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After a busy arrangement, the program team brought in a long table and chairs.
With the director hesitant to speak, he waved his hand and the recording started.
Han Jue and Zhang Yiman sat side by side facing the camera. Even when they were sitting, they were far apart.
The camera was set up in front, filming them.
Han Jue is still thinking about what happened just now. In his previous life, Han Jue saw an experiment where a group of people were talking in the dark and finally turned on the lights. Everyone said that there was a huge difference between what they imagined and what the other person actually looked like.
Han Jue felt that he would not be limited by empiricism like the people tested in the video.
¡°I didn¡¯t expect that my eyes would be deceived by my mind after I came here this time.
Now, no one is talking in the huge practice room.
Han Jue didn¡¯t mind the silence at all. Even though there was a girl with a troublesome appearance and temperament sitting next to him, he rested his chin in his hands and was in a daze, like a bored and absent-minded college student in class.
Zhang Yiman was also sorting out his thoughts. While fiddling with the fruit plate on the table, he quietly looked at Han Jue.
When he was taking a break just now, Zhang Yiman secretly checked Han Jue¡¯s information online on his mobile phone, and all he saw were negative comments. Zhang Yiman kept doubting himself while watching. Because after eating in the dark, the Han Jue described on the Internet did not look like the person next to her at all.
Except for the fact that it is easy to make people angry, it is not that bad. Is Han Jue hiding it well, or are people on the Internet just talking nonsense?
Zhang Yiman, who was not familiar with the world, couldn't think of a reason even if he thought about it.
However, Zhang Yiman feels that since there is Han Jue, who has been given the title of "Time Bomb" by the Jianghu people, he must lead the rhythm of the show.
So he took care of Han Jue just like he was taken care of when he participated in the show before.
"Eat some fruit." Zhang Yiman peeled an orange and handed it over.
Han Jue was disturbed and was in a daze. He saw Zhang Yiman holding an orange with a firm face and motioning to Han Jue, as if he would force it on Han Jue without taking it away.
Han Jue took it over, looked directly into Zhang Yiman's eyes, opened his big mouth, and stuffed the whole orange inside.
Then, chew it hard.
Zhang Yiman opened his mouth and was stunned. She looked at the way Han Jue was eating and felt that her jaw hurt.
Zhang Yiman immediately forgot about her idea of ??leading the recording of the program. She quickly peeled another orange and handed it over tentatively out of curiosity. Han Jue lived up to his expectations, took it, stuffed it into his mouth, looked at Zhang Yiman with cold eyes, and chewed hard.
Zhang Yiman smiled as if she were feeding a hippopotamus at the zoo for the first time, and she peeled oranges faster with her hands.
The director inhales and exhales from a distance. The screenwriters were fanning him and slapping him on the back.
The screenwriters all find this uncontrollability very interesting, and they themselves also find it very interesting. But it seems that the director just has an obsession with [pink].
In the director¡¯s opinion, Han Jue has hidden sultry attributes, but he just doesn¡¯t show them, which makes the director very angry and unhappy.
The oranges finally disappeared one after another. Zhang Yiman bit her fingers and thought for a while, then picked up an apple and handed it over.
Han Jue rolled his eyes.
After swallowing the last orange, Han Jue felt that if he didn't say anything, the girl could finish a plate of fruit for him.
"How long have you been singing?" Han Jue turned sideways slightly, holding his head and looking at Zhang Yiman.
Zhang Yiman¡¯s facial features are delicate but not aggressive. Everything is just right, especially a pair of talking eyes, which are very spiritual. Against the background of the black shirt and red hair, charm and innocence appear contradictory in the same person. Just like her voice, contradictory yet harmonious.
"Thirteen years." Zhang Yiman pondered for a moment and then gave a number. Then he looked at the apple in his hand and the other fruits in the fruit plate with a little regret.
"The voice is quite nice," Han Jue praised, "Have you had any surgery? It feels like the voice has two qualities."
"I haven't had any surgery! I haven't had any surgery anywhere!" Zhang Yiman glared at Han Jue and said.
¡¾Sure enough, even though he speaks so irritatingly, the hateful uncle is still the hateful uncle! No matter how good-looking you are, you are still so hateful! ¡¿Zhang Yiman felt a familiar smell.
"Why did you lie to me and say you were 37 or 38 years old?" Zhang Yiman asked.The nice a cappella female voice didn¡¯t sound again.
Han Jue watched as Zhang Yiman¡¯s delicate eyebrows slowly wrinkled toward the middle bit by bit.
The program team on the other side thought that Zhang Yiman just heard a song by another female singer that was set as a cell phone ringtone by Han Jue, and Zhang Yiman, as his imaginary girlfriend, became "jealous". The show crew, including the two agents, didn¡¯t think much about it.
¡°Only Zhang Yiman, who has heard the ringtone at close range, understands that this kind of sound quality can only be achieved by recording on a mobile phone.
Zhang Yiman frowned slightly and looked at Han Jue, thinking about something.
"Well, look, you called me to ask me a question, right?" Han Jue saw Zhang Yiman's pensive look on his face, so his mind raced and he wanted to change the subject.
"I'm too embarrassed to charge you, so wouldn't I be at a disadvantage? So, look, just just teach me music!" Han Jue had a flash of inspiration.
"You teach me music, and I'll teach you how to be a human being No, I'll teach you how to deal with this complicated entertainment industry!" Han Jue said with excitement, and began to encourage Zhang Yiman.
"Teaching music? Hmm This seems fair." Zhang Yiman's attention was diverted. He was surprised when he heard Han Jue's suggestion, and then started to think.
Han Jue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He is not afraid that this silly girl will find out something, he is afraid that she will tell the truth after she finds out. The less trouble there is, the better. He doesn't want to have anything to do with the mess of his predecessor.
"Then from today on, you will be my music teacher." Han Jue sat upright facing Zhang Yiman.
"Haha, you are my first disciple." Zhang Yiman found it interesting.
"Yes! Music teacher!"
¡°Hahahahahaha!¡±
The manager, Sister Qin, who was in another practice room, covered her forehead and sighed heavily.
Guan Yi remained expressionless.
The director was very steady at this time, not surprised at all, as if he had given up on life. He pointed at the screen and said to the screenwriters on the side: "Look at this. The direction of the plot, teachers and students, tsk tsk tsk tsk" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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