Superstars of Tomorrow

When he was excited and talked too much, Nati Woods stopped when he felt that his throat was uncomfortable.

Fang Zhao played the guitar with Nati Woods for a while, let Nati Woods rest first, and he went to the arranged room. There is no need to worry about Yuji here in Nati Woods' territory. The privacy here is good, and Fang Zhao can be quiet for two days.

After tidying up briefly, when Fang Zhao came out of the shower, Nati Woods sent someone to bring the badge over.

The small box is divided into two layers, the upper layer is the genuine badge, and the lower layer is the imitation.

After thanking him, Fang Zhao rejected Nati Woods' proposal to drink in the downstairs space shop, and stayed alone in the room. Putting on the gloves, he took out the small round badge from the box.

It was inconvenient before, but now there is no one else, Fang Zhao looked at the small round badge in his hand.

In my memory, what happened in those years when the century was destroyed occupies too much. Time has passed for too long, and the memory of the old century has been very faint.

Fang Zhao once wondered if it was the reason for the rebirth of this body, so many memories could no longer be found. However, as the days passed, Fang Zhao discovered that while his memory strengthened, many memories that he thought he had forgotten gradually emerged. , It’s just that those all need opportunities and some catalysts. This middle school badge is just that.

middle school...

That was a long time ago.

What was it like in middle school?

Fang Zhao closed his eyes and tried to search for his memory.

As if traveling through a long time and infinite space, in the vortex of the galaxy, I finally found a piece of memory.

Some things are becoming clear, and countless fragments have built another flesh and blood of myself.

Boom!

Waking up by a sudden sound.

In front of me was a desk with some peeling paint, and my arm was pressed on a graded monthly exam paper. The corner of the exam paper was signed by the parents with sharp handwriting, and it was rolled up by the wind and spread flat on the table.

Fang Zhao looked at all this in a daze.

"It feels like I had a long dream."

Looked up.

The sunlight casts obliquely on the blackboard, tables and chairs.

Someone was whispering, someone was laughing.

Outside the classroom, the figures leaning on the railing gathered together and chatted with the wind blowing.

Outside the window, the sky is clear and bright.

It seems that everything is still in time.

...

In the quiet room, Fang Zhao opened his eyes and recovered after a brief trance.

Raising his hand, what he was holding was a slightly deformed, worn and discolored metal school badge.

I got up and came to the window, pushed the window open, and encountered a bit of cold air and a sober new century metropolis.

The night passed.

Take a deep breath and exhale slowly.

Fang Zhao looked into the distance, his sight was not in focus.

Slowly, the world also quieted down.

The hustle and bustle of the city is isolated from the ears.

Withdrawing his gaze, Fang Zhao sent a message to Zuo Yu, and hung a Do Not Disturb sign on the door of the room. He sat down at the table and took out the notebook and pen he carried with him.

People are very good at forgetting. From the moment of waking up, those in the dream will gradually fade away within a few minutes. Only when you write it down, will it be rooted in your brain and will not be easily forgotten.

Zuo Yu, who had received Fang Zhao's message, was already used to Fang Zhao's way of suddenly entering a retreat state. As a bodyguard, he has to take responsibility!

So, Zuo Yu hastily ate a piece of compressed biscuit, and stood in front of Fang Zhao's room energetically.

After a while, someone came over. It was someone sent by Nati Woods. He asked Fang Zhao to go downstairs to have breakfast together, but he sent someone to check if he didn't get a reply to Fang Zhao's message.

With a serious yet polite face, Zuo Yu explained to the visitor that Fang Zhao is currently creating, if there is nothing particularly important, it is better to wait for Fang Zhao himself to come out and talk about it.

For an artist, cutting off inspiration is equivalent to making enemies. When the man heard this, he didn't say anything more, and left in a hurry after bringing over a plate of refreshments.

Downstairs, Nati Woods was sitting at a square table, besides him, there were several other people. He just sent someone to call Fang Zhao over to have breakfast together, and by the way, introduced a few friends from the music circle to meet him.

After a while, the person sent over came back, but Fang Zhao was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Fang Zhao? Haven't gotten up yet?" one person asked.

"There are a lot of things going on recently, I guess he hasn't slept well for a few days." Nate Woods said.

The person who went upstairs hurriedly replied: "It's up, but the door is closed. His bodyguard said that Fang Zhao's inspiration came and he was creating, so please don't disturb him."

Nati Woods was surprised for a moment, and waved his hand to show that he knew.

"It seems that I have creative inspiration. Fang Zhao is still very talented." A person at the table said with a smile.

"He's the real deal," Nati Woods said.

"Hey, Naz, it's so rare that Fang Zhao came to your place. You never thought about asking Fang Zhao to play a song in your store? Didn't you say that Fang Zhao played the guitar well? It just so happens that there is a show tonight. If he If you can come out today, let’s talk together.” Another person said.

Now there will be a special program every Saturday night in the space store. Nati Woods will find friends he knows or invite some famous performance masters and orchestras in the circle to perform.

In this program, the performers usually put on masks and play a section with musical instruments. The singer does not make a sound, and many people cannot recognize it. The audience can only guess who it is from the style of music and performance skills.

Most of the people who come to space to listen to music are old customers and have a certain understanding of the music scene. They all like this game every Saturday night. At this time, invite a few friends to come here to drink and listen to music, and the person who guesses wrong is responsible for paying the bill.

It happened to be Saturday today, and the people at the table were invited by Nati Woods to perform tonight. It was a well-known rock band in Yanzhou. The leader and guitarist of the band was a friend of Nati Woods who had known him for many years.

Originally, it was a friendship visit at the invitation of Nati Woods, but the members of the band did not expect Fang Zhao to be here!

Fang Zhao is so famous, not only in Yanzhou, but also worldwide! Not to mention that he has won the Star Award and is now studying in the top advanced training class.

As colleagues, they are envious and jealous, but also curious.

So curious!

Fang Zhao was curious about this person, and also curious about Fang Zhao's own ability.

They have heard Fang Zhao's works, and they are really good. Although the style is different from their band, they can still tell whether the works are good or bad. It's just that there are too many fakes in the circle, and Fang Zhao is too young. Unless they see it with their own eyes and hear it with their own ears, even if someone of Mo Lang's level recognizes Fang Zhao's ability, they will still be skeptical.

Finally came across this opportunity, but met Fang Zhao temporarily retreated, and didn't even see each other!

The ghost knows that he will be closed for a few days!

For a long time afterwards, the band had a performance arrangement, and Fang Zhao would go back to Huangzhou to continue his studies. The chance of meeting Fang Zhao again was very small. Therefore, if you miss this time, you will not know when you will get it next time.

"I don't know how much Fang Zhaojin has changed since his training, and whether his style has changed." The band leader sitting next to Nati Woods said.

"Will it be stronger? The place where he studied is the Twelve Laws of Imperial Art! I failed to pass the exam several times!"

"That being said, I want to meet a real person even more!"

Nati Woods listened to what they said without making a sound.

Of course, Nati Woods believed in Fang Zhao's ability, but Fang Zhao mainly composed music rather than performing, so he chose a different direction. Besides, Fang Zhao has encountered a lot of troubles recently, and has been stared at by too many people. Whether he is willing to show up for a performance depends on Fang Zhao's own intentions. If Fang Zhao is not willing, he can understand.

After a moment of silence, Nati Woods said slowly, "I'll ask him when he comes out."

If Fang Zhao can leave the room today, Nati Woods will introduce friends from the band to Fang Zhao, and by the way, ask Fang Zhao if he would like to play a piece in the space. It would be even better if you are willing to show up. Among the people who come to the space to drink and listen to music, there are fans of Fang Zhao, satisfying the desire of old customers to follow stars up close.

With Fang Zhao's current popularity, it can bring a lot of popularity to the shop.