He said expressionlessly, "What are you looking at?"

Fan Xi was rationalized by him, but he still had novelty in his eyes: "Brother Liao, I just found out that you can also control songs like Xiaoqingxing. Can you also do other types?"

Liao Junchen said concisely: "It depends on the situation."

Fan Xi's brain circuit was unusual, and for a while, he imagined that Liao Junchen would sing all kinds of messy square dance songs with that iceberg face, thinking and playing silly.

Liao Junchen looked at Fan Xi lightly, "You can't imagine it."

Fan Xi: "..."

He regained his senses, smiled dryly and touched his nose, wondering how Liao Junchen knew what he was thinking.

Qin Lu took the lyric book and wrote the last word. He basically had an idea of ​​the suitable position for everyone this time. After returning to the practice room, you can adjust it according to the opinions of others.

Fan Xi had noticed what Qin Lu was writing for a long time, and he looked over curiously. The first thing he noticed was not the content, but the indescribable beauty of the handwriting, which was better than his own handwriting. Where to go.

He sighed: "Lu, your handwriting is really good."

In his last life, in order to be calm on the set, Qin Lu adjusted his mentality by the way. Whenever he had time, he would copy copybooks. After years of accustomed to it, the words he wrote still had their own character even if they were not deliberately pursued.

Fan Xi's compliment was straightforward. After listening to Liao Junchen, he turned his head to look over. The lyrics in Qin Lu's hand were originally spread upwards, and it was clear when he wanted to read it.

It can be seen that Qin Lu is very casual when writing, and he does not pursue neatness, but it is still very pleasing to the eye. Even people who don't understand calligraphy can see that he has practiced for a long time.

Those who can practice calligraphy with a deep mind are very patient, and it seems that they never see Qin Lu's panic.

Fan Xi consciously classified Qin Lu as "as expected of a scholar", Qin Lu just smiled and said nothing.

the other side.

The end of the corridor on the third floor.

The staff is taking a deep breath at the moment, like a big enemy.

Now that she has learned not to be blindly confident in herself, she has decided to take it seriously.

After the experience of the previous three failures, the staff has now figured out that things are not as simple as she imagined, and there will always be people who don't play cards according to common sense.

But she still hopes to have a relatively conventional trainee, so she can have a sense of accomplishment.

However, the staff couldn't help taking a deep breath when they saw Han Suyan walking towards him gradually.

Han Suyan, who is usually very indifferent today, seems to be in particularly low interest today.

The staff couldn't help thinking about the bad reviews on the Internet, but they missed the best time for the first step of the script——

Han Suyan stood face to face with the staff. To be precise, the staff was distracted by the coffee cup, and the door was so big, Han Suyan was blocked from the only path, so he stopped.

Han Suyan, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, stood at the door, almost shrouding the entire staff in shadows, feeling extremely oppressive.

He lowered his eyes coldly and said politely, "I borrowed it."

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