Ten minutes later, the trio stood in front of the office with the "Production Director" number written on it.

Han Shuyan knocked lightly on the door, and a hoarse male voice came from inside the door.

"Please come in."

After Han Shuyan glanced at Meng Feibai and Gurhan beside him, he gently pushed open the door of the office.

"Director, Meng Feibai I brought it."

Han Shuyan opened the door completely as he spoke.

In the office, a somewhat bald middle-aged man was sitting upright at his desk, he didn't look at Han Shuyan and Meng Feibai standing at the door, but pressed the earphones in his ear with one hand, and tapped the desktop rhythmically with the other.

Outside the office, Gurhan glanced at the man who was indulging in music, nodded slightly at Meng Feibai, and then turned around and left without saying a word.

Han Shuyan subconsciously glanced at the back of Gurhan leaving, and then led Meng Feibai into the office.

"Just sit down."

The middle-aged man pointed to the sofa and said casually.

So Han Shuyan and Meng Feibai sat on the sofa in front of their desks.

After a few minutes, he took off his headphones.

"You are Meng Feibai?"

After the middle-aged man looked Meng Feibai up and down, he was satisfied with Meng Feibai's appearance and showed a smile.

"Hello, I'm Meng Feibai, it's the first time we meet, please take care of me."

Meng Feibai got up and politely bowed slightly to the middle-aged man, and spoke.

"No, I'm a straight person, and I don't like those annoying and useless politeness."

The middle-aged man leaned forward slightly and said seriously.

"My name is Yu Tianyang, the company's production director, I just listened to a few of your samples, what I want to ask is, are these songs really all created by yourself independently?"

Damn, is it so straightforward?

Meng Fei paused for a moment, and after looking at Han Shuyan, who looked like usual, he guessed that this director might usually have this kind of personality, so he nodded calmly.

"Yes."

Yu Tianyang stared at Meng Feibai's eyes fixedly, and after a while, he took out a blank stack of stave paper from the drawer.

"In any order, write out the scores of these ten songs."

Well? Is it such a hardcore test method?

Meng Feibai took the stave paper as usual, and felt a little crying and laughing in his heart.

But it's brutal, but it's useful.

If it weren't for the songs they composed, most people wouldn't be bored and memorize the score of the entire song, let alone memorize ten songs at a time.

However, Meng Feibai was different, in the first few years when he first came to this world, he was so bored that he could not communicate with people and did not have any entertainment activities, so much so that he memorized the scores of the songs he knew in his previous life countless times in his mind.

Later, he found that this body brought him not only excellent vocal skills, but also an unavoidable talent - absolute tone.

So ten minutes later, under the blazing eyes of Tianyang and Han Shuyan, Meng Feibai wrote out all the scores of the ten songs in his sample without any mistakes.

Yu Tianyang took the score paper handed over by Meng Feibai, and after a few quick glances, his eyes softened when he looked at Meng Feibai.

"I heard that you can play the piano, I happen to have one here, can you play and sing a song from your sample?"

Damn, how do I feel like I'm taking an art exam? Wait, do you still have to take the ear training test?

Meng Feibai rolled his eyes in his heart, but he still nodded obediently and walked to the piano in the room.

"Then I'll sing a part, this song is called "The Last Battle", and the creation was inspired by the terrorist attacks in Kyoto some time ago."

Meng Feibai sat in front of the piano and said softly.

Then, his fingers lightly landed on the black and white keys.

"We looked for sheltered trenches amid machine-gun fire, and the castle of our childhood sand sculptures was destroyed and rebuilt

But your blood-stained military coat with bullet holes can't even lift your prayer hand..."

Behind Meng Feibai, Han Shuyan's body leaned forward slightly with his singing, and he unconsciously fell into the emotions conveyed by the song.

Yu Tianyang calmly analyzed Meng Feibai's various abilities, including singing skills, singing quotient, personal charm and instrument performance level.

"I'll stay with you, the last distance

It's your side face, which falls into my arms,

You fall asleep slowly, I can't wake you up

Tears are there, in the trenches, and the embankment is broken. ”

As the last note ended, Meng Feibai exhaled deeply, rubbed his somewhat sour eyes, and slowly got up to face Yu Tianyang and Han Shuyan.

During the singing just now, he unconsciously thought of the several battles he had experienced with the infected, so he was extremely emotional and almost affected his performance.

"Smack, smack, smack."

Yu Tianyang smiled and gave his applause.

"Your reddened eyes and abundant emotions make me sure that these songs are indeed from you, Meng Feibai, you are very good."

"Ahem, thank you for the superintendent's affirmation."

Meng Feibai calmed down his emotions, cleared his throat and said with a smile.

"I'm sorry Director, I'll go out for a while."

At this moment, Han Shuyan suddenly got up from the sofa and left the office quickly.

"What is this?"

Meng Feibai asked a little strangely.

"Alas, Xiao Han's brother was killed in the conflict some time ago, and your song may have touched her."

Yu Tianyang glanced sympathetically at the direction where Han Shuyan left, and said with some embarrassment.

"Whatever the purpose, it is the ordinary people who are injured in the end of the war, so I named the song "The Last Battle."

Meng Feibai sat in his position just now and said with a solemn face.

"It's great that you have such insight and empathy at such a young age."

Yu Tianyang nodded with a smile, and just as he wanted to say something, the door of his office was suddenly pushed open. A man about twenty years old, with a haughty look in his eyebrows and eyes, appeared in front of Meng Feibai and Yu Tianyang.

He first looked Meng Feibai up and down, then nodded casually at Yu Tianyang, and said:

"Director, when will my second song be ready, my fans can't wait."

Yu Tianyang frowned slightly when he heard this, and said in a deep voice:

"You're Lu Zichen, right? Your new song company has its own arrangements, so don't worry. ”

After hearing Yu Tianyang's words, the man named Lu Zichen had the word "dissatisfaction" written on his face, he glanced at Meng Feibai, and asked:

"Are you also an artist in our company?"

Meng Feibai felt that he was a little familiar, and only after a while did he remember that this was the last national champion of "Asia-Pacific Supernova" and the most popular contestant in the show.

"Hello, my name is Meng Feibai, and like you, I am also a new artist under Guohua."

Meng Feibai got up and politely stretched out his right hand.

Lu Zichen glanced at his mouth when he heard this, and finally shook Meng Feibai's hand perfunctorily, then looked at Yu Tianyang again, and asked:

"I haven't seen this person, he must be a newcomer, I heard it all just now, why does he sing and I don't? Is he more important to the company than I am to the company? ”

Facing Lu Zichen's questioning, Yu Tianyang and Meng Feibai frowned at the same time.