Three songs, let Jing Fupo accompany me to subvert the Chinese entertainment industry.

On the other end of the phone, Jingyang sighed softly after hanging up.

It was unkind of me to drag Jing Tian into this, but it was a last resort.

"Fine, consider it a favor I owe you!"

But in an instant, Jingyang's eyes hardened again.

Even though Jingyang knew that what he did was not right in the eyes of some people, he still had to do it.

After all, once the arrow is released, there's no turning back.

As for the favors I owe, I'll repay them later.

After calming his somewhat complicated emotions, Jingyang changed his clothes and went out carrying a pile of trash.

He needs to go to Hu Delu at the East Gate to get a fashionable haircut.

Otherwise, with that messy hairstyle, those who know it will think it's art, while those who don't will think it's performance art.

A single word makes all the difference.

As Jingyang passed the dormitory supervisor on his way out of the dormitory gate, he casually greeted her before hurrying away.

Little did he know that this greeting stirred up a wave of memories among the dormitory supervisors.

According to the aunt on duty that day, she seemed to see Jingyang, who was full of vigor, again.

Back then, Jingyang was considered a top genius even among the many talented people at Beijing Film Studio.

He was eloquent, and could sing, dance, write lyrics, and compose music. As for his professional level, all the teachers at the time believed that he might become the next Wang Zhiwen.

Therefore, when he returned to school with a clean and refreshing new hairstyle, he not only attracted the attention of the female students on the way, but also made many teachers sigh.

There are plenty of bold students at Beijing Film Academy, and quite a few female students have come to ask for their contact information.

Without exception, Jingyang refused them all.

You can say Shuangzi is bad, but you can't say Shuangzi is ugly.

Therefore, for these "ordinary people," Jingyang could only say that it would be better not to add them for her own good.

Of course, Jingyang is definitely not a lecherous man; he is just still recovering from a heartbreak.

Therefore, some juniors and even graduate students who knew Jingyang's identity couldn't help but sigh and say that Jingyang was a real man.

They had heard about what Zheng Shuang's fans had done, but now Jingyang hadn't retaliated, let alone said a bad word about it.

Now, it seems they're rejecting one female student after another's contact requests because they haven't healed from heartbreak. If you put yourself in their shoes, you really couldn't do that.

After all, how can emotional wounds and connection be the same?

Therefore, they admired Jingyang even more, but in their hearts they thought that they should never become that kind of person.

After finally making it back to the dormitory, Jingyang breathed a sigh of relief.

That's the downside of art schools; once they have a bit of a reputation, they're always the center of attention wherever they go.

For someone like him, who has a reputation but isn't famous, links and invitations would come one after another.

"But am I such a vulgar person?!"

After wiping his face, Jingyang banished all the chaotic thoughts from his mind.

He has only one goal now: to finish the lyrics, music, and even the arrangement of these songs in the remaining time today, and then register the copyright with the copyright bureau tomorrow.

After all, there's less than a week left until the class reunion, and time waits for no one!

So Jingyang took out paper, pen, and sheet music, and began to copy the lyrics and music from his memory.

Those who are good at copying know that the most important thing about copying is not writing, but experiencing the true essence of it.

Not to mention that this is a song, even the same person at different times would find it difficult to sing it with the same feeling as back then, let alone different people.

Therefore, copying requires finding the right feeling, and Jingyang happens to have that feeling.

After all, the story of this song is almost entirely Jingyang's own story.

Time slips away unnoticed.

After Jingyang finished writing the lyrics and composing the music, he looked up and realized that it was almost dusk outside.

He slowly stretched, then glanced at the few pages of artwork on the messy table and nodded in satisfaction.

Alright, from now on these songs will be in the shape of Jingyang.

Yes, it's these songs, not this one.

After all, how could Zheng Shuang understand his feelings with just a song?

"I'm such a good person!"

Jingyang sighed, but then another question came to mind.

I've got the lyrics, music, and arrangement sorted out, but it seems like I haven't gotten the recording studio sorted out yet.

It's 2011 now. Although recording studios aren't as expensive as they were ten years ago, they're still not something that just any shell company can afford.

But wouldn't you know it, Jingying Film Studio has it.

As one of the top three art colleges in China, Beijing Film Academy has everything except good actors.

Look, this is what you call the foundation of a sect.

(By the way, did you guys get your chicken feet when the sect's patriarch came out to preach these past two days?)

Thinking that he could ask the school for help, Jingyang found a phone number on his phone.

I was busy dating for the first two years and then wasted the next two years, so even if there are still some relationships, it's uncertain whether they're still useful now.

Jingyang had no interest in playing the "dragon king's return" act where the other party looked down on him and he would use three hit songs to slap them in the face.

Please, time is very precious.

So he chose the most convenient method: directly calling for reinforcements.

Embarrassingly, the phone rang a few times before being abruptly hung up by the other end.

It wasn't until the second time that the other person answered the phone.

The noise from the other end was loud, accompanied by shouts from the script supervisor; it seemed like they were on a film set.

"My good brother, have you missed me?"

Upon hearing Jingyang's voice, even though he sensed something was amiss, Li Bo still spewed nonsense.

"You fucking bastard, don't you know I'm on set right now?!"

"I finally landed a small role, and if you ruin it, you'll have to give me a leading role instead!"

"And spit it out, your break time is almost over!"

Li Bo spoke in a noticeably lowered voice.

Upon hearing this, Jingyang had no interest in pleasantries and went straight to his purpose: "Help me find a place to record."

"You're having someone record this, right? Okay, I got it."

"I'll send you a phone number in a bit. Just call and say I introduced you."

Li Bo hung up the phone in just three seconds and then sent his phone number.

This made Jingyang sigh, this is the trust of a roommate (a meal)!

Without wasting any time, Jingyang dialed the number and said, "Hello, I was introduced by Li Bo. I need to record a song this week."

The person on the other end of the phone agreed very readily.

"Okay, just come to the recording studio at Jingying at 10 a.m. tomorrow. Call me again if you can't get in."

"As for the money, a token amount from an acquaintance is fine."

"Oh, by the way, I also need to bring two students here for their internships. Do you mind?"

Jingyang said he didn't mind, and the other end just said "oh" and hung up the phone.

Seeing this, Jingyang put away his phone, went to the cafeteria to eat something, and then came back to find his ID card and some money.

I need to register the copyright first, and then I can record the song.

Fortunately, copyright registration only cost fifty yuan, and the recording was also at a friendly price. Otherwise, the money Jingyang made from modeling, composing, and dubbing for others would not have been enough after two more years of squandering.