As Wei Lun asked a question, the eyes of several people present fell on Fang Qing.

First round song submission...

The singing skills are compared to singing skills, and the creation of the collaborative lines is compared to song creation. Since it is creation, it is naturally necessary to submit the work.

Fang Qing recalled it, then shook his head, "Not yet."

The threshold for creating a league is indeed high. It is not something that a layman can successfully create works by buying two books and cramming them.

Fang Qing has been working hard to study and put together "find inspiration" from various songs, but he has not been able to produce a piece of his own work until now, so he naturally has not submitted it.

Wei Lun expected this answer, but he still looked surprised and asked, "But it will be over in two days. You can't write it now, right?"

Before Fang Qing could answer, Zhao Jianping took the lead in supporting role: "Did you all write it long ago?"

The Institute of Ethics of Wei nodded, "Of course, it is necessary to start preparing one year in advance. After all, writing songs, especially writing a good work, is not something that can be done by slapping your head. What's more, the schedule is so long, and you have to prepare a lot of songs, and the intensity is very high. If you really want to prepare one song after another before the competition, even the big guys in the circle can only force themselves to get together, and their level will inevitably decline. So what kind of competition will you participate in?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Wei Lun again.

Fang Qing lowered his head, looking thoughtful.

He originally planned to give up the competition directly, after all, continuing to participate in the competition is meaningless to him now, and it is just a waste of time. But Wei Lun pointed the topic to this, which suddenly made him have new ideas.

Didn’t he just recall a song of the future? It sounds like it’s OK. Why would you like to submit it as the first round of song? Chuanglian has many people watching from music companies. If someone is interested in it, he might be able to sell it for some money...

When Fang Qing thought that he now needs to ask his parents for money every month, he felt uncomfortable and wanted to be financially independent as soon as possible. Even if he didn't sell songs, he wanted to find a part-time job as soon as possible.

Of course, it would be even better if this song could be sold for some money. For an amateur, Chuanglian is a very good sales platform.

"In fact, preparations are short of one year in advance. Many people have accumulated several years to participate in the competition. When their level is comparable, the longer the preparation time, the higher the possibility of going to the back. Ning Ze, the most popular big shot in the circle, has been preparing for the competition for three years. He made great progress and made a big splash."

Wei Lun was still talking, but suddenly slapped his thigh.

"By the way, when I went to Anqing Conservatory of Music with Qin Xuejun last year, I met Ning Ze to take an open class. I was sitting in the second row..."

Zhao Jianping interrupted, "Qin Xuejun? I have heard of her, I heard that she is very beautiful?"

Zhong Lei glanced at Wei Lun without hesitation.

Wei Lun commented with a proud look on his face: "It's indeed very beautiful, but more importantly, it's excellent grades. I said just now that Anyin is one of the top music academies in Daxia, firmly ranked in the top ten. In terms of its influence on the pop music scene, it can be even more in the top three, so the quota for Anyin communication is very precious, and she and I got this quota..."

Fang Qing still lowered his head, his pupils tightened, as if he had seen something terrifying.

In fact, it's almost the same.

He seemed to see his own death!

Just now, as the name "Qin Xuejun" was repeatedly mentioned, something rushed out from the depths of his memory.

"Bang!"

It was a gunshot, a severe pain, and a name - Qin Xuejun, and her face.

Intuition told him that the gunshot and the severe pain belonged to him, and coupled with Qin Xuejun who appeared together, Fang Qing naturally had a guess: did this woman named Qin Xuejun kill herself in the future?...

The more Fang Qing thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was high. The only thing that made him still doubt was whether Qin Xuejun was the same.

According to Wei Lun, Qin Xuejun is a composition department, but in Fang Qing's future memory, Qin Xuejun is an actor.

Fang Qing couldn't sit still anymore, and he really wanted to meet this woman named Qin Xuejun immediately.

Just hearing her name makes him recall some future events. If he comes into contact with it, can he recall more details about his death? Even finding a way to save himself in the future?

Fortunately, the meal was over. Everyone finally finished the meal after blowing the water for a while. Under Zhao Jianping's greeting, they all stood up and planned to go to the next game.

Fang Qing at the door was the first to get up, stayed outside for a long time, and waited for Zhao Jianping, Wei Lun, Zhong Lei and the others to come out together.

Zhao Jianping was wearing a coat while walking.

Fang Qing stepped forward and approached Zhao Jianping and said goodbye directly: "Sorry, Lao Zhao, I'll leave first. I won't go after singing K later."

The next dinner party is singing K, which is a classic two-piece set for college students' gatherings, and the cost is naturally shared by everyone.

"You're not going?"

Zhao Jianping didn't expect Fang Qing to say goodbye suddenly. He stopped halfway through his coat and turned his head to look at Fang Qing, "Why?"

Fang Qing looked calm: "I really have no money, I can't afford to go."

This is not an excuse for him. Even if Qin Xuejun is not like this, he will not plan to go to the next sing K.

As soon as he said that Fang Qing could feel that the "he" who was healing in "King King" was so embarrassed that he was now, especially when Zhong Lei happened to be standing aside, "he" became even more embarrassed and wanted to find a hole to drill down.

But the old dog pussy who controls his body is very calm at this moment and does not feel ashamed to admit that he can't even beat a K.

Zhao Jianping was stunned, looked at Fang Qing for a few more times, and then tried his best to keep him, "Don't, it's not much money to sing a K-sing, so you can save it here and there. And everyone agreed that you can make everyone happy this time! Everyone goes, and Zhong Lei goes too." He said, pointing at Zhong Lei beside him in a vague way.

He really wanted to keep it because if Fang Qing left, he would have to pay his own money for singing K later: Fang Qing was not from their circle of circles, and if he wanted to join in, he would naturally have to pay a price.

Fang Qing looked at him and smiled, "I don't want to ruin everyone's fun either, but the dinner party is a bit expensive and I really have no money. Otherwise, would you help me with this money?"

Hearing that "the dinner is a bit expensive", Zhao Jianping's eyelids twitched, and then said generously: "This is OK, they are all friends, *%￥#@..." He was vague for a while, as if he was chanting a mantra, and didn't know what he was saying, and continued to wear the half-wearing coat.

After putting on his coat, he shook his clothes twice, pulled flat, and suddenly asked as if he was remembering something, "...You suddenly rushed to leave, is there something wrong?"

Fang Qing cooperated and nodded, "Well, the message I just received."

Zhao Jianping was very understanding, very considerate, and a little regretful, "Then there is nothing I can do. Since you really have something to do, let it go. Next time, there are many opportunities."

Fang Qing thinks this child is quite interesting. Such a person should do well in the future when he goes out of society.

"Okay, next time, I'll leave first."

Fang Qing greeted everyone again, and then passed the crowd and left first. The young "he" was also happy: "he" seemed to feel the contemptuous eyes of the classmates around him, which was so burning that it made him much easier to escape from here.

But in fact, "he" was overthinking.

This was just a calm little episode. Under Zhao Jianping's greeting, everyone went downstairs and rushed to the pure sound KTV in Building A next door. It was time to play and sing, and no one was going to talk about it specifically.

Only Zhao Jianping is really concerned about him:

Why did this kid Fang Qing leave? It shouldn't be.

It seems that the money to sing K is really unavoidable.

...

Zhao Jianping's sweetheart Fang Qing has returned to Anqing University at this moment and is strolling on the campus.

At night, the campus was filled with people, and Fang Qing walked around, looking around, like a tourist who had just come from a small city.

Everything in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar to him. Walking in this memory and reality gave him the illusion of walking in the time tunnel.

A phone call interrupted his trance.

The phone call was from my mother.

"Your father called you money today, five hundred. Buy the books as long as you should, and you can't leave your studies..."

My mother's voice was a little tired.

Recently, Fang Qinghua has a lot of money and can't stand drinking white porridge every day. So a few days ago, I asked my family for money to buy learning materials, and now the money has finally been paid.

"...No need, mom, I have books, I gave them to you... Really, his name is Zhao Jianping, and he is from our Institute of Economics and Management. I am very good at it. He graduated this year and wants to send things home. I helped him move back and forth several times. He didn't use some books and gave them to me... Yes, he is such a good person... I won't get the money back, just use it for living expenses next month. Don't get money from me next month. If you have money, pay back the money from my aunt's family first... It's enough. I saved the money from buying books. I still have a lot of surplus this month..."

He seemed to have not heard his mother's voice for a long time, and the voice that was always disgusted with long-lasting sounds now warmed the heart.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Qing stopped by the roadside for a long time and was silent.

Finally, he took a step again and walked towards the dormitory area, but he no longer had the feeling of wandering in the time tunnel.

He lives down-to-earth in this time and space.
Chapter completed!