After calming down, Zhang Yang had to admit that what the other party said made sense.

With the two-year deadline, he could not be an introverted man who lived in seclusion and had to be exposed as much as possible.

If you want to attract fans by the name of "original talent", just by his current level of knowing nothing about music, it is probably not "the middle way of entrepreneurship collapses before the middle way", but it is "dead before he succeeds in his career."

"Even if I start learning now, I can't learn it for a while, and I can't learn it even if I'm lying in the hospital..."

"During hospitalization, I can teach you some basic music theory knowledge..."

Zhang Yang ignored her words, "So I think, before I can write songs, sing, and make movies, can I do something else first?"

"for example?"

"If you want fans to be more than just celebrities, you can also be a writer, right?"

“The fan conversion rate of literary works is too low.”

This is the truth. Even if readers like a writing work, they rarely turn to worship its author. Not to mention comparing with celebrities, they can't even compare with the characters in their works. "You are just a novelist, and you know nothing about xxx" has happened.

"No matter how small the mosquito is, it's still meat."

Perhaps because I don’t like the little bit of mosquito’s flesh, the relevant memories of text works have not been sealed. For example, text works such as "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "Zhu Xian", and "Qing Yu Nian", and related film and television music works have been sealed, but the memory of the novel itself is not affected.

"Don't you want to be a star?"

"It's not that I don't want to be a celebrity, I don't want to sell my character and pretend to be innocent, and I don't want to marry a pure person before marrying someone. But I don't know when to give you a big news to female celebrities. Don't tell me to marry someone else. What you can get into after entering this industry are basically people in the circle..."

“No one stipulates what character you want to sell.”

Her crisp, tender and sweet voice was like a beautiful girl whispering in her ear, but I don’t know if it was because it involved what she cared about, and her tone showed a faint coldness.

"There are so many high-quality resources that have been proven to be successful. If you still need to rely on selling your character to please your fans, you will not blame anyone except for saying that you are a waste."

Zhang Yang was speechless for a moment.

He actually knew very well that he was just talking about part of the reason for this repulsion, but the most important thing was that he didn't want to get out of his comfort zone.

In order to write in his previous life, he learned many aspects of knowledge and knew very well how difficult it is for a star to make a name for himself. Although this guy in his mind can provide resources for his work, it does not mean that he can get it without effort. Learning music is just the beginning.

If you can comfortably type in front of the computer, why go to a strange field to fight?

Although the conversion rate of the text works is low, there are so many text works in the past life, I don’t believe that I can’t pile up a star writer!

A crisp, tender and sweet voice said lightly: "I emphasize again that you have just gained the memory of your own in another world, and you are still the original you. If you have been suppressed by Su Hui's memory like this, eight hundred days later will be your death."

"Eight hundred and thirty-two days."

After Zhang Yang corrected it, he was silent for a while, and then asked, "What do you say?"

"For the same thing, the thirty-year-old Zhang Yang and the 18-year-old Zhang Yang have completely different feelings..."

"Twenty-nine! I haven't even celebrated my 29th birthday yet!"

"I have already started to worry about this issue. Is it still important to be over thirty years old?"

“…”

"If your own emotions have been suppressed by Su Hui's memory, then based on what you may be exposed to and experienced now, it can basically be concluded that before death, you will never reach the experience or emotional boundary required to trigger the work for the first time."

Zhang Yang remained silent.

In his previous life, he had already entered the middle age of his life. When he occasionally recalled the past, he had no regrets or regrets that flashed through, but in the end he could only do what he should and could do now, because everything could no longer be changed, so he could only tell himself to look forward.

There are no choice but to do everything in life.

But now is the real opportunity to be reborn in front of me?

The above feelings are not false words, but as a single dog who has only had one love experience and ended in failure, Zhang Yang could not deny it deep in his heart. What really touched him was actually the next words:

"What's wrong with celebrities? Haven't you been an honest person for too long and want to be a scumbag? Look at the one next door, at worst, you can just go to orthopedics for two months, and someone will accompany you to take care of..."

"If you think about it carefully, is there any career that is more suitable than a celebrity? The more chaotic the circle, the more suitable the scumbags to survive? As long as they are not exposed, who cares about what you are doing in private?"

"Su Hui's memory is a huge treasure. You have countless high-quality resources. In the entertainment industry, if you master the resources, you will master the lifeblood of countless people. You don't need to take the initiative to do anything. There will be a large number of beautiful women who will spend their best to jump on you."

"At that time, will you have to discuss cooperation with sexy business partners or chat about life with beautiful fans and friends? Isn't it all your choice?"

Zhang Yang was silent for a long time before sighing, "I admit that your words are very attractive, but not everyone can be a scumbag. If you don't say anything else, your conscience is not so easy to throw away, especially a natural good man like me."

"so what?"

"Didn't you say you want to teach me music theory? Get started."

"hehe."

After so many days of harassment by repeater machines, Zhang Yang, who was ridiculed by this mockery, continued to ask: "Apart from experience and emotional compatibility, are there any other ways to obtain a work?"

“…yes, but you will have to wait until you get your first work.”

Zhang Yang thought about it and asked again: "Can I ask, what kind of person you are... exist?"

"You can understand it as multidimensional space or quantum morphology."

"Anyway, I don't understand, right?"

"yes."

"Where are you from?"

“…thirty-third level outside the heaven.”

"Uh... this shouldn't be an entertainment article? At least it must be a city, right?"

The other party obviously understood his ridicule and said lightly: "Do you think the thirty-third heaven is equal to myths and legends? If the earth is regarded as the first heaven, then the solar system is the second heaven and the Milky Way is the third heaven."

This explanation is a bit novel, and it suddenly returns to the feeling of a modern urban city.

Zhang Yang asked again: "What's the name?"

The crisp, tender and sweet voice unexpectedly fell into silence. After a long time, he whispered: "Luo."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Such a coincidence? My name is Xia!"

After seeing his memory, the other party naturally understood Xia Luo's joke and ignored him.

"Luo's screaming is so strange. If you don't mind, I'll add a suffix to you, how about "Luo Shen"?"

"what ever."

"Can I ask something else?"

"for example?"

"Why me?"

"There must be such a person."

"Do you have wisdom and emotions?"

No answer.

"You won't monitor me for twenty-four hours, are you?"

No answer.

"Are you real?"

Still no answer.

"How should we locate our relationship? Subordinate?"

This time, there was a response: "You can understand it as a game, with the goal of living, and the way to continuously improve your reputation."

"I'm the only player?"

"I am."

Zhang Yang was stunned, "What about me? Your character in this game?"

"You can understand this way."

Although it was just a metaphor, Zhang Yang still felt a little strange, "Why are you playing with me?"

Luo Shen ignored him and said lightly: "If there is no problem, let's start."

"have!"

"You know the seven basic sounds of do,re,mi,fa,sol,la,xi..."

"have……"

"They are recorded in the simplified spectrum as 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, respectively, and the pronunciation names are c, d, e, f, g, a, b..."

"without……"

"Simplified scores are not simplified by the five-line scores. The two are like Chinese and English. There is no subordinate relationship and difficulty, but the writing of the simplified scores is more convenient..."

Zhang Yang interrupted: "You are too inefficient in this way. Why not find this book to study by myself after I was discharged from the hospital."

""Phone" is the speed unit of music. For example, when conducting, the gesture is to wave the beat. Each beat continues to change at a specified speed, which is "constant beat".

"The constant beat is a baseline of music, and the length of a constant beat is a quarter note..."

Listening to the sweet voice that was no longer monotonous and repeated in my mind, Zhang Yang quickly found the feeling of class and fell asleep. But I don’t know if he has been used to taking off his pants and sleeping recently. Instead, he can’t sleep well.
To be continued...