Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

As if in an unreal dream, the sun had just poked its head out, and the cold blue light penetrated through the gap in the curtains, reflecting in a pair of dazed eyes.

Fang Qingzhuo supported the edge of the bed and got up, pulled the dark curtains aside, looked at the early morning scene, and felt the relief and ease of being reborn spontaneously from the bottom of his heart.

He turned his head, and there were six notebooks on the computer table, stacked separately according to the color of the cover, and there were two neat piles.

...When is there an extra book?

Also, why are these notebooks here?

Pulling on the slippers and walking closer, Fang Qingzhuo opened it to check, his eyes froze for a moment.

The handwriting in the annotation below is iron painted with silver hooks, which is exactly the same as his.

Fang Qingzhuo's heart was shaken, and he took a closer look. The revision ideas written in the notebook coincided with his hazy and vague thoughts, which suited his own style and had a special meaning.

It seems that it really came from him.

But Fang Qingzhuo has no sense of participation or realism in the memory of the past month.

If he had revised these songs one by one after careful consideration, his memory should be particularly deep and clear, but every time he recalled the events of the previous month, it was like a layer of clouds and fog, unable to touch the real texture.

It can't be sleepwalking...

But where did someone sleepwalk to the major music award ceremonies?

Fang Qingzhuo was lost in thought, and pulled out the book whose cover was obviously different from the surrounding notebooks, and lifted the cover to reveal the title page.

Advanced singing notes... page1

World cutting-edge style... page56

Fang Qingzhuo then looked back, taking care of pitch accuracy, breathing, emotional adjustment, bass, treble... all aspects, pointing out his current problems to the nail on the nail.

The advanced notes of singing skills are written in detail, while the foreign cutting-edge style is written in a generalized way similar to the introduction. There is not much dry content in it, and only a few examples of songs are simply given, purely to attract his interest.

With these, many detours can be avoided.

Fang Qingzhuo held the notebook in a daze, carefully, for fear that it would slip from his hands, and slowly closed his eyes.

After the injustice was on his shoulders for a long time, fate saw him and gave him belated compensation.

Later, as the host at the GA Awards Ceremony said, Fang Qingzhuo successfully ranked among the world's top ten hall-level singers, and the veritable No. 1 in the Xia Guo music scene.

——He is the first Xia country singer to go on a world tour.

His fans are all over the world. During the first world tour, it was hard to get a ticket. The flames of enthusiasm burned all over the world. Tens of thousands of people waved fluorescent sticks under the stage. Under bright or dark lights, their eyes were glued to him It's hard to express that feeling in words.

This year, Fang Qingzhuo is 36 years old. This is the last stop of his second world tour. He is sitting in the backstage of the concert and preparing quietly, still holding the notebook in his hand.

Strange to say, after so long, this book has not turned yellow or old except for the creases accidentally made when turning the pages.

There were many fans who came to the scene, and they could feel their enthusiasm from the sound waves coming in through the crack of the door as far as the backstage.

Fang Qingzhuo looked at it seriously, without being affected at all.

Over the years, even though his reputation has remained high, Fang Qingzhuo is still unwilling to take on commercial performances and variety shows. Except for occasional trips or dinners with friends, he just stays at home and writes and polishes songs.

He already had no fewer than eight classic songs, and more and more people asked to buy singing and performance authorizations, leaving them to his assistants to handle according to the situation, and he was a cool and unrestrained shopkeeper.

Fang Qingzhuo knew in his heart that apart from his own strength, everything he had gained was inseparable from the Utopia.

Utopia stands out among the Xiaguo music software. It has strong financial resources and a complete range of songs. Most of the powerful singers gather here, surrounded by a hundred flowers in full bloom.

Do you still remember the saliva song that was popular three years ago?

Are you also troubled by not being able to find songs that shake your heart?

How many times can you loop Han Qisheng's adapted version of "Nirvana" single that has been hyped to the sky by marketing?

Do you feel that the self who listened to these songs in the past was mercilessly swallowed by the black hole of time?

But in Utopia, there is no need to worry about these issues. It presents the high-quality side of the music ecology. Recommendations and rankings are handled according to hard power and real data.

It spends billions of dollars each year to organize various activities. In terms of copyright purchases and station remuneration, it has given enough respect to powerful singers, so that they can get their due rewards, popularity and popularity without having to go to variety shows and online dramas to gain popularity. Time for yourself.

It is a true utopia in the music industry, and the aspiration of countless musicians.

Countless musicians have settled down in Utopia and regard it as a nest of peace of mind.

In recent years, the sudden emergence of kings, divas, and rookies who have become popular in Xia Kingdom and even the world are all from Utopia.

The number of users of various music software driven by bad money has decreased sharply, and the base camp for capital to act recklessly has easily collapsed.

At the same time, the earthquake in the music industry has also spread to other countries and the field of entertainment, and one after another is not unexpected.

No one knows that the source of all this is just a phone call ten years ago.

"This is the last stop, right? I can finally catch my breath. Once you sing "Enthronement", I will have to go to the guillotine. Even after dreaming back at midnight, my neck feels chilly."

Wearing a gorgeous robe, with a crown on his head and a scepter in his hand, a person pushed open the door and walked in. He sat down on the sofa next to Fang Qingzhuo and muttered.

Fang Qingzhuo regained his composure, thought for a while and said, "Okay, I happen to have a duet song on hand..."

Ji Lin alerted: "If you're recording an MV, what role am I?"

"Don't worry, there will definitely not be such a plot of going to the guillotine again. I will send it to you after I go back."

Responding suspiciously, Ji Lin shook his head and said with a smile, "I wanted to beat you up, but I didn't know you were so loyal. I'm really embarrassed."

Fang Qingzhuo smiled: "I think of the tour these days, and you are also part of the inspiration."

"Let's go, it's time to go on stage."

on the stage.

The civilians were all gray and white, and they sang calmly in the dark. The king, dressed in exquisite clothes, encouraged his subjects to break through the city gate, and walked up the steps proudly.

Then, the king stopped in front of the throne, sat down gracefully, and looked down upon his ecstatic subjects.

They seem to be the most loyal and passionate believers. Some pray like before the god statue, and some shout excitedly.

Finally, they rushed forward, took out the silver shackles hidden behind them, lowered their heads and grinned grimly, and put them on regardless of the king's struggle. Countless people cheered, applauded and whistled, and led him to the guillotine.

The poor people outside watched this scene coldly, always sober and calm, as if with a cold numbness, but also with a see-through sneer.

At this time, the lights turned to a bright red that indicated blood, and Fang Qingzhuo's figure appeared, separated by seven meters from the crazy crowd.

Looking down the stage, Fang Qingzhuo raised his brows slightly.

In the first row of the auditorium, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes face and fine lines at the corners of his peach blossom eyes was sitting there, his expression was filled with amazement, and when he saw him looking over, his face suddenly turned to the left.

It was Han Qisheng.

The king fell, the subjects were satisfied, and a new king was ushered in.

Fang Qingzhuo turned his head calmly, looked at the crowd behind him who were about to repeat history, and sang the last line of the lyrics that implied a metaphor.

"Just let me see

Who hides in the dark and sincerely slanders"

The people who once hid behind the Internet to get the navy off, and wantonly slandered him in fear, got backlash and fell from the highest place, and now they can only look up to him from below.

At the end of the concert, when going out for dinner with Fu Sixuan, Ji Lin and others, Fang Qingzhuo remembered the look he had seen from the stage, and casually asked about Han Qisheng's recent situation.

From that quick glance, it is not difficult to see that Han Qisheng has lived a miserable life these years. Since the court ruling on the plagiarism incident, Fang Qingzhuo has not paid much attention to this person, only occasionally heard someone mention it, saying yes I am in debt, and I can't pay it off for a lifetime.

Just now Fang Qingzhuo was tense all the time, worried that Han Qisheng would wait for an opportunity to retaliate, but the other party had no intention of making a move at all, so he couldn't help being a little puzzled, even if all these years had passed and the hatred was gone, how could Han Qisheng have the spare time and money to come to see his concert?

"Hey, you don't know," Fu Sixuan took a sip of his wine, and looked at Fang Qingzhuo in surprise, "Did Mr. Mu not tell you?"

Fang Qingzhuo waited suspiciously for his next words.

"Han Qisheng started about six years ago, and he has completely plunged into the center of the earth and withdrew from the entertainment circle. He was not a professional, but he was a resident singer in a small bar. Later, he may have used hard work in private Well, anyway, my singing skills have improved, so I passed the assessment of Utopia and became a resident singer, and it seems that I am going to develop in the singing circle."

"so."

Fang Qingzhuo nodded. Someone at the banquet was drinking and singing wildly. He laughed and leaned over to record, and then forgot about it.

After the last stop, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and finally they were able to drink freely, and it didn't take long for Fang Qingzhuo to get drunk too.

Walking slowly downstairs, the cold wind from a foreign country hit his face, he was a little sober, and the scene of "Nirvana" singing on the day of the awards ceremony unexpectedly appeared in his mind.

The young man in the high light is him, and he is not him.

The young man holds the microphone in his hand, looks straight ahead with his bright eyes, and raises his hand with a wanton and relaxed smile, which is dazzling.

Standing on the stage, he seemed to be standing in the center of the vortex, and the violent seawater flooded the top of his hair, making him suffocating.

The young man smiled and raised his arms easily.

The waves were rolling, and the tide rushed to his feet obediently.

Since then, no one has searched for the palace of art in a lifetime, but compromised with traffic, made concessions for capital, and spent a lifetime matching garbage.

A new golden age is coming.