MTL - Low Key Star-Chapter 4 【004】give me death

  Chapter 4【004】Give me death

   Still no answer.

   "How should we define the relationship? Are you a golden finger?"

  There was a quick answer this time: "You can understand it as a game, with the goal of surviving, and the way is to continuously increase popularity."

  Zhang Yang nodded thoughtfully, "Then I'm the only player?"

"Do not."

   Luoshen's crisp and sweet voice denied without any ups and downs, "I am."

"what about me?"

   Zhang Yang was taken aback, "The character in the game? Or the one controlled by you?"

"almost."

   "...Why are you playing with me?"

   "If there is no problem, just concentrate on listening to the class, I will start from the beginning."

"Have!"

   "You know the seven basic sounds of do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, xi..."

   "Yes! I haven't finished asking yet!"

  "They are respectively recorded as 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 in numbered notation, and the sound names are C, D, E, F, G, A, B..."

"without…"

  As the evening approached, Zhang Shouyi and Fang Qianxue came to see their son, and seeing that he was in good spirits, he seemed to be much happier when he laughed.

   It’s not easy for Zhang Yang to tell them, “I slept for half the afternoon, and I look refreshed.” After eating, chatting for a while, he let them go home.

  Luo Shen is still "racing against time" to give him lectures. Zhang Yang is under pressure and tries his best to listen, but in the end he can only listen, and the efficiency is not high. In addition, she completely crams her education, which is too boring, and she still can't learn it.

  He suddenly thought of another direction, interrupted Luoshen, and asked, "Even if you want to be famous and have fans, it's not just about singing and filming, right?"

"Um?"

   "I can write novels, look at those great gods—including myself, there are quite a lot of fans."

"Ha ha."

  Luo Shen sneered, "You can feel your conscience and say, if you don't mention finding fault, even if you are chasing after it, are there more people who scold or praise?"

"Uh…"

   Zhang Yang was a little embarrassed, "You can provide this work, I will copy it and update more."

   "The conversion of fans of literary works is too low."

  This is the truth. Even if readers like a literary work, they will seldom turn to worship its author because of this. Not to mention comparing with celebrities, they can't even compare with the characters in their own works. "You're a novel writer, XXX who knows shit" It's not unheard of.

   "No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat."

Probably because I don’t like the meat of mosquitoes, so the relevant memories of literary works have not been sealed, such as "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Eight Parts of the Dragon", "Zhu Xian", "Celebrating More Than Years" and other texts that have been adapted for film and television Works, related film and television music works are sealed, but the memory of the novel itself is not affected.

   "You don't want to be a star?"

"It's not that I don't want to be a celebrity, it's that I don't want to sell people to pretend to be innocent, and I don't want to marry a female celebrity who is pure before, but who knows when he will bring you a big news. Don't tell me to marry someone else. If you enter this line of work, you will be able to meet people." Most of the people who come here are insiders…”

   "No one stipulates what kind of character set you want to sell."

  The crisp and sweet voice is like a beautiful girl whispering in her ear, but I don't know if it is because it involves something she cares about, and there is a touch of coldness in her tone.

   "There are so many high-quality resources that have been proven to be successful. If you still need to sell people to please fans, you can't blame anyone except for saying that you are a waste."

   Zhang Yang was at a loss for words.

  He is actually very clear that what he just said is part of the reason for his repulsion, but the most important thing is that he doesn't want to step out of his comfort zone.

  In his previous life, for writing, he had learned many aspects of knowledge, and he knew very well how difficult it is for a star to become a star. The stuff in his mind can certainly provide work resources, but it doesn't mean that he can get something for nothing. Learning music is just the beginning.

  If you can comfortably code in front of the computer, why go to an unfamiliar field?

  Written works have a low fan conversion rate, but with so many written works in the previous life, it’s hard to believe that there won’t be a star writer!

The crisp and sweet voice said lightly: "I emphasize again, you just obtained the memory of yourself in another world, and you are still the original you. If you have been suppressed by Su Hui's memory like this, after eight hundred days, it will be you time of death."

   "Eight hundred and thirty-two days."

   After Zhang Yang made corrections, he was silent for a while, and then asked, "How do you say it?"

   "For the same thing, the 30-year-old Zhang Yang feels completely different from the 18-year-old Zhang Yang..."

   "Twenty-nine! I haven't had my twenty-ninth birthday yet!"

   "I've already started to struggle with this question, is it still important to be over thirty?"

   "..."

"If your own emotions have been suppressed by Su Hui's memory, then based on what you may have come into contact with and experienced today, you can basically conclude that before you die, you will never reach the limit of experience or emotional fit required to trigger the work for the first time. "

   Zhang Yang remained silent.

In his previous life, he had begun to enter the middle-aged stage of his life. Occasionally recalling the past, he might not have experienced flashes of remorse or regret, but in the end he could only do what he should and could do step by step. Nothing can be changed, I can only tell myself to look forward.

  Life is full of necessity.

  But what is in front of me now, is it a real opportunity for rebirth?

  The above sentiments are not lies, but as a single dog who has only had one love experience and ended in failure, Zhang Yang has no way to deny it deep in his heart. What really moved him was actually the following words:

   "What's wrong with being a celebrity? You haven't been an honest person for too long, do you want to be a scumbag? Look at the guy next door, at worst, he just went to the orthopedic department and lay down for two months, and there is someone to take care of him..."

   "If you think about it carefully, is there a career more suitable than a star? Isn't the more chaotic in the circle, the more suitable for a scumbag to survive? As long as you don't get exposed, who cares what you do in private?"

"Su Hui's memory is a huge treasure. You have countless high-quality resources. In the entertainment industry, if you master the resources, you can control the lifelines of countless people. You don't need to take the initiative to do anything, you will have a lot of money." Beautiful women spend all their time thinking about you."

   "When the time comes, isn't it up to you to have an in-depth discussion about cooperation with a **** business partner, or to chat about life with a beautiful fan friend?"

Zhang Yang was silent for a long time before he sighed, "I admit that your words are very attractive, but not everyone can be a scumbag, let alone other things, conscience is not so easy to throw away , especially a naturally good man like me."

"so what?"

   "Continue to tell me music theory, I suddenly found it quite interesting."

"Ha ha."

   "What do you mean? I love music, can't I?"

  Although the other party is an intelligent life, there is a high probability that it is the kind of reproductive isolation. Zhang Yang doesn't care much about her opinion. "Aside from triggering by experience and emotional fit, is there any other way to get the work?"

   "Yes, but after you get your first work."

  After Luoshen finished answering, he continued to lecture: the unit of measurement interval is called "degree". For example, from do to mi, it includes the three tones of do, re, and mi, and the interval is the third degree..."

Listening to the sweet voice that no longer repeats monotonously in his mind, Zhang Yang quickly found the feeling of being in class, and listened carefully to the lecture... I don't know how long it took, and I heard the loud voice of the cafeteria lady in the corridor: "Thirty-nine bed The meal is here!"

  When I opened my eyes, hey, why is it dawn?

   "Within the octave, including the octave, all are monotone intervals, and those exceeding the octave are polyphonic intervals."

  As soon as he regained consciousness, Luoshen raced against time to give lectures again. Zhang Yang turned over and complained in pain: "Your cramming education is not effective at all."

   "That means you didn't fill in enough."

Like an emotionless cramming machine, Luoshen continued to give lectures: "Number of tones" refers to the number of whole tones and semitones contained between two tones in an interval. In the diatonic scale, do to re, re to mi are whole tones, and mi to fa is a semitone..."

   Zhang Yang was embarrassed to take off his pants early in the morning, so he had to discuss with her: "Why don't we discuss it, you talk for an hour every day, and I promise to listen carefully."

   "Too short."

   "It's not short, which is short?"

   "The interval is divided into..."

   "An hour and a half!"

   ""Melodic Interval" and "Harmony..."

   "Stop, stop, I'm done. How long do you say?"

   "Four hours a day."

   "You can just kill me, up to two hours!"

   Zhang Yang lay paralyzed on the bed, with an unlovely expression on his face, "Don't force me to take off my pants!"

  Luo Shen was silent for a while, then said flatly, "Don't force me to watch you take off your pants."

  After lunch.

   "Three hours, this is the bottom line! At worst, I squat on the toilet every day..."

   Another hour later.

   Zhang Yang supported his crutches, and moved out of the bathroom with numb legs: "Okay, I promise you, but I must declare that I am not afraid that you will disturb me, but mainly because I love learning..."

  (end of this chapter)