This star is from the earth

Han Jue is not interested in Zhang Zishang's psychological shadow on nursery rhymes.

Han Jue slightly moved his chair back a bit, spread out the folders on the screen in front of Zhang Zishang, showed Zhang Zishang enough, and said, "Then you are going to choose the ones that are required for singing skills. Not so high, such as the one I just wrote. I still have to choose a few other songs, the rhythm is not fast, the atmosphere is relaxed, but the singing skills are high. These songs are here, and you have the right to choose, you choose yourself.”

Zhang Zishang sucked in the air-conditioning and leaned forward, looking at the screen was very painful. As sweet as this pain may seem, it is still pain.

"Ms. Han...is there nothing else besides these?" Zhang Zishang laughed a few times, shamelessly begging for more choices.

"What?" Han Jue raised his eyebrows.

"I saw just now, isn't your file folder [average difficulty]?" Zhang Zishang tried his best to put on a simple and honest look, "Then there should be [easy difficulty]. Or, let's look at [easy difficulty] first?"

Han Jue didn't say anything after hearing this, but just moved back the [Suitable for Zhang Zishang] folder with a half-smile, and backed it to [Normal Difficulty]. Then back off again.

Zhang Zishang leaned over to look, and saw four categories: [general difficulty], [somewhat difficult], [very difficult], and [can't sing].

"Ah..." Zhang Zishang blinked, feeling a little shocked.

But Zhang Zishang is very good at doing shows. After a second of frustration, he pointed at the screen for the sake of the camera and said with an exaggerated expression: "The songs just now are just [average difficulty]?! God! Teacher Han, can you Can't you let me listen to the song in this [Very Difficult]?"

"cannot."

"..." Zhang Zishang slid his fingers roundly, without changing his smile, "What about [somewhat difficult]?"

"No." In order to prevent Zhang Zishang from continuing to ask what songs are in [Can't Sing], Han Jue said straight ahead before Zhang Zishang opened his mouth: "[Can't Sing] can't either."

Zhang Zishang turned the words around in his mouth, but finally he could only swallow them back.

But this has no effect on the show, so Zhang Zishang imitated Huang Jin and Luo Peiqi's appearance in the show, and wanted to hug Han Jue's thigh.

But when Zhang Zishang opened his arms and was about to rush over, he raised his head and saw Han Jue's calm and disgusted eyes. Zhang Zishang came to his senses in an instant, and realized that he had once again made a habit of being complacent in front of the big devil, so he obediently sat back on the bench, with his knees together, and his hands resting firmly on his knees.

"Young people, don't be so ambitious." Han Jue da da double-clicked to return to [Suitable for Zhang Zishang], and said to Zhang Zishang: "Hurry up and choose one, I can go to eat after I finish it."

Zhang Zishang nodded obediently, obediently tangled.

Han Jue saw that Zhang Zishang was still struggling, so he kicked his foot and slid to the side, making way for Zhang Zishang to listen to the dozen or so songs repeatedly, and then make a decision after listening.

Zhang Zishang sat in front of the computer with a half-crying half-smile, and clicked on one by one to listen.

These songs are still rough [demos], but no matter the lyrics, arrangement, or singing, the degree of completion is surprisingly high, and it can almost be listened to as a version 1.0.

They didn't know that this was what Han Jue sang for himself in the past, so even if it was a [demo], he took it very seriously.

Zhang Zishang listened to one piece of music after another, a smirk appeared on his face for a while, and pain and entanglement appeared on his face for a while, he didn't intend to be funny but he was very funny.

Also listened to all the dozens of songs, as well as the director, screenwriter and other related staff downstairs.

[Tsk tsk tsk, big money, really extravagant. 】The editor and director can already predict that when these clips are broadcast today, no matter whether they are in the industry or outside the industry, they will pay considerable attention to Han Jue.

The director sighed slightly. At the meeting of the director group discussing "whether to invite Han Jue to the concert special", she voted "not recommended" because she thought that Han Jue was not competitive enough compared to other musicians (except Zhang Yi Man, Zhang Yiman is backed by the entire [Aidu], it cannot be compared). Now seeing Han Jue's "extraordinary", good songs are put out one by one like selling Chinese cabbage, the director has to admire the director's vision. At the same time, I also admire Zhang Zishang's luck, and even more admire Han Jue's talent.

Compared to other people, Xiao Zhou was already prepared for Han Jue's [high-yield] [high-quality] creations. Not only did he have no reaction on his face, but he also felt that these people had never seen the world.

On the contrary, Guan Yi stood in the corner again, and began to observe other people quietly.

Guan Yi saw that among the crowd present, the people from [Blue Whale Entertainment] were the most shocked. Especially the [Miracle Boy] manager who knew about Han Jue's past.

Seeing Han Jue release one good song after another before, the manager's mood is quite complicated. He was able to become the general manager of [Miracle Boy], leading this popular young group activity, which is enough to show that while he is capable, he is also very old in [Blue Whale]. Of course he knew Han Jue. It is because of the acquaintance that the mood is complicated.

Seeing Han Jue writing a song is as simple as eating and drinking. Apart from lamenting the impermanence of the world, the manager didn't know what else to lament.

In the production room, Zhang Zishang had listened to all the songs for a round, but he still couldn't decide which one to sing.

At the beginning, it was half-effective and half-sincere, wanting to listen to all the songs before making a decision, but after listening to them, he found that he liked every song!

Faced with these dozens of high-quality songs, Zhang Zishang felt that even the king of heaven and the queen of heaven might not be able to enjoy the treatment he is getting now.

[Even Teacher Zhang will be treated like this! 】Zhang Zishang is very inflated, he compares Zhang Yiman with himself.

[I knew that Mr. Han would handle everything from the beginning...] The more Zhang Zishang chooses, the more uncomfortable he becomes. Whichever capital he wants to sing, which capital he is reluctant to miss.

Han Jue asked the cameraman if he wanted to take a break, but the cameraman smiled and shook his head politely. Then Han Jue went to the kitchen, ground another cup of coffee for himself, and added new tea for Zhang Zishang.

When he came back, Han Jue saw that Zhang Zishang was still struggling.

Human beings are always difficult to choose by their own strength.

Han Jue sipped his coffee, and then stopped Zhang Zishang, who was about to fall into anxiety, in a gap between music switching.

"Stop." Han Jue put down his coffee and patted Zhang Zishang on the shoulder.

Zhang Zishang let out a long breath and turned to look at Han Jue.

Han Jue said: "It's not an option for you to pick and choose like this. Turn down the sound of the music and let's talk."

"Let's talk" made Zhang Zishang more relaxed than "Let's talk".

Zhang Zishang turned down the music and used it as background music. Then he turned around and sat opposite Han Jue.

The deep space, with faint background music, although there are two men, it is also suitable for talking about some deep things.

Han Jue said: "Do you still remember, what purpose do you hope to achieve after singing this [concert special]? Or, in other words, what kind of effect."

"I remember." Zhang Zishang nodded. He can still remember the [requirement] that he came up with on the spot.

Zhang Zishang recalled it for a while, then gestured with both hands and said, "I want to leave a deeper impression on the audience after singing."

Han Jue let out a [hmm], and then asked, "Why do you want to impress the audience?"

"Because..." Zhang Zishang frowned and pursed his lips hesitantly.

Han Jue held a coffee cup and drank quietly without urging him.

Zhang Zishang hesitated and said, "Because I don't want to be regarded as an idol..."

"I'm not bragging, I'm just curious, isn't it good to be an idol artist? If you don't want to be an idol artist, why didn't you become an actor or a variety artist from the beginning?"

"It's not that being an idol is bad, it's just..." Zhang Zishang tried his best to say something, but in the end he summed it up in a thousand words: "It's just that I don't want to be treated as a label. I want to show myself."

"[Self]," Han Jue nodded, instead of laughing at Zhang Zishang, he chewed on these two words and asked, "What is your self?"

"Just live like yourself."

"What counts as yourself? How do you know if your [self] is what others want you to be?"

Zhang Zishang opened his mouth slightly, unable to speak.

Han Jue continued: "[Self], you can't think you have to have it just because others are talking about it. [Self] is not for everyone. By saying this, I am not belittling those who pursue [self] people. But people who want to live out their [self] need to express something, and this thing has to appear concretely.”

"But you don't have anything to express now, which makes it hard for me to believe that you really want to show your [self]." Han Jue's last sentence directly made Zhang Zishang's mind go blank.

Zhang Zishang felt very uncomfortable after hearing Han Jue's words. He wanted to refute Han Jue's words with his own strength, but after thinking about it, he couldn't refute it.

"If you can't pick them out now, it doesn't matter. Our progress is definitely faster than other groups. Just pick them out before entering the recording studio to record songs."

Han Jue said,

"Since you don't trust your intuition anymore, don't make a forced choice. When you go back today, you can think carefully about what effect you want to achieve after singing. If you still want to show [self], then you should think about your What is your [self] like? What do you really want to pursue. I welcome you to slap me in the face next time. But it doesn’t matter if you can’t think of it, don’t force it, you still have a long time to think about it .Then if you don’t show yourself, just take it as if you have a chance to share songs, which song do you most want to share with the audience on stage. Go back and think about it.”

Zhang Zishang was silent for a long time before nodding.

"It's already three o'clock," Han Jue looked at his watch, no wonder he felt very hungry. Then Han Jue followed his hospitality habits and asked Zhang Zishang, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Ah?" Zhang Zishang didn't react.

"Food, did you eat before coming here?"

"Food? Haven't eaten yet." Zhang Zishang answered hastily.

"Then I'm going to cook. Are you eating here, or going to eat with your manager after it's over?" Han Jue put the cat on the ground and cleaned up the coffee cups on the table.

Zhang Zishang blanked his head for two seconds, then said mysteriously, "Then... I will trouble Mr. Han."

"Okay," Han Jue nodded, and walked out of the production room, "Can you eat fried rice?"

"Can, can, can."

...

...

When Zhang Zishang came out of the "devil's lair" safe and sound, looking at the empty elevators and corridors, he was no longer as frightened as he was when he came.

I don't know if this has something to do with the warmer color of the afternoon sun.

The agent came out at this time and said, "Look."

Zhang Zishang looked puzzled, and he didn't know what the manager asked him to watch.

"After I come, Han Jue won't dare to bully you anymore, right?" The manager's thin body bears a thick skin.

Zhang Zishang rolled his eyes, not wanting to talk to this brazen man.

After bidding farewell to the director and the others, Zhang Zishang and his manager boarded the car back to the dormitory.

"How about the fried rice? Seeing that you ate a lot, is it really delicious or the effect of the show?"

"No." Zhang Zishang rubbed his belly: "I'm too hungry."

After the manager made a joke, he asked tentatively, "What did Han Jue say in the end?"

Looking out the window, Zhang Zishang fell into deep thought, and said in a light tone, "Mr. Han asked me to go back and think about what I'm going to sing..."

"That's fine, the company will also discuss it for your reference." The manager glanced at Zhang Zishang out of the corner of his eye, "Did Han Jue copy those songs to you?"

Zhang Zishang's eyes were fixed.

He looked out of the window without moving.

"No, the song that Mr. Han said he would never forget is the one I like the most. I will sing it when the time comes." Zhang Zishang said.

The manager sitting in front nodded and changed the subject. Zhang Zishang answered the conversation intermittently.

The manager suddenly asked: "By the way, how much of those tunes do you remember?"

Zhang Zishang lowered his eyes and said, "I don't remember much, I just read the lyrics."

"That's it."

"Well," Zhang Zishang turned his head, looked at the rolling clouds in the sky, and said, "The lyrics of Mr. Han's songs are pretty good, so..."

Zhang Zishang stopped suddenly while talking.

"What's wrong?" the agent asked back.

Zhang Zishang reacted very quickly, shook his head, and said, "I just forgot to ask the director when the next recording is."

"It should be recorded in a few days. You and Han Jue's group recorded this episode quite late, so the next recording session is closer..."

The agent said on the other end, but Zhang Zishang was experiencing what he suddenly thought of just now.

He suddenly realized just now - since he got in the car, he has been calling Han Jue "Teacher Han".

[Teacher Han? 】

Looking at the scenery flashing by outside the window, Zhang Zishang recalled the dream in the morning, and the Han Jue he saw and felt just now.

sighed.

【Obviously the big devil came...】

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