Keep Your Hands to Yourself While Watching a Movie

"Are you planning to sell this song or release it yourself?"

Chen Fan thought for a moment and replied, "Release it myself."

He had sung this song in front of many people before. Even to prevent a one-in-a-million chance of a leak, he couldn't sell it.

The long-haired youth pondered for a moment and named a price.

Chen Fan shook his head.

"Too expensive."

The long-haired youth offered another price.

Chen Fan continued to shake his head. Still too expensive.

At this, the long-haired youth couldn't help himself anymore.

"Then you name a price."

Chen Fan stated a number that almost made the long-haired youth spit blood on the spot.

Did this kid learn his bargaining skills from a master haggle-artist? He slashed the price in half and then some.

The long-haired youth gave a bitter smile. "There wasn't much money to begin with, no need to be this ruthless, right?"

"I still need to eat," Chen Fan retorted, refusing to give an inch.

"As you can see, I'm just a college student. Whenever I make it big, I promise I won't haggle with you then."

The long-haired youth still felt he was getting the short end of the stick and was quite displeased.

He stared at Chen Fan for two seconds, then suddenly asked, "How do you plan to release your song?"

"Huh?"

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, then instinctively said, "Just record the audio and upload it to the internet, right?"

The long-haired youth suddenly suggested with an expectant look on his face.

"How about this: the price stays as you said, but we release the song in the form of a music video. I'll produce the MV for you for free, on the condition that my studio's name is credited in the intro."

Chen Fan understood.

Realizing he couldn't make much money off this, this guy was starting to look for other ways to get some exposure.

However, Chen Fan had no reason to object to this request.

It was just getting a name out there, and the guy was helping him produce a free MV to boot.

"Alright. Deal."

Seeing Chen Fan agree, the long-haired youth's expression immediately lit up with joy.

He had a premonition that Chen Fan's song might become a minor hit, and if so, his studio might get some great exposure riding the coattails of the MV's popularity.

Quickly, they printed the contract, signed it, and transferred the funds.

Seeing the money hit his account, the long-haired youth's attitude toward Chen Fan became noticeably more enthusiastic.

"When do we start recording?"

"Wait a minute, I need to figure out the chord progression first."

The guy picked up his guitar and looked at Chen Fan.

"You sing it line by line, and I'll find the chords..."

I must admit, the guy lived up to his artistic long hair; he actually had some genuine talent.

Chen Fan hummed the tune while the long-haired youth continuously tried strumming the chords, occasionally rewinding to tweak and modify them.

After about half an hour of tossing and turning like this, the complete sheet music was finally hammered out.

The long-haired youth stood up and stretched lazily.

"Do you still have time, buddy? If so, we can head into the recording studio right now."

"After recording, I'll tune and polish it in the afternoon, and I'll strive to upload it to the internet by tonight."

Chen Fan nodded.

"No problem, the sooner the better."

Thus, the two of them entered the recording studio.

Since this was a slow, emotional ballad, it wasn't difficult to sing at all.

Therefore, Chen Fan performed exceptionally well, finishing it perfectly in just three takes.

The long-haired youth gave Chen Fan an OK gesture.

Taking off his headphones, Chen Fan walked out of the recording studio.

"You performed even better than just now. I have a hunch this song of yours might actually blow up."

Chen Fan directly asked, "Boss, when is the earliest it can be released?"

"Hey, don't call me boss, just call me Wang Xu."

The long-haired youth smiled at Chen Fan. "Looks like you're in a big hurry. Alright, I'll work overtime this afternoon and aim to upload it before eight o'clock tonight."

"Great."

"Then I'll be off."

"Brother, if you come up with any good tunes in the future, feel free to look me up again."

Chen Fan stopped in his tracks and asked with feigned curiosity.

"Do you guys buy songs here too?"

"We do. But I can't afford songs that are too expensive. However, I have a partner who isn't here today."

"This guy has connections with many musicians all over the country. If you really have good works, he can help arrange a sale."

Chen Fan's heart stirred.

"How are the fees calculated?"

"You really have more good songs?"

Wang Xu grew interested.

"If you truly have other works, we can certainly recommend them to major musicians on your behalf. As for the price, let's go with a mid-tier rate—how about eight hundred yuan per song?"

Chen Fan had no idea whether eight hundred yuan was expensive or not.

However, he urgently needed an intermediary like this right now.

So after a brief hesitation, he nodded in agreement.

"Okay."

Wang Xu reached out with an expectant look on his face.

"Pull it out and let me see."

"What?"

"The new work, of course."

"I don't have one."

"Huh?"

Wang Xu wore an expression that clearly said, *Buddy, are you messing with me?*

You asked all those questions for nothing when you don't even have one.

Chen Fan smiled.

"Not having one now doesn't mean I won't have one in the future. Who knows, maybe one day inspiration will strike me so hard that the words will pour out like a burst dam, and I'll write a blockbuster hit right on the spot."

Wang Xu was amused by Chen Fan.

"Good brother, what ambition."

"You are always welcome here."

Stepping out of the music studio, Chen Fan took a ride back to the school by himself.

As he passed the school gate, he glanced at the Global Village Internet Cafe.

The transfer notice was still posted, indicating it hadn't been sold yet.

Back in the dorm, before he even stepped inside, he heard the sounds of foreign audio echoing from the room.

The moment he opened the door—goodness gracious—all five guys in the dorm were crowded around Ma Xiaoshuai's desk.

A desktop computer sat upon it, and the screen was currently playing the legendary Teacher Aizawa single-handedly fighting off two mighty warriors.

Judging by the expressions, acting skills, and passionate cries, Teacher Aizawa truly deserved to be called a dedicated, thoroughly professional actress of high artistic integrity.

As the scene on the screen reached its climactic moment, Han Xu, the innocent honest guy who was watching this kind of film for the first time, was deeply shaken.

With a red face and a flushed neck, he stared fixedly at the screen, his breathing somewhat rapid.

One of his hands instinctively reached out toward Sun Hao beside him.

"Holy shit..."

Sun Hao was engrossed in the show, never expecting a sudden sneak attack on his backside.

Scared out of his wits like a startled rabbit, he leaped three feet into the air.

As a result, he bumped into Luo Wenjie standing in front of him, causing the tea in that guy's hand to spill all over the trousers of Ma Xiaoshuai and Wu Di.

"Damn it. Who is that? Can't even let a guy finish watching."

Wu Di looked at his soaked trousers with a depressed expression.

"How many times do I have to say it? Keep your hands to yourself when watching a flick."

"Learn to control your corpus cavernosum, alright?"

Luo Wenjie was amused.

"Your logic is flawed there. If that thing could be controlled, why would there be so many people suffering from erectile dysfunction in this world?"

Han Xu looked extremely embarrassed, bent over with a blushing face, and bolted to the restroom.

Sun Hao chuckled and joked, "Everyone needs to understand. Number Five is watching this for the first time, it's totally normal for him to lose control."

By this time, Luo Wenjie had already changed into a new T-shirt and couldn't help letting his imagination run wild.

"Do you guys think they're going at it for real or just acting?"

"Of course it's real."

"Those island chicks are really open."

"Then what do you guys think? When those movie actors play out passionate scenes, do the male actors actually get aroused?"

Wu Di snapped his fingers.

"That's a good question. I think they definitely do. After all, we're all men, and only a man truly understands another man."

Sun Hao also nodded. "Those actresses are so pretty. If a guy didn't get aroused, could he even still be called a man?"

"I also think there's no way they wouldn't react..."

Chen Fan didn't join the three guys' "men's symposium."

He directly shoved Ma Xiaoshuai aside.

"When did you bring this back?"

Ma Xiaoshuai wiped the tea off his face and said with a smile, "It was moved here this noon."

"Didn't you need a computer? Just make do with this one for now."

"Thank you so much. You're practically closer to me than my own flesh and blood."

"Stop right there. My mom definitely doesn't want another son."

Chen Fan smiled and skillfully logged into his email.

"You have eleven unread messages..."

Seeing this, Chen Fan immediately straightened up in his seat.