Chapter 387
Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed
387 Jiang yiran into Meng Fu at an exhibition!
âYou can go.â Meng Fu raised her hand at him.
President Yan had already given Meng Fu the procedure, so he knew that he would only have to follow master Ebert to grade the other students and give Ebert a reference.
However, Meng Fu had her own thoughts. She would just follow Ebert later.
The phone in her pocket rang.
Meng Fu took it out and saw that it was Tang ze.
As she looked for the bathroom, she put on her earphones and answered, ââHello, teacher Tang?â
On the other end of the phone was Tang ze, who had not contacted Meng Fu in a long time.
my manager just told me that you want me to make a trip back to T city? â Compared to before, Tang zeâs voice was gentler now, and it was not hoarse.
Yeah, I want you to sing a theme song for me, â Meng Fu said casually as he walked out.
Director Xuâs audition location was not too far from T city.
âThe theme song?â Tang ze nodded and naturally did not reject her. just in time. I wanted to treat you to a meal.
âIâll send you the address later. Itâs tomorrow.â Meng Fu said a few more words to Tang ze and hung up.
On the other end of the phone, Tang ze was in a lounge. After hanging up the phone, before he could say anything to his manager, someone pushed the door open and came in.
It was a middle-aged man who came in. He looked at Tang ze and handed a manuscript to him apologetically. Iâm sorry. Our director Chen said that your song is not suitable for our TV series.
Hearing the middle-aged manâs words, Tang zeâs manager looked up at the middle-aged man.
The TV series that the middle-aged man was talking about was the most recent big IP, â legend of the Shen Gong. because the theme song had not been decided yet, Tang zeâs manager found this line.
In the entire entertainment industry, Tang zeâs manager felt that if Tang zeâs creative ability was ranked second, then no one in the same era would dare to be first.
Tang ze only wrote this song after he finished reading the general plot of the novel â legend of the Shen Gong.
They said that they were not suitable for TV shows, but Tang zeâs manager knew what the situation was.
For the past two months, Tang ze had been following Meng Fuâs instructions in the box and had not come out for any activities. He focused on his throat, had no announcements, and was not popular.
After two months of hard work, the manager was surprised that Tang zeâs voice had improved a lot, so he found him a job.
However, Tang zeâs manager was used to such things in the industry.
âLetâs work together again if thereâs a chance.â Tang ze was not unhappy. He got up and shook hands with the middle-aged man. He was still gentle and polite.
Thinking about being able to treat Meng Fu to a meal tomorrow and even help Meng Fu sing the theme song, Tang ze was even happy.
In the past two months, his voice had almost returned to its peak. He had even signed with glory world, and manager Sheng had taken great care of him and arranged a top-notch recording studio for him.
Tang ze did not do anything for the past two months, so he naturally felt guilty.
Now that Meng Fu asked him for help, Tang ze couldnât wait to help sing the theme song.
Although the theme song for âlegend of the Shen Gongâ was a big hit, it was not as important as Meng Fuâs help.
After he left with his manager, the middle-aged man looked at Tang zeâs back and sighed.
Then, she went next door and looked at director Chen who was monitoring the progress of the drama. director Chen, that song is much better than the one Ms. Xi sent over last night. Why didnât you use Tang zeâs song? â
Tang zeâs is better. director Chen looked up at the middle-aged man and shook his head. but weâre an IP drama. We donât just want it to be good. Between Xi Nancheng and Tang ze, which one do you think will be the most popular? â
The middle-aged man still frowned after hearing director Chenâs words.
âWhat if you add the two words [ director Xu ]?â Director Chen said unhurriedly.
The middle-aged man looked up in shock. âDirector Xu?â
thatâs right. From what Xi Nanchengâs manager said, heâll probably be singing the theme song for director Xuâs movie. director Chen smiled. we can use this opportunity to get on director Xuâs trending page.
âNo wonder.â Hearing director Chenâs words, the middle-aged manâs brows relaxed.
He finally understood why director Chen had chosen Xi Nancheng.
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At the same time, at the Beijing Art Associationâs youth tournament exhibition hall.
When Jiang Yiran arrived, almost everyone was already there. There were two staff members at the door, and after identifying Jiang Yiran, they handed her a medal. this is the student medal of the Beijing Art Association.
Jiang Yiran took it and looked at it carefully. A â D â was written on a red background and black characters.
She still remembered the gaze that Yu Yong cast on her when she received her d-rank student card a few days ago, as well as the attitudes of the Tong family and the Luo family towards her.
The students of the Beijing Art Association proved that they were the target of countless peopleâs lifelong pursuit.
Jiang Yiranâs goal was very simple. First, he didnât want to be eliminated by the Beijing Art Association. Second, he wanted to expand his network and find a teacher here.
An a-grade teacher from the Beijing Art Association was something that even the mayor of T city could not compare to.
Jiang yiran pinned the medal to his chest, then straightened his back and walked in with his painting.
In the exhibition hall, there was already a staff member waiting. He counted the number of people. When all the students had arrived, he said, ââIâm sure everyone knows that there will be an a-rank teacher and an S-rank student coming over later. Now, please put your paintings on the booth. If any of your paintings catch the eye of a teacher or an s-level student, you will have the opportunity to be recommended to a C-level teacher or a B-level teacher.â
âNow, everyone, please find your own booth.â
As soon as he finished speaking, the nine new students started discussing among themselves with flushed faces.
Jiang Yiran had already taken a fancy to the third booth on the left. It wouldnât stand out too much and wouldnât be forgotten. She put her painting there.
Of the nine new members, only two were girls. One was Jiang yiran, and the other was ding Xuan, Jiang yiranâs neighbor.
From their conversation, Jiang yiran learned that she was a local from Beijing and ranked third this time.
âDo you want to go to the washroom?â Ding Xuan invited Jiang Yiran.
...
Jiang Yiran naturally wouldnât refuse.
As the two washed their hands in the sink, ding Xuan said to Jiang Yiran, ââFrom what Iâve heard, the teacher whoâs coming this time is master Ebert.â Ding
The excitement in his tone could not be concealed.
Jiang Yiran only knew about the situation in the art Association in T city, but he didnât know much about Beijing.
She didnât know who Albert was either.
In the past two days, the only teacher she had seen was a B-grade teacher, and it was the kind that she had only seen from afar.
Hearing this, she pulled out two tissues to wipe her hands and asked calmly, ââTeacher Ebert?â
in the entire Art Association, heâs second only to the teacher of the three leaders. He has a special booth in the Federation. To a certain extent, our entry into the capital city Art Association is only the starting line. Ding Xuan lowered her voice. he might succeed the three leaders. The number of people in the art Association who want to be his disciple can line up to the gate, but he has a bad temper ...
Both of them were wearing D-class badges on their chests. As soon as they turned the corner, they saw the thin figure in front of them with headphones on.
Jiang yiran stopped in her tracks when she saw the man. She closed her eyes and looked at him again in disbelief.âWhat are you doing here?â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
This was the interior of the art Association.
...
The other party was Meng Fu.
Meng Fu was still on the phone. He glanced at Jiang Yiran but didnât reply. He continued to call someone.
Ding Xuan, who was beside Jiang yiran, followed her outside. She retracted her gaze and asked Jiang yiran curiously, ââWho is this? New member? You know her?â
Iâm not familiar with her. Jiang yiran shook her head, directly putting aside her relationship with Meng Fu. She didnât need to rely on the Jiang family now. she never learned painting since she was a child. My teacher didnât want her. She dropped out of school to become a celebrity when she was 16. She might be here to record a show today.
Old master Jiang had watched TV at the Jiang familyâs house before, so Jiang Yiran knew that Meng Fu had recorded in T cityâs Art Association.
âLetâs go in quickly. Master Ebert must be here.â Jiang Yiran didnât want to have anything to do with Meng Fu and the Jiang family. She didnât even look at Meng Fu and left. She and Meng Fu were now people from two different worlds.
The exhibition hall was different from before. The other members were gathered together, their faces red as they looked at a middle-aged foreign man excitedly.
Ding Xuan was stunned, then she grabbed Jiang Yiranâs arm. âTeacher Albert, do you see that? thatâs teacher Albert!â
Even without ding Xuanâs reminder, Jiang Yiran knew that it was an a-grade teacher who came today, not to mention ding Xuanâs reminder. She knew that this a-grade teacher was the most powerful one among all the teachers.
She took a deep breath and followed ding Xuan to say hello to Ebert.
âTeacher Ebert!â After everyone had greeted each other, ding Xuan and Jiang yiran, who were waiting in line, stepped forward and stood three steps away from Ebert. this is our painting.
Jiang Yiran pinched the sweat on his palms.
âYes.â Albert glanced at her, his gaze not even stopping for more than a second between her and her painting.
His voice was faint, and his expression was dignified.
Jiang Yiran loosened her grip, her expression indescribable. She had always been a proud child of the heavens and had never been ignored like this.
But before he could think of anything else, Albert suddenly raised his head and looked towards the door.
His apathetic expression visibly softened as he walked towards the main entrance. He seemed to be smiling.âYouâre finally here. Come over quickly.â
The students here were both respectful and fearful of Ebert.
Hearing Ebertâs gentle words, they subconsciously raised their heads and looked towards the door.
At the door, Meng Fu was putting on his medal as he nodded at Ebert. His voice was neither fast nor slow, and he was quite polite.âTeacher Albert.â