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Qiao Jing felt a little confused.

Not to mention that he has never written lyrics, the point is, why do you want him?

He asked the other party this question, and the representative replied sincerely: "Because all countries are facing crisis at present, the United Nations believes that some incentives are needed to help mankind overcome difficulties, and music has no borders. When discussing the title of the song, everyone agreed I don't think there could be a more appropriate title than "Song of the Earth."

"But……"

Qiao Jing was still a little confused.

The representative saw his embarrassment, and soon sent another message: "At present, Ludwig, an internationally renowned composer, has been invited to compose this song. As the author of "Song of the Earth", we believe that You must be the best person to write lyrics for it."

Now that the conversation has come to this point, Qiao Jing can only nod in response.

But he still confessed: "I have never written lyrics. If you think it is not good, please ask someone more professional to write it."

The representative was overjoyed: "Where, you are humble! Since you agreed, we will wait for the good news here!"

He was satisfied, but Qiao Jing began to worry.

If it's writing an article, he doesn't care about the subject matter or genre, but as we all know, there is no limit to the subject matter of the composition for the college entrance examination, except poetry——

Therefore, writing lyrics for songs is really a new field for Qiao Jing.

But Qiao Jing's character is to do what he promised. It's best not to guarantee it, but he must try his best to do it to the extreme.So he downloaded a bunch of relevant materials from 008's database to read, but felt dissatisfied, and wanted to find a teacher who really knew how to teach him.

He is very clear that some knowledge cannot be comprehended by books alone.

But who to turn to?

The first person Qiao Jing thought of was his father.

With Qiao Cunzhi's network, it is estimated that Qiao Jing can find the most famous lyricist in China as a teacher for free lessons.But Qiao Jing really didn't want to trouble the old man, because it would be too obvious, and Qiao Cunzhi would definitely be suspicious—why did the United Nations invite Yan Heqing to write lyrics, and his son who also wrote essays wanted to learn art from a teacher?

...is simply self-inflicted.

And after Qiao Cunzhi is excluded, those around him who might know the lyricist are only left...

"Want to meet the lyricist?" Jing Xinglan raised his eyebrows in surprise after hearing Qiao Jing's request, "Yes, but can I ask why?"

"Because Yan Heqing said that I hope to write the lyrics for the theme song of "Song of the Earth 2"." Qiao Jing said the reason that he had thought of long ago without blinking.

Hearing this, Jing Xinglan's expression was a bit weird: "The question is, the first part hasn't been filmed yet, right?"

"Well, so I have to study in advance and plan ahead."

Qiao Jing looked at him seriously.

Jing Xinglan was a little bit so cute by his appearance, the man coughed, and looked away deliberately: "Then... well, in fact, Xinglan Entertainment has related training courses, and its creative artists are free. I will teach juniors. For you, this should be easier than one-on-one teaching, right?"

Qiao Jing's eyes lit up.

He was very grateful to Jing Xinglan for his help, but after Qiao Jing thought about it, he seemed to have nothing to repay him.

Jing Xinglan usually takes care of him for three meals a day, and the other party is not short of money. After thinking about it, Qiao Jing feels that there is only one thing he can do?

"That interstellar martial arts article," he asked in a low voice, "do you still want to read the next episode?"

Jing Xinglan's slender fingers on the sofa moved imperceptibly, but his expression did not show any change. He still asked Qiao Jing with a smile, "Are you planning to write a custom essay for me, Teacher Qiao?"

"...That's right."

Probably because he didn't expect to hear an affirmative answer from Qiao Jing, the smile on Jing Xinglan's face gradually faded.

As a reader, he knew the value of Qiao Jing's words very well. If the copyright was counted, he could easily earn thousands of yuan for every word he typed.Even if the contract with Xingchen.com has been terminated, with Jinghuashuiyue's reputation in the Internet literary world, no matter which website it is, it will definitely welcome him and sign the highest standard contract with him.

But Qiao Jing didn't have any plans to come back. Instead, he just stayed at home and wrote a free custom essay for him with peace of mind...

The more Jing Xinglan thought about it, the more moved she became, and a feeling of "love my concubine" reassured me that I would go out to support my family and build a world for you.

"I……"

"What about me?" Qiao Jing looked at him suspiciously as he suddenly stood up from the sofa, clenched his fists, as if he had been greatly inspired.

Jing Xinglan took a deep breath.

"I'm going to cook." He said forcefully.

Qiao Jing: "..."

It's just cooking, why make it like going to a fight?

With the help of Jing Xinglan, Qiao Jing took the magnetic card to enter the company building to report to the training class early the next morning.

Although Jing Xinglan wanted to send him off, Qiao Jing didn't want to attract attention on the first day of class, so he firmly rejected him.

This is a small class, and there are only twelve seats in the classroom.

Jing Xinglan, who has visited several times, told him that he is often dissatisfied with sitting like this, because most of the singers these days are idols or actors who cross the border to mix titles, and they basically record directly with ready-made songs prepared by the company. There are very few talented singer-songwriters.

Qiao Jing was the first to come. Seeing that neither the teacher nor the other students had arrived, he chose a seat in the back row by the wall and sat down.

In his high school experience, people who sat in this area were less often called on, which was very reassuring.

Because he was reading late last night, Qiao Jing yawned big as soon as he sat down.

The black-haired young man blinked sleepily twice, and decided to sleep on the table while no one was around.

After half an hour.

"Let me tell you, Actor Li is really approachable. I met him twice on the set, and he actually remembered my name! He even greeted me with a smile..."

"Really? Did you take a photo with him?"

"Of course." The young man with trendy red hair sat in his seat, surrounded by trainees listening to him, "here, look, is he handsome?"

He clicked on the photo album on his phone and proudly showed off to the people around him.

A neutral voice interjected: "That's it, it's still a bit worse than Best Actor Li."

Hearing the words, the red-haired young man narrowed his eyes in annoyance, stared at the man and sarcastically said: "Senior Chang, if when did you learn to speak, then you are not far from being famous."

Chang Lin twitched the corner of his mouth, but he was not angry.

He's just a brat who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. He feels that even being angry with the other party is worthless.

"You'd better make your debut first." He said lightly, shrugged boringly under the stare of the red-haired young man, and looked away, only to see Qiao Jing lying on the table just waking up.

"It's you!?"

Chang Lin stood up from his seat at once.

He strode up to Qiao Jing, showed a bright smile, and asked politely in the tone he used to talk to seniors: "Are you also here to attend classes? Did Boss Jing help arrange it?"

"Yes, yes," Qiao Jing tried to lean back, he was not used to Chang Lin's overly enthusiastic way of greeting, and the distance was too close, "But aren't you... from OM Company? ?”

Why did you come to Xinglan Entertainment?

"Oh, this class is jointly organized by Xinglan Entertainment and OM Company, but it's just that the class is held here." Only then did Chang Lin notice Qiao Jing's hard work, he smiled awkwardly, and stepped back. Half a step left a space for the young man to breathe, "The teacher of this class is Ding Xiao, you should know Ding Xiao, right?"

Of course Qiao Jing knew.

But before he could say anything, the red-haired young man who had been ignored by Chang Lin since just now couldn't help it, and walked over with one hand in his pocket: "Senior, why don't you introduce me? This one is a little strange Ah, but looking at Senior Chang's respectful appearance, is it possible that he is still Senior's Senior?"

He deliberately bit down on the word "respectfully", and deliberately glanced at Chang Lin provocatively.

Chang Lin looked at him, and his tone suddenly became cold: "Young man, since you haven't debuted yet, don't be too crazy."

The red-haired young man was annoyed: "I know I haven't debuted yet, and the senior is only a few years older than me. As for emphasizing it so repeatedly? Or is it that you have nothing else to teach me besides your qualifications?"

The two stood next to Qiao Jing's seat, one with a frosty face and the other rebellious, both wearing brand-name clothes that ordinary people can't afford with a monthly salary, and even the accessories are the latest models that have just been released, colorful Jingling, like two Christmas trees, one red and one green.

"that……"

Qiao Jing made a weak voice: "Can you guys stop staying with me?... If there is a fight, the upstairs is the dance practice room."

As a social fear, he has serious hipster phobia.

The seat against the wall that he had chosen so much before made him nowhere to escape, because the only way out in front of him was blocked by these two people, and the young men and women staring at them not far away were all dressed in cool fashion Qiao Jing, who came to class in a white sweater with no makeup, looked like a small cabbage in clear soup.

"It's class, what are you doing?"

In the end, it was Ding Xiao who just walked into the classroom at this time and saved him.

The red-haired young man glared at Chang Lin unwillingly, and returned to his seat. Chang Lin also gave Qiao Jing an apologetic look and sat back in his seat.Ding Xiao glanced at them calmly, and his gaze stayed for a second on Qiao Jing who had been specially greeted by the foreground to take good care of him, and then he put the notebook he brought on the podium as if nothing had happened.

"Today let's talk about the rhythm of the lyrics..."

A class is only one hour in total, but it is something that can be met but not sought after for a singer and songwriter like Ding Xiao who has already become famous in the entertainment circle to teach students.This time, Ding Xiao deliberately gave up his rest time and came to the company to teach them because of the face of the boss.

After one class, Qiao Jing learned a lot.

He is actually the kind of person who likes input more than output. Although Qiao Jing thinks his level is not bad in terms of writing, if he wants to write lyrics across different industries, his literary quality must be better than most of the people on the market. , nonsensical so-called "archaic" and "love" lyrics are much stronger. These things that Dante talked about with a smile still inspire him a lot.

Especially his sentence "Don't write the lyrics as modern poems, the two are still fundamentally different", which made Qiao Jing enlightened.

No wonder he filled in the lyrics he had written in the past two days into the melody, no matter how he sang it, he felt a little twisted.

It was for this reason!

Before Ding Xiao could finish class, Qiao Jing lowered his head and began to write quickly in his notebook. The originally pale cheeks of the black-haired young man turned a faint blush because of excitement, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood. The eyes are glowing.

He knows how to write this "Earth Song"!