Just to Sweep the Entertainment Industry Chapter 43: I was sprayed again

The training to get in shape was far more terrifying than Yan Lu thought, so much so that after the first class, in just two hours, his whole body was about to fall apart.

He forced himself downstairs, got into Guo Hang's car, and slumped on the seat, unable to move.

He was ashamed of being so greedy at his age, and he wanted to add a few more class hours a week... He was afraid that Guo Bang would have to pay 120 to carry a stretcher to send him away.

He just got into the car here, and the phone with the same name over there chased him in. As soon as the call was connected, he shouted loudly, "Yan Lu Yan Lu, hurry up and go online, you are being sprayed again!"

"Ah?" Yan Lu was so tired that his brain couldn't work anymore, and he couldn't understand for a while, "Who sprayed me? What am I worth spraying?"

"It's as if you've been sparing less during this time." Qi Ming rolled his eyes and complained, but said anxiously: "Oh, this time is different, you are a group of literary spammers, you Weibo you They've all been hotly searched."

"Huh? Literary? Why do they criticize me?" Yan Lu was even more stunned. He knew that he wouldn't understand if he asked Qi Ming again, "Okay, hang up, I'll go take a look."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and clicked on Weibo. There was no need to search. All the top trending people were.

——"...not a single sentence, just a few poetic words, and combining them together is poetry. Poetry is about tension, but also gorgeous, and needs rich artistic conception to attract people's attention. This poem is as plain as water, and it has no artistic conception at all. It just seems to be a casual sentence or two when drinking tea. If this is also called poetry, and it is also touted, then we need teachers and professors in the liberal arts college. what to do..."

——"...a twenty-eight-year-old man, who came up and said 'when you are old', this is not a moaning, this is not pretending to be sad, what is it! Poetry is not reality, but it is also born out of reality It’s not just a picture that can be imagined to compose a poem. Anyone can draw with a pen, but some people are masters of landscape painting, some are masters of oil painting, some are masters of simple strokes, and some people just use pen to draw It's just a painting, the difference is not a little bit..."

——"...I want to say that this song is really touching at first listen, especially the first three giants, which spread out a picture at once. But unfortunately, the follow-up processing of the song is not ideal. , is too bland, without any turbulence, can't lift the mood, and can't continue the original mood of the song at all. It's a pity..."

——"...if I can speak a little English, I will show it off, pretending to be tall, but in fact it is short and vulgar. This poem shows that the author's starting point is good, but that's all, the talent can't keep up , Literary literacy is not deep enough, making sentences composed of piled up words unreasonable. I really don't know how long your ears are! How your language teachers teach! Don't you usually read poetry collections... "

——"...If you talk about love poetry, Ninger Yu is the first in the world. Her poetry collections "Flying Birds and Love Can't Be Gained", "Where Are You Hanging Your Face", "Sit Alone on a Quiet Bridge" "Don't think ahead", these are the models of love poems. The strong or tranquil emotions are blended into gorgeous rhetoric, and every time people read it, it is like drinking a cup of bitter coffee or a mouthful of fragrant milk cake. And like This kind of writing by Yan Lu is just like a child playing a house, and there is no profound thought, only a pale and powerless oath..."

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"..." Yan Lu really didn't know what to say. If the poems written by a Nobel Prize winner for literature are not called poems, what other people's poems are called poems?

Guo Hang saw the speechlessness on his face, and also said with a smile: "Around nine o'clock, these people began to emerge one after another, posting Weibo, posting short videos, and going to the comment area of ​​Penguin Music to review the essence of the music. It's a pity that netizens didn't buy it when the posture came out."

Yan Lu also saw it now.

——"I'll go, where did these people come from? Which onion? Which garlic? If you don't know, don't beep..."

——"Quietly, these people have the labels of literary masters on them. You see, the most popular one is a well-known professor of a university's liberal arts college..."

——"It's really a big forest, there are all kinds of birds, and they can come out to get the heat. You said that Yan Lu's poem is not a poem, but you took out what you call poetry, oh, yes, I forgot You didn't..."

——"I found out that some people can't see Yan Li, right? If you release a song, you will be sprayed, but we don't have ears and can't listen? Or do we have no brains and can't judge?..."

——"You guys are going home, don't be embarrassed here, whoever planned to publish a collection of poems some time ago, didn't he just get rejected by the publishing house, and what are you talking about... …”

——"Open your eyes and have a look, Ning Geer Yu has posted on Weibo that Yan Lu's "When You Are Old" is a very good love poem, and also a very nice love poem , I will ask you if your face hurts..."

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The collective IQ of netizens is online, and Yan Lu expressed that he is very pleased.

Because if such remarks can bring the rhythm, the world will not be a fantasy, and it will probably be a hangover.

Yan Lu exited the page, gave up image management completely, fell into the seat, and found a comfortable position.

Guo Hang kept watching him adjust his posture before he said slowly, "I remember Qin Nani reminding you of the precautions for walking, sitting, and lying down. Would you like me to confirm it for you?"

Taking a deep breath, Yan Lu swallowed it vigorously. He struggled to get up, and sat neatly on the seat according to Qin Nani's instructions, "I am a person who is strict with myself."

Guo Hang laughed a few times before continuing, and said, "The other party can't help it. If you launch the navy, the popularity data of your live broadcast yesterday is obvious to all. Penguin Music Platform, the play rate of "When You Are Old" And the download rate is rising steadily. How long has it been since the 24-hour hot song list was released, your song has already been firmly in the first place, and the second place is 108,000 miles away. In this case, turn on the brainless Spraying it is tantamount to trolling yourself."

"From a professional point of view, how dare anyone in the industry dare to challenge the fifteen musicians behind "Star Singer"? You have successfully played in the gym or even won the championship. They didn't say anything, and who is idle? It came out to make a mess."

"So, the other party looking for these people is nothing more than disgusting and disgusting you. It's not a loss, and no matter how good or bad, these people have really gained the heat. And if they do, it will affect your song to some extent. The strength is so weak, after all, the next live broadcast will be in six days, and everyone still wants to sing well."

Yan Lu nodded, he naturally understood the reasoning, "In the next issue, is there a replacement singer?"

"Yes." Guo Hang opened a folder at the red light, handed the pad to Yan Lu and said, "The next replacement singer is the eldest Sun Zhe, who is known as the evergreen tree in the music world. , He is a person who only plays music, and his exposure rate is not high, but he occasionally has amazing works on stage. He is best at modern ancient styles, and he is also a master of folk music. It can be said that his music skills are very solid. ."

"The next period is qualifying, that is, no one will leave the field in this period."

"But the results of the two matches are the same. In order to make the next knockout less stressful~IndoMTL.com~ this game still has to make the results look better." Guo Hang finished speaking and glanced at Yan Lu, "So , do you want to sing a song?"

Yan Lu laughed angrily, "It's not that easy!"

"Ten years music library, you are not!" Guo Hang exclaimed exaggeratedly, and then returned to his normal tone, saying: "Actually, you don't have to ask yourself this way, no one stipulates that original singers must be original in every performance. , you can take the road of adapting classics, everyone is like this. Moreover, I can also invite a professional music producer for you to help you.”

Yan Lu didn't answer immediately. She was originally from the Beidouxing Music Academy and was no stranger to production and arrangement, but she lacked a little talent and a little idea, which happened to be restricted by Yan Lu of the two worlds. After all, he has grown up under the influence of earth music for nearly forty years.

Therefore, it is not impossible if you really throw your arms around and adapt some songs from this time and space.

But Yan Lu is an ambitious person, and ambitious people want to achieve a legend of their own, otherwise it would be a waste to wear a different time and space.

The most important thing is that he really has a narcissistic complex with a full moon. He always feels that the music from the previous life is better and more diverse than the music in this time and space. Even movies and TV series, many of which are brought over. It can be compared with Ji Kangxu's works.

"Let me think about it, don't worry."

Guo Hang didn't say anything else. If his own artist is so strong and motivated, if he is really capable, he naturally raises his hands in approval.

After all, he was also tempted by this almost miraculous achievement.

"That's right." Then he thought of another thing, "Mo Xin, once known as the Prince of Love Songs, his manager called me and said he wanted to invite you to sing. Any ideas? "