Heavy rain the next day.

At breakfast, Lin Xiaoxiao didn't know if it was affected by the weather, or if she didn't rest well at night, and she didn't want to chat with Ma Xiaoshu too much.

Seems manic.

But Ma Xiaoshu didn't dislike her, and read her the "Prajnabo Ruomi Heart Sutra" for more than ten minutes, and Teacher Lin's mood was depressed, and he called the security guard.

After subduing the group of security guards, Ma Xiaoshu was dragged by the director to chat individually.

Director Zhang Yang is ordinary, no inspiration, my brother Ma and he don't have much in common, and everyone is not on the same level.

"Why did you go to Qi Lin Xiaoxiao? She's a bit aimed at you, but ...... She's a teacher after all! Be respectful of the teacher! ”

"Talk to her, I can write new songs. Be inspired! ”

"Then why don't you look for a jackdaw? Didn't you also say he was inspired? ”

"He's coming? Where? ”

"Uh...... In makeup, you ...... Huh? I haven't finished my lecture yet, if you harass the teacher again, the program team will be expelled......"

The figure was gone, as if it were sprinting.

Zhang Yang rubbed his face with both hands, this Ma Xiaoshu ...... It's really simple, he just wants to get inspiration from Lin Xiaoxiao, and he doesn't have too much malice. But the problem is that Lin Xiaoxiao has been tortured by him to a nervous breakdown.

There is no way to put such a strange and sand sculpture player on the stall.

You say that he doesn't understand, understands and doesn't do it, does it and does it wrong, doesn't admit it when it's wrong, and doesn't change it if he admits it.

It's only been a few days, huh?

The entire program group was conquered by Ma Xiaoshu, and the legend of Brother Shu was spread everywhere, even the master of the canteen invited him to the kitchen to stir-fry, and the mechanical maintenance team also prepared work clothes for Ma Xiaoshu, which was completely treated by himself.

I just want ......

Jackdaw's heart is very good!

Those who dare to do things on the stage are different, drinking the soybean milk fritters sent by Ma Xiaoshu comfortably, and the jackdaw looks unruly.

Didn't you scold me last time?

How?

Knowing my fame and strength, scared? me again?

"Teacher, is the soy milk light? Churros are okay, right? ”

"Hmm...... Make do. ”

"That's good."

Ma Xiaoshu happily moved a small Mazha, sat in the corner of the dressing room, took out a small notebook, and watched the jackdaw put on makeup with a smile.

The soy milk was sprinkled by Lin Xiaoxiao, but Ma Xiaoshu mixed some water again, the amount was still very sufficient, although the fritters were cold, but Ma Xiaoshu heated it with a lighter on the road, and it should be okay.

Oh, that's how the makeup is made!

It's the same as a head swap.

Even after makeup like jackdaw, it's not ugly, it's like a dog.

The makeup is almost done, and the hairstylist takes over and rubs the bird's nest.

The jackdaw squinted at Ma Xiaoshu: "What are you looking for me?" Didn't you drag it last time on stage? ”

Ma Xiaoshu: "I didn't want you to pull me, I just came to see you." ”

The jackdaw wants to speak and stops, are you still comparing with me? I should be pulling, why should you?

Look at me?

Don't think that if you please me, I can afford to look down on you like a dirty bun.

Ma Xiaoshu said again: "I like to chat with you and Mr. Lin, you can give me inspiration, today Mr. Lin doesn't know who made me angry, my new song depends on you, only the chorus." ”

Jackdaw suddenly lost his appetite for soy milk, and after a long time, he still came to entertain me?

He said angrily, "You have a hole in your brain, right? You're stupid, and you still write songs? What if you write it out? You don't think you can really qualify for the national competition, you can really be a star, right? ”

Ma Xiaoshu shook his head, he just wanted to write a song: "Erhuo, which turtle son wants to be a star." ”

Jackdaw: "......"

Ma Xiaoshu was very serious, his eyes were shining.

In my head, I seem to have captured something, and I am still missing a piece of window paper......

Jackdaw was angry, there were no outsiders here anyway, and he was going to humiliate Ma Xiaoshu fiercely to let him know how rubbish he was.

He laughed: "Last year, as an ordinary person, I was chasing my dream on this stage. The people who come here are all here to find the future, but they are all trampled under my feet, I am the champion, I can return to my hometown with wealth and glory. Now, I am worth tens of millions, and my appearance fee is tens of millions, and I am crowded everywhere I go, and my dog's dog food is enough for you to spend a month! You're a good guy, you'll never be a star! ”

Ma Xiaoshu buried his head and wrote on the small notebook.

He is worthy of being the king of cold songs!

Inspiration is pouring in, and the chorus is there.

"Looking for the Future...... This word is good, it's too vulgar to return to the countryside with wealth, the same as the nouveau riche, change another ......"

Ma Xiaoshu muttered.

Jackdaw's face was cloudy: "What are you writing about?" ”

Ma Xiaoshu ignored it.

Jackdaw: "Don't think that Xue Cheng can be crazy if you support you, Lao Tzu is the last champion of "Shining Boy", look at me!" When a star wants to have a star face, what do you have? You have nothing but ugliness, not only ugly, but also ......"

Ma Xiaoshu closed the notebook and looked dazed: "Are you ugly?" Do you return the soil? Don't feel inferior, the most important thing to be an artist is self-confidence, and others can't see it if you wear thick makeup. ”

Jackdaw: "I'm talking about you......"

"Thanks, the song is written."

Ma Xiaoshu hummed a song, shook his head and left.

The jackdaw shivered coldly and yelled at the people around him, "Why didn't he listen to me just now? Writing songs? Loaded, right? ”

Everyone was silent, people just came to write songs, and they left after writing them.

And, listen to the melody...... Ma Xiaoshu's song can top you a hundred, King Hange, don't you have a little pressure in your heart?

Ma Xiaoshu summed up the lessons as he walked.

It seems that the songs in the dream belong to the ones that need stimulation to flow out, and they have to meet the right people and the right things.

It is basically triggered by the behavior and words in the interaction, Ma Xiaoshu's situation, the other party's words, can trigger the awakening of the musical works in the dream......

It's just that it's so unpredictable.

Back in Group D, Ma Xiaoshu was captured by Zhou Qifeng.

"Xiaoshu, I tinkered with the arrangement for you, and by the way, I helped you write a chorus melody, which matches your main song very well, you can listen to it......"

Zhou Qifeng was very serious and responsible, and after speaking, he took out the stave and played and sang by himself, mainly humming the chorus.

Finish singing.

Lao Zhou said: "It is very difficult to sing original songs in competitions, the creation time is too short, but it will be brilliant if you sing it well." What do you think of this chorus? ”

Ma Xiaoshu scratched his head: "However, this is what you wrote, not me." ”

Lao Zhou: "Who told you that the original songs are written by the composer himself?" Arranging is also composing, especially for competition programs, arranging and helping to change the melody and write the melody is a very normal thing, just hang your name. ”

Ma Xiaoshu: "I still want to write it myself." ”

Lao Zhou hurriedly said: "Don't feel embarrassed, we often help others write melodies when we do arrangers, don't feel guilty......"

Ma Xiaoshu took out a small notebook: "But I've written it all." ”

"Huh?"

Old Monday was stunned.

Why are you kidding me?

You went to bed so early last night, and you were dragged by the director to lecture in the morning, where did you get the time to write the chorus?

I still stayed up in the middle of the night last night to help you change a paragraph with what I wrote before, doesn't it take time to write a song?

Zhou Qifeng took the small notebook and looked at it.

There are only lyrics, and I can't see why, so I let Ma Xiaoshu sing it by himself.

Ma Xiaoshu finished singing.

Zhou Qifeng silently put away the stave he wrote, his expression was a little confused, and he was a little relieved, worthy of the genius I selected in the audition.

Perfect lyrics, perfect melody!

Dimensionality Reduction Strike!

That's the melody, what the hell did I write?

It's nothing......