Dong Fei thought about it along Zhang Yue's train of thought.

A rich woman, or a good-looking rich woman.

He hissed directly.

"How did Xu Mu resist the temptation for so many years?"

Zhang Yue sighed: "Although Xu Mu is very stupid, he is indeed very honest. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Yue suddenly turned around, picked up the bag in his hand and threw it at Dong Fei: "So! ”

"Do you know that if Xu Mu wants to open it, even if he is not a rich woman, he will be able to mix well when he returns to the modeling circle!"

"Can you be handsome Xu Mu? What is your way out? ”

"Now Xu Mu can act, you're still crazy here! Play a protagonist who doesn't know what his last name is! ”

Zhang Yue stabbed Dong Fei's body like a knife.

Directly stabbed people stupid.

"Sister, I know it's wrong!" Dong Fei screamed when he was smashed on the bag.

At this moment, at the door of the warehouse, Xu Mu walked out.

……

After Xu Mu took off his makeup and changed back into his clothes, he left the warehouse.

After glancing around, his car hadn't arrived yet, so he called Xie Chen.

"Mu, go outside the playground, we'll be there right away."

Hanging up the phone, Xu Mu saw director Hu Yueping squatting at the door of the warehouse.

He muttered something about a comeback.

"Director, I'm back."

"Hey, Xu Mu, go back and rest, my assistant will send you tomorrow's schedule later."

Hu Yueping now looks at Xu Mu more and more pleasing to the eye.

"You won't have much of a role tomorrow, but I suggest you come and watch it anyway."

Hu Yueping is the director after all, and he can see it today, although he doesn't know why Xu Mu's eye play is very good, but there are too few changes when he performs.

Although Xu Mu's performance today completely exceeded his imagination, there is no end to learning.

He wanted to bring Xu Mu.

"Okay, I'll wait for your notification tomorrow."

"Okay, let's go back."

Bidding farewell to the director, Xu Mu walked towards the door of the playground.

After walking a few steps, Xu Mu suddenly felt that something in his pocket pierced him.

"What's that?"

Xu Mu took out the things in his pocket and saw that it was a character biography he wrote this morning, and several pieces of paper were folded together.

So it became stiff.

Just now, the corner of the paper pierced him.

He doesn't need this character biography anymore, and he has already memorized things in his head.

So Xu Mu found a trash can and threw it in.

"Sister, what did he throw? It's like a note! ”

From the moment Xu Mu came out, Dong Fei and Zhang Yue in the nanny car kept looking at him intently.

Until he saw him throw a note into the trash can, Dong Feiwei screamed.

He's a bit neurotic right now.

Because he doesn't believe that a person who failed the film exam three days ago is now so good in acting. And everyone seems to have a little desire to snoop on other people's privacy.

"I'll take a look!"

Dong Fei watched Xu Mu walk into the van and disappear into the night, and then tiptoed out of the nanny car.

Because there are too many group performances gathered in the playground today, the trash can has long been filled with disposable paper cups, and the folded paper is at the top of the garbage heap.

"Hurry up~" Zhang Yue poked his head out of the car window, feeling like a thief.

Dong Fei quickly ran to the trash can, picked up the papers, and didn't care about running back, so he opened them and looked at them.

"The reasons for the formation of Lu Heng's personality ......"

"Lu Heng's family atmosphere ......"

The paper is densely packed, and it is all the homework that Xu Mu has done.

"it!" Dong Fei's eyes widened instantly.

"What's written on it?" At this time, a voice appeared in Dong Fei's ears.

"Character biography, Xu Mu actually made such a detailed character biography!" Dong Fei replied subconsciously.

Then he suddenly felt that something was wrong, why did it seem to be a man's voice just now.

Dong Fei raised his head, and what appeared in his eyes was Hu Yueping's big face.

Hu Yueping also watched Xu Mu leave just now, so he also saw Xu Mu throwing a note.

"I'll see!" Hu Yueping snatched the paper in Dong Fei's hand.

The more he looked at Hu Yueping, his eyes widened, and finally his hands began to tremble.

No wonder Xu Mu acted so well today, it turned out that he had done so much homework in private.

On the other side, Dong Fei felt a little burning on his face at this moment, but his heart was cold.

Zhang Yue's words lingered in his ears just now, Xu Mu is a person who has gone to the top position and can still not mess around in the affairs of men and women, even if he is confused now, if he can get out, people will have a way out.

And I myself am a person who has just made his debut and is still climbing. But ask yourself if you treat the same type of script, how do people do it, and how do I do it.

I'm still sarcastic about him today.

I'm damned me!

A man's diligence should not be ridiculed,

Even if he doesn't get particularly good results!

"It's a good boy, he must have been squeezed by the big star company in the past, and he didn't have time to think and do his homework." Hu Yueping sighed heartily.

"Director, I'm going to think about the characters again." Dong Fei said in a muffled voice.

"Okay, I'll go back and study the footage."

Saying that, Hu Yueping put the pieces of paper in his pocket.

At this moment, the director and actor of this D-type script actually seem to have the determination and awareness of the top crew.

……

On the other side, Xu Mu and Xie Chen had a supper together and returned to the apartment.

Because there may be a scene tomorrow, Xie Chen did not let Xu Mu drink, but went back to his house with a case of beer.

After returning to room 502 and closing the door, Xu Mu felt a strong tiredness.

"This artist is not so easy to be."

After changing his shoes, Xu Mu lay down on the sofa and was dizzy for a while, recalling everything today.

It was the first day he had crossed over.

I feel a little fulfilled inexplicably.

submitted a song and filmed.

By the way, I even contributed a song.

Xu Mu got up and turned on the computer.

First-time contributors are like this, and they can't help but look at the background news.

Climbed on the Seller website and looked at his backstage, but there was no news.

Xu Mu simply browsed the forum section again.

Ooh~

At night, the forum is very lively.

As soon as it was refreshed, seven or eight new posts appeared.

Maybe it's all night owls who do art.

Xu Mubai looked bored.

Suddenly, he saw a post.

Qiming Entertainment Xie Chen (three minutes ago): "Big guys, is there any kind of song that does not require high singing skills!" The next artist under his hand wants it, and the price is negotiable. I, an artist, was delayed a few years ago because of some things, but in fact, I have a good voice, and I am obedient, so I let the bigwigs adjust it casually. ”

Brother Chen asked for a song on the forum.

And looking at this description, it seems like me?

Is it because I mentioned today that I want to write a song?

Xu Mu clicked in, and someone below was already replying.

"Brother, don't be a singer if your singing skills are not high, now all walks of life are very powerful, it is better to ask someone to practice singing skills when you have this time."

Tianxing Entertainment Shao Kun: "Brother Chen, drink again, I know who you are talking about, I know his singing skills, but I can't sing." ”

A bunch of replies downstairs.

"Who, who."

"This man will definitely make you laugh when he says it."

A second later, Xie Chen deleted the post.

Xu Mu sighed.

Xie Chen is really good to him, but it's a pity that his current singing skills are really not good.

"Forget it, or you have the opportunity to practice your voice."

Half an hour later, Xu Mu lay on the bed and fell asleep.

And in Jingzhou, thousands of miles away, the people in the "Ask Gu" program team haven't slept yet.

In the conference room of the "Ask the Ancients" program group, three people yawned and began to screen the submissions in the past few days.

The leader is an old man in his fifties, named Meng Xiyan, who is responsible for the song collection of the "Ask the Ancients" program group.

Next to him, a man and a woman, both of whom were his students.

At this moment, the three of them are looking at the submissions one by one.

"Teacher, now that the manuscripts are getting fewer and fewer, I guess they are almost saturated." The schoolgirl asked.

"Well, and the quality is getting worse."

Today they have watched more than a dozen songs, and none of them have caught their eye.

"Teacher, teacher, look at this one, there is also rap." The male student suddenly said excitedly.

"Oh? Ancient poetry rap? ”

"I'll read you the lyrics." The schoolboy cleared his throat.

"Watch the sunset slowly disappear along the valley, and watch the Yellow River surging towards the sea!"

"I want to see the scenery farther away, so I look around, and keep climbing towards the top, I get stronger."

At first, Meng Xiyan was still a little interested, but then he became interested.

"It's a mediocre word, nothing special."

"Teacher, guess what's the name of this song?" The male student held back a smile from his lips.

"It's called "Climbing the Stork's Tower"!" The male student finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"This lyric is to translate the 20 words of 'the sun is at the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea, you want to be poor for thousands of miles, and go to the next level' into vernacular and rhyme!"

"What nonsense!" Meng Xi glared at the student angrily.

Isn't this just mixing the things of the ancestors with some boiled water?

Although this word is not bad, it does not meet the requirements of "Asking the Ancients".

As he spoke, he clicked on the next submission.

"Acacia"

Lyrics, Fool.

Compose, Fool.

"Acacia, Acacia again, a lyric poetry section, out of ten submissions, five songs are called Acacia."

"Also, what is the pen name of the Fool?"

Then, Meng Xiyan clicked on the accompaniment and looked at the score and lyrics at the same time.