The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

Well, Mu Chenxi worked hard all night and finally sent Fu Zhi to the highest altar.

What the suona played was a symphony to others, but to Mu Chenxi it was a lullaby.

Xu Tongtong weakly suggested, "What is folk music? She can play the piano if she is capable, or..."

"Shut up!" She was interrupted by Mu Chenxi before she finished speaking. Mu Chenxi looked at the directors she was about to work with and chose to cooperate with Fu Zhi without even thinking about it.

On the contrary, Ouyang Ya who was beside her looked away.

But just playing a suona, musical instruments are divided into three, six, or nine grades, Fu Zhihao didn’t learn, but learned the lowest grade, it’s shameful enough, and if he wants to enter the entertainment industry, isn’t it a daydream to want to be the wife of the Li family? ?

"Have you made arrangements for the reporter?" Fu Zhi only affected Mu Chenxi's future, while Ouyang Ya didn't care about Mu Chenxi, only caring about her own comfort.

Mu Chenxi nodded depressedly.

On stage, Fu Zhi declined the invitation of these directors and producers.

Director Zhao didn't give up, and asked her what she was busy with, and couldn't spare a little time?

Fu Zhi: "Fight for the college entrance examination."

Very good, it sounds like a lie.

That's probably what Mu Chenxi couldn't ask for in Fu Zhi's eyes, and Fu Zhi didn't like it either.

Most of the banquets were full of praise and admiration for Fu Zhi, not to mention her suona sounded, which directly blew up on Weibo's hot searches and sparked a wave of folk music.

Mu Chenxi took a deep breath, and decided not to argue with Fu Zhi. This group of directors can choose Fu Zhi, which fully proves that the director is extremely unprofessional.

She glanced at the reporter's direction, and after receiving the cue, the present reporters were led by the staff to take two steps forward.

He held the microphone in his hand, and the man in a suit and leather shoes with a camera hanging in front of him said gently, "Student Fu Zhi, right?"

Fu Zhi was about to step down. Hearing this, he paused and looked at the reporter who asked the question, "I am."

"It's like this, classmate Fu Zhi, I don't know if I should say something or not, I..."

"It's inappropriate to talk." Interrupting the reporter, Fu Zhi said bluntly: "The performance is my pleasure and I am happy. Did the reporter pay me for the interview alone? Is it appropriate to talk to me after I agree?"

"..."

You have to pay for this interview?

No matter how famous a celebrity is, they dare not tear themselves apart with the reporter. They are afraid of being deliberately blackened by the reporter. It was the first time that the reporter was stunned like this. He was stunned for a long time, until Mu Chenxi coughed, and then he raised his voice and said:

"I know it's inappropriate to say it, but you didn't make any response to the rumors on the Internet that you are Teacher Bai Yu. Are you implying that you are Teacher Bai Yu?"

Fu Zhi ignored him.

The reporter raised his voice, filled with righteous indignation, "Student Fu Zhi, Mr. Bai Yu is a bright light in the Chinese literary world. Isn't it inappropriate for you to pretend to be your identity?"

Fu Zhi said, why does the good Mu Chenxi insist on inviting her to the banquet.

It's a trivial matter just to perform an instrument.

It wasn't until this moment that Fu Zhi realized that the co-author was waiting for her to jump down here?

Fu Zhi pursed his lower lip and didn't answer immediately.

Just when she was thinking about how to respond to this matter, Mu Chenxi looked excited.

If Fu Zhi said she was Bai Yu, he would be slapped in the face by Fu Shi, who said she was not, so why didn't he come out and say it early in the morning? Do you have to wait until someone asks? Wasn't it just hype some time ago?

Gu Ming hurriedly wanted to do something to help Fu Zhi.

Jiang Zong looked at Mu Chenxi and Mu Changqing without a word.

This is the company his father found, and none of the family is reliable.

Even he can understand that Fu Zhi's character is not a person who will take advantage of others' enthusiasm and deliberately ambiguous concepts. Anyone who has read "Red Sun" knows that the protagonist's patriotic vigor and style of doing things are almost the same as Fu Zhi's. The mold is carved.

You can say that this is written by Bai Yu based on Fu Zhi's prototype. Of course, it is not impossible for you to say that Fu Zhi wrote it.

And the possibility of this matter is very high.

Especially Jiang Zong knew that writers paid a lot of money for their manuscripts. If a well-known writer in the literary world recommended Fu Zhi to publish a book, it would be nothing more than talk.

Jiang Zong didn't sweat for Fu Zhi, he just wondered if Ouyang Ya's IQ was flawed.

Under the stage, the bullet screens in the live broadcast room kept swiping, and the voices of everyone whispering gradually became louder.

"Did you give me an accurate word?"

"Do you still need to ask? Of course not, she hasn't even finished the college entrance examination, can she write such a masterpiece?"

"Do not admit or deny that this kind of operation is really..."

"It's still a teenager at heart, and likes the praise and attention of others. The status of Teacher Bai Yu must have given her a bonus."

...

Seeing this, the reporter was even more eager to try, "Student Fu Zhi, tell me, don't avoid answering, everyone is waiting for your response!"

Fu Zhi's cold eyes were somewhat cool and unruly. After a while, he raised his head and said in a slow and concise manner: "Bai Yu, that is indeed me."

Everyone: "!!!"

There was a large sound of breathing in the banquet, and countless exclamation marks and question marks were quickly drawn across the live broadcast room.

Mu Chenxi was blinded by Fu Zhi's coquettish operation, "I'm really sleepy and someone handed me a pillow, Fu Zhi is so crazy!"

For a while, pretending to be a crematorium is always fun. Not to mention the next hand signing, when Fu's lawyer's letter is sent out, Fu Zhi is only worthy of crying and confessing.

Ouyang Ya felt something was wrong.

The reporter was still asking Fu Zhi, "You said you were Bai Yu, are you sure you are not lying?"

Fu Zhi asked back, "Otherwise, do you think I would lie?"

Ji touched his nose in this way, "I didn't mean that." He took two steps back, and his task was successfully completed.

"I knew, Fu Zhi, that you are not an ordinary person."

Mu Chenxi answered excitedly, "By the way, the Mu family has decided to donate a hundred copies of "Phantom Light" to children in impoverished mountainous areas. The children like you very much. Would you like to write a paragraph of blessings for them?"

Mu Chenxi asked someone to hand over the paper, pen and books.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, everyone was waiting for Fu Zhi to sign.

Fu Zhi didn't hesitate, and took a black carbon pen to write a few sentences. The process of her writing was projected on the screen. When she finished writing, the whole live broadcast room exploded.

——[My god, I know, Teacher Bai Yu's handwriting is just like this! The girl I'm fan of is actually a literary giant, I'm so excited that I have endocrine/endocrine disorders! 】

——[The fan filter upstairs, I don't think they are very similar, at first glance, they are two people, Fu Zhi deliberately imitated Teacher Bai Yu's writing, please stop talking about her! 】

——[If you don’t need your eyes, donate them to those in need. 】

——[It's clearly the same handwriting, so I don't understand what's going on! Admitting that others are good is killing you? 】