Chapter 16 Songwriting Daily Life
After eating something quickly, Fang Langxing felt that his stomach, which had been protesting against him, felt a little better.
After working for an unknown amount of time, Fang Langxing fell asleep in a daze, his head resting on his arm, his face left with red marks from the headphones.
It was not until he heard Mu Liunian's call that Fang Langxing responded vaguely. Due to lack of sleep, his brain had not yet fully started. He stared at Mu Liunian and heard him say something, completely unable to understand.
"Oh, our Lang'er is so silly." Mu Liunian rubbed Fang Langxing's cheek with heartache, helped him take off his headphones, and pulled him to the cafeteria.
It was not until he took a mouthful of hot porridge that Fang Langxing finally came to his senses. He stared at the spoon in his hand, bewildered: "Why am I here?!"
Hua Xinyi, who was eating breakfast with him, was amused by Fang Langxing and choked. Duan Hanyun patted him on the back in a funny way. Duan Hanyun looked at Fang Langxing and said, "You've been sitting here for a long time, and you're just now completely awake?"
"What time did you stay up yesterday?" Mu Tianya asked, "Liunian said you didn't really eat the food he brought you."
Fang Langxing rubbed his eyes and wanted to stretch, but Yun Zhao, who was sitting next to him, brought him a rice ball. Fang Langxing answered Mu Tianya's words while turning around to take the things in Yun Zhao's hand: "I don't know, I didn't check the time before I fell asleep, ah!"
Fang Langxing froze in place. Yun Zhao and Mu Liunian were startled and asked him what was wrong.
Fang Langxing covered his neck and slowly turned his head back: "I think... I have a stiff neck?"
Fang Langxing felt like crying but had no tears as he felt the dull pain coming from his neck. It must have been because the air conditioner was too low yesterday and he had fallen asleep on the table.
"Are you suffering from a stiff neck?" Mu Liunian put his hand on Fang Langxing's shoulder. The warmth from his palm was transmitted to Fang Langxing through his clothes, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
"It's okay, I'll massage you later." Hua Xinyi said. He is a dancer and always gets minor injuries for various reasons when practicing dance, so he developed the habit of carrying medicated oil with him and also practiced massage skills.
"Is it too much trouble? Brother, you still have to choreograph, right?" Fang Langxing asked. Hua Xinyi is an important member of their dance adaptation team, and Fang Langxing doesn't want to waste his time.
"It's okay. If your songs don't come out, we don't know which direction our dance will go." Hua Xinyi patted Fang Langxing on the back: "It's just a massage. How long will it take?"
"Okay then." Fang Langxing continued to drink his porridge, and suddenly remembered something, and then said: "Oh, yes, my song is almost finished. Brother Mo, when are you going to the studio?"
Hearing this, Lin Jingmo and the others looked at Fang Langxing in shock. Ruan Tianxi forgot to chew the bun in his mouth: "So fast?!"
"Ah?" Fang Langxing felt everyone's gaze and looked up at them in confusion: "Ah, it's just a change, it's not that difficult?"
"Really?" Lin Jingmo and the others smiled, but didn't say anything else.
Only the trainees around who accidentally heard their conversation revealed their masks of pain. In fact, the program team took into consideration that not all trainees have been exposed to this kind of knowledge, and specially found a teacher to open a course.
They had just started the class and others had already finished writing. It really made them look so stupid.
After breakfast, Fang Langxing was pushed by Mu Tianya and Mu Liunian to go back to sleep. However, Fang Langxing had no intention of refusing. He was also very sleepy. He was as sleepy as he was last night.
Fang Langxing slept until three o'clock in the afternoon. When he opened his eyes, he was still a little confused about where he was. However, after looking at the watch, he decided to get up, otherwise he would probably not be able to sleep at night.
After going out, Fang Langxing came to the practice room of his team. Lin Jingmo and Ruan Tianxi were not there, and it seemed that they were in the studio.
The others were all there. Hua Xinyi and Yun Zhao gathered together to study the dance moves, Duan Hanyun was studying the lyrics, and Mu Tianya and Mu Liunian were listening beside Duan Hanyun.
Hearing the noise at the door, everyone looked up and saw Fang Langxing coming in rubbing his eyes. Duan Hanyun stood up and walked towards him: "Don't rub your eyes with your hands."
Fang Langxing smiled at Duan Hanyun and put his hand down obediently. Mu Tianya complained behind Duan Hanyun: "Brother, you talk like my mother!"
When Mu Liunian heard his words, he silently walked away two steps and looked up at the sky, ignoring the shouts of Mu Tianya who was being patted on the back by Duan Hanyun. Alas, my brother deserves to be beaten for his mouth.
"Lang'er, why don't you sleep a little longer? Have you eaten?" Mu Liunian came to Fang Langxing and warmed up with him.
"I'm not hungry. Let's have dinner together tonight." Fang Langxing had just moved twice when he was hit by a stiff neck again. He thought he would feel better after a good sleep, but it didn't.
"Come on, I'll give you a massage." Actually, Hua Xinyi wanted to give him a massage in the morning, but seeing that Fang Langxing looked very sleepy, he let him go to sleep first and planned to wait until he woke up before doing anything else. He also thought that Fang Langxing might come to the practice room, so he put the medicated oil in his bag and carried it with him.
Fang Langxing nodded again and again. Hua Xinyi's palms were warm, broad, and strong.
[Massage after a stiff neck is really painful...]
[The same painful mask was revealed involuntarily...]
[Lang Er once again proved that his face is pure natural kkk]
[Although, I still want to say it! Lang Er, use your face well!!!]
[I also have a stiff neck, why don’t I have such a handsome guy to give me a massage, and why don’t I have a group of other handsome guys to worry about me? 】
[Sister upstairs, first of all, you have to be a handsome guy, and secondly, your name has to be Fang Langxing! ]
[Another day of crying for the beautiful friendship between my babies]
Over the next three days, Lin Jingmo and his team gradually completed the adaptation of the songs.
The situation that Fang Langxing had anticipated did not happen, because few other trainees needed the studio at all. Almost only Fang Langxing's team and a trainee in Class B would use it.
Fang Langxing had met the other person twice. He was a very cute boy, not short, with fair skin and baby fat. He was said to be a very shy child.
Every time he saw me, he would just nod and run away. How could I describe the way he looked at me? It was full of admiration but also something else. In short, it was very complicated.
However, Fang Langxing has gotten used to it. After all, the trainees who are still here look at them in a similar way. They admire their strength but are also jealous of them because they are suppressed. After all, their strength is too strong, so strong that there is a clear gap between them and others, and there is no way to catch up.
They can only work harder, show their shining points more often, and attract the attention of people watching the live broadcast. If they are noticed by that big company, they still have a chance to get an order.
However, Fang Langxing had no time to think about their ideas. They gathered in the practice room again, formed a circle, and prepared to listen to the results of Fang Langxing and his team's work over the past few days.