Seeing that Fang Zhao was still frowning, Chu Guang opened the light curtain on the bracelet and switched to painting mode. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"To put it simply, it's ......"

Chu Guang drew two circles on the light curtain, connected them with a straight line, and then pointed to the circle on the left, "This is a particularly tough type." He pointed to the circle on the right again, "This is a very soft and cute type." ”

Fang Zhao nodded, indicating that he understood.

Chu Guang marked a circle in the middle of the line again, "Here, this is the intermediate type of the two. In the Lei Zhe era, most of the styles of virtual idols were middle and left-centered, and even if there were right-side styles, they were a minority. But after the era of Lei Zhe, it gradually developed to the right side, so my uncle said that, although the words are a bit extreme, and the current situation is not so serious, but the general trend of data statistics is like this. ”

Fang Zhao heard and understood, from the materials he had read, he had also mentioned the change in the style of virtual idols, in order to be able to compete with real idols, the style of virtual idols had to be changed, and the trend of change was indeed as Chu Guang said, developing towards the right end of this line.

Chu Guang took back the light curtain on the bracelet, "This is a visual era, the aesthetics of each era will change, even those popular idols in the Lei Zhe era may not be popular now, and those virtual idols now, although they have more or less the shadow of those classic virtual idols in the Lei Zhe era, they have also been modified according to the aesthetic preferences of contemporary people, which is more in line with the popular visual preferences of the moment." Even if we are composers, the style of composition will change in our lifetime. ”

"A businessman once said, 'There is nothing wrong with the market, and if you can't be tolerated by the market, then you can only be at fault.' Keep pace with the times, don't be stubborn with the market. ’”

Chu Guang saw that Fang Zhao still couldn't seem to find an answer, and comforted with a smile, "But you don't have to worry too much, you are a composer, not a professional virtual idol producer, and Silver Wing will not care much about virtual idol projects, you just do what Silver Wing launched before." Finish this project early, creation is the right thing to do, we are waiting for you in the music charts. ”

The list of the music world, in addition to the new front list, there are many other lists, the new list is just a small list at the initial level, and they still have a lot of lists to climb in the future.

After walking out of the school gate, Chu Guang drove his flying car away, Fang Zhao also got on the train, and he had to change trains to get to the black street.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when Fang Zhao returned to the black street, and the black street was still so dim.

When the curly dog heard the movement, he was already lying behind the door and waiting, and when Fang Zhao went in, he hummed and shook his tail vigorously.

Fang Zhao glanced inside the house, found that nothing had been destroyed, touched the dog's head, and poured food on the dog's plate.

As soon as he put down the bag in his hand, before he finished drinking a glass of water, Fang Zhao's bracelet remembered the call prompt.

Looking at the name on it, Fang Zhao raised his eyebrows in surprise.

After being connected, Fang Sheng's face appeared on the square light curtain.

Probably because of the fact that the new striker list was squeezed down by Fang Zhao, Fang Sheng's treatment in Niguang was not as hot as before, although it was not plummeting.

I haven't seen him for a while, Fang Sheng has lost his previous vigor, his bad complexion, puffy eyes and the blue and black under his eyes all indicate that Fang Sheng's state is very poor during this time, and he doesn't know how long he hasn't slept well.

"Fang Zhao, you can do it!" Fang Sheng gritted his teeth.

"Thanks for the compliment." Fang Sheng didn't care about the resentment in his words at all. Do thieves have the right to resent?

"You must be happy to play me like this, right?" Fang Sheng had already decided that Fang Zhao was hiding his secrets, and he had guarded against him before! Otherwise, where did that "hehe" song come from? He had been following Fang Zhao before and didn't notice it.

Don't blame Fang Sheng, it's really a lovelorn diary, Fang Zhao won't show it to others unless he finishes the work, even if he was regarded as a friend at the time.

Putting the cup down, Fang Zhao didn't answer his question, but looked at Fang Sheng in the light curtain, "You think this is the end?" ”

Originally, Fang Sheng was going to laugh at Fang Zhao's acceptance of the Silver Wing virtual project, but when he heard Fang Zhao's words, he couldn't help but be stunned, "...... What do you mean? ”

"Wait for that."

What are you waiting for?

What else does Fang Zhao want to do?

Could it be that in addition to those three songs, Fang Zhao has other better works hidden by himself?!

"Fang Zhao, tell me clearly, what do you mean?!"

Fang Zhao ignored the impatient Fang Sheng at all, and directly disconnected the communication.

I walked to the corner of the creation, opened the drawer where the original owner kept the diary, and put the fifth medal of the season awarded by the Yanzhou Music Association at today's graduation ceremony into this cabinet.

Although it was Fang Zhao who arranged the music, it was the former owner of this body who mainly composed the music. The credit for this award is still the original owner's,

"I'll do the rest."

has graduated, Fang Zhao doesn't need to go to school anymore, the summer vacation is here, the next virtual idol course is still in September, and the download is only in early July, and there is still more than a month to go.

Fang Zhao had to take advantage of more than a month to list the general plan of the project, otherwise he would not be able to attend the class when the schedule was full in the future.

Personnel summoning or anything has to be put behind, and the first thing to call is to finalize the image.

Chu Guang's words Fang Zhao understood, but after all, he was an "old antique" who had just come here, and he had not yet been able to fully absorb the current popular style.

Follow the example of the predecessors to make a core and change the "skin"?

The advantage of virtual idols is that TA is not necessarily a person, the smash hit images of gods and demons in the Lei Zhe era and the popular images of plush and cute pets have a large market, and some classic images even affect one or two generations. Different image styles correspond to different market groups.

Market?

How to cater to the market?

But the market is an elusive thing, and no one can give a definite answer.

Until the next day, Fang Zhao couldn't come up with a countermeasure.

When eating breakfast in the morning, Fang Zhao saw the paper record book exposed in the open bag, which he used to record key information when he was flipping through the information in the company, and later found that there were too many things to remember, so he simply chose the scanning and storage function of the bracelet.

However, in this notebook with only a few sentences, there is one sentence that Fang Zhao is deeply impressed. That is, Lei Zhe, the father of virtual idols in the new century, said: What I create is what I pursue.

Composition is also a kind of creation,

As a creator, even if you are in a cage, your mind should be free.

"What I create is what I pursue."

Fang Zhao whispered another word, then smiled, opened the large blank record book, took out a pen and drew on it.

No one knew that the core of this body had gone through a hundred years of extinction, and Fang Zhao couldn't get rid of the elements of the times in his soul.

Instead of being overwhelmed, it's better to let go and do it!

As the time passed, the window gradually lit up, and as it approached noon, the sun would fall on the street again.

Yue Qing, who was wearing a vest and big pants and dragging a chair to bask in the sun at the door of the store, was quite surprised not to see Fang Zhao come out.

"The kid is out?" Mohama came over and asked.

"I don't know, I didn't see it in the morning." As he spoke, Yue Qing glanced at the window, which was open.

"I didn't go out, that kid is still inside." Yue Qing confirmed.

"That's weird, it's rare." Modomaru shook his head. Professional habits, he has studied Fang Zhao for many days, and he always feels that the person is a little strange, difficult to see, probably art workers are like that.

Inside the house, after the curly dog had eaten the breakfast that Fang Zhao had given him, he lay quietly on the ground, his two shrugging ears turning from time to time with the movement outside.

The sunlight from the window at noon and the noise on the dark street did not affect Fang Zhao's hand holding the pen at all.