In Apartment 1511, Building 10, Neon Home, AQ City, Wang Yecheng walked out of the bathroom and rubbed his wet hair with a towel while walking.

This is a single apartment with a guest bedroom and a bedroom that goes out of the bathroom and then the living room.

There is a rural urban drama on the TV at the end of the bed, and the two of them are bleating to each other on the camera.

After six years in this city, he still hasn't been completely used to this dialect.

After passing the bedroom, he came to the computer desk in the living room and sat down. Wang Yecheng was about to turn off the computer, but his eyes paused in the lower right corner and his hands stopped.

There is a new email in his work email, the title indicates the first round of song submission, and the submission ID is a strange name "Fang Qing", which is not on this year's regional key list.

"It's another crane, why is it like this..."

He murmured to himself.

Wang Yecheng is a staff member of the Anqing Office of the Organizing Committee of the Chuanglian. He is mainly responsible for a series of matters such as preliminary review and personnel follow-up. His official name is "Classman", but Wang Yecheng prefers to call himself "nanny" - he still hasn't voted for a good family.

The reason why he thought so was that Chigang District, where he was responsible, has always been the countdown in the Chuanglian area.

Not to mention comparing with Shatou District, which is open to Anyin, even with Wushan District, Duobao District, and even with TP District, Chigang District is inferior to that.

The entire AQ city is just a match between Huangge District and Chigang District, and a pair of brothers in distress.

The salaries of clerks such as Wang Yecheng are linked to performance. They can never produce results in the responsible area. Naturally, Wang Yecheng's salary is not ideal, and it has been like this for six years.

It would be fine if it was just like this. What was even more disgusting was the incident in the past two days: he finally found a good seedling among the Chuanglian contestants in Chigang District this year. He was very excited and felt that his life finally had hope. As a result, he was contacting the process, but he learned that someone had crossed the process and intercepted it! The most annoying thing was that he appealed angrily, but his superiors fooled the matter like a mud!

"grass!"

Wang Yecheng hit the table hard and said something swearing in his mouth.

After his anger gradually faded, he stared out of the window in a daze and slowly became stunned.

Six years... How many six years will be wasted in life? Has he been wasting time on these unreliable guys without distinguishing between day and night, and never seeing a way out?...

Maybe it was because Wei Lun, the only hopeful person in Chigang District this year, was taken away by Lin Chaofeng, which hit him a big blow; maybe it was because this sudden email became the last straw that broke the camel's back; or maybe it was just because the spring breeze tonight was too intoxicating.

Wang Yecheng looked out the window and thought silently for a long time.

Lao Wang also called himself for two years, and maybe it was time to give up this unrealistic fantasy...

Wang Yecheng's eyes gradually became firm.

Finally, he took his eyes away from the window, put his hand on the mouse, and planned to turn off the computer and go to bed, but stopped again when he was about to click to turn off the computer.

The cursor pauses for a while, moves away from "Shutdown", moves to the message prompt in the lower right corner, and clicks on.

At least stand the last shift.

...

For such unfamiliar ID, Wang Yecheng did not expect that Shanshan would come to eat the submitted works two days before the submission date.

According to big data and experience, 99% of the possibility of this kind of thing being a pitfall.

But this time it seems different...

In the computer speaker in front of Wang Yecheng, there was a piano mechanical playing sound without emotion.

That is the automatic performance generated after importing files in special formats into the corresponding software "Soundwalk". Although there is no real person playing with soul, the basic things can still be heard.

Wang Yecheng leaned on the chair, frowned while listening to the song while watching the lyrics.

It’s not because the song called "King of K Songs" is so bad, but because it was beyond Wang Yecheng’s expectations.

He originally thought this would be a piece of incomplete shit, and most of the works of the crane with strange IDs are like this. But in fact, this is actually a very complete work!

Yes, it is only necessary to "completeness", which is difficult for most people who participate in the Chuanglian. After all, there are too many young people who are passionate about participating in the competition. Especially for such works that are not familiar with the unfamiliar ID crane, there are very few in Wang Yecheng's experience.

But now this work has done it.

Wang Yecheng dared not assert how good it is, but at least in terms of the creative format, it is a qualified work. From his personal point of view, this song even satisfies him more than Wei Lun's first-round work, so good that he feels...

"Another copycat?"

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. Wang Yecheng immediately thought of this possibility.

Although this situation is extremely rare in his six years of work experience, it has not happened. He has also held hope, but the final result is found without exception.

But after some thought, Wang Yecheng still used his account to log in to the backstage of Chuanglian's official website and found the song "King of K Songs" in it.

After the contestants submit their first round of works, they will immediately enter the system's large music library to retain them. In addition, the system will automatically send three copies to three different staff for cross-examination based on the contestants' participation areas. Wang Yecheng received the email in this way.

Now he intends to submit this work through auditions.

Afterwards, the specialists of the organizing committee will check the songs to prevent plagiarism from happening. This is why he guessed that this song might be plagiarized and still submitted it to the audition.

Checking plagiarism is the work content of the colleagues behind them. All he has to do is to screen auditions.

After submitting the work, Wang Yecheng did not turn off the computer.

He opened the web page and searched, trying to find the original work of the plagiarized work, but found nothing.

This was not beyond his expectations. Nowadays, people are becoming more and more careful in copying songs. It is normal for such a superficial search and re-check to find out.

He just felt a little regretful.

Then he gave up searching, played the work in a loop, and listened quietly.

He liked this song, and there was a faint sadness, but also warmth, which made him feel that he had received some kind of healing.

When those colleagues find out the results, he has to ask them what the original song is.

...

The next day, at noon, the sun is shining

Fang Qing came to the B8 teaching building in the east of Anqing University and wandered around.

He came to find Qin Xuejun.

Fang Qing spent a whole morning, and used all kinds of excuses to ask people everywhere. Finally, he asked about the 13th grade composing class in B8 multimedia today. When he came over to see, he was indeed the case.

Now, we're waiting for them to finish class.

However, waiting at the door was obviously not a good idea. Fang Qing stood at the east exit of B8 and looked around, strode towards the front right.

This is the last class in the morning. After class, the students all have to go to the cafeteria to have dinner, so they must come out from the east exit, and the place he is targeting is the north exit of B7.

It is close to the east exit of B8, where it is hidden, and you can also take care of the people who come out of B8 carefully, and you can also come out and pretend to meet him by chance just after class. It is very natural and you can beat three birds with one stone.

But after walking in, Fang Qing was stunned.

There is a person hidden in the corner of this exit.

This place is indeed very suitable for cat people. He didn't see it outside. When he walked in, he found that this person was also an acquaintance.

"Hello."

After being stunned, Fang Qing nodded politely to the man.

The other party also nodded, then took out his cell phone, lowered his head and started playing, but he looked up from time to time and looked towards the east exit of B8.

It was also a plan to meet by chance, Fang Qing thought to himself.

This unexpected acquaintance is Zhong Lei. As for the person she wants to "meet by chance", Fang Qing can guess it with her butt. Who else can she be except Wei Lun?

【Who is not a licking dog? Licking is a cycle.】

Fang Qing deliberately sighed in his heart, and looked at Zhong Lei for two more times, but he didn't feel any movement from the "he" in his body.

From this morning, he could not feel the existence of "him".

"He" seems to have really died.

Fang Qing couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment, so he could only pursed his lips and remained silent...

Zhong Lei felt a burning gaze behind her, which made her mind unable to focus on the phone in front of her.

How did he know that he was here? He wasn't following him, right? This is really a bit scary!

Also, what did he want to do without saying a word? Could it be that he planned to confess his love to himself now?

Zhong Lei knew that this boy liked him, and he was so clumsy that he couldn't hide his thoughts at all.

She has seen many boys like Fang Qing, but she wouldn't care about them at first. If Fang Qing had taken the initiative, she wouldn't even mind being a friend with him - she also had so many such friends, not many more.

But the problem is that she is waiting for Wei Lun now.

If Fang Qing came up to confess his love and got entangled with her, and Wei Lun came out and saw it, that would be bad. Maybe what would he think.

We have to send the boy away before Wei Lun and the others finished class.

Zhong Lei is very experienced in this. She knows how to deal with such a boy. The only thing that makes her hesitate is that this guy actually followed her here.

This was the first time she encountered such a stalker, which made her a little scared and hesitant.

After a while of this, the bell for the end of get out of class in the building rang. After a while, a student from the composition department had already come out from the east exit of B8.

Can't wait any longer!

Zhong Lei gritted her teeth and determined, turned around and was about to speak on her own initiative, but she saw Fang Qing walking straight towards her.

“Sorry…”
To be continued...