Rebirth: Uranus Superstar

Chapter 2
Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon.

Han Sen looked at the passing bus, pinched the coins in his pocket, thought about the mileage to go home, and finally gave up taking the bus, and walked all the way to the place where he lived in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the way, he felt abdominal discomfort again.

"here we go again."

Han Sen took off his mask, took out the dried radish again, and chewed it slowly.

Slightly sweet, slightly astringent.

Soon, the discomfort in the stomach disappeared...

Thinking of what happened in the past few days, Han Sen sighed.

When I woke up, it was dark between the sky and the earth, and I could vaguely see the neon signs outside the window flickering faintly.

A little drowsy, but he knew he couldn't sleep.

So I opened my eyes desperately, and the physical sensation gradually became clear.

I just felt that the inner wall of the stomach seemed to be peeled off, causing a burning pain like corrosion.

Howling and moaning in a low voice, he finally knocked over a box of painkillers beside the bed, which relieved a little after taking it, then knelt and sat by the bed, found out the dried radish, and chewed it slowly and firmly.

recall the past.

He only remembered that the bifurcation appeared at the [-]-person concert that he had prepared for more than two years.

Seems like an accident?

The stage performance elevator broke down, fell violently, and fell to the ground suddenly.

The scene exclaimed.

After the rapid falling sensation and a brief moment of stupefaction, he could only see that his hands were covered with blood, and when he moved slightly, his lumbar spine felt severe pain.

His heart sank for a moment.

Soon, amidst the chaotic noise and screams, his consciousness fell into a blur and he closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, it was this strange world...

A huge poster of a man is pasted in the bedroom, occupying the entire small space.

Clothes are in disarray in the lockers.

There is a quiet black guitar next to the bed.

Bookcases are full of books about music.

Nothing else.

Fortunately, the ID card, essay diary, etc., let him gradually understand the past self.

"On March 3st, the Spring Festival has passed, and I opened this new diary to urge myself to continue to work hard on the road of music!"

"For inspiration, I first read Antoine's autobiography in prison."

"I think Antoine is a great black leader. He is the greatest South African. The spiritual content of his life is all about struggle and hope. This coincides with my philosophy! I know very well that Antoine It should be awarded the Tu Hong Peace Prize!"

"March 3, it's cold and I can't do anything. Play cards."

"March 3, the weather is colder today. Playing cards."

"March 3, playing cards."

"March 3, playing cards."

"March 3, playing cards..."

"March 3th, Han Sen, oh Han Sen! How can you be so depraved! Have you forgotten the plan you made before? Zi said: I will examine myself three times a day! I can't go on like this!"

"March 3, playing cards."

"March 3, playing cards..."

"On March 3th, yesterday, I discussed a major event with Ge Qingqi, Zhong Juntao, and Wu Yu. , this may not be successful, I hope my guess is wrong."

"On March 3, my guess turned out to be wrong. The company didn't stop us, and our interview was successful! Our Jinghong band passed the "Xiangjiang Star" band audition this year, and we can go on TV!"

"March 3, rehearsal."

"March 3, rehearsal."

"March 3, for Aqi, I became a hero today, but everyone is accusing me, maybe... am I wrong?"

"On March 3th, I stepped on the stage today. I know that I don't think, and I don't think. The entertainment industry is full of shady scenes. I am not willing to be No.27. We are the first!"

"March 3, rehearse and prepare for the promotion!"

"April 4st, today seems to be April Fool's Day in the West? But we Chinese people don't celebrate this holiday, but today Wu Yu made a joke with me, which surprised me. He said he couldn't see hope and wanted to leave. I think This joke is not funny at all."

"April 4th, today's promotion competition, the judges made it difficult for us again, but with the support of the audience, we were lucky enough to advance. The road ahead is long, and we have a long way to go."

"On April 4th, Wu Yu didn't leave, but A Tao told me that he wanted to open a noodle restaurant in Beijing, a noodle restaurant? I laughed out loud. Hey, he wants to inherit the mantle of the family. I questioned him, really... Do you really want to be a cook for the rest of your life? He was silent."

"On April 4th, Ge Qingqi brought me a letter, which is the employment contract of Yuanzheng Entertainment! Heh, Yuanzheng? Big company? Lack of drummers? Are you willing to pay a sky-high price for a drummer? I'll fuck you up, okay Sharp look."

"April 4, so helpless, why does everyone want to go north?"

"On April 4th, we entered the quarter-finals, but I couldn't be happy at all. The company didn't give any resource support at all. In addition, I encountered some things that made me have a bad premonition. I hope it's just me. Think about it."

"A Tao finally left on April 4. He cried so sadly that I don't know how to express my disappointment."

"April 4th, cloudy, heavy rain, Aqi also left, I sent her to the airport. The next one is Yu Shao, I know, Yu Shao is a rich second generation, and he doesn't care about this band at all, yes , he doesn't care!"

"April 4, goodbye."

……

The simple diary allowed Han Sen to understand the complex environment he was in, and the more carefully he read it, the more painful his heart was.

April 4 was the day when he opened his eyes in the middle of the night.

You are insisting on the things that should be given up, but you have given up on the things that should be insisted on.

Han Sen sighed.

I don't know the suffering of others, so I won't comment.

In short, the rest of life.

I will go on well for you.

But what made Han Sen a little tangled was that yesterday he passed by the bank and took his ID card to check the property under his name, only to find that the account was cleaner than his face...

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is penniless now.

Fortunately, there is no arrears.

Fortunately, there are still some grains in the refrigerator, dozens of boxes of dried radishes.

It's just a radish maniac.

But this seems to be the most economical and safest way to relieve stomach problems.

At this moment, night falls.

One after another neon street lights were lit up, and row after row of skyscrapers gradually lit up.

This unfamiliar environment made Han Sen feel uncomfortable. After looking at it a little, and carefully recalling the way when he came, Han Sen moved forward all the way.

He lives in an ordinary public rental housing and enjoys a talent housing subsidy, but even so, it is not a small expense for Han Sen who has no job for the time being.

The top priority is not only to solve the problem of food, but also to solve the problem of housing funds...

Han Sen was thinking as he walked.

In her previous life, as a singer, she played in bars and held concerts with tens of thousands of people in Gongti. Although she was not considered top-notch, she was also a well-known literary and artistic worker in the music industry.

Being able to write means that he can create.

Neng Wu is his eighth level of Jeet Kune Do, and he has also passed the coaching qualification certificate, so three or five strong men can't get close to him.

So there is also the title of Bruce Lee in the music circle.

Han Sen is confident that even if he doesn't work in the entertainment industry, he can still get a Jeet Kune Do coaching certificate and teach people how to practice martial arts.

But, it's just a matter of eating.

He calmed down, feeling a little awkward.

It's too embarrassing for the time-travelers to come here just to make a living.

As soon as he returned to the apartment building, a black commercial vehicle was parked in front of Han Sen.

Han Sen paused and raised his head cautiously.

The car door opened, and a thin young man in a suit and leather shoes walked out of the car with a frown, and said in a sullen tone, "Han Sen, why is your phone always turned off?"

Han Sen looked at him vigilantly, and while making a Jeet Kune Do kick, he said, "My phone is broken."

In fact, it was because I didn't know the password, and the phone was locked after entering it wrongly many times...

The thin young man noticed Han Sen's strange movements, looked around Han Sen for a while, then lowered his head and took out his mobile phone. After comparing the photos in the forum: "It's really you..."

He put away his phone, sighed and said, "Han Sen, President Zhai said that no matter what the result is, you have to compete today. Even if you lose, you have to lose on the stage instead of retiring."

"Now you are not eligible to retire, understand?"

Han Sen didn't speak, he was thinking about the other party's identity.

The thin young man said: "I, Zhao Yixin, have brought so many artists, you are the most disobedient one, Mr. Zhai has a lot of people, I won't care about you, I know you are a hero to save the beauty, but you are too stupid, There is no wink, and the key point is that Aqi himself didn't say anything, why do you have to force yourself?"

Zhao Yixin?
Han Sen suddenly realized the identity of the other party.

Jinghong's manager, mentioned in the diary.

According to this passage, Han Sen vaguely understood that the reason why Jinghong Band was "retired" was probably because of something hidden.

He tried his best to recall Ge Qingqi's appearance. It seemed that he was indeed a rare beautiful drummer. Ge Qingqi was definitely one of the elements that could not be ignored for the reason why Jinghong Band was so popular in Xiangjiang Star.

"Ah Qi has already left, and I can't get in touch with Wu Yu and Zhong Juntao."

With one hand in his pocket, Zhao Yixin dug his ear piercing with his little finger in the other, and looked up at Han Sen: "Then I can only invite you as the lead singer. I asked the program group that you can do it alone. Exceeding precedent is not an exception.”

"Let's go!"

Zhao Yixin looked at his watch, and said coldly: "Don't be ignorant, you can still get labor fees when you go, which is better than chewing dried radishes. Tsk, dried radishes? You really lost our 'miracle'."

Ah hit!

Han Sen took a step forward, and before Zhao Yixin could react, the back of his hand was already on Zhao Yixin's face.

When it was only three centimeters away from the face, the back of the hand barely stopped.

Zhao Yixin was stunned, looking at the big hand with well-defined joints, he could only feel the hair on his forehead being slightly shaken by the fan.

Amazing!
He broke out in a cold sweat, took a step back, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Han Sen withdrew his palm and said seriously: "Do you think my skills are okay? Besides a singer, I can also be an action actor."

"……let me consider it!"

Zhao Yixin's heart was pounding with fright, and he pretended to be calm: "But you don't have to have too much hope, to tell you the truth, you signed a five-year contract, and with Mr. Zhai around for a day, you would have no chance in this circle." When I look up, it's not that I won't help you, it's that I'm not capable enough to help you with a high probability."

Han Sen's face was slightly cold, and he took the initiative to step forward and got into the commercial vehicle.

Zhao Yixin stood where he was, sweating profusely, thinking back to the lightning-fast palm just now, he was still a little scared.

"This wretch still wants to get ahead..."

"It's terrible, why don't you find a rich woman who eats soft meals every day!"

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(End of this chapter)