8 o'clock in the morning, Chen Minhao's bedroom.
Chen Minhao rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned twice. Today is Saturday. According to the agreement between him and Wu Hongrong, he has to go to Wu Hongrong's studio this morning to further discuss the album.
At 10 o'clock last night, Chen Minhao left the drama troupe's party. When he got home, he took a shower and did not sleep. Instead, he continued to polish the first song of his album as planned, and did not go to bed until 4 o'clock in the morning.
However, it is indeed unfair to say that it is "polished". After all, Chen Minhao is just a "porter". However, although Chen Minhao could sing many songs in his previous life, he had only a limited understanding of their melodies.
Chen Minhao planned to thoroughly understand the melody of each song and imprint it deeply in his mind before putting it out. In this way, he can be confident when discussing with others.
After all, what he heard from Wu Hongrong was that other people would be involved in the production process of this album. If you only know these songs but don't know why, it will make others doubt you.
Although their imagination is not enough to suspect that they have traveled through time, it would not be good if they were suspected of being ghostwriters in the creation of the songs. A person working in the entertainment industry must cherish his or her feathers.
Chen Minhao turned on the air conditioner to the maximum temperature of 30 degrees. After doing two sets of abdominal muscle tearing exercises on the yoga mat on the ground, he straightened up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Chen Minhao brushes his teeth with his left hand when taking a shower because he firmly believes that brushing his teeth with his left hand every day can prevent a certain degree of Alzheimer's disease.
There was foam in his mouth, but this did not prevent Chen Minhao from humming for his own entertainment: "Li Ren is exiled to the border, as if entering the fifth season, the harmony of day and night is chaotic, the tide rises and falls at will, there is no spring in the dictionary .”
Chen Minhao was singing in full swing when suddenly, "I'll take a sip of your love for me." His cell phone on the bedside table rang.
Chen Minhao sighed and dried his body with a bath towel. He was drying his hair with a hair dryer and checking his phone.
It turned out that the call was from an unknown number. Chen Minhao had no desire to call back. He continued to hum.
In the dormitory building of Beijing Film Academy, Zhang Zeren looked at his good brother Zhou Bingqing nervously and said: "Chen Minhao doesn't answer my call, what should I do? Is he really angry?"
Zhou Bingqing said in a tone of hatred: "Are you afraid now? Why didn't you think about it yesterday? Didn't Chen Minhao have a party with his classmates? Didn't he have a party with his roommates? Why didn't anyone tell him How about taking a group photo and posting it on Weibo? You are the smartest person in the world, right?"
A series of rhetorical questions left Zhang Zeren speechless. He pursed his lips a few times and said, "When we used to get together, we often posted photos on Weibo."
Zhang Zeren knew that his own statement was not convincing. In fact, when he posted this photo, he had considered riding on Chen Minhao's popularity.
Last night when the number of fans on Weibo was growing like crazy, Zhang Zeren felt that he had made the right decision and happily interacted with Chen Minhao's fans.
It wasn't until Zhou Bingqing called him at 1 o'clock in the middle of the night and asked him if he had Chen Minhao's permission to send the photos that he gradually calmed down.
Although they had been together for a week, Zhou Bingqing felt that Chen Minhao was a very nice person just like his junior brother Luo Jing who often played basketball. But Zhang Zeren is still a little afraid that Chen Minhao has a sweet face and a bitter heart.
Zhang Zeren didn't sleep all night. He was excited for the first half of the night and worried for the second half of the night. In the end, he decided to take the initiative to call Chen Minhao: It was better to apologize on his own initiative than to be accused by him.
When Chen Minhao got up and took a shower, Chen Qiang started to make breakfast for Chen Minhao: fried eggs and fried buns.
There was once a joke: In the era of mobile Internet, there is a reason why China has developed far faster than Europe and the United States. Knives and forks require two hands, while chopsticks only require one hand, and the other hand can also play with mobile phones.
Chen Minhao took out his mobile phone in his left hand to browse Weibo, and held chopsticks in his right hand to eat breakfast.
Chen Minhao saw that he was on the hot search again, and it was also on the hot search because of a group photo, and he thought: Can this also be on the hot search
Chen Minhao began to reflect on whether he usually posts too few selfies, otherwise he wouldn't have sent fans into a frenzy with a low-pixel photo.
Although many people were hoping to get a response from @陈民昊, Chen Minhao still decided to deal with it coldly.
Chen Minhao gradually realized the dual effect of a celebrity's public identity. It can not only bring benefits, but also make the celebrity himself fall into a whirlpool. Therefore, a star must be cautious in his words and deeds and try his best to maintain his public image, that is, his personality.
Chen Minhao took a hard bite of the bun and thought to himself that he hated the so-called "personality" the most back then. He was really old. After all, after the Chinese New Year, he was still in his twenties and was going to be a third-year student.
"Let me taste the love you said for me." The phone rang again, and the phone number was the missed call just now.
"Brother Hao, this is Zhang Zeren. Are you awake now? Is it easy to talk?" Zhang Zeren is a junior, while Chen Minhao is only a freshman, but he speaks the word "Brother Hao" very naturally.
"Is there anything you need?"
"Brother Hao, I'm sorry, I posted the photo online yesterday, and it caused a lot of noise. Your fans are really amazing!"
Hearing the fans praising him, Chen Minhao smiled happily and said, "It's okay. Just don't post it in the future. My manager won't allow it."
"Oh oh oh, okay!"
When Zhang Zeren heard that Chen Minhao was not angry, his heart finally jumped back into his stomach. However, he is worried that this incident has given some students a bad start, and there may be others who are also relying on Chen Minhao's photos to gain popularity.
And Chen Minhao may put this debt on his head, after all, he is the instigator.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Minhao was ready to pack up and go out. Although he and Wu Hongrong had made an appointment to meet at 11 a.m., there was a serious traffic jam in Kyoto, so there was nothing wrong with leaving early.
Chen Minhao was very glad that he chose to go out earlier, because it was exactly 10:55 when he arrived at Wu Hongrong's house.
When Chen Minhao came last time, Wu Hongrong didn't pour him water, but this time he took the initiative to pour water for Chen Minhao.
Wu Hongrong wore a long black cotton-padded jacket. He first complained to Chen Minhao that the weather was so cold this year, and the heating bureau did not want to provide heating for a longer period of time, so it stopped the heating on March 15.
Then he said to Chen Minhao: "I looked at the hot searches on Weibo, and some netizens said that you plan to film a drama. Will this affect the production of your album? Is it mandatory to perform in this drama?"
(End of chapter)