The next day, Fang Yinnian didn’t wake up until noon.
His teammates were waiting for him to eat lunch in the dining room. Seeing him come out, Mo Xun proactively stood up and walked over to ask: “Sobered up? Still feeling bad?”
Fang Yinnian rubbed his aching temples and said embarrassedly: “I blacked out from drinking last night, right? I only remember playing cards with you. I don’t even remember how I crawled back to the dorm.”
Fu Fei pointed at Mo Xun: “Brother Mo carried you back, picked you up horizontally, princess carried you so smoothly.”
Tan Junwen lightly patted Fu Fei’s head: “You really talk too much.”
Fu Fei innocently said: “I’m telling the truth.”
Fang Yinnian was stunned and looked back at Mo Xun.
Mo Xun smiled brightly, looking completely innocent: “You were too drunk to stand steady and said I had three heads, so I carried you back to sleep.”
Fang Yinnian: “…”
His ears burned hot, and his heart inexplicably pounded twice—Mo Xun had picked him up horizontally? Princess carry?
He couldn’t imagine that scene.
Fang Yinnian pinched his palm to calm himself: “After I got drunk, I didn’t do anything out of line, right?”
You held my hand tightly, even interlaced your fingers with mine.
Mo Xun thought of the gentle moment last night, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and looked away: “…No, you were sleeping deeply.”
Fang Yinnian breathed a sigh of relief.
Mo Xun pulled out the chair beside him: “Come, I made you some hangover soup, it’s good for your stomach, drink it before eating.”
Fang Yinnian said: “I’ll go wash my face first.”
He turned and walked into the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face—his face was burning badly, and he had no memory of what happened after getting drunk last night.
Better to drink less in the future, or else it’s embarrassing in front of Mo Xun.
Fang Yinnian frowned as he washed his face and brushed his teeth.
After returning to the dining room, Mo Xun handed him the warm hangover soup. Fang Yinnian took two sips and said: “It’s quite good, you can make this?”
Mo Xun said: “My mom made it for me a few times when I was drunk before, I learned it.”
Fang Yinnian asked: “Do you get drunk often?”
Mo Xun smiled: “Occasionally, I can drink more than you.”
Fu Fei revealed: “Mo Ge can finish over a pound of white liquor.”
“Last year, the backup dancers went to Chi Ge’s birthday party, everyone got blackout drunk, but Mo Ge didn’t change his expression. I was underage then, so they didn’t let me drink. I just counted who drank the most.”
Fu Fei looked at Fang Yinnian mysteriously and said: “Mo Ge drank a whole bottle of white liquor alone and didn’t get drunk, super impressive.”
Fang Yinnian: “…”
Mo Xun drinks that well? Compared to him, I’m too weak.
Fang Yinnian looked at Mo Xun: “You really have a big capacity.”
Mo Xun curved his mouth: “Don’t worry, I already know you don’t drink well. If you have social events like drinking, you hide, and leave it to me.”
This sentence warmed Fang Yinnian’s heart a little. After drinking a bowl of hangover soup, his stomach felt much better.
The leftover dishes from last night’s New Year’s Eve dinner were all put in the fridge and reheated today. After lunch, everyone prepared for an interview.
Xu Baichuan arranged a Weibo interview. The five of them would drop into the FTM super topic to interact with fans in real time.
On the first day of the lunar new year, they dropped into the super topic, and the FTM super topic’s popularity continued to soar. After this period of continuous growth, the FTM group’s super topic fans now reached 1.5 million.
Most of the fans’ questions were about daily life, like favorite foods and colors, and everyone patiently answered.
After the interview, Xu Baichuan held a small meeting in the dormitory and said: “There is still a month of vacation. We can’t waste it. We need to hurry and record songs and practice singing.”
Fu Fei excitedly asked: “Do we have new songs again?”
Xu Baichuan said: “Of course. I finally booked Teacher Yu’s schedule. He won’t just write one song for you.”
Fang Yinnian asked curiously: “How many songs has the teacher written?”
Xu Baichuan said: “He has already written enough for an album, a total of 10 songs. We’ll release them slowly in order. My plan is one dance song, one ballad, mixed in, so your dance pressure can be lighter.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“We’ll release 4-5 singles first. I’ll carefully select songs to see which are suitable for single releases.”
“We need to release the album before the end of the year. So, the tasks of practicing singing and dancing will still be heavy. Everyone needs to keep working hard.”
Everyone was very excited to hear this.
They were about to have their own music album!
Everyone sang “For the music” every day. Although it was good, singing the same melody repeatedly could get boring.
They really wanted to sing new songs, more songs.
As soon as New Year’s Eve passed, new songs were scheduled!
Their manager really had a plan.
***
After the manager left, Fang Yinnian called Mo Xun back to the bedroom and asked softly: “Mo Xun, I want to find time to pay New Year’s greetings to my master. According to your Jiangzhou customs, what gifts should I bring?”
Mo Xun thought for a moment and said: “I remember Teacher Yu smokes, right? When juniors visit elders, they buy two bottles of alcohol, two packs of cigarettes, and a holiday gift box and fruit gift box. That should be enough.”
Fang Yinnian embarrassedly scratched his head: “I don’t know anything about alcohol or cigarettes. What price or brand should I buy?”
Mo Xun said straightforwardly: “I’ll buy it for you.”
Fang Yinnian took out his phone: “Then I’ll transfer the money to you.”
Teacher Yu is Yinnian’s master. He really don’t have the status or position to pay for Yinnian, so Mo Xun said: “Okay, I’ll calculate the total after buying and ask you for reimbursement.”
Fang Yinnian sent a WeChat message to Teacher Yu to arrange a time. Teacher Yu happened to be free today and could come over in the evening.
Mo Xun said: “I’ll drive you. I’m familiar with Jiangzhou. You might be late after paying New Year’s greetings, and taking a taxi isn’t convenient.”
Fang Yinnian embarrassedly said: “That’s too much trouble for you.”
Mo Xun smiled and rubbed his head: “Don’t be so polite with me.”
He then took the car keys and went downstairs.
Fang Yinnian stood there for a while, dazed. The intimate gesture of Mo Xun rubbing his head just now suddenly made his heart beat like a drum.
No, it’s normal for guys to put their arms around each other and rub heads. Mo Xun is straightforward and probably didn’t have any extra thoughts.
Fang Yinnian took a deep breath, shook his head to calm himself, and turned to follow Mo Xun out.
The two drove to Teacher Yu’s house.
Teacher Yu bought a villa in the suburbs of Jiangzhou. When Mo Xun and Fang Yinnian arrived downstairs, they found a green sports car parked in the driveway. The fluorescent green paint was very eye-catching at night.
This sports car didn’t seem to be the style of nearly 50-year-old Yu Ziluo. Maybe there were other guests today?
The two exchanged glances and carried their gifts to the door.
A very beautiful long-haired girl opened the door, wearing a white fluffy nightgown and slippers.
She called inside: “Dad, guests are here.” Then opened the door politely: “Please come in, slippers are in the cabinet here.”
Fang Yinnian and Mo Xun changed into slippers and entered.
Mo Xun took the initiative to greet: “Are you Teacher Yu’s daughter, the one studying at Lausanne Conservatory of Music… Yu Can?”
Yu Can smiled: “I’m two years older than you. Call me Sister Can.”
Fang Yinnian smiled: “Hello, Sister Can.”
Yu Ziluo warmly welcomed them, smiling with squinted eyes: “Ah, Yinnian, you just came and brought so many things!”
Fang Yinnian neatly placed the gifts on the hallway cabinet and said: “Master, Happy New Year. We’re here to pay New Year’s greetings.”
Mo Xun also said: “Happy New Year, Teacher Yu. Wishing you good luck and prosperity.”
Yu Ziluo: “Happy New Year! Come in and have a seat.”
They entered together. In the living room was a handsome man with braided hair, about 30 years old.
The man stood up, smiled, and extended his hand: “Hello, junior apprentice.”
Yu Ziluo introduced: “This is your senior brother, Xu Feng.”
When Fang Yinnian first apprenticed, Teacher Yu said he was the “last disciple,” obviously having taken other apprentices before.
However, Teacher Yu didn’t mention this, and Fang Yinnian had never met this legendary senior brother until today.
Fang Yinnian politely shook his hand: “Hello, senior brother.”
Xu Feng said: “Who is this?” He carefully looked at Mo Xun and joked: “You came to pay New Year’s greetings to the master and brought a family member?”
The word “family member” was very pleasing to Mo Xun, who smiled brightly and said: “I drove Yinnian here. He hasn’t got a driver’s license.”
Fang Yinnian embarrassedly explained: “I’m not familiar with Jiangzhou. Mo Xun is a local, so I let him bring me here.”
Yu Can raised her eyebrows: “FTM has been on so many trending topics. Xu Feng, how out of touch are you? You don’t even know their captain Mo Xun?”
Xu Feng looked back at her: “Can Can, you don’t know I was in seclusion for half a year making game music? I haven’t been following entertainment news at all. I just found out I have a junior brother today.”
He smiled and looked Fang Yinnian over: “Still a good-looking little idol.”
Yu Can poured two cups of tea: “Yinnian, Mo Xun, come sit down. Don’t mind him. Your senior brother is a bit crazy.”
She pointed at the man’s long hair: “He went to the deep mountains and forests during his seclusion and didn’t cut his hair for half a year, right?”
Xu Feng grabbed a handful of his long hair: “Isn’t this pretty good? This is called an artist’s temperament.”
Fang Yinnian held back a smile and sat down next to Mo Xun.
Yu Can and Xu Feng seemed very familiar. Their banter was quite fun, at least it wasn’t awkward or cold.
Yu Ziluo’s wife passed away early, so it was just him and his daughter at home. Today, Teacher Yu personally cooked some home-cooked dishes for everyone.
Mo Xun thought it wasn’t as good as Yinnian’s cooking.
At the dining table, Fang Yinnian curiously asked: “Senior brother just said he was in seclusion for half a year making game music, like battle music and scene music?”
Xu Feng said: “That’s right. My work is very diverse. I set up my own studio, making game music, TV show music, OSTs, and so on to make money and support my family.”
Yu Ziluo looked at him and said: “If you have suitable TV show OST resources, you can let Yinnian and the others sing them.”
Xu Feng was surprised: “Aren’t they boy band idols? I don’t think idols in the industry sing TV show OSTs…”
Yu Ziluo smiled: “Don’t underestimate this group. They are a vocal group and sing very well. It used to be that idols didn’t sing OSTs. You can think of this as a breakthrough attempt. The effect might be very good.”
Xu Feng scratched his head and nodded: “Right. Junior brother, let’s add each other as friends. We’ll cooperate if there are suitable OSTs.”
Fang Yinnian immediately took out his phone and added him.
This senior brother should be very talented. He set up his own studio, making game battle music, scene music, TV show music, and OSTs for TV and movies. The demand for original music is quite broad.
Although behind-the-scenes music producers aren’t as famous as those who write albums for singers, they can easily achieve financial freedom.
The sports car at the door must be Xu Feng’s.
