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

“To put it simply…”

Chu Guang drew two circles on the light curtain, connected them with a straight line, and then pointed to the circle on the left, "This is a very tough type." He also pointed to the circle on the right, "This is a very soft and cute type."

Fang Zhao nodded to show that he understood.

Chu Guang also marked a circle in the middle part of the line, "Here is the intermediate type of these two. In the Leizhe era, most of the styles of virtual idols were middle and left-center, and even if there were right-side styles, they were a minority. But after the Leizhe era, it gradually developed to the right side, so my uncle said that although his words were a bit extreme and the current situation was not that serious, the general trend shown in data statistics is correct."

Fang Zhao understood and mentioned the changes in the virtual idol style from the information he had read. In order to compete with real idols, the virtual idol style 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, and the aesthetics of each era will change. Even the popular idols of the Leizhe era may not become popular until now. Although the current virtual idols have more or less shadows of the classic virtual idols of the Leizhe era, they have also been modified according to the aesthetic preferences of contemporary people, which is more in line with the popular visual preferences of the present. Even if we composers, the style of composers will change throughout our lives."

"A businessman once said, 'There is nothing wrong with the market. If you can't be tolerated by the market, then the only thing that is wrong is you. Keep up with the times and don't be stubborn with the market."

Seeing that Fang Zhao still couldn't find the answer, Chu Guang smiled and comforted, "But you don't have to care too much. You are a composer, not a professional virtual idol producer, and Blade Wing won't care much about virtual idol projects. Just do it according to what Blade Wing has launched before. Complete this project as soon as possible, creation is the serious thing, we are waiting for you on the music list."

In addition to the new striker list, there are many other rankings in the music industry. The new striker list is just a small list of initial levels, and they still have many lists to climb in the future.

After leaving the school gate, Chu Guang drove his car away. Fang Zhao also got on the train. He had to take a turn before he could get to the black street.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when Fang Zhao returned to the black street, and the black street was still so dark.

The poodle heard the movement and was already lying behind the door waiting. Fang Zhao hummed and shook his tail hard when he entered.

Fang Zhao glanced at the room and found that nothing had been destroyed. He touched the dog's head and poured food into the dog's plate.

As soon as he put down the bag in his hand and had not finished drinking a glass of water, Fang Zhao's bracelet remembered the call prompt.

Looking at the name above, Fang Zhao raised his eyebrows in surprise.

After it was turned on, Fang Sheng's face appeared on the square light curtain.

Perhaps because of Fang Zhao's push on the new striker list, Fang Sheng's treatment in Niguang did not plummet, but it was indeed not as popular as before.

After not seeing each other for a while, Fang Sheng lost his previous spirit, bad expression, swollen eyes and the blue and blackness at the moment, which all meant that Fang Sheng was in a very poor state during this period and didn't know how long it took to have a good sleep.

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

"Thank you for your compliment." Fang Sheng didn't care about the resentment in his words at all. Is the thief qualified to resent?

"You must be very happy to play with me like this, right?" Fang Sheng had already determined that Fang Zhaozang had settled privately, so he had been guarding against him before! Otherwise, where did the song "Haha" come from? He had been following Fang Zhao before and didn't find it.

It’s not that Fang Sheng is really a matter of a love-breaking diary. Fang Zhao will not show it to others unless he completes the work, even Fang Sheng, who was regarded as a friend at that time.

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

Originally, Fang Sheng was planning to mock Fang Zhao for taking over the Silver Wing Virtual Project, but when he heard Fang Zhao's words, he was stunned, "...What do you mean?"

"Wait next."

What are you waiting for?

What else does Fang Zhao want to do?

Could it be that besides those three poems, Fang Zhao himself also hid other better works?!

"Fang Zhao, make it clear, what do you mean?!"

Fang Zhao ignored the impatient Fang Sheng and directly disconnected the communication.

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

Although Fang Zhao arranged the composer, the main composer was the former owner of this body. The award was the original owner.

"I'll do the rest."

Having graduated, Fang Zhao no longer needs to go to school. The summer vacation is here. The next virtual idol course will be available in September. It is only early July. There is still more than a month left.

Fang Zhao had to take more than a month to list the general plan of the project, otherwise he would not be able to attend the class if the matter was full in the future.

Anyone who summons must be placed behind, and the image must be finalized first.

Fang Zhao understood Chu Guang's words, but he was just an "old antique" who just came here and had not yet fully absorbed the popular styles of the times.

Just follow the example of a predecessor and make a "skin"?

The advantage of virtual idols is that they are not necessarily human. The popular image of gods and demons in the Leizhe era and the popular plush and cute pet images have a large market, and some classic images even influence one or two generations. Different image styles correspond to different market groups.

market?

How to cater to the market?

But the market is elusive, and no one can give a definite answer.

Until the next day, Fang Zhao could not come up with a countermeasure.

When he was having breakfast in the morning, Fang Zhao saw the paper record book exposed in his unpacked bag. This was what he used to record key information when he was flipping through information in the company. Later, he found that there were too many things to remember, so he simply chose the scanning and storage function of the bracelet.

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

Composition is also a creation.

As a creator, even if you are in a cage, your heart should be free.

“What I create is what I pursue.”

Fang Zhao said again in a low voice, then smiled, opened a large blank record book, took out a pen and drew it on it.

No one knew that the core of this body had experienced a hundred years of destruction, and Fang Zhao could not remove the elements of the times in his soul.

Instead of being at a loss, let go of your hands and feet!

As time passed, the window gradually became brighter. As it was almost noon, the sun would fall on this street again.

Yue Qing, wearing a vest and a shorts, was lying on the sun at the door of the store, and was quite surprised not to see Fang Zhao come out.

"That boy is out?" Ai Jun came to visit and asked.

"I don't know, I didn't see it in the morning." As he said that, Yue Qing glanced at the window, which was open.

"I haven't gone out, that kid is still inside." Yue Qing said sure.

"That's strange, rare." Ai Wan shook his head. He had studied Fang Zhao for many days and always felt that the person was a little strange and difficult to see through. Maybe the art workers were like that.

In the house, after the poodle had finished the breakfast that he called him, he lay quietly on the ground, and his two thrustling ears turned from time to time as the movement outside was moving.

The sunshine in the noon window and the hustle and bustle on the black street did not affect Fang Zhao's hand holding the pen.
Chapter completed!