength of big-name singers to make their works more popular, right?

So, how many chances can a fledgling singer and semi-newcomer like Liao Liao have to get a work that satisfies her or even surprise......s her? She's so demanding!

Too popular...... No.

The lyrics and music do not reach a certain level...... No.

...... that does not conform to your own aesthetic style and taste No.

So, in eight months, out of seventy-three songs, she only selected four. plus one of her own dozens of songs, she selected one of the best, and together, she only made up enough for five songs.

Want to ...... again Nope. ”

"You, you ......"

Liao Liao didn't know what to say at all. I'm so sad that you're still skinning me and cramping.

Wait, I won't believe it. took out a pen and paper, and then wrote the names of the people, and then wrote and wrote, and after ten minutes, there were already twenty or thirty names of people written in the small book, all of whom were songwriters. And they are all famous songwriters in the circle.

Then, holding the notebook in his left hand, Liao Liao began to bite the pen.

After biting for a while, she crossed out a person's name in the notebook, and after biting for a while, she crossed out another one.

In a short time, there were only seven or eight names left in twenty or thirty people.

Everything turned out to be just as the young man in front of him said, it was all master. The rest of these people have either retired, or she has already won the song.

So, she was dumbfounded.

So, she was shameless.

"Look, aren't there seven or eight of them?"

Civilization didn't look at it, because he didn't know it if he did. He knows about other universes, but he really doesn't know this universe.

Just as Liao Liao was worried, lest the civilization that couldn't chat would expose her again, and she would be ashamed of herself. At this time, the three teenagers had already come to civilization.

"Yo, isn't this civilization?" said Mazi Zhao Shi first.

"Wasn't he arrested by the police and sentenced to death?" asked the white-faced boy with the little bow tie. It's as if you can't see civilization.

"I know about his case, I heard that it was a fire in the evidence room, and he was acquitted. The male god Wei Yao said.

"Wow! That's okay! Didn't he say in the last trial that he destroyed your family's supplies for the army?" said the bow tie deliberately.

"Ruined?" the male god Wei Yao showed an inexplicable smile and said, "The exam is over. What's the use of letting it out? He's no longer in the same world as us. ”

These three people spoke very presumptuously, and they were not afraid of the young man called Civilization on the side to hear it.

After laughing at them, the three of them swaggered away, apparently confident enough to be admitted to Feng Shui High School.

And civilization looked at them blankly.

The confusion of civilization made Liao Liao's heart ache. "You're all right, if you want to go to school, I can help."

"I'm fine. Civilization shook her head.

Civilization had already tried very hard to think about it, but he couldn't figure out who these three teenagers were.

It seems to be a classmate.

As for the name?

I really can't remember.

He is a demon, a demon who has invaded countless worlds, and he has seen more people.

And in this world, after ascending to the second year of junior high school, there is a division of subjects. Only when you are assigned to a feng shui class, that is, a top class, can you become a feng shui master. As for the other classes, of course, they are other professions.

Such a life, which has only been taught together for two years, is compared to the lives, great men, and gods that civilization has been in contact with for hundreds of millions of years. I really can't remember!

As mentioned earlier, the demons in the chaotic camp really don't have very good memories.

This is why all cosmic beings always prefer to make a pact with the devil rather than the devil.

It's not that the demons aren't willing to keep their promises, it's that their memories are not online for many years. I made a contract, and I forgot it by accident.

When they remember, the living beings who made the covenant were often dead.

And then...... There is no then. Because they always have the ability to forget about it quickly.

Liao Liao didn't know this, in her opinion, this teenager was deeply hurt and longed for his dreams, just like herself.

So she said softly: "Don't look any more, I'll send you home!"

Yes, home! That's a great place to recuperate.

If there were people in prison here, they would have to weep bitterly.

Why?

Because the civilization that has just returned is often fragmented, attracting bullying from prison "friends......

And then?

Looking at the way he looks now, he is not hurt at all, what else is there not to understand?

Hellover! Proper Hellover!

Eat the best food and enjoy the best service......

This is prison!

This is the prison life of a prison bully.