Spare Tire is Gone

Qi Cong was forced to continue to lean back until his back leaned against the back of the sofa, unable to retreat.

He moved uncomfortably, trying to stir up the topic and break the subtle and strange atmosphere at this time: "I'm really sorry, I'm actually listening to you. You said that you can start by substituting the emotions of the characters. I tried to complete it today. To construct the character of You Changqing, a character analysis was also done."

Gu Xun still didn't speak, his face got closer and closer, and the smell of fir was overwhelming. Qi Cong could even feel the light and warm breath when Gu Xun breathed. And... Qi Cong's gaze fell on Gu Xun's more oppressive facial features when viewed from close range, swept over Gu Xun's thin lips, and then moved upward, falling on Gu Xun's slightly drooping eyes, and then followed Gu Xun's. Look... He pursed his lower lip uncomfortably.

Gu Xun was watching him... He tilted his head slightly and said, "Gu Xun, you--"

Gu Xun suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Qi Cong.

Qi Cong was shocked by the intense and hot emotion in Gu Xun's eyes, and his heartbeat became uncontrollably faster.

It seems...a bit dangerous.

"Gonggong." Gu Xun reached out and grabbed Qi Cong's arm to prevent him from hiding. He turned his head slightly, his voice was low and soft, "Gonggong, I teach you, should you...should pay me a little tuition?"

The arm was held and the breath was captured. The distance between the two was only a few centimeters. As long as Gu Xun bowed his head, as long as Gu Xun bowed his head... Qi Cong shook his hand hard and asked, "What do you want?"

Gu Xun's eyebrows were stained with a smile, slightly evil and a little overbearing. He raised his hand to touch Qi Cong's face, his tone was still gentle, and asked, "What do you think?"

Qi Cong had never seen Gu Xun like this, but... he wouldn't hate him. Because even if it was all like this, Gu Xun didn't mess around, but first asked for hints, and waited for his consent.

He looked at Gu Xun, thinking of the comments he saw during the day, his heart trembled, he was almost compromised, almost intoxicated, and almost couldn't help responding, until... he saw the curtains ajar. window.

Will be photographed!

"No!" Qi Cun suddenly became sober, reached out and pressed Gu Xun's shoulders to push him away, got up and sat on the slanting single sofa, looked at the window, and then looked at Gu Xun, concealing his gaffe with seriousness. "Let's continue the class, I must listen carefully this time. The tuition... I'll pay you later."

Gu Xun sat up slowly, looking at Qi Cong, his eyes were still deep, but his expression slowly returned to gentleness, and he was a little bit disappointed: "Are you sure you will give it later?"

Such Gu Xun is too pungent. Qi Cong nodded: "Um...I will give it later."

"Okay, then I'll wait." Gu Xun seemed to be compromising, his gaze swept over Qi Cong's tight expression and red eartips, smiling, and sorting out the information on his legs that had been scattered because of the movement just now. Leaning towards Qi Cong, "Then you can concentrate and don't let your attention go."

Qi Cong leaned in too busy, making a posture obediently listening to the class.

Gu Xun then continued to explain: "Of your three scenes, only the last death scene is more difficult. Although this scene is short in time, it has a rich emotional level. It ranges from shock and disbelief at hearing the bad news to realizing the heart. The collapse of the impossible desire to achieve, the pain of poisoning, the hatred of the father before death, and the nostalgia for the mother and childhood, the mood presents an arc of ups and downs that descends and rises and eventually calms down until it disappears, which is difficult to interpret. In addition, your character wears a mask and cannot show expressions, and can only rely on gestures, here..."

The low and sweet male voice spread in the room, Qi Cong's mood slowly calmed down. At first, his gaze was still on the document Gu Xun was holding, then he couldn't help but moved up secretly and fell on Gu Xun's serious expression with drooping brows.

It seems... I know Gu Xun better.

He smiled very shallowly, then narrowed his gaze and listened to Gu Xun's analysis and explanation intently.

...

Perhaps Gu Xun’s analysis was too detailed, which impressed him too deeply. Perhaps it was because he had a dream every day and night. This night, Qi Cong had a dream with twists and turns. In the dream, some people wore ancient clothes and some people wore modern clothes. Some people cry, some laugh, some are cold-hearted and unfeeling, some are infatuated, and then their eyes are full of dreams.

When the alarm clock rang, Qi Gong opened his eyes and sat up and covered his forehead. The dreams that had just been clear and immersive quickly faded away. After only a few breaths, there was only a void in his mind.

He frowned, pressed his somewhat groggy head, turned off the alarm clock, and got up.

When he packed his things and was about to go out, Qi Cong scanned the laptop on the table and suddenly remembered that he hadn't visited Jiangtian.com since he came to Hengcheng. He raised his hand and patted his forehead, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone to search for Jiangtian. ,click to download.

When I went to the restaurant for breakfast with Shen Jiahui, Qi Cong took the time to install the APP, and then tried to log in with his author ID.

The account login is successful, and his data on the old Jiangtian website has been successfully migrated to the new website. He was a little bit novel, set up according to the system guidelines, and then the homepage of Jiangtian.com jumped out.

Like most novel websites, the top position on the homepage of Jiangtian.com is reserved for the website's gold list. Qi Cong swept across at will, then his expression stagnated until his face was completely expressionless.

The first place in the gold list: "Chivalrous Bone" by Shui Wuhen.

The second place on the gold list: "The End of the Bone" by Shui Wuhen.

The third and fourth place in the gold list: "The Bone Stained in Blood" by Shui Wuhen, and "The Trip to the Bone" by Shui Wuhen.

The gold list is displayed in the form of the cover of the novel. Due to the limitation of the screen size of the mobile phone, the gold list can only display the cover of the top four in full. The novels that are ranked behind can only be seen by tapping the "more" arrow to slide.

This kind of setting makes the gold list at this time look like it was covered by Shui Wuhen's "Chivalrous Bone" series.

Although this is actually a package.

The irony is that Jiangtian.com’s old text and new signing activity section is just below the gold list. Qi Cong’s "Chivalrous Bone" is really like Lengfengrudao said, ranking first in the section, and Shui Wuhen's "Chivalrous Bone" is next to each other. With.

More ironically, the cover of Shui Wuhen's "Chivalrous Bone" series is excellent and atmospheric, which is very eye-catching, while the cover of Qi Cong's "Chivalrous Bone" is not set by the author himself, so it shows a custom match randomly matched by the Jiangtian.com system. The cover is very simple.

Plagiarism and originality, one bright and beautiful, one dull and simple, make people wonder what to say.

Qi Cong clicked on Wu Heng's "Chivalrous Bone".

The collection is almost a million, and the data is enough to outdo the crowd.

He clicked on his own "Chivalrous Bone" again.

The collection of 90,000, because there is a three-day review period for new texts, all data except collections and word counts are all zero.

The contrast is too tragic.

Qi Cong was silent for two seconds, stopped looking at the homepage, and opened the author's background.

In the backstage inbox, there were five system station shorts. He reached out and opened them. The three systems automatically sent out welcomes and reminders to the author of the contract, as well as two short station shorts from the cold wind.

He turned on the cold wind and took a short look.

The editor cold wind is like a knife: no one will return to send you the Penguin, if you see the station is short, remember to join the group.

A group number is attached to the back.

Editor's cold wind is like a knife: Wu Heng's fans don't know where to get the news that Jiangtian.com is about to terminate the contract with Wu Heng. They are crazy. After your article data is moved over, all Wu Heng's articles are on the gold list in one fell swoop. Don't read it, just write yours. Remember to make a cover and put it on.

It turned out to be so.

When the elevator arrived on the floor where the restaurant was located, Qi Cong put away his mobile phone and went out first. Then he logged in to the Penguin number during breakfast, entered the group number given by Cold Wind Rudao, and handed in an application for entering the group.

The application has not been passed, it may be too early, and the cold wind hasn't gotten up yet. Qi Cong turned the Penguin into the background and opened Jiangtian.com to take a look.

Both chapters have been sent out in the manuscript box, and the code has been updated.

He glanced at the system cover of "Xia Bone", looked at Shen Jia who was rolling noodles next to him, and asked: "Jia Jia, have you brought a tablet? I want to make a cover."

...

Half an hour later, the nanny car stopped outside the filming location. Before getting off the bus, Qi Cong uploaded his pure row cover to Jiangtian.com and clicked OK.

The system is refreshed synchronously. On the homepage of Jiangtian.com, under the exquisitely painted cover of Wu Heng's version of "Chivalrous Bone", two large, chic and sharp ink-color characters lie quietly on a pure white back cover, like a flat boat breaking in. Quiet mountains and rivers, Jianghu Xiaqi broke out of paper.

At lunch, the chief screenwriter of "The Legend of Qing Gu" suddenly appeared and called Zhao Zhenxun away. After half an hour, Zhao Zhenxun came back and handed the five A4 papers stapled together to Qi Cong: "Your new part of the drama, get acquainted with it. The new costume will probably be produced the day after tomorrow, and the costume will be tried as soon as it arrives. Pretend. I’ve already greeted the acting teacher. Starting tomorrow, you will follow the teacher in the hotel for four sessions a day, and you don’t need to follow the group.

Five sheets of paper are very light, but Qi Cong feels the weight is very heavy in his hand. He asked: "Is there a new costume?"

"Your character is the son of the prince. It's not good to wear too poorly and too ordinary." Zhao Zhenxun looked at his watch, "You will hand over work with Xiao Han in a while, and go back to the hotel in the afternoon to prepare. Also, the episode "Wandering Thoughts" The scores of the music have arrived today. I contacted your vocal teacher. In the afternoon, you will study the music with the teacher."

Qi Cong nodded.

After talking about business, Zhao Zhenxun suddenly lowered his voice: "It's already started."

Qi Cong was puzzled, and then immediately reacted. He squeezed the information and asked Zhao Zhenxun: "Where did you start?"

"Public welfare." Zhao Zhenxun added, "It will be released slowly. You have to leave time for Jiang Zhaoyan to react. This kind of play is interesting only when you come and go." After patting Qi Cong's shoulder, he turned and left.

The story of the screenwriter calling Zhao Zhenxun to go out was not secret. After a while, the news that the screenwriter had added drama to Qi Cong spread throughout the crew. Some actors who didn't care much about Qi Cong before did not know that Qi Cong would also participate in "The Legend of Qing Gu" until then.

The atmosphere of the crew is faint and subtle, and Qi Cong can perceive countless complicated sights falling on him from all directions. He ignored them all, concentrated on handing over work with Xiao Han, then returned to the hotel with the newly obtained play and contacted the vocal teacher.

The interlude of "Qing Gu Zhuan" is a very sad love song. The first part is slow and affectionate, and the latter part bursts out abruptly. There is a cathartic desperate chant, which requires higher singing skills.

Qi Cong hummed the song to the score at the request of the vocal teacher, and looked at the computer screen after singing.

On the screen, the vocal teacher frowned and pondered for a while, and said: "The first part is very good. Your voice and emotional control make you easily control this part, but the explosive singing part at the back... lacks skill and breath. Steady, practice."

Qi Cong also knew that he was lacking, and nodded, "Okay."

It was almost time for dinner after class, Qi Cong drank a mouthful of water to sooth his throat and picked up his mobile phone.

There were a few unread messages from Gu Xun lying on WeChat. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, read the messages one by one and responded carefully, and then mentioned that he had been added to the scene.

Gu Xun didn't reply, he should be busy.

Qi Cong waited for a while, then cut out of WeChat, looked at the Weibo icon on the interface, remembered what Zhao Zhenxun had said, and reached out.

Overnight, the turmoil of public opinion caused by Gu Xun's blog did not cool down, but spread even more. Among them, some marketing accounts have sent a lot of news about Qi Cong as if to conform to the public's mentality of eating melons. However, these news are no longer all in the air as before, but started from Miki.

One of the long articles written by a marketing account named "Chigua Group" stood proudly at the top of all similar articles with more than 20,000 comment data.

The article is very long. Using the way of storytelling, the Chigua group follows the timeline and tells the story of Miki's history from establishment to bankruptcy. The melon group should have made a lot of preparations. The writing is interspersed with many news reports and small stories about the entrepreneurship of generations of Miki bosses. The writing is concise, easy to understand, and a few strokes outline the personality of the generations of Qi family. .

The industrious and simple first-generation Miki boss Qi Weimin, the second-generation Miki boss Qi Changjiu who dared to pioneer and is not afraid of failure, and the calm and courageous three-generation Miki boss Qi Yin... Miki’s decades of ups and downs, just like this, with the change of several generations of bosses In front of everyone.

At the end of the article, the group of eating melons wrote: When looking up the information, I found something very moving. From the first generation to the third generation, Miki has always had a "give you a home" charity support project since its establishment. Miki will allocate a fund every year and customize a batch of furniture, desks and chairs, lecterns, desks and chairs. Go to various impoverished mountainous areas and hope primary schools. Even when it was difficult for the company last year, Miki still fulfilled the contract and delivered the donated materials promised in the previous year to the helpers. I don't comment on other things. Only this point. I admire Miki and Qi Yin who said "You can't let the children wait."

There is no history of Miki's bankruptcy in Qi Cong's memory, and Qi Yin and Lin Hui never tell him this. He looked at the section describing the bankruptcy of Miki by the eating melon group, and looked at the haggard and exhausted figure of Qi Yin in the photos and reports posted in the article, his palms clenched his fists tightly, and it took him a long time to release and stretch out. Pointed to open the comment area under this article.

Hot comment 1: Miki, alas, I’m from Haicheng and I have used a lot of Miki’s furniture. To be honest, the quality is really good and the price is not expensive. I don’t know about economics, so I feel it’s a pity that it’s such a good brand, but if it doesn’t, it’s gone.

Hot Comment 2: So does the logo of the Three Trees refer to Miki? My God, the desk I used in my elementary school was the desk given by "Give you a home". I still remember that there was a sentence printed on the desk of my elementary school at that time, "Miki Chengsen, the forest gathers all souls". It's strange why this is printed on the table.

Hot comment three: Haicheng locals come out and say that Sanmu has done more than this for public welfare, as well as "Haicheng Springwood Project", "Haicheng University All Souls Project", "Helpers" and so on. Basically Haicheng Miki participates in the larger public welfare projects. Let’s talk about a little known, the "Haicheng Single Mothers Support Association", which was also made by Miki. Qi Yin personally served as the chairman and helped many single mothers successfully start businesses and find jobs. My mother is one of the beneficiaries. I Really thank Qi Yin.

Clicking on the replies under these hot reviews, you can see that there are many Haicheng locals who come out and say that Miki is good, and occasionally one or two come out with yin and yang. It's just that Miki furniture is expensive, but the quality of Miki furniture is not poor. Or something bad. There are also many people who used Miki’s donated desks as a child to express their gratitude.

The atmosphere in the comment area is harmonious, and most of the comments are heartwarming.

Qi Cong didn’t know how much public relations there were, but even if only one of these thankful comments was wild, he felt it was worth it, for the dedication of grandpa and mother, and for grandpa’s and mother’s persistence in public welfare and return to his hometown. .

He continued to scroll down the hot comments, and when he was about to turn to the third page, a comment stopped him.

The sea is full of water: The blogger is quite comprehensive, but you are wrong. The reason for Miki's bankruptcy is not Qi Yin's repeated decision-making mistakes, but her son's troubles. This son not only cheated his mother, but also cheated his good friend's company. Before committing suicide, Qi Cong had been serving as the marketing manager of Yanhuang Smart Home and was also in charge of part of the after-sales affairs. Two days ago, Yanhuang smart home was in chaos after being sold out. Guess who left this mess.