Excuse Me, I Am The Real Female Lead

Panda Novel

Supervisor Qi was instantly stunned.

The lyrics that had originally been nothing special, were unexpectedly nice to listen to when paired with Fang Mo'er's tune.

By the time Fang Mo'er had finished singing, Supervisor Qi was gripping the piece of paper tightly and looking at Fang Mo'er incredulously.

Fang Mo'er nodded. "That's right, the special thing about this song is that it will require a lot of lung capacity."

Actually, the lyrics were not unusual, but the continuous chanting that would challenge the singer's breath to the limit, actually made the song very special.

However, Supervisor Qi stared at the lyrics and suddenly felt a trace of hesitation. "But, our artistes might not have such a strong lung capacity."

Fang Mo'er nodded. "I know that. When the time comes, I will personally select the artiste who will be singing this song."

Supervisor Qi was pleased. "I had not expected you to work so hard. This song is very well written. Within the next few days, you should start the process of picking an artiste. After you're done, you may have a good holiday. Don't work too hard."

"I'm just doing my job." Fang Mo'er presented herself as if she loved her work.

Supervisor Qi glanced at the "99th version" at the top and left in satisfaction.

When Fang Mo'er's colleagues saw the door open, they glanced at it from the corner of their eyes. They did not expect to see Supervisor Qi beaming with joy.

Once Supervisor Qi came out, he waved to everyone. "You have to learn more from Little Fang. She spares no effort to find inspiration every day. This is what an ace arranger should do."

The other colleagues looked at each other, blankly.

They needed to learn from Fang Mo'er? Was he kidding?

Learn from Fang Mo'er to arrive late and leave early?

Learn from Fang Mo'er to drink afternoon tea and eat pastries?

Learn from Fang Mo'er to browse irrelevant web pages and surf the internet?

But now, in Supervisor Qi's eyes, these actions were seen as sparing no effort to find inspiration.

Looking at Supervisor Qi as he left, the colleagues were dumbfounded.

Then, they looked at Fang Mo'er, who was coming out to make coffee. They were all speechless.

Fang Mo'er slipped into the pantry again.

After making herself a cup of fragrant coffee, she entered her office.

She took out the drawing board that she had just bought, plugged it into the computer, and started work on her side hustle.

Even if people saw her, she could still say she was looking for inspiration.

It had been a long time since she had drawn a manga.

She was worried that her hands had gotten rusty, so she first drew a few characters.

On the computer screen, a few lifelike characters quickly appeared.

There were female protagonists with different styles, and there were male protagonists with different styles.

In order to verify whether her style of drawing was popular in this world, Fang Mo'er had drawn a few characters.

She then placed these few characters in a small video and posted them on the Vibrato app.

The title was "Which of these comic characters do you like?"

After posting it, Fang Mo'er put down her phone.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

A young girl sent over a few artistes' information and respectfully said to Fang Mo'er, "Teacher Fang, this is the information on the company's artistes who haven't debuted yet."

The so-called New Talent Rankings charts were the rankings for new singers who had just debuted.

As an arranger, according to the rules of this world, an arranger had a lot of power and could choose who would sing their songs.

The young girl asked again, "Teacher Fang, when will the audition begin?"

Fang Mo'er raised her head. "In three days' time."

"Alright." The young girl respectfully retreated, gently closed the door, and went to report the information.

Fang Mo'er was truly enjoying herself. She was addicted to holding the power of life and death.

1

Three days later.

In the recording studio.

The audition had been set for three in the afternoon.

Presumably, the other artistes had practiced their songs during this period of time.

In the recording studio.

"Teacher Fang, there are a total of five new artistes who will be participating in the audition for this song," the young assistant said to Fang Mo'er.

Fang Mo'er glanced at the people who were present and found that one was missing.

However, that didn't matter. Since there were people who did not cherish the opportunity, it would be their loss.

"Let's start in order."

She pulled a chair over and sat down outside the recording studio.

The first artiste to enter was attractive.

However, when she sang the first line, Fang Mo'er frowned. She knew that this person would not be able to do it.

Sure enough, the young artiste did not have enough lung capacity. Before the end of the song, her face and neck had already turned red. Her beautiful face now looked quite ferocious.

By the time this artiste had finished singing, she was already listless and her face had gone pale.

When she came out, she knew that her performance had not been good.

However, she bravely walked towards Fang Mo'er and said, "Teacher Fang, I've never seen a song with such long lyrics. This song of yours isn't something that a human being can sing."

She had practiced this song several times, yet every time, she had lacked the lung capacity to do it.

It would surely be the same for the others.

It was not that they were not good at singing at all, but because the song was too abnormal.