An Expert Is actually By My Side

　　 "Mom...why do you lick so many dogs."

　　 "Authorization? Signing a contract? Filling in words? Want to fart..."

　　 Looking at the string of red dots in the private message backstage, Hao Yun took a bite in his heart with disgust, dragged the batch operation with his index finger, and then clicked the black button.

　　 From the second day he uploaded the piano version of "Fireworks Easy to Cold", his backstage began to receive private messages continuously.

　　 asked his contact information.

　　 also asked him about music authorization.

　　 There are even more brazen ones who directly offered 10,000 yuan to buy out the entire version of his song and asked him to delete the song.

　　10,000 yuan...

　　 Send a beggar!

　　 I want to buy out all copyrights, it's a dream!

　　 As long as he was asked to write and authorize, he didn't reply to the news at all, and it was black out.

　　 Just kidding, the lyrics and the singer are all ready, why would he let others preemptively post some words-filled version?

　　 Liang Ziyuan is a person, in fact, his character is still good, at least there is nothing to say that he believes, as long as he promised things, he has never repented.

　　 Although this guy is a bit disgusting with his personality occasionally, at least he can be trusted.

　　 Those passers-by who have never even seen him, Hao Yun dare to gamble on that very small probability.

　　 It's not even counted whether the opponent's potential value has the value of nurturing...

　　 So, he ignored all those private messages.

It’s also because Xia Guo’s copyright law is extremely strict. Otherwise, with his “arrogant” attitude, I’m afraid that the second-created version and even the plagiarized version have been flying all over the Internet. Haven't covered the fire yet.

　　 To be honest, Hao Yun was still very happy to see so many people listening to his own recorded music.

　　 As a beginner who is playing the piano for the first time, he can achieve such results. Apart from the great composer, how can you say that half of the credit is due to your talent?

　　 However, the only thing that surprised Hao Yun was that he still overestimated Liang Ziyuan's grandson after all.

　　 Even if I have already cooked the meal and brought it to the mouth of this idiot, this guy can be completely immersed in his own world, regardless of what is happening outside.

Looking at the creator’s backstage dumbfounded, Hao Yun really didn’t expect that before this guy discovered the song, his IDs of "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" and "I don't know where the clouds are" are in the music creator's circle. There is a small fire.

　　 has been uploaded less than three days, and the number of views has exceeded 500,000!

　　 And the momentum of growth is unabated!

　　 The number of 500,000 may not sound like a lot, but being able to achieve this result in the niche circle of music producers can already be regarded as quite against the sky!

　　 After all, the whole network knows how picky the user tastes of Yinke.com.

　　 In addition, most of the users here are musicians. Both taste and professionalism have a very high threshold. It is even more difficult to be a newcomer...

　　 [The author is brilliant! 】

　　【Woohoooo, that’s so nice! 】

　　【I heard a trace of sadness from the song, but also a trace of sorrow, presumably the arranger is also a person with a story! 】

　　 [Is it convenient for the author to reply to the private message? Oh, don’t ignore your fans! 】

　　 [I want to hear the lyrics version! I feel that if you fill in the words, it will be great! 】

　　【Yes, yes, I don’t know why, it’s clearly piano music, but it’s super national! 】

　　 was lying on the bed and swiping his phone, looking at the backstage page of Yinke.com, Hao Yun was also a little emotional for a while.

　　 About a few minutes ago, he received a reminder from the administrator.

　　 Since the quality of the tracks meets the standards required by the website, the website has given him the gold label of [Original Musician].

　　 That is the gold standard Liang Ziyuan dreams of!

　　 He would never even dream of dreaming. He had been searching for something he hadn’t obtained for three years, and the person sleeping on the other side of his bed had only spent a few days...

　　 Actually, Hao Yun doesn't care about these false names. His motto is to make a fortune in silence.

　　 Besides, the tune itself was indeed not written by him, but from another parallel world.

　　 However, the words have come back.

　　Thanks to the popularity of the song itself, Liang Ziyuan finally found this song on the charts. After down the score, he tried to play it twice on the guitar.

　　 I have to say, as long as he doesn't talk about singing, this guy can still play the guitar.

　　 The only thing that made Hao Yun full of black lines is that he didn't pluck two strings on the guitar, and he began to improvise again, singing some difficult sentences.

　　 "Can't you stop speaking?" Zheng Xueqian finally became impatient, stopped the pen in his hand, and said with a pained expression, "As long as you don't speak, we are still brothers."

　　 Zhou Xuan, who came to 401 to stop by, also nodded in agreement, and persuaded him painstakingly.

　　 "That's right, you said this, good fellow, my buddy Wang Ziyi has a cerebral thrombosis for ten years and he is cured for you."

　　 Zhu Kening hasn't returned to the bedroom yet, so he didn't participate in the complaint, otherwise he would definitely not fall.

　　 Since Liang Ziyuan’s guitar frequency has changed from improvising every half an hour to a steady output until the lights in the bedroom next door are turned off, it is getting late for him to return to the bedroom.

　　 "What do you know."

　　 Liang Ziyuan glanced at this "ordinary man", shook his head, and continued to immerse himself in his own world.

　　Until the person in the bedroom opposite came to the door to protest, he put down the guitar in his hand unconsciously.

　　……

　　 late at night.

　　After washing, Hao Yun climbed into bed and took a look at his Yinke account. He was surprised to find that three of the private messages came from "Qianyuan".

　　 Sure enough, there is a word called Zhenxiang.

　　 The cold two hundred and five, after all, bowed his head in front of his talent.

　　 Qianyuan: [Sorry, I didn't see your news before. 】

　　 Qianyuan: [Lyrics-Annex]

　　 Qianyuan: [That song on your homepage, I tried to fill in the words, can it help me see it? 】

　　 Seeing these three messages, Hao Yun was immediately happy.

　　 Good fellow, is it so realistic?

　　 I just blocked someone before, now I come to the door with a cheeky, and I don’t even have to apologize?

　　 Forget it.

　　 Dad is not as knowledgeable as his son.

　　 Even if it is not for the sake of the father-son friendship between the roommates, it is necessary to give the system a little face.

　　 Lazily clicked on the lyrics in the attachment, Hao Yun poke his finger on the screen, edited a message and sent it.

　　 [Big brother, your word is really rough. 】

　　【Why don't you look at me? 】

　　 [Lyrics-Attachment]

　　 After the message was sent, Hao Yun glanced at the end of the bed calmly.

　　 The expression on Liang Ziyuan's face hasn't changed much, just like his usual.

　　 However, through the light of the mobile phone, Hao Yun still vaguely saw a trace of looseness from his face.

　　 intuition told him that it was probably shocking.

　　 And it’s the extraordinary kind...

　　 After a while, a private message came over.

　　 Qianyuan: [Good words...]

　　 Clouds don’t know where they are: [Are you interested in singing? 】

　　 Qianyuan: [? ! 】

　　 Yun has no idea: [I’m asking you, do you want to sing? 】

　　 Yun Shen doesn't know what it is: [I read your work and feel that the sound should be OK. If you want to sing, I can authorize you to try it. 】

　　 After clicking send, Hao Yun suddenly regretted it, did he seem too diligent?

　　 Maybe the performance is higher and colder, and the effect may be better?

　　 The other end of the private message window was silent for a while and there was no movement.

　　 Just when Hao Yun was waiting to fall asleep, a message came over.

　　 Qianyuan: [Think! ! ! 】

　　 Qianyuan: [Thank you God! 】

　　 The moment he saw these two pieces of news, Hao Yun became energetic.

　　 It's not just because Liang Ziyuan's grandson finally took the road.

　　 But at the same time, the floating window of the system popped up in front of his eyes!

　　 [Task: The first step towards the music scene]

　　 [Requirement: The number of fans of Liang Ziyuan's Yinke account exceeds 100,000! 】

　　System task!

　　 But...

　　 is a bit unexpected?

　　 Hao Yun originally estimated that the task completion conditions should be linked to the click rate of a single at most, or asked to be number one on the list, but he did not expect that the number of fans should exceed 100,000!

　　 To be honest, with the quality of "Firework Easy to Cold", it is not difficult to gain 100,000 fans, but the problem is that the self-arranged songs that his Ziyuan brothers sang before are so terrible!

　　 Is it really someone sang it?

　　 This is difficult to do.

　　 Not only does he have to pray that this idiot will sing better, but he also has to find a way to get him to delete the historical works.

　　 If you don’t delete this, it’s just because "Fireworks is Easy to Cold" to attract fans, it will be very much lost!

　　 At least let him off the shelf for a few days...

　　 Just when Hao Yun was having a headache, the end of the bed suddenly shook.

　　 thought it was an earthquake, he turned off the screen of the system and looked up, only to see a black shadow holding the ladder and climbing down with great enthusiasm.

　　 You don’t need to ask, you know who that person is.

　　 Hao Yun was taken aback, looked at Liang Ziyuan and asked.

"……what are you doing?"

"Chase your dream."

　　 "???"

Coolly put down a sentence that no one understands, UU read www.uukanshu.com, put on his clothes and put on the guitar on his back, Liang Ziyuan didn’t talk nonsense, opened the door and left, leaving only Zheng Xue who was not asleep Qian and Hao Yun looked dumbfounded there.

　　 "Is it because I said too much, which irritated him..." Zheng Xueqian said with some guilty conscience, "but I didn't lie, this dog currency sings really bad..."

　　 Looking at the closed bedroom door in a daze, Hao Yun slowly shook his head.

　　 "It shouldn't be... that kid Zhou Xuan said too much than you."

　　 If this grandson really cared about what others said, he would have cancelled his account on Yinke.com.

　　 Although I am very happy to see this guy working so hard, but what do you say...

　　 Is this too late?

　　 Zhu Kening still didn't join the topic. He fell asleep when he came back, turned over and continued to doze.

　　 "snoring...boom...huh..."

　　 In the whole 401 bedroom, the most calm one is the bedroom manager.

　　 fell asleep on time from eleven o'clock, thunder couldn't move, and the sky fell and she couldn't wake up.

　　 Listening to the rhythm of this snoring, Hao Yun guessed that Brother Kening might have driven the tank in his dream, and was using his nose to simulate an engine, rushing to cure athlete's foot.

　　 couldn't bear to wake him up and vomit together, Hao Yun and Zheng Xueqian looked at each other and lay back silently in unison.

　　 I hope there will be nothing wrong with this guy...

　　 It is best to stay away from people when practicing songs. It is a trivial matter to be caught by the dormitory or security guards.

　　 Listening to the faint hum of Ahuang coming downstairs, Hao Yun sighed, shrank into the quilt, and closed his eyes.

　　 Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night...

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