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Han Jue heard the call from Guan Yi while running. Han Jue didn't want to answer it, but the music had stopped. It was uncomfortable to run with the ringtone of the phone and panic.

Han Jue could only walk down from the treadmill. He picked up the phone and the contact was still [number 7343]. [7343] was the last number of Guan Yi's mobile phone. Han Jue retained the little bad taste of his predecessor and did not change it to his name.

It feels like calling a labor camper.

"Hey." Han Jue answered the phone while gasping slightly.

"Are you exercising?" Guan Yi asked on the other end opposite.

"right."

"The teacher who teaches you how to rap has found you. I'll send you a text message later. You can come here alone. I'm already waiting for you."

"good."

"The other party is not very famous, but he is still very powerful." This is to suggest that Han Jue's attitude should be correct.

"Um."

"Also, your name is on the hot search of Weite. Whether to respond to it is up to you, but if you respond to fans, it is best to show it to me." Guan Yi said another thing.

Han Jue raised his eyebrows, a little confused about why he was on the hot search.

"Okay, understand."

Han Jue agreed with Guan Yi yesterday about the scope of the agent's responsibilities, and the public had to listen to the agent's responsibilities. So when he heard that he had to review it, he didn't think it was wrong. When he was a screenwriter in his previous life, he also dealt with celebrity agents and knew that part of the agent's responsibilities was to check for the missing stars, so he was not disgusted with the existence of the agent.

Han Jue hung up the phone and continued to exercise.

After taking a shower, I opened my phone and looked at Weite while eating breakfast.

After the last time I posted the photos of shopping, Han Jue never opened Weite. This time, the people who opened @ him were far more than the previous few times, with 582.

Many new fans have also been added and many more private messages have been added.

Han Jue was a person who felt uncomfortable if he saw red marks and did not click on them. Most of the people who clicked @ him came from the same place and were the official WeChat account of "Tucao Show".

Han Jue clicked on the promotional trailer video.

After watching it, I was also very moved that this program team is really good at creating suspense.

In fact, Han Jue had forgotten what he complained about that day, and he didn't think much about it, so in fact, Han Jue didn't know much about what Han Jue complained about on the show than ordinary netizens.

Many comments are filled with exclamation marks, making people feel very outgoing.

There is no doubt that netizens are generally looking forward to it.

Han Jue forwarded this micro-special and posted:

"Tell me a joke."

Han Jue doesn’t plan to respond to netizens’ comments, in his words, it’s [not worth it].

Han Jue slid on his private message, some of which were sighs from passers-by, [Why did it appear again.], [Have you not quit yet? Didn’t you agree to delete the account and exit Weite?]

There are also some fans of celebrities. Some celebrities are not the guests who recorded "Tucao Show" together at all. Why do these fans also attack themselves?

Han Jue just paid off his debts for his predecessor.

Han Jue was about to go out after breakfast and went to study according to the address sent by his agent.

Fortunately, the world's technological development is not behind, and there is also navigation. The navigation APP simply avoids Han Jue's exposure of local common sense.

Han Jue took the bus and arrived at a street. The bus was double-decker. If Han Jue had not taken the bus for the first time, he would have planned to take the bus for one day because of his serious business.

Han Jue got off the car and found that there were mostly beautiful handsome men and beautiful women on the street, but their dress was generally very simple, but the solid-colored T-shirts and vests highlighted the youth of boys and girls. Some girls were sweating and tired and carried a bag of drinks, while some were hurried alone and led a group of teenagers away.

There are some places where there are uneven numbers of girls, just as young as junior high school students. It doesn’t matter if they stand there. Whenever a teenager comes in and out of them, the girls around the door stare at them desperately, until they find that the boy in front of them can’t become the person they are looking forward to, and then let the teenagers go, one by one, and one by one, and one by one, gets together in groups of three or three.

The address on Han Jue's mobile phone shows that the place he was going was 50 meters ahead, and that was a building with 7 floors high, made of red bricks and large area of ​​glass. There were creepers outside the wall. The red and green contrasting colors were severely eye-catching. It was retro and very modern.

The most little girls are surrounded in front of this building.

Han Jue walked over slowly with the fruit that he had come to meet and visit.

Han Jue was not panicked because he observed that the target of these little girls should be the teenagers who were in and out. An uncle came in just now, and the little girls pretended that it did not exist and didn't even glance at him, so Han Jue walked over.

But Han Jue didn't realize now that there was a difference between uncles and uncles, let alone, he is a star? Even if he is out of date.

When Han Jue walked forward slowly, the little girl closest to Han Jue looked up at Han Jue with her face, and her eyes moved simultaneously with Han Jue's face.

With the first one, there is a second one, and with the second one, there is a tenth one.

【Who is this uncle?】

[I don't know, I should be a star, I look so pretty.]

【It must be a star! His walking temperament is different.】

【Yes, it must be a star.】

[Come around this uncle! He is a star!]

【Go and ask for an autograph!】

Han Jue felt a little commotion among these people, and he subconsciously became nervous. What was going on?

Then he heard a clear sound of [Come around him!]. After Han Jue heard it, he quickly took a step and dodged within a small range, and then ran forward.

The door of the house was open, and there were two guards, or security guards, standing next to it. Han Jue quickly asked for help.

When the security guard saw this situation, he would definitely not stop Han Jue. Whenever they saw this situation, it would only happen to celebrities. Han Jue was a celebrity. Celebrities would not stop them. They wanted to help celebrities, so they met them and scolded and warned them.

When Han Jue and the security guard were in a wrong relationship, he ran into the building with words of thanks.

Several young men and girls on the first floor saw this situation and stopped to watch, wanting to see which star was visiting this place.

As a result, when they saw Han Jue, they found that they were handsome and elegant, and their clothes were beautiful, but they were not famous and could not recognize them.

Just as they were hesitating whether to go forward to say hello, Han Jue looked around and walked up the stairs. They had no chance and had to do whatever they should do.

Finally, Han Jue came to a door on the fourth floor and stopped. A sign was hung on the wall beside the door, saying [Recording Studio 3]. Han Jue took a deep breath to relieve his mood as if he was about to face the teacher and knocked on the door.

There is no response inside.

Han Jue took a step back and looked at the time on his phone. It was only 10 o'clock. He looked at the text message sent by Guan Yi, then looked at the room left and right, and then confirmed that there was no other [Studio 3], and then knocked on the door again.

This time there was a sound inside.

Then the door opened, and a young man with a baseball cap came from the back of the door, wearing black short-sleeved trousers, which was not the loose image Han Jue had expected to play rap in his previous life.

The young man opened the door and made way for the way, saying:

"Come in?"

Then he left Han Jue with a back and walked inside.

Han Jue followed and brought the door.

There was a small recording studio inside, and no one was recording. The young man wearing a baseball cap sat on the swivel chair in front of the recording station, turned around, faced Han Jue, and pointed to the sofa next to him, meaning to sit there.

Han Jue sat down.

The young man slid the swivel chair over, brought two cans of drinks, and said:

"I just wore my headphones and didn't hear it."

"It's okay, I'm asking you for trouble." Han Jue took the drink thrown by the young man and said.

The young man raised his eyebrows above his lazy eyes and said:

"You are introduced by A Xiang's agent. I will help you learn rap. You want to participate in "Hip Hop", right? If you have a live audition, it will only be... about two weeks."

Han Jue nodded. He was not so stupid that he questioned the ability of young people because of his age.

"Do you have a rap foundation?" The young man lay on the back of the chair, his demeanor was not weakened at all because he was facing a person older than him.

Han Jue nodded hesitantly and said, "Something is a little bit."

"Okay, let's have a paragraph, listen to it first. I just made a piece of music." After the young man finished speaking, he kicked his feet and slid back to the recording console.

After a few presses, rhythmic music rang out throughout the room.

The young man turned around and looked at Han Jue, his body swayed left and right as the music stopped and swayed. He stretched out his index fingers with both hands and looked at Han Jue a little, looking at the show.

Han Jue laughed, without saying anything else, and closed his eyes and began to feel the music.

After shaking with the rhythm for a while, Han Jue opened his eyes, held up and down with one hand and started singing:

【Note! who the king? Well? No doubt

Wood commentator's brain lies full of borers

I have a straight ladder to success, but I saw it early

Because I don't have the strength to serve as a club entertainment

I will continue to tell the legend

Even if it is my grandmother who says I'm going to the fire

Spread the albums in three years
To be continued...