Lian Zong: I work hard but let others get ahead of me

This question in Chapter 82 can actually be solved using the hypothesis method.

"Huh? Why does Xu Zhe'an's expression look wrong when he sings his own song?"

"Hahahaha, Xu Zhe'an himself doesn't like this kind of slow magical cover."

“Honestly, this style is a matter of opinion, but it’s actually quite suitable when paired with a short video.”

"It just gives me a sense of atmosphere. Sometimes I also like to listen to these slowed-down covers."

"I don't like it anyway, I feel like this is destroying the song!"

"Plus one upstairs!"

Xu Zhe'an's actions caused heated discussions on the barrage.

People on the Internet always have complex tastes, and even songs written by superstars cannot satisfy everyone.

Some people like slow-tempo songs like this and some don't, and that's normal.

But it doesn't really matter.

The important thing is that when Xu Zhe plays this kind of song, everyone has something to talk about.

Therefore, Guo Fan watched in the background that an ordinary act of listening to music on the bus could actually trigger heated discussions on the barrage. The popularity of the live broadcast room increased somewhat, and he was surprised.

This Xu Zhe'an seems to be able to have some show effect in whatever he does!

Come on, even if this man's idea doesn't persist, Guo Fan feels that even one million cannot be given to him less.

To put it bluntly, when Guo Fan first wrote the male script to Xu Zhe'an, his purpose was to gain traffic, and Xu Zhe'an's musical prowess has almost reached this point alone.

Everything else is almost a surprise.

Guo Fan turned to look at his staff and asked him to create a hot search topic about "slowing down song covers".

Don't worry about whether it can become popular or not. Anyway, the program team only wants to create topics. If it can become popular, the program team will make money.

the other side.

Xu Zhe'an and Jiang Wanfeng listened to the playlist for a while. Finally, they couldn't stand it anymore and switched to normal songs.

Jiang Wanfeng is not a pure newcomer like Tang Shiying who has just debuted, nor is she a girl group idol like Han Zhilan who sings almost all dance songs.

She is a completely original singer, a musical talent who was dubbed the Little Queen within a few years of her debut.

For such an original singer, her personal style in songs is very obvious, and because of this, it is very difficult to write a suitable song for her.

Xu Zhe'an changed the playlist to Jiang Wanfeng's normal songs, so that he could know Jiang Wanfeng's voice in advance and think about what kind of song to write for Jiang Wanfeng.

But before the two of them listened for a while, they realized that their destination had arrived.

After getting out of the car, facing the scorching sun, Xu Zhe'an was not in a hurry to take Jiang Wanfeng to the destination immediately.

"Let's eat first," Xu Zhe'an said. "We're going to drink later, so we need to put something in our stomachs."

Although the two of them had just eaten breakfast, a long time was wasted in the car after all.

It's only around ten o'clock now, but in order to drink as much as possible later, I really need to eat something first.

Jiang Wanfeng looked at Xu Zhe'an with a strange look.

Do you really want to drink in broad daylight?

This is too arbitrary.

Xu Zhe'an understood Jiang Wanfeng's eyes: "It's just a few drinks. As long as I can keep the right amount, I'll go. I'll treat you to a luxurious meal first!"

So Jiang Wanfeng didn't say anything more, nodded, and followed Xu Zhe'an forward.

The August sun was still a bit fierce, and the place the two were currently in was on the outskirts of the town, which was considered a business district.

Probably because of this, there were not many people there, and Jiang Wanfeng did not dare to take off his mask at all.

Xu Zhe'an doesn't have this worry. After all, he has only stayed in this live variety show for six days. Even if he has a little popularity, he will not have national popularity comparable to Jiang Wanfeng. Jiang Wanfeng is even a well-known singer who has been on CCTV for several times, so he should be wrapped up tightly.

The two of them walked and came to a well-decorated restaurant.

Jiang Wanfeng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his destination had finally arrived.

The sun is still very hot, Jiang Wanfeng is already a little thirsty, and now he just wants to go in and enjoy the air conditioning.

Without even waiting for Xu Zhe'an to enter, Jiang Wanfeng opened the door of the restaurant and walked in.

"Hey, where are you going?" Xu Zhe'an hurriedly stopped Jiang Wanfeng's behavior.

Seeing Jiang Wanfeng's confused expression, he pointed to the other side: "Our destination is here."

In the corner of the commercial street where pedestrians intersect, a roadside stall selling pancakes and fruits stands proudly.

When Jiang Wanfeng saw this roadside stall, his expression was blank for a few seconds.

"Didn't you mean a luxurious dinner?" Jiang Wanfeng used the shortest words to express his inner confusion.

"That's right, the top-quality pancakes and fruits cost twenty each. Isn't this luxurious?" Xu Zhe'an shook his head, walked towards the owner of the roadside stall, and said very proudly: "Boss, here are two top-quality pancakes and fruits! "

"okay!"

When the boss saw the big customer coming, he responded with a smile on his face.

The restaurants nearby looked well decorated, which meant they were quite expensive, and Xu Zhe'an's daily salary could only be advanced once, so he didn't have much money on hand now.

So, you have to save some if you can.

I think about myself three times every day: save what I use, save what I eat, and save what I spend.

When the barrage saw Xu Zhe'an actually taking the little diva to eat pancakes and fruit, he couldn't hold himself back.

"Eat a roadside stall. Xu Zhe'an is really good at choosing."

"I was still thinking that Xu Gou would finally become generous, but it turned out that Xu Gou was still Xu Gou."

“The best pancake fruit! I want to eat it too! There’s so much filling inside!”

The 20-yuan top with pancakes and fruits is definitely enough to fill you up. The toppings are almost completely filled up. It’s such a thick pile that it’s easy to arouse people’s appetite.

It's not that Jiang Wanfeng has never eaten pancake fruit, but since she became famous, her team has always been very strict with her diet. She hasn't eaten from a roadside stall for many years.

So, although her attitude was a bit surprising, she didn't seem to be very repulsive.

Two people, a man and a woman, just stood on the roadside, staring at the exquisite skills of the roadside stall owner.

"Boss, is this your son?" Xu Zhe'an suddenly noticed a child doing homework next to the boss's car and asked curiously.

"Yes." The boss responded enthusiastically.

"It's such a hot weather, why don't you stay at home and do it." Xu Zhe'an squatted down and saw the child meditating hard on a primary school mathematics geometry problem.

"There is no one to take care of him at home, so I have no choice but to take him with me." The boss said, "It's not a big problem. I will only run the stall at noon and evening. Later I will take him to the mall to blow up the air conditioner and save some money." money."

Xu Zhe'an walked over and saw that the child had been thinking about this geometry and mathematics problem for a long time and then wrote the word "solution". He couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Sure enough, anyone in this world can betray you, except mathematics.

If you can’t do math, you really can’t.

"Kids, this question is actually very simple. You can solve it using the hypothetical method."

The child was worried about how to write this question. Hearing Xu Zhe'an's words, he seemed to have seen a savior and looked at him quickly: "How can you assume?"

"Suppose this question is not tested."

Pancake stall owner:?
Child:!
(End of this chapter)