The light tubes are bright and the walls are white.

On the TV in the living room, the romance drama seemed to have reached a critical moment, and the male and female protagonists roared at each other loudly.

Li Qian lay on the bed with his head in his hands, staring at the snow-white roof, but his eyes were unfocused.

He is distracted.

It has been almost a week since he came to this time and space. To be honest, he felt that there was no difficult place to adapt to himself. He was not dissatisfied, nervous, afraid, or fearful, or even negative emotions such as the next few decades that he would live in this world.

He knew that compared to the original residents of this world, he had an unimaginable advantage - it was the most important creation of countless musicians, artists, writers, singers, screenwriters, directors, actors, etc. in another time and space, the most important creation of the top literary and artistic elites in the human world over decades, hundreds of years or even hundreds of years.

The stories, texts, pictures, notes, sounds, eyes... they are artistic masterpieces that are not at all inferior to all the works of art in today's era. It can even be said that they are all treasures of art!

But they have never appeared in this world, and they are only known and mastered by themselves.

But, what should I do?

Yes, he has a perfect family, loves his parents, a stable residence, the stable family income that his parents can provide, and a harmonious family atmosphere... These are extremely important to Li Qian. He ignored it for more than 30 years in his last life, and it was not until the last two years that he gradually began to reminisce about it. He found that these things are extremely important, but they are bound by mundane things and cannot return to.

He attaches great importance to and cherishes this family very much.

However, his life certainly cannot have only these things, what he wants is more and bigger. But in this life, he already knows that some things cannot, cannot be replaced, and must be cherished. Therefore, he will no longer abandon the warmth for the so-called artistic pursuit.

So, what should he do?

How should he turn this huge advantage that is currently only in his mind into reality?

He came up with records, he came up with many records, and he wanted to present the moving and wonderful notes in his mind, those joyful, pleasant, or sad, compassionate rhythms, and those wonderful lyrics, to people in this world to see and to them.

He wants to make movies, be an actor, a screenwriter, or a director. He wants to restore all the wonderful stories he knows, sees, and the moving emotions he has. He even wants to correct all the shortcomings of criticizing those works after they are filmed, so that they can appear in front of everyone in this world with a more perfect image, so that they can be happy, praised, and shed tears for it.

Even, he wanted to write a book, he wanted to become a writer. This time, not only did he read in his previous life, but he felt that he had a lot of things he wanted to say and many stories he wanted to tell...

But, what should he do?

Releasing records, making movies, writing... Everything is extremely beautiful, but everything is so far away.

If you want to release a record, then the first thing is that a record company is willing to sign a contract with you and willing to spend money on you... So, are you the champion of the singer competition? So, have you proved yourself somewhere else? Or, is there any big shot who is optimistic about you and willing to support you?

OK, if not, then why should I spend money on you to record?

You said you have a good voice?

Please, people with certain musical talents and voice talents have good voices after systematic training. Those newcomers are lined up to sign a contract! Who are you?

You said you have creative talent?

Well, this is pretty good, and it can even be said to be a huge advantage. There are so many people who can sing in the music circle, and there are only a limited number of people who can write songs. However, please note that you can either just write a song or fill in lyrics or songs, and you can use it!

You said your song is good?

Please, the market has agreed that that is really good. If you haven’t experienced the market verification, who dares to say that your song will definitely become popular?

There are some people in this circle, either composers or producers, who are shockingly accurate in the trend of the market. They can always create some songs or albums that are widely sung and of course they will also sell well in the record. As long as they are attracted by them, they can almost reach the top in one step... But, how many people can there be such people in the entire circle? Every day, every moment, every moment, how many people are staring at them, trying to get close to them?

Can you reach it?

So... the question is back to the origin, why do you make a record?

As for making movies... OK, maybe ordinary people will say, you are handsome, so of course you can act in movies!

Nonsense!

Li Qian spent many years in the circle in his previous life. He knew deeply that being handsome is really nothing to do with being an actor! Similarly, during the art exam every year, there are crowds of test sites, and they are all handsome men and beautiful women. But in the end, if you can stand together and compare you, you will find that those who are actually admitted are often not so beautiful, at least not the most beautiful.

Therefore, it is difficult to release a record, and it is also difficult to act in a movie.

On the contrary, when writing, you can write things slowly to try it out, but obviously, that is not what Li Qian is most urgent to do.

…………

Li Qian suddenly withdrew his gaze, then a carp thrust out of bed, pulled over the chair and sat down, took a piece of white paper, thought for a while, then picked up the pen and wrote four words on it: Short-term goals.

Then, he wrote below—

1. Study hard, improve every day, and at least go to Beijing for the exam;

2. Practice basic skills, guitar, and singing skills every day;

3. During the summer vacation, you have to go to a bar for an interview. You must strive to become a resident singer. At least you must succeed in one person. Use live resident singers to hone your ability to control the voice and control the scene;

4. In college, you should go to an art school and learn performances, and strive to continue to be classmates with Xiaolu.

After writing, he read it carefully again, recited it silently, then reached out and rubbed it, directly kneaded the paper into a ball of paper and threw it into the garbage can.

Then, let's get started!

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At 8:30 pm, the rooftop platform.

Li Qian went upstairs and when he arrived at the rooftop, he saw Wang Jinglu lying on the protective wall again in a daze.

"Hey, I'm talking about beauty, can you always stop sending text messages in the future? At least you type a word. If not, just send a letter. Otherwise, you can send a number!"

Wang Jinglu turned her head to look at him, then turned around and continued to look into the distance without any expression.

This is obviously a bad mood.

"There was no fight on the fifth floor opposite today, it was so boring!" Li Qian said.

Wang Jinglu continued to remain silent.

So Li Qian also fell silent.

It took him a while before he touched Wang Jinglu's elbow and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Wang Jinglu turned her head to look at him, looking like she was reluctant to say anything, but in the end, she just said, "It's okay, I'm just a little... I'm in a bad mood. I don't know what's wrong."

Li Qian was stunned for a moment, his eyelids twitched a few times, and he said in a tone: "This kind of thing... isn't it good for you to communicate with me? You seem to be talking to your mother?"

Wang Jinglu was startled when she heard this, and stared at him with wide eyes, "How do you... know?"

Today, she asked Li Qian to come up. She really wanted to say something, but for some reason, when she saw Li Qian, she didn't want to say it: After all, it was just her own guess. The child of an old friend in business came back from studying abroad and went to visit her home. What's the matter? She didn't say anything, so she took it out and said, what if there was nothing, it would be so embarrassing? It seemed like she was self-indulgent!

But...how did Li Qian know?

Li Qian was stunned for a moment, "Why don't I know? You have this expression, and you are in a bad mood and what... Well, I know, girls always have a few days a month..."

Wang Jinglu suddenly widened her eyes, and her eyes were in a trance for a moment.

Then, when she came to her senses, her face turned red!

She raised her legs and kicked Li Qian with a hateful look. She was ashamed and anxious as she didn't know how to explain, so she had to stamp her feet and say, "No!"

Li Qian spread his hands with a grievance, and only a few days later, he was hit again.

Wang Jinglu looked at him resentfully, turned her head and stopped talking.

But I have to say that the little thing that was originally suppressed in my heart caused Li Qian to make such a fuss went away without realizing it.

So after a moment of silence, Wang Jinglu remembered the serious matter and said, "The monthly exam will be held next Thursday and Friday."

"Oh." Li Qian nodded absent-mindedly.

"You got 433 points last time." Wang Jinglu continued.

Li Qian suddenly felt a little excited and asked, "How many points are needed to enter the top 30?"

Among the short-term goals he just set, the first one is about learning, and the last one is about university. Therefore, this score issue is naturally unnecessarily neglected.

At this time, Wang Jinglu thought for a while and said, "Xiaoping, who sat behind me, seemed to have scored 518 points last time, and she was ranked 27th."

"Oh, that's 500 points." Li Qian knew it in his mind.

Wang Jinglu said: "If you fall into the bottom ten in the final exam, it will be the same as when you are in the first year of high school and the second year of high school, you will have to go to other ordinary classes... You are not required to get 500 points, just 480 points, and 480 points can probably stay in the class."

Li Qian said: "Hey, it's actually the same class I go to. Anyway, you're leaving..."

Wang Jinglu was a little shy and stopped talking.

Li Qian didn't pay attention to her, and didn't notice it, and calculated the scores on his own. "It's hard to say that Chinese scores are 90, 85 points are fine. History and philosophy are estimated to be 80 points. English, of course, I have been reading books recently, so even if one is 75 and one is 70, how much is this combined... It's only 390 points, and it's very stressful. Well, I'm trying to get 70 points in mathematics, but the problem is not too big. Mathematics in the second year of high school is not too difficult, but Russian... 60 points are really difficult!"

After all the calculations, Li Qian felt that he could get between 500 and 520 points, and was quite satisfied with the result. So he looked back at Wang Jinglu.

The pair of eyes behind the glasses blinked, she moved her gaze away, stopped looking at Li Qian, and whispered: "Or, I'll tell my sister that I... won't go to the capital?"

After a pause, she seemed to be afraid that Li Qian would misunderstand something, so she explained: "I mean, I mean... If I don't go to Beijing during the summer vacation, I can give you a tutoring for Russian. You are the worst Russian!"

Li Qian blinked and said nothing.

Wang Jinglu looked back at him and calculated carefully for him with her fingers, "You scored 91 points in Chinese last time, Mathematics 43, English 61, Russian 52, History 70, Philosophy 67, Natural 49... According to your own calculations, do you think you can make progress so fast?"

Li Qian was stunned for a moment. He couldn't say: I had a good academic performance in my previous life. Except for Russian, I had never been exposed to it in my previous life. I could only eat the old foundation of this life. After a little review, I wouldn't have been too bad for the exam...

"You remember it very clearly, I forgot it myself..." he said.

"You just don't take everything seriously..." she said.

"I must be serious this time. Actually, I have been working very hard in the past few days..." he said.

"I was peeking at me in class, and the teacher noticed that he still talked to the teacher. He was talking hard, saying that he worked very hard?" she said.

This is indisputable. Li Qian thought about it and lowered his head.
To be continued...