My Exclusive Dream Game

After Bai Jinxuan recorded the show, it was already midnight. After that, he had a supper with the host and a few guests. This was a necessary interpersonal relationship.

After the game ended, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and she returned to her car, but she didn't feel sleepy. An An, the agent next to him, has already started to sleep.

She didn't bother An An. She picked up her phone and unlocked it. She remembered the email she had received before recording the show, and couldn't help but click it again, weighing it in her heart.

The hotel she stayed in was near the TV station and arrived in a few minutes.

After returning to the room, she said to An An who was still yawning, "Give me your computer."

An An took the laptop with him and took it out to her after hearing the words.

"There is no important information in it, right?" Bai Jinxuan asked as he turned on the phone.

An An hesitated for a moment and said, "Nothing is particularly important, mainly some video materials."

"That's fine, you go to bed first."

"You also go to bed early, and you have to rush to take a plane early tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I see."

When An An left, she boarded QQ, opened the email, downloaded the attachment to the computer, scanned it with the computer's built-in anti-virus software, and decompressed the file after seeing the prompt that it was safe.

After decompression, it is an audio file.

She bit her lower lip and turned on the audio, and there was music from the speaker, which sounded like a lute.

"It's really a song."

She was very happy and listened carefully. As soon as the prelude sounded, it sketched out the tension of the soldiers facing each other, grabbed her ears all at once, and then a male voice sounded...

"Why is it so short?"

After a while, a song is over. She glanced at it, only one minute ahead, generally speaking, a song lasted more than three minutes.

After thinking about it, there are verses and choruses in it, and if you loop it, the time is almost the same.

I can only say that the person who makes the song is lazy.

Before, she had never studied music, but after receiving training, she also learned some basic things, not to mention music literacy. But as a listener, she thinks this song is very nice. As far as she feels, none of the new songs she has listened to this year can match this one.

She couldn't help but clicked play, and listened to it several times, the more she listened, the more she liked it.

However, she finally turned off the player, turned off the computer, took a shower in the bathroom, and went back to the room to sleep. Get up early tomorrow and exercise restraint.

Lying on the bed, she was still thinking about the song. Although she has never heard this song, it is hard to say whether the person who sent the email is the author.

Should I ask someone to ask?

She thought about it, and soon fell asleep. She was really tired after a busy day.

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The next day, Bai Jinxuan was awakened by a knock on the door, and it was An An who came to call her.

After only a few hours of sleep, she got up from the bed with great perseverance, and it would be miserable if she couldn't catch the plane.

After washing and having a simple breakfast, the makeup artist came over to help her make up. As a traffic idol, as long as she appears in public, she must make up to show her best side.

Put on makeup, a group of people left the hotel with their luggage and rushed to the airport by car.

At the airport, I met a large wave of enthusiastic fans. Under the **** of the security guard, with a smile on her face, she walked into the airport terminal.

It was not cleaned until I got on the plane. She took out her mobile phone, opened the QQ, and opened the email last night. She wrote down the other party's QQ number and found the other party through the number.

According to the information, he is a man, twenty-five years old, and nothing else. There is nothing in the space. However, from the perspective of rank, it is not a new number.

She sent a friend request.

After a while, the plane was about to take off. She turned off her phone, put on her blindfold, and started to sleep.

After a few hours, the plane arrived.

Bai Jinxuan got off the plane and turned on the phone to see. There was no news from his friends yet, so he thought he might not have seen it.

When I walked out of the airport, I encountered a large wave of fans who came to pick up the plane, the scale of which was larger than that of the drop off.

After finally squeezing out, she got into the car and rushed to the next place of work at the fastest speed.

It's another high-intensity day.

Until twelve o'clock in the evening, she finally ended the day's work.

On the way back to the hotel, she was about to fall asleep. She couldn't stand the intensity of this work for a week, no matter how strong she was.

When she arrived at the hotel, she opened her eyes with difficulty, struggling to get out of the car. While asking, "What time is the work scheduled for tomorrow morning?"

An An said, "No tomorrow morning, you can take a good rest."

"Why not? I remember I was going to shoot a magazine cover."

"I pushed it until the afternoon. I think you're almost exhausted, so you need to take a good rest."

"All right, I'm a little tired these days."

After returning to the room, she didn't even want to take a bath, and fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

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The next day, Bai Jinxuan woke up from his sleep, picked up his mobile phone and looked at it. It was already past nine o'clock. He sat up abruptly, then froze, only to remember that he didn't have to work this morning.

She took a breath and lay back.

During this period of time, I got used to getting up early, my nerves have been tight, and suddenly relaxed, instead of getting used to it.

"Sleep for a while."

She put the quilt back on, rolled over, and closed her eyes.

Ten minutes later, she opened her eyes again, a little helpless, "Can't sleep."

Usually sleepy to death, getting up is simply a torture. Now I have time to sleep, but I can’t sleep. It's pretty simple.

She simply got up, opened the curtains, and took a shower in the bathroom. As a southerner, she felt uncomfortable without taking a shower for a day.

Forty minutes later, she came out of the bathroom, sat in front of the mirror, and took care of her skin seriously. During this period of time, I was too busy and didn't even do daily maintenance. Now I have to make up.

After finishing all these, it is almost noon.

Before An An came to find her, she got into the bed again and took out her mobile phone. Enjoying this leisure time that belongs to her.

She turned on the phone and saw that QQ had a reminder message, she was startled at first, and then she remembered the email yesterday. I was happy, and I finally got a reply.

The other party sent a message, "Excuse me, are you?" Looking at the time, it was just after eight o'clock this morning.

She replied, "Yes, you sent an email to my mailbox, I think you sent it to the wrong person."

After a while, the other party replied, "Really, I'm sorry."

She sent another one, "Out of curiosity, I opened the attachment and listened to the song inside. I hope you won't be offended."

"I made the mistake first, and I can't blame you. I just hope you don't post it online."

"Don't worry, I won't do this kind of thing. But, take the liberty to ask, did you write this song?"