The concert was confessed by the queen, I was reborn

Chapter 21 Jiang Lan
After buying the stocks, Fangran was not in a hurry to leave.

Open the official website of the Huaxia Music Association on the computer, and Fangran logs in to his account to check the copyright progress of the songs uploaded and applied for registration in the past two days.

Not surprisingly, it is still under review.

Although he wanted to sell the song as soon as possible in exchange for money to invest in the stock market, Fangran was not in a hurry to send the prepared lyrics to Giant Music before the copyright was registered.

Defenses can not do without.

In case the other party receives his contribution and finds that the copyright of the lyrics has not been registered, he will maliciously register.

Even if Fangran did not fetch water from the bamboo basket in vain, he would be involved in copyright disputes.

I am currently fledgling, competing with Giant Music, which is already one of the domestic music giants, is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

Really unwise.

Fangran felt that it was necessary to defend himself.

After logging out of the account, Fangran closed the page and left here.

By the time Fangran came outside the classroom, it was almost 10 minutes before class started.

The head teacher Luo Yongtian was in class, Fangran didn't go through the front door, but sneaked in through the back door instead.

Luo Yongtian, who was lecturing, naturally noticed it, but he just glanced at Fangran and didn't say anything.

Before the class, Ran had already applied to him in advance, and he knew what Fangran was doing just now, so the two of them tacitly agreed.

The students who noticed this situation couldn't help casting envious glances at Fangran.

If you change someone, you will definitely not be treated so well.

Chi Guoguo's indulgence!
Qin Hao beside him was already used to it, but he was a little curious.

"Fangran, where did you go just now?"

After the flag raising ceremony, Fangran ran away without a trace, but it took so long to come back, it was hard not to gossip.

This kind of situation had never happened to Fangran before.

"stomachache."

"Did you fall in the toilet?"

"..."

Facing Fangran's death stare, Qin Hao quickly shut up.

After two classes in the morning, Fangran, who was full of musical notes, put down his pen and breathed a sigh of relief.

The lyrics are not difficult to remember, but it is not so easy to fully restore the score without the aid of instruments.

Fangran didn't major in music in his previous life, so it was still a bit difficult.

If you have time, you should buy some music teaching materials to have a look and enrich your knowledge of music theory.

"Come on, let's eat."

The students in the classroom have already left the classroom one after another, Qin Hao also reminded.

After putting away the notebook, Fangran got up.

Taking Pei Keqing who was waiting outside, the three of them walked out of the school together and came to the snack bar last time.

While waiting for the meal, the three of them took out their mobile phones at the same time.

"Hey? When did you buy your mobile phone?"

Qin Hao was surprised when he saw the mobile phones that Fangran and Pei Keqing took out at the same time.

"Just two days ago."

"It's not interesting. You don't even say anything when you have a mobile phone. Show me." Taking the mobile phone away from Fangran, Qin Hao glanced at Pei Keqing again, and couldn't help teasing, "Hey, you're still Couple models?"

"Let's talk nonsense and beat you!"

Pei Keqing blushed when she heard the words, and quickly put on an angry look.

Seeing Pei Keqing's behavior that was trying to cover up, Fangran didn't say a word, but was secretly happy.

Obviously there is no silver 300 taels here.

The three saved numbers with each other, and Qin Hao suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, I found a very nice song last night, and I want to share it with you."

Soon, Qin Hao found the video saved last night, clicked to play, and handed it to Fangran and Pei Keqing.

As the melody and singing came from the phone, Fangran and Pei Keqing looked at each other with weird expressions.

Isn't Qin Hao playing the video of Fangran singing at the event on Saturday afternoon?
The video is a bit blurry. Judging from the screen, the photographer should be a little far away, and the specific appearance of the singing person cannot be seen clearly, but Pei Keqing can be 100% sure that that person is Fangran.

She was there too!

"Why didn't you respond at all?"

He showed Fangran and Pei Keqing this video in the mood of sharing, but the expected situation did not appear, Qin Hao was very depressed.

"Where did you find this video?" Fangran asked without answering.

"School forum, that post is very popular, and many people like it."

School forum?

Oh, that's fine.

I don't know who took the video and put it on it, but Fangran didn't take it to heart.

There are a lot of students in Huaicheng No. [-] Middle School, but few of them really pay attention to the forum. Even if they spread it on it, what kind of disturbance can it cause?
Besides, the video is so blurry, who would know that the person singing in it is him?

Not to mention others, Qin Hao didn't even recognize him.

"How is it? It sounds good, doesn't it?"

After waiting for a long time, neither Fangran nor Pei Keqing gave any feedback, which made Qin Hao a little impatient.

Although there was a lot of noise in this video and the scene was a bit noisy, the melody and singing voice in it moved him very much.

Qin Hao desperately hopes that what he likes can also be recognized by Fangran and Pei Keqing.

"Good to hear!"

"That's right, I think it sounds good too."

"Not only is it nice to hear, this man is also very handsome."

"Really? Fangran, how did you see it?"

After staring at the rather blurry video for a long time, Qin Hao became confused instead.

The rap song was nice, but Qin Hao objected at all.

But this...

"Ask your sister Qing if you don't believe me." Fangran raised an eyebrow at Pei Keqing.

"Miss Qing?"

"..."
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Magic City.

In the villa of Jiang Lan, the newly promoted queen.

The manager Ji Shuyun who finished the call came down from upstairs.

"Alan, check your mailbox quickly. Mr. Chen has received a song from Qu Ziyang and has already sent it."

"Qu Ziyang?"

Jiang Lan, who was looking out of the window with a gloomy face, suddenly became more energetic when he heard the name.

Qu Ziyang is a singer-songwriter who has risen in the music scene in recent years, and every song that comes out of him is well received and of good quality.

It's just that this person has an arrogant personality, doesn't have many friends in the circle, and never writes songs for others easily.

It probably took a lot of effort to get the song from him.

With a mood of expectation, Jiang Lan turned on the computer, entered the mailbox, and saw the email.

Click on it, and looking at the score of the lyrics inside, Jiang Lan looked very serious.

After a while, Jiang Lan took the guitar that was put aside, sat in front of the computer, and began to play and sing referring to the lyrics on it.

After about ten minutes, the melody and singing stopped.

"How about it?"

Seeing Jiang Lan put down the guitar, Ji Shuyun asked quickly.

Jiang Lan shook his head.

"Or not?"

Ji Shuyun was stunned.

Seeing Jiang Lan like this, I know that she is probably dissatisfied with this song.

"The quality of the lyrics and music is good. It's no problem to include it in the album, but it's still a bit short of being the title song." Jiang Lan sighed.

What she lacks now is a title song with enough weight.

It was already there, but the gold medal creator who cooperated with Naihe suddenly broke the contract, and the song flowed to the rival company.

"How about the event? Have you received any new songs?" Ji Shuyun asked suddenly.

Just last week, Jiang Lan specially asked for the submission mailbox of the song solicitation activity from the company, and personally did the screening.

Although there is little hope, Ji Shuyun is still looking forward to luck.

Jiang Lan shook his head.

At the beginning of the event, there were a lot of contributors, and there were a few songs with good quality, but they still couldn't meet her requirements. As two months passed, the number of manuscripts received every day became less and less.

"We don't have much time left."

"Ugh…"

(End of this chapter)