In the past, Han Shuang's life rhythm was probably like this. The exhibition is held about half a month, and he will participate in the exhibition every two weeks.

His performance time in the Golden Leaf Hall is about half a month, and he just went to Yancheng for two days.

In other words, he has to participate in at least two art exhibitions and two performances in a month. He spent most of the rest of his time in the crew, and randomly took time to go back to Midtown to accompany Dou Liangyu for two days.

As for the rest of the work, such as music orders, it is done before going to bed in the evening. Originally, he didn't think he would become a master of time management, but many things backfired.

He couldn't discuss this kind of thing with others, so he sparked this talent for time management on his own. But now he's going to participate in [The Masked Singer] again, and he's basically taking one or two days out of it every week.

This in turn had to make it more difficult for him to manage his time. Fortunately, Jieyu and Miao Quan and others do not have very high requirements for him, they all know that he is very busy with work, and if there is a time conflict, it is completely forgivable to occasionally miss an art exhibition or hall performance.

In this way, almost on the premise of hiding from everyone, Han Shuang started the side business of [Masked Singer].

The busy work schedule made Han Shuang forget the time, and when he received a call from Huang Ying, he learned that the recording of the second issue of [Masked Singer] was tomorrow.

Facing Huang Ying, 'Have you rehearsed your work?' Han Shuang's hesitant answer, okay.

And the fact is that at this time, let alone rehearsals, he doesn't even have a goal for the song! In order to free up a little time for himself, when he went to Jincheng, Han Shuang did not choose to drive, but took the bullet train.

Chen Yao, Wang Fugui, and even Dou Liangyu, had persuaded him to find an assistant. Han Shuang naturally refused.

Now he has too many secrets! Even if it was Sun De, there were some things that Han Shuang didn't want him to know. Sending Han Shuang to the train station in person, Wang Fugui smiled a little playfully,

"Han Shuang, can you tell me why you want to take the train?"

"It's easy for me to create."

"What's convenient?"

"Creation!"

"Really? I think your ticket looks like a soft sleeper! It's still a high-end soft sleeper in a double room! Han Shuang was speechless,

"What do you mean, Wang? With my net worth, is there anything wrong with sitting in a high-end soft sleeper? ”

"No problem, no problem, I just think...... Hey, it's very convenient. Han Shuang's romantic temperament has been seared on Wang Fugui's heart, no matter what he does, as long as there is a little abnormality, he can make him think in a beautiful and ambiguous place.

With a blank look at the old bachelor, Han Shuang walked into the station.

"Be sure to pay attention to safety work!" Facing Han Shuang's back, Wang Fugui shouted loudly. Han Shuang didn't look back, just waved his hand to prove that he had heard.

"Do you know what I mean by safety work, you just wave your hand." Muttering, Wang Fugui grinned, turned around and left the station.

He who touches pitch will be defiled. Han Shuang's tireless rush to the lair of love also made Wang Fugui, an old single who had not been close to a woman for a long time, rise up a desire to move.

I just happened to see a ...... next to the train station It looks like a very regular bathing town. There were also two beautiful women sitting at the door, dressed coolly, but with very innocent faces.

Busy every day, it's okay to relax? And this shop looks very formal...... After giving a few excuses, Wang Fugui bared his teeth and walked in.

In fact, with his status as a famous director, as long as he releases his words, no matter how beautiful a female star is, he may have rules.

But Wang Fugui's taste is different from that of other directors, he likes this kind of flavor that is a little heavier! Especially the feet.

...... The reason why a high-level soft sleeper was ordered was just to facilitate writing songs, and it could greatly reduce the chance of identity leakage, Han Shuang just couldn't figure it out, couldn't Wang Fugui think of this for such a smart person?

I don't know what he's thinking in his head all day, and he speaks nervously. The space of his high-end soft sleeper is not large, it is estimated to be seven or eight square meters, with a bunk bed, a small table, and a separate bathroom.

His other 'roommate' was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a gold-rimmed glasses, an expensive-looking watch, and a briefcase.

Just glanced at it, and Han Shuang, who was on the top bunk, continued to write a song about him. He was wearing a mask and had little chance of being recognized.

Besides, Sun Guiying is such a famous figure, no one suspects it when she takes a private jet, and she takes a train..... It is estimated that not many people believed.

After entering the soft sleeper box, the man with gold wire glasses also turned on the computer to work, and the two did not disturb each other. Four hours later, the train arrived.

And Han Shuang also completed the song score of this issue. When I walked out of the station, I saw the yellow warbler standing very prominent in the crowd at a glance.

"Why do you keep jumping in your mind?" As the chief director of the program, Huang Ying's work can be imagined busy.

But she still came to the station to pick up Han Shuang in person, which is enough to show the importance she attaches to the latter. Han Shuang was a little helpless: "I know you're busy, and I didn't let you pick me up!" ”

"Are you blaming me for being amorous?" As soon as the words came out, there was a slight embarrassment in the atmosphere. The meaning of this sentence is a bit peculiar.

Han Shuang quickly skipped this little episode and said, "Let's go, find a delicious noodle restaurant, I'm hungry." "At this time, it was already more than 11 o'clock in the evening, and with the light rain, even in a first-tier city like Jincheng, not many restaurants were open.

However, as a native of Jincheng, Huang Ying naturally knows where the pasta is delicious and where the restaurants close late.

Soon, carrying Han Shuang to the door of a brightly lit and popular restaurant. The two of them asked for two plates of cooked food and a bowl of noodles.

"Your ranking in this issue shouldn't be very high." As soon as she sat down, Huang Ying said this.

Han Shuang smiled: "Why do you say that? ”

"Haven't you read the public opinion on the Internet? Everyone doesn't have a very good impression of you as a magician, and even lists your four deadly sins in the show. "Han Shuang listened to the music,

"I'm just singing a song, and I'm sinning?" The yellow warbler is also happy,

"Of course, you can't commit crimes, it's your behavior that makes many people not very satisfied, and they think you are too arrogant and arrogant."

"And then?"

"If you lose the audience, will you get more votes?"

"Does it matter?"

"Doesn't it matter?" Han Shuang didn't say any more, if the [Masked Singer] was regarded as a competition, maybe he would have to please the audience appropriately.

After all, the voting power is in their hands. But Han Shuang defined himself as a singer, he just wanted to sing his favorite songs heartily.

Anyway, Kou Yangming knows his identity, and his singing skills are here, and it is not easy to eliminate them.

Just then, the waiter brought the noodles up, and the conversation ended temporarily. Han Shuang was really hungry, picked up a lock of noodles with chopsticks, blew it with his mouth, and then gave it to his mouth.

is such a simple noodle-eating action, which makes the Huang Ying on the opposite side look a little obsessed.

"My grandfather in the countryside eats noodles like this, blow it first, and then eat it." Han Shuang raised his head and glanced at her,

"I treat you as a friend, but you treat me as your grandfather? It's not like you. ”

"Giggle....."

"Han Shuang, I find that I want to get closer to you more and more, what should I do?"

"According to your local customs, you should know Xiao Dou's character, she won't give you a chance to live." Huang Ying pouted,

"Then why didn't she kill the other two women?"

"Stop!" Huang Ying was also well-behaved, and seeing Han Shuang's expression becoming serious, she immediately stopped talking. If this scene was seen by her staff, her jaw would definitely drop!

Director Huang, who is famous for his strength at work, even has a birdish side!

"Seeing that you eat so deliciously, I'm hungry too." As she spoke, Huang Ying picked up her chopsticks and fished out a lock of noodles in Han Shuang's bowl.

I don't mind Han Shuang's saliva at all.

"Is there any mistake? If you want to eat yourself, why eat mine? ”

"Your incense." Huang Ying looked at Han Shuang and said with a smile.