Fall in love even with low EQ [Quick Transmigration]

Zhan Jun held a small notebook in his hand seriously, took off his 3D glasses every time he bowed his head to record, and carefully wrote a few strokes with his mobile phone.Feng Wu, who sat cross-legged on the chair next to him, curled his mouth, glanced at it from time to time, and hummed a melody occasionally.

A mini theater that will seat five people will look like play.

Finally, the film ended and the lights were turned on, but Zhan Jun listened carefully to the end of the ending song before putting down his pen. He turned his head hopefully and handed it to Feng Wu, saying: "Look at my thoughts. Yes, how do you feel, Ah Wu? "

"That's it." Feng Wu yawned, "It's the same as a proposition composition, boring."

Ah Hu looked at the two of them eagerly: "Can you write?"

Feng Wu grabbed the guitar next to the chair: "I can't do anything, the only difference is whether I like it or not."

Zhan Jun pouted his chin and said, "Although I have a general understanding of the content of this movie—"

"Those are useless." Feng Wu rolled his eyes, and began to tune the strings lovingly, "We're just doing the theme song, not the whole soundtrack."

"You really want to!" Ah Hu looked at him bitterly, "I can do it without practice, but you are doing it, sir!"

"But is that interesting?" Feng Wu tried a chord sequence, "I want to win the Golden Score Award Platinum Record, not the Best Soundtrack or Best Theme Song."

"It's all very well to be ambitious, but we've got to—"

"Alright Ah Jun, I'll be choked to death by you for three bowls of chicken soup every day." Feng Wu put down the guitar and said, "We've already wasted a lot of time. Is it really accumulating to be able to comfort ourselves every time?"

Zhan Jun's face froze, but he heard the door of the small projection room being pushed open.

"...There are additions, and the board of directors is very satisfied."

"The starting point is too low."

"It's because you're too demanding. Steady and steady—hey, catch the three cuties."

Both Zhan Jun and Ah Hu stood up nervously: "Mr. Ou, Mr. Hu."

Joe smiled and waved at them, while Ouyang Ting took out his pocket watch and glanced at them: "You should be receiving training from the company at this time."

"Yes, but we—"

"—I was inexplicably assigned to work on a theme song for a movie." Feng Wu just snorted, but Ah Hu jumped up and covered his mouth.

Joe rolled his eyes: "What a child, I don't understand Mr. Ou's painstaking efforts at all!"

"That's right! Seeing that Mr. Ou is so graceful, he must have cared for us badly!" Ahu quickly grinned with eight teeth.

Ouyang Ting turned his head and walked forward with an expression of "I don't want to talk to people with too low IQ": "Change another room."

Ah Hu hurriedly said: "Don't! President Ou, just stay here, we'll leave as soon as we run out! I won't disturb you!"

Joe shrugged: "Don't worry about it, they just happen to be together."

Zhan Jun was a little surprised, and was pulled by Joe to sit in the second seat on the right without asking.Looking at Joe with some anxiety, sitting on his right hand familiarly: "Mr. Hu?"

"Joe is fine. I like to be on the side." Joe adjusted the curvature of the back of the chair, smiled and lowered his voice, "In short, the farther away from Ou the better."

Zhan Jun laughed, Feng Wu looked at them speechless.Looking back, I found that Ouyang Ting had already sat in the middle seat quite naturally, and the unyielding Ahu had already rushed to sit in the far left seat.

——So the left hand side of sunglasses 246 is still empty!

——How blind is he that he didn't realize that there was a little master's guitar occupying the seat next to the chair? !

Ouyang Ting didn't say anything, just glanced at him.

The dark eyes whizzed past as if engulfed in cold air, Feng Wu shook his back, and finally came over reluctantly and sat down.

The second after turning off the lights, staring at what appeared on the screen, Feng Wu wanted to die.

——Is there any boss who plays music album MVs and live concerts (multiple compilations) on the big screen (even in the mini hall)? !

——What's even more hateful is that the boss even called the members of this group + the manager to watch it together!

It's a shame to play version 2.0.

While Feng Wu deeply felt the malice from the world, he sat up straight with his head held high.My heart said anyway, the young man has a good song, real gold is not afraid of red fires, and the smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys!Not convinced to fight!

Of course, the ancestors said: Know yourself and know the enemy, and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.While Ye Fengwu praises his music from the soul (song) moves the sky (song) and the earth (song), at the same time, he is also peeking at the person on the right.

Under the faint screen light, Ouyang Ting's side face showed no expression.

Without the shade of sunglasses, he could clearly see the long and narrow eyes under his eyebrows raised, his eyes were distant and indifferent, as if everything was the same, just a commodity for sale.The nose is straight and upright, casting changing shadows on the cheeks as the image changes.There is no beard, and at the moment that very (severe) thin lip is resting, and nothing difficult to deal with is said.

"It turns out that you also feel so bad that you can't see." The mouth suddenly moved, and the eyes slightly lowered and changed the direction of sight, "There is still hope."

Feng Wu was startled: "Karma?"

Those eyes gestured to the screen with a bit of cruel joking, Feng Wu subconsciously turned his head and muttered with a dark face: "That was when I was just planning to transform two years ago..."

"Clothes, make-up, even the whole look, and things that can only be called noise can be put together into one word." Ouyang Ting was a little disappointed, "garbage."

"What did you say?!" Feng Wu stretched out his hand to grab Ouyang Ting's collar.But he was restrained by the opponent's backhand and let out a curse.

The lights in the auditorium immediately turned on, and the picture on the screen paused.

Zhan Jun was frightened and wanted to get up subconsciously, but was held down by someone.Looking back, I saw Manager Hu with a very amiable smile on his face and mouth-shaped to him, "Don't-worry-worry".

"You have a good musical foundation and talent, but you squander it wantonly." Ouyang Ting raised his hand and straightened his tie, "It's not too much to show off your skills on a passionate stage like a concert, but as pop music, the popularity of singing Too low and it's a failure."

"I'm—"

"Don't talk about 'I'm an artist, Artist!' like Cao Bian. He has at least one Golden Wolf award for best director, how about you?"

"I--"

"Anti-academic?" Ouyang Ting glanced at the screen and shook his head, "Rock and roll is very different from that. But you are trying to break away from the field of folk songs, and you are moving towards the road of art rock? It's not psychedelic or country, with a bit of heavy metal Hilarious fail punk - are you talking in your sleep or just screaming on stage?"

Feng Wu paused for a moment, then heard Ouyang Ting continue: "You have wronged the elk by saying that the four are not the same, you are just noise. It's really hard for you to have music fans and fan clubs."

Feng Wu looked down at the mobile phone that Ouyang Ting put in front of him. The latest post of "Bad Wan National General Support Association" on it was the inner cover of "Seele", but the respondent chatted.Also the closest was published nine months ago.His heart ached, but he raised his face and said loudly: "I'm not trying to please them! Besides, I'm still growing, and I'll be even better in the future—"

"No one can guarantee the future. But why should the company pay for your growth and failure?"

Feng Wu's eyes widened, but he had nothing to say.

"The only thing to be commended is: you have a good-looking partner." Ouyang Ting's voice did not fluctuate, "and, you are still young."

"What the hell is this commendable?!" Feng Wu glared at him.

Ouyang Ting frowned, but turned his head to gesture to Zhan Jun on the other side: "Your acting skills in the MV are not bad, you are malleable, have you considered transformation?"

Zhan Jun was stunned for a moment, looking at Ouyang Ting's calm eyes and Feng Wu behind him with a face of anxiety, embarrassment and resentment, his mind was in a mess for an instant.

Joe got up with a laugh and said, "Actually, Mr. Ou, who took over from Best, has been paying attention to the company's musicians. He has quite high expectations for your combination—"

"Joe." Ouyang Ting glanced at him.

Joe trembled on purpose: "Don't scare me, I'm telling you, Ou, if you scare me like that again, I'll—"

Ouyang Ting raised his brows, which meant "you don't pretend to be X in front of your father at that level".

Joe let out a hey, pulled Zhan Jun up and ran out: "—I'll take Xiao Junjun away!"

Ah Hu looked around, and finally followed out with a sorry expression.

A mysterious silence filled the auditorium.

When Feng Wu was struggling to decide whether to punch the hateful and mean guy in front of him first, or to keep in mind that he still had nearly two years before his contract expired and he had to be patient, Ouyang Ting reached into his pocket and touched Take out a headset and pass it to him.

"What?!" Feng Wu glared at him.

Ouyang Ting pressed his head directly into one ear: "Shut up."

After a while, a burst of music came to my ears.

Feng Wu blinked, and after about 30 seconds, he consciously grabbed the other side and stuffed it.He tilted his head and pouted his chin, frowning and pursing his lips tightly.He was so unconsciously focused that he didn't notice that Ouyang Ting had been observing him.

The short black hair seems to have some natural curls, but it probably needs to be a little longer to be seen.The eyes that have always been rolling around because of wild thoughts are now looking at the carpet and blinking non-stop, with a black and bright look, which contrasts with the small mole at the end of the corner of the left eye...

Ouyang Ting squinted his eyes, it turned out that the mole he saw in the inappropriate close contact last time was actually real and not imaginary.

Hearing the third song, Feng Wu, who was already very involved, couldn't help but want to sit cross-legged on the chair like at home, but was kicked by Ouyang Ting seemingly inadvertently, so he put down his foot and continued in dismay.

Ouyang Ting withdrew his gaze, took out his mobile phone and sent a few text messages, and only curled his mouth to put it away when he received an affirmative reply.

"No more?" Feng Wu pouted and looked up at him.

Ouyang Ting seemed to be smiling, took out something from his pocket and threw it for him to get up and button the bottom button of his coat.

Feng Wu was taken aback for a moment, gloated and turned around in disbelief: "MP4? I thought it was some high-tech baby."

"Little." Ouyang Ting obviously paused, and added, "It's just right for you."

Feng Wu gritted his teeth and was about to repeat the cycle, when he heard that bastard sunglasses 246 say calmly: "Let's go."

"what?"

Ouyang Ting directly picked him up from the chair and dragged him away.

"My guitar—" Feng Wu hurriedly put away his things and shouted.

"We can't lose it in the company." Ouyang Ting had already carried him to the elevator on this floor.

"But—" Feng Wu was about to continue, but found that several company guys were looking at them and whispering, "Let me go first!"

"I lost the compensation." Ouyang Ting stood still and pressed the button, but let go.

Upon hearing this, Feng Wu's eyes lit up: "Really?! Then I want IBANEZ!!!"

"I thought you would choose Jackson." Ouyang Ting looked at him thoughtfully.

"That's because you don't have eyesight."

"So I should fire you." Ouyang Ting saw the elevator coming and went in.

Feng Wu, who was dumbfounded by the elevator door, had a face struck by lightning: "What?!"

Ouyang Ting sighed silently: "Come in."

Feng Wu raised his hand to block the elevator that was about to close, and said anxiously and anxiously: "You, you really plan to disband Bad Wan?"

Ouyang Ting glanced at his hand sideways: "I have this plan."

"No!" Feng Wu swallowed, "Even if I do something to you, you can't avenge yourself!"

"What did you do to me?" Ouyang Ting felt amused, "But obviously you are still a little self-conscious."

Feng Wu took a deep breath, looked at him as if he was dead, and said, "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Anything is fine?" Ouyang Ting raised his eyebrows.

"Everything is fine!" Feng Wu gritted his teeth.

Ouyang Ting suddenly laughed, took his hand and pinched the back of his neck and led him into the elevator, lightly swept the small group of onlookers who appeared outside at some point and said softly:

"Then follow me."