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When the first lyrics came out of Fang Jue's mouth, Qin Huiru felt that her ears were about to burst.

As the song slowly entered the climax, Qin Huiru couldn't believe her ears.

She is not like Wu Yun and Su Jiaying, who have not experienced the polishing of this society, although she graduated in less than three years, but these three years have made her fully feel the cruelty of the metropolis of Shangjing.

For some, it's heaven for drunken fans, but for many more, it's hell to sink into.

Don't look at her now as the executive director of CCTV Variety Channel, this name is just scary, in fact, she is just a miscellaneous worker, and what she does on weekdays is to help those people deliver tea and water and print documents.

In order to change the current state, that's why she will take on such a headache.

Now as soon as she heard Fang Jue's song, the grievance that had been hidden in Qin Huiru's heart for a long time suddenly exploded, and she almost listened to the whole song with red eyes.

After listening to it once, I still don't feel like it's enjoyable, and I listened to it more than a dozen times in a row, and the more I listened, the more aggrieved I became, and the more I listened, the more sad I became.

This song directly poked at the sore spot in Qin Huiru's heart.

No, if you listen to it any longer, you'll have to cry to death.

Qin Huiru resisted the urge to listen to it again and turned off the video directly.

At this time, the half box of toilet paper on Qin Huiru's desk had become empty.

Qin Huiru looked at the computer screen in a daze, and after a while, after her mood calmed down a little, she looked at the post again, this time she didn't look at the comments, but locked her eyes on the poster.

Although this song poked Qin Huiru's sore spot and shook her heart, she had not forgotten her work.

She first searched on the Internet and found that there were very few links to these songs, and there was no personal information about the singer, as if the white-haired uncle had appeared out of thin air.

sings his own songs like this, and he is not famous, and every song is so good, isn't it exactly the singer-songwriter that the program group he is looking for is looking for.

Thinking of this, Qin Huiru's originally sad heart suddenly became excited, if this uncle can join "Good Songs of China", he will definitely be able to become an instant hit.

With the completeness and goodness of Uncle's songs, they will definitely be able to make their show ratings soar.

Qin Huiru hurriedly clicked on the personal information of the poster named Xinmei and sent her a private message through the forum message.

After sending this private message, Qin Huiru couldn't help but fold her hands and prayed secretly.

"Come back to me, get back to me."

Qin Huiru muttered to herself.

A minute passed and no message was returned.

Qin Huiru was a little anxious.

Two minutes passed, and there was still no reply.

Qin Huiru had already stood up.

Three minutes passed, and there was still no reply.

Qin Huiru was already a little unable to hold back, and she hurriedly sent another private message to Xinmei.

Five minutes passed, and there was still no reply.

Qin Huiru felt like an ant on a hot pot, she walked around the room anxiously, and came back to see if there was any reply as she went.

But still not.

Qin Huiru had the urge to smash the computer.

It's really a rush to death.

If such a singer is missed by himself, then he can really die.

In fact, it's no wonder that Lin Xinmei doesn't reply to the news, originally Lin Xinmei was known as one of the ten flowers in Beijing in Shangjing College, and she is a frequent visitor to this forum, plus the two hot posts posted in the past two days, once she lands on the forum, although there are not thousands of private messages to her, at least seven or eight hundred are still there.

It's impossible for her to reply to these messages one by one, besides, these messages are courtship messages from those juniors and seniors, Lin Xinmei hates those men like flies.

Under normal circumstances, she doesn't read those private messages directly, anyway, she knows what those private messages are sending, so it is normal to miss Qin Huiru's two private messages.

Before and after, Qin Huiru sent nearly twenty private messages to Lin Xinmei in total, but the results were all the same, and there was no news.

Qin Huiru grabbed her hair anxiously, and she began to inquire about Lin Xinmei's post.

Looking at it, Qin Huiru's eyes suddenly lit up.

Because she saw a post called "Uncle Fan League".

Click on the post, there is a link to Weibo in it, click on the link, it is a Weibo called "Uncle Fan Alliance", there are not many Weibo, only two, which is the singing video of the white-haired uncle that Qin Huiru saw.

Qin Huiru hurriedly used her Weibo to send a private message to that Weibo: Hello, I am the executive director of "Good Songs of China", if you see this private message, please reply to me.

Although she sent this private message, Qin Huiru was still a little apprehensive, after all, she had sent no less than 20 private messages on the forum, but she had not replied, and she did not dare to guarantee that someone would reply to this Weibo.

......

Upper Beijing College, among the female dormitories.

Although Lin Xinmei doesn't pay much attention to the forum's private messages, this Weibo is newly registered after all, there are not many Weibo fans, and there are very few private messages to this Weibo, so when she saw someone sending a private message, Lin Xinmei subconsciously clicked on it.

When she saw the content of the private message, Lin Xinmei was stunned for a moment, and then jumped up screaming.

"Xinmei, what kind of madness are you making again, it scares me to death." Wu Yun said.

"Yun'er, Yun'er, look, what is this?" Lin Xinmei shouted.

Several girls from the dormitory gathered around.

"What's so exciting about this, it's just a deceptive news." Wu Yun said lightly.

After all, on the Internet, this kind of deceptive method is no longer strange.

Deng Lijuan didn't ignore it like Wu Yun, she clicked on it and sent a private message to the Weibo.

The name of Weibo is CCTV executive director Qin Huiru, or a "V" number.

"Yun'er, this may be true." Deng Lijuan hurriedly said.

Wu Yun looked at Deng Lijuan puzzled.

"Look at the publisher of this private message, she is Qin Huiru, I know her, and she used to be known as one of the ten flowers of Shangjing College, and she is a figure of the year in our school, and then I heard that she seems to have gone to the CCTV variety channel." Deng Lijuan said.

"Really?"

"It's true, you know, I have a cousin, who used to be from our school, he used to be Qin Huiru's crazy admirer, and now he also misses Qin Huiru, and when he always tells me about her, my ears are about to become calloused." Deng Lijuan said.

Wu Yun's eyes suddenly lit up: "Xinmei, hurry up and reply to her private message to see what she wants to do." ”

Lin Xinmei hurriedly wrote a private message to reply to the past.

Time passed minute by minute, Weibo still did not reply, Qin Huiru was a little desperate, she lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling weakly.

Ding dong!

The mobile phone rang suddenly, Qin Huiru's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly picked up the phone and saw that it was a private message reply from Weibo.