Almighty Star Daddy

  (PS: I forgot to mention the last chapter. The plot of the second half of Chapter 31 was slightly revised. Friends can review it if they have time. (*^__^*))

Han Mo just thought there would be feedback, but he did not expect so many, just a picture book, full screen reviews, his review of one book is more than the two books "Kate the Little Sheep" and "Baby Bear Paradise" There are many together, but his book is published a full month later than the previous two books, and he is a newcomer who does not have as high a readership as the previous two authors.

  Han Mo casually glanced at the comments below.

   "It used to be picture books, and I still have to read stories to pictures. Since I have this picture book, children have started to tell me stories, and they add details every time, so cute."

   "I saw it first when I bought it. I really didn't expect that the frog would be a prince later, hehe, interesting."

"I'm an art teacher in elementary school and a mother. To be honest, this book touched me, not only the wonderful story, but also every picture on the picture book. They are all hand-painted versions. , I don’t know if anyone has noticed this like me."

  "Agree upstairs. I was attracted by paintings before I started to read the content. I am also doing education work. I will read the books for my children first. This picture book is great."

   "I'm really curious about who the horse rider is. I have bought so many story books before and have never heard of this writer's name."

  There were dozens of replies after this comment, all of which wrote "+1" or agreed. The style of commentary changed from here, and everyone began to discuss the true identity of the author. Han Mo didn't look down any more and exited the page. He didn't care much about other people's comments.

After turning off the computer, Han Mo discovered that his mobile phone was turned to silent. 37 missed calls, clicked and turned on, and they were all Meng Si, calling almost every three to five minutes. Han Mo was a little speechless. But this is also in line with Meng Si's personality. Generally, if you call it once or twice, no one answers, you may give up. Wait a moment, the other party will call back when they see it, but Meng Si just keeps calling until you answer the phone.

  Han Mo guessed that Meng Si might be really in a hurry. He clicked on the number and was ready to dial. Suddenly the phone rang, and Meng Si’s name jumped on the screen. Han Mo took the corner of his mouth and connected the phone.

Before    had time to speak, Meng Si’s high-pitched voice exploded, "My little ancestor, what are you doing, why don’t you answer the phone."

  "I..." It's really not good to not answer the phone in time, and Meng Si must have told him something important to make the call. Han Mo just wanted to explain that the phone was accidentally muted, and he hadn't waited to speak.

"Okay, I won't talk about it just now, just pick it up now." Meng Si seemed to heaved a sigh of relief, and he rounded up the matter by himself. Han Mo didn't explain it anymore after hearing Meng Si's words. .

"Tomorrow at 10:30 in the rehearsal room No.1, I finally got the old guy Tian Yadong here today. He hates being late, so I must not be late tomorrow." Meng Si's tone was full of dissatisfaction with Tian Yadong, but I imagined that he invited the other party after saying a lot of good things.

  Han Mo said lightly, "Okay."

Meng Si had been holding back for too long and there was nowhere to vent, so he told Han Mo a lot about how Tian Yadong looked down on newcomers, how to put on airs, how to play big names, even his boss didn’t take it seriously. For more than ten minutes, Han Mo maintained the state of "Uh, ah, oh", earnestly made a good listener, and did not cooperate or stop.

Meng Si said that he was tired, and he let out a long sigh of relief, "Oh, transparent, comfortable, Xiao Momo, I have discovered one of your advantages, an excellent listener, it is not easy to do this. Okay, You rest early and see you tomorrow." Meng Si's soft closing words floated into Han Mo's ears, causing him to get goose bumps.

  ...

Early the next morning, Han Mo simply tidied up and went out, a pair of T-shirts, jeans, and sneakers. It couldn’t be simpler. Although he signed a contract with Sichen Media, he is no different from a roadside office worker at the moment. The only difference is It may be that the appearance is higher.

  In fact, Han Mo will not be late without Meng Si reminding him. Meng Si is right. Punctuality is one of his advantages, and he will deliberately arrive a while earlier every time.

The entire 19th floor of Sichen Media Building is used for rehearsal. The so-called No. 1 rehearsal room is the largest and most high-end of all rehearsal rooms. Only first-line artists can make appointments to this room. No effort is spared in training.

  Han Mo raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. The hour and minute hands drew an arc in line with each other, just pointing to the direction of 10 o'clock. He went out earlier and knew that he would arrive early, but this time it was a little too early. Originally, the No. 1 rehearsal room could meet a lot of people in a day, but Meng Si, the boss, didn’t dare to provoke him. Today, this rehearsal is all day long. The room is theirs.

Han Mo walked to the door, and the lock of the rehearsal room was unlocked by the assistant. He pushed the door open and turned around in the empty rehearsal room, vaguely heard the sound of music coming from outside the door, sometimes there was no music, it seemed that It's also rehearsing.

  Following the sound of music, Han Mo walked out of the rehearsal room because of nothing to do. He found that the sound of music came from the second rehearsal room opposite.

The door of the rehearsal room was hidden. Han Mo stood at the door and could just see the situation inside. They were three teenagers. Although they were well-dressed and dressed in shiny clothes, Han Mo could still see at a glance. They are also fifteen or six years old when they come out.

At this time, the sound of music sounded again. One of the boys was singing and dancing. Although Han Mo hadn’t heard the song of this world, he knew the rhythm and lyrics. It was a song with a strong sense of rhythm. , And the lyrics are very mature, although the melody is not a classic, but if the singer's dancing skills are solid, it should still be worth seeing. It is not that the boy dances well, but he always finds his performance a bit difficult to describe.

  Perhaps he realized this himself, jumped for a while, stopped, turned off the music in frustration, and sat down directly in the corner. Another boy who had been sitting on the side walked to the center of the rehearsal room.

The prelude is very soothing. After listening to the lyrics, it is a love song about broken love. A boy who seems to be only fifteen or sixteen years old sings a love song, and he also deliberately behaved intoxicated, almost screaming when he sang the chorus. Working hard with the lyrics performance, Han Mo couldn't help but shook his head when he saw this.

Until the third boy finished the performance, Han Mo, who was standing at the door, could also see why he had a weird feeling when he first saw the three boys. In fact, their voices were very good, but it was a pity, Han Mo. He is a person who has nothing to do with himself, he is a company artist, and he didn't want to be nosy, ready to turn around and leave.

  Ding Dong, a message prompt.

  Han Mo accidentally touched the door when he took out his mobile phone, and the hidden door was pushed open by his inadvertent movement.

  The three boys in the rehearsal room all looked in Han Mo's direction.