Superstars of Tomorrow

Seeing that Fang Zhao still frowned, Chu Guang opened the light curtain on the bracelet and switched to the painting mode.

“Simply just...”

Chu Guang painted two circles on the light curtain, connected by a straight line, and then pointed to the circle on the left. "This is a particularly tough type." It also refers to the circle on the right. "This is a special soft cute." type."

Fang Zhao nodded and said that he understood.

Chu Guang also marked a circle in the middle part of the line. "Here, it is the middle type of the two. In the era of Lei Zhe, the style of virtual idol is mostly in the middle and the middle left type, even if there is a right side style. However, after the Lei Zhe era, it gradually developed to the right side, so my uncle would say so, although the words are a bit extreme, the current situation is not so serious, but the general trend of statistics is That's right."

Fang Zhao understands that the material he has seen has also mentioned the change of virtual idol style. In order to compete with real idols, the style of virtual idol must be changed, and the trend of change is indeed as Chu Guang said. , towards the right end of this line.

Chu Guang took back the light curtain on the bracelet. "This is a visual era. The aesthetics of each era will change. Even the popular idols of the Leizhe era will not be able to fire now. Now those virtual idols, Although the body has more or less the shadow of the classic virtual idols of the Leizhe era, it has also been modified according to the aesthetic preferences of the contemporary people, which is more in line with the popular visual preferences. Even if we are composers, the style of composing music in life is also Will change."

“There was a businessman who said, ‘There is nothing wrong with the market. If you can’t be accepted by the market, then the fault can only be you. Keep up with the times, don’t worry about the market.’”

Chu Guang sees Fang Zhao still seems to be unable to find the answer, smiled and comforted, "But you don't have to care too much, you are a composer, not a professional virtual idol producer, and Silver Wing does not care more about virtual idol projects. You just do what you have done with the previous Silver Wing. Just finish the project early, the creation is a serious matter, we are waiting for you in the music list."

In the music list, in addition to the new front, there are many other lists. The new front is just a small list of initial levels. They will have a lot of lists to climb in the future.

After leaving the school gate, Chu Guang left his speeding car. Fang Zhao also took the train. He had to take a bus to get to Black Street.

When Fang Zhao returned to Black Street, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and Black Street was still so dark.

When the poodle heard the movement, he was already waiting behind the door, and when he called in, he slammed his tail.

Fang Zhao swept his eyes and found that nothing was destroyed. He touched the dog's head and poured food in the dog's plate.

Just put down the bag in his hand, a glass of water has not been finished, Fang Zhao’s bracelet reminds me of the caller.

Looking at the name above, Fang Zhao raised his eyebrows in a strange way.

After turning on, a square face appeared on the square light curtain.

Probably because the new front is being squeezed by the party, the treatment of the party in the neon, although not falling, but it is not as hot as before.

I haven't seen it for a while, and the party's voice is gone, the bad looks, the puffy eyes and the darkness under the eyes all indicate that the state of the square is very bad during this time, and I don't know how long I have not slept.

"Fang Zhao, you can!" Fang Sheng gritted his teeth.

"Thank you for complimenting." Fang Sheng did not care about the resentment in his words. Is the thief eligible for resentment?

"Do you be so happy with me?" Fang Sheng has already determined that it is a private call, and he has been against him before! Otherwise, where did the song "Hehe" come from? He had not been found around Fang Zhao.

Do not blame the square voice, it is really a matter of breaking the diary, the party calls, unless the work is completed, otherwise it will not be embarrassed to others, even the party voice that was regarded as a friend at the time.

Putting the cup down, the party did not answer his question, but looked at the square in the light curtain. "Do you think this is over?"

The original voice also intended to ridicule the matter of picking up the virtual project of the Silverwing below, but heard the words of Fang Zhao, and could not help but swear, "...What do you mean?"

"Next wait."

What are you waiting for?

What does he want to do?

Could it be that, besides those three, Fang Zhao himself has hidden other better works? !

"Fang Zhao, say clearly, what do you mean?!"

Fang Zhao did not care about the impetuous party voice and directly disconnected the communication.

Go to the corner of the creation, open the drawer where the original master placed the diary, and put the fifth medal of the season awarded by the Yanzhou Music Association during the graduation ceremony into this cabinet.

Although the arrangement is a party call, the main composer is the former owner of the body. This award, the credit is still the original,

"The rest, I am coming."

I have graduated, Fang Zhao does not need to go to school, the summer vacation is over, the next virtual idol course is also available in September, the download is only in early July, there is more than a month.

Fang Zhao has been able to list the general plan of the project for more than a month, otherwise he will not be able to attend classes after the event is full.

Anyone who has convened something will have to put it behind, and firstly, the image will be finalized.

Chu Guang’s words are clear, but he is, after all, the “old antiques” who have just arrived here, and have not yet fully absorbed the popular style of the moment.

Just follow the predecessors to make a core and change the "skin"?

The advantage of virtual idols is that TA is not necessarily a human being. The smashing image of Lei Zhe era and the popular plush pet images have a great market. Some classic images even affect one or two generations. . Different image styles correspond to different market groups.

market?

How to cater to the market?

But the market is an unpredictable thing, and no one can give a definitive answer.

Until the next day, Fang Zhao did not think of a countermeasure.

When I had breakfast in the morning, Fang Zhao saw the paper notebook that was revealed in the opened bag. This was used to record key information when the company turned the information. Later, I found that there were too many things to remember. The scan storage function of the bracelet.

However, in this record book that only wrote a few words, there was a sentence that was impressive. That is the sentence that Lei Zhe, the father of the virtual idol of the new century, said: What I created is what I pursue.

Composing is also a creation,

As a creator, even in a cage, the heart should be free.

"What I created is what I pursue."

Fang Zhao whispered and said a word, then smiled, opened a large blank record book, took out the pen and painted it on it.

No one knows that this body's core has gone through a hundred years of death, and it is impossible to remove the elements of the times in its own soul.

It’s better to let go of your hands and feet than to be overwhelmed!

As time passed, the window gradually lit up, and near the afternoon, the sun would fall on this street again.

Yue Qing, wearing a vest and a large trousers, dragging a chair and lying in the doorway of the store, did not see the party called out quite strange.

"Is that kid going out?" Ai Wan came over and asked.

"I don't know, I didn't see it in the morning." Said Yue Qing glanced at the window and the window was open.

"I didn't go out, the kid is still inside." Yue Qing confirmed.

"That's weird, rare." Ai Wan shook his head. Professional habits, he studied Fang Zhao for many days, always feel that the person is a bit strange, ugly, probably art workers are like that.

In the house, after the dog who had been summoned for breakfast, he quietly squatted on the ground, and the two shingling ears turned from time to time with the movement outside.

The sun in the window at noon and the noise in the black street did not affect the hand holding the pen.