"You want to record a song?" the director said in surprise.

"Is that OK, director?" Han Jue asked.

"Uncle, why do you suddenly want to record a song?" Zhang Yiman asked the question the director also wanted to know.

"Well, probably in response to those things on the Internet." Han Jue shook his phone.

"You won't scold those people in the song, do you?" the director said worriedly, knowing that rappers have the habit of attacking others in the song.

"That won't be. DISS will only add fuel to the fire and make those people taller." Han Jue shook his head.

The director still looked very unsure. If it weren't for watching Han Jue as the main highlight of the show, Director Wang would have long refused. This was already a major change.

When Han Jue saw the director weighing the trade-offs, he said softly: "I shouldn't be there in the next episode of "Hip Hop".

The director and Zhang Yiman were both surprised.

"But uncle, haven't you advanced before? That song "Epic" is very nice!" Zhang Yiman was sure that he had missed the previous game, so he said anxiously.

After Director Wang was surprised, he quickly realized that there should be a big problem with Han Jue and the company behind him. "Hip-Hop" may not have bitten Han Jue like himself and refused to let go.

Then Director Wang felt a pity that he had only taken advantage of the hot topic of "Hip Hop".

"It's the company that's the trick." Han Jue didn't mind saying this.

"Then, if I don't appear in "Hip Hop" in the next episode, the audience will definitely be surprised. And I appeared here "Love" and sang a song as well..." Han Jue looked at the director.

Han Jue didn't finish his words, but Director Wang understood what it meant.

The audience will not appear there, and they will definitely be confused. They have advanced but they did not appear in the next episode. Is there any personal reason? However, in this other show, is there something wrong or nothing wrong? Is it the company or Han Jue's business? Then I heard that Han Jue sang a song, and then curiosity would definitely come to "Love" to watch it.

In this way, we can not only take advantage of the popularity of "Hip Hop", but also attract the attention of netizens.

Han Jue and Zhang Yiman both have singing skills. In fact, the program team arranged for them a episode of [Cooperating to create a couple song] in the event outline of the whole season, but it was only after several episodes later. Now it is not too out of the program team's arrangements when moving to the early stage, so there is no big problem.

Pros outweigh the disadvantages.

After Director Wang made a decision, he looked up at Zhang Yiman and asked, "Xiaoman, what do you think?"

"I'm fine!" Zhang Yiman nodded with a smile.

"Okay, where are you going to record songs? Aidu? Or Taili?" The director cleverly did not add Han Jue's agency to the option.

"Go to Aidu." Sister Qin, who had been silent, said. After listening to this for so long, she already knew that this episode was full of highlights, so she firmly seized any opportunity to advertise to the company. Perhaps the artists in the company could sway in front of the camera for a few times, so she just arranged a recording studio, which would be no loss.

Everyone had no objection, so the director returned to the team and notified and discussed the recording content today.

After a while, a group of people headed to [Aidu] in a mighty way.

Of course, Han Jue took Zhang Yiman's car, and this was the first time Han Jue got into a nanny car.

Han Jue leveled the seats and lay in a comfortable seat, feeling sleepy.

Artists without nanny cars are incomplete artists. I don’t know if I agreed to the blood-sucking company of Jinsha, the nanny car I got would be so comfortable. Will there be these small refrigerators, small TVs, small tables...

"Uncle, what song are you going to sing?" Zhang Yiman lay in another seat, turned his head and asked Han Jue curiously.

Sister Qin in the passenger seat and the assistant in the last row also pretended to be innocent and pricked her ears and sounded.

"Well...sing it to someone..." Han Jue said in a daze with his eyes closed.

"Who are you singing to?"

"A woman..." Han Jue's voice became lighter and softer.

"Which woman?" Zhang Yiman also asked softly, but he unconsciously pinched the phone hard in his hand.

Han Jue didn't answer anymore.

Han Jue fell asleep, and then he slept to his destination.

"Your car is so comfortable, I fell asleep accidentally." Han Jue felt a little embarrassed.

Sister Qin smiled and said, "It's okay. If you want to have your own car, just sign in to our company."

When Han Jue heard Sister Qin's words "hidden evil intentions", he smiled and shook his head, and went into the company.

The free recording studio was quickly found. After hearing about it, the company turned on the green light for the program team to use it. A producer was also assigned to help. The producer was a singer, with rich experience and rich variety show experience. It was considered that Aiduga stuffed an artist into it.

The program team had no reason to object, and they were even happy because they didn't think Han Jue could produce a song independently in a short period of time. So after setting up the camera in the recording studio, two cameramen were left behind and retreated to another free practice room.

That's how the recording begins.

Han Jue and Zhang Yiman were going to walk in from outside the door again. Although everyone had greeted each other just now, they just did it again.

After a variety show, Han Jue said he wanted to record the song, and then acted vigorously. He first asked for a piece of paper and pen, wrote the lyrics and simplified scores on the paper, and gave them to Zhang Yiman after writing it. He asked her to practice it. He discussed it with the producer, then entered the studio, picked up the guitar and recorded the accompaniment of the guitar part. It seemed that the finished product was already in my mind, and there was no need to modify it, and it was passed after it was completed.

Zhang Yiman looked carefully at the lyrics with only four sentences in his hand. He thought about the requirements written by Han Jue on the side of the lyrics: [It should have the taste of memory].

Zhang Yiman, who switched to musical form, only two words - [Professional]. She did not doubt that there were so few lyrics, nor did she complain about Han Jue's inexplicable requests, nor did she care about who these lyrics were written for. She was right aside, thinking about how to sing and feeling word by word.

Han Jue discussed arrangement with the producer on the other side.

Fortunately, Han Jue's arrangement was not complicated, and some synthesis parts were responsible for Han Jue, and the producer personally took charge of the instruments to complete the piano and drums. Han Jue's idea also had a saxophone part, so he asked for help from Yitong Company.

Everything seemed very hasty, and Han Jue's requirements were very low. The arrangement speed was very fast. While combining the accompaniment, he also guided Zhang Yiman's singing feeling.

The program team was suspicious, would it be possible to make any good songs like this "short-made"?

These suspicions from the program team were finally dispelled during the official recording.

After Han Jue finished the accompaniment, he asked Zhang Yiman to enter the recording studio and started recording songs.

"Remember, you need to sing with a sense of age, and don't use too many skills." Han Jue said to the microphone.

Zhang Yiman in the recording studio nodded seriously and closed her eyes.

The producer next to him was preparing in front of the computer.

Zhang Yiman is usually stupid in front of Han Jue, a completely stupid girl who has not grown up. Even Han Jue almost forgot the other side of Zhang Yiman's profession. Zhang Yiman, who is fully open in his career, really made Han Jue understand what contrast is.

The aura that Han Jue felt when he saw Zhang Yiman playing and singing in the last recording was almost forgotten by Zhang Yiman during the process of being fooled by Zhang Yiman again and again. But when Zhang Yiman spoke, Han Jue realized that the stunning feeling was not forgotten by him, but lurking.

【Like a drizzle falling on my heart

That feels so mysterious

I couldn't help but look up at you

And you don't show any traces]

Zhang Yiman's voice was soft and moist, and his lazily singing brought sorrow. He closed his eyes and did not look at Zhang Yiman's young face, but only listened to the words of the sound, which made people think that the song came from a retro phonograph.

For Han Jue's ears now, listening to this kind of voice singing is simply a pleasure.

The producers next to him were used to it, just smiling with satisfaction. Zhang Yiman had been polishing in the company since he was a child and helped the producers in the company sing song samples. Sometimes he often sang better than the original singers later, which simply destroyed the original singer's confidence. Soaking in such an environment, Zhang Yiman's singing skills are no longer comparable to those of his peers or singers of his contemporaries.

"Yes, it's OK." The producer said that he had passed it once, and Han Jue had no objection.

After Zhang Yiman came out, it was Han Jue's turn to go in.

"Where are your lyrics?" Zhang Yiman said strangely when he saw Han Juekong's hand.

"I remember it." Han Jue pointed to his head.

This was the first time Han Jue saw these professional equipment. Standing in front of the microphone, he finally felt like an artist. Han Jue looked at the shock-proof stand and the anti-blasting cover with curiousness, and poked them twice. He didn't know that if these things were broken, he could lose himself to death.

"It's ready to start." The producer outside reminded.

Han Jue calmed down and began to brew emotions.

He thought of the ignorance and confusion written by his predecessor when he was 8 years old in his diary. He remembered that as his predecessor grew older, it became a nightmare for every year. He remembered what he saw today, this incident was consumed by out-of-control netizens.

Han Jue breathed out, gave a thumbs up, listened to the lingering saxophone in his headphones, and then closed his eyes and started singing:

【I haven't remembered those things again for a long time backing today

I found that I had no more tears

I remembered my mother's words and asked to go down the stairs by myself

What a dark space cannot do is tremble】

...

【No half of the words left is only suicide note

An uneasy plot seems to be performing an art]

...

【Wake up in a sunny afternoon and be scared by everything

Almost finished gas tank and closed windows

The woman uses her warm hands

Grab my throat and ignore my cough

Plus the swelling tongue with gas poisoning

That smell still makes me feel bad now

This story may be a mistake from the beginning
To be continued...