Rebirth of the tea art man

Drying hair, especially on a girl with long hair, can be a hassle.

Boys with short hair wipe it twice with a towel, and then blow dry, and it will be dry in a few minutes.

But Song Yi, who has shoulder-length hair, is completely different. He can't blow dry at all every ten minutes.

However, Lin Cheng enjoyed it.

In the past, every time he took a shower, his favorite thing was to help Song Yi dry his long hair strand by strand.

"Unfortunately it started on March 3."

"If it's later, after passing the college entrance examination, you can go to the competition."

Song Yi's long hair after blow-drying was black, smooth and straight, like a work of art, so beautiful that it is indescribable.

"Singing is just a hobby, like everyone can hum a few lines."

"I will not participate in talent shows, and I don't want to be a star!"

Lin Cheng shook his head.

There are still many things to do when he lives again.

Whether it is a song or a novel, it is just the initial stage of accumulating capital.

Before earning the first pot of gold, before accumulating the capital of starting a business, he can only use this method.

But the means is just a bridge across the river, not the final destination.

"But, you are so talented, wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't become famous?"

"I think you can become a Chinese king like Zhou Wang Lintao."

"You are only 18 years old this year, you can become a superstar in the future!"

Song also couldn't understand.

At his age, with such an astonishing talent, his future prospects are naturally limitless.

Don't want to be a star?

Isn't that burying yourself?

"If you want to participate in the competition, I can help you!"

Lin Cheng smiled slightly, but still didn't want to participate in any draft.

A star singer, a creative Chinese king, is indeed very profitable.

If those popular divine comedies are sung one by one, it is not impossible to earn tens of millions or even hundreds of millions a year.

In the future, I can still rely on copyright income without doing anything, and I can comfortably retire while lying down, and have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life.

However, for Lin Cheng, this goal was too small.

His limited time cannot be wasted on his small goal of earning [-] million.

"I?"

"I sing...forget it!"

"If it's acting, I'd rather go."

"I might apply for the Tianhai Academy of Drama!"

Song Yi was peeling an apple, his eyes seemed to be far away.

Like her previous life, she has been dancing ballet since elementary school, but she still wants to go to Tianhai Academy of Drama.

If there is no accident, she will be selected in the new version of "Dream of Red Mansions" in the first year after entering school, and she will make her debut in the entertainment industry.

After that, he made several TV series and movies, which were not popular until a spy movie in 2015, in which she starred in a tragic supporting actress, which became popular overnight and embarked on the road to stardom.

"I started a company, a media company."

"It's just... How should I put it, brokerage companies, film and television companies, record companies, they do everything, anyway, it's the entertainment industry."

"Sign me here, or I won't worry about it!"

Lin Cheng opened his backpack and took out a long-prepared contract.

"what?"

"You start a company?"

"No, that, how did you start a company?"

"You just..."

Song Yi looked at him in surprise, and gave up helplessly, "Forget it, you are a genius, and I, a mortal, can't understand it!"

"Because of you!"

"I want to protect you!"

Lin Cheng's eyes were extremely innocent.

Although the entertainment industry is dirty and messy, there are so many shitty things that can't be finished.

However, in the final analysis, everything is for resources, everything is for the superior!

If a female celebrity debuted with her own resources, her own capital, and a backer with a strong wrist, then everything would be different.

No matter how dirty the pool is, it will open a magnanimous path just like Moses divided the sea!

Grammy?up!

Hollywood?up!

Cannes, Berlin, Venice?Go hard!

It's okay, we have plenty of money, just invest a few hundred million more and we'll be done!

"Fine!"

Song Yi hooked his fingers, "Where's the pen?"

"I'm coming."

"Please!"

Lin Cheng offered it with both hands.

"Star Sincere Media?"

"Sincerity leads to spirit, homonym?"

"It's a good name!"

Swish swish!

Soon, Song Yi signed his name on the contract, officially becoming the second signed artist of Xingcheng Media.

……

As soon as the Lantern Festival is over, the time will soon enter March.

Lin Cheng, Yan Qin, and Song Yi also returned to Beiyang Middle School one after another, continuing their hellish sprint stage of senior year.

And in the audition contest of the Sound of Nature Golden State Division held on Orange TV, a pretty girl, wearing a preppy white shirt and a plaid skirt, was in the sunshine of early spring in March, with a bit of chilly breeze, walked onto the stage.

"Wow, so beautiful!"

"This figure is too good!"

"Is she the school belle of the Teachers College?"

"You have such a good figure, but you dress so like a student, this feeling... Fuck!"

"Fuck, I declare that she is today's champion!"

"Goddess! Her front is convex and her back is curled up. She is not as good-looking as a star!"

……

In 2010, when the draft was booming, all kinds of crooked melons and jujubes, as long as they are individuals, as long as they can sing, they dare to stand on the stage one by one, expecting to become popular overnight and become the next superstar.

And at this time, Chen Shiying's appearance was like a firefly in the dark night, so bright and outstanding.

Her bright eyes, delicate appearance, protruding figure, and her contrasting school uniform deeply attracted all the audience.

Even the teachers on the judging panel cheered up.

"Sure enough, Lin Cheng is right!"

"Vision is the first impression. If you want to win the audition, you must stand out."

Chen Shiying clenched the microphone tightly and became more confident.

The music sounded, it was her own accompaniment tape.

Distant and desolate, solemn and solemn.

What came next was the humming and humming of the girl, babbling and babbling, falling from the holy temple into the world of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

"A Diao!"

"Live somewhere in Xishan."

"Like a vulture, perched on a hilltop."

"A Diao!"

"The front of Dazhao Temple is covered with sunshine."

"Have a pot of sweet tea, let's chat about the past."

"A Diao!"

"A hypocrite has thousands of laughs."

"When you go down the mountain, remember to bring the Zhuoma knife."

"Sunken cheeks under a gray brim."

"You rarely speak, answer simply."

"Where is tomorrow, who will care about you."

……

Swish!

As soon as I opened my voice, a few lyrics came down.

There was already a judge teacher wearing black-rimmed glasses, who suddenly stood up and looked at her in surprise.

"This voice, this melody, this lyrics..."

"Oh my God, I found a diamond!"

With an ecstasy on his face and an irresistible urge, he immediately held up the "Pass" sign.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Beside him, the other three judges and teachers also held up "Pass" signs.

No objection, no suspense - unanimous vote!