(PS: I forgot the last chapter. The plot of the second half of chapter 31 issued yesterday has been slightly modified. My friends can review it when they have time. (* ^ ^ *)

    Han Mo just wanted to have feedback, but he didn''t expect so much. It was just a picture book with full screen comments. He had more comments on one book than Kate the lamb and baby bear paradise combined, but his book was published a month later than the previous two books. He was a new author and didn''t have as high reader base as the previous two authors.

    Han Mo glanced at the comments below.

    "It used to be picture books. I had to read stories to pictures. Since I had this picture book, children began to tell stories to me, and they added details every time. It''s so cute."

    "I saw it first when I bought it. I didn''t expect that the frog would be a Prince later. Hee hee, it''s interesting."

    "I am a primary school art teacher and a mother. To tell you the truth, what moved me about this book was not only the wonderful story, but also every picture in the picture book. They were hand-painted versions. I don''t know if anyone noticed this as much as I did."

    "I agree upstairs. I started reading the content only after I was attracted by the painting. I also do educational work. I will read the books for my children first. This picture book is great."

    "I''m really curious about who the horseman is. I''ve bought so many story books before, and I''ve never heard of the writer''s name."

    There are dozens of replies at the end of this comment, all written with "+ 1" or approval. The painting style of comments changed from here, and everyone began to discuss the real identity of the author. Han Mo didn''t look down and quit the page. He didn''t care much about other people''s comments.

    After turning off the computer, Han Mo found that his mobile phone was muted. 37 missed calls. When he clicked it, it turned out that it was all Meng Si. He called it almost every three or five minutes. Han Mo was speechless, but it was also in line with Meng Si''s character. Generally, if no one answered it once or twice, he might give up. Wait a minute, the other party will call back, But Mengsi kept calling until you answered the phone.

    Han Mo guessed that Meng Si might be in a real emergency. He clicked the number and was ready to dial. Suddenly, the mobile phone rang and Meng Si''s name jumped on the screen. Han Mo held his mouth and connected the phone.

    Before he could speak, Meng Si''s loud voice exploded, "my little ancestor, what are you doing? Why don''t you answer the phone."

    "I..." it''s really bad that Meng Si didn''t answer the phone in time, and Meng Si must have informed him of something important before he called. Han mogang wanted to explain that the mobile phone was accidentally muted and didn''t wait to speak.

    "OK, I stopped talking just now. Just take it now." Meng Si seemed to be relieved. He rounded up the matter. Han Mo didn''t open his mouth to explain after hearing Meng Si say so.

    "At 10:30 tomorrow morning in the rehearsal room No. 1, it''s not easy to make an appointment with Tian Yadong''s old man today. He hates being late. He must not be late tomorrow." Meng Si''s tone was filled with strong dissatisfaction with Tian Yadong. It can be imagined that he had said a lot of good words before inviting the other party. He was still angry and had no place to send it.

    Han Mo said faintly, "OK."

    Meng Si held it for too long and had no place to vent, so he told Han Mo a lot about Tian Yadong''s contempt for newcomers, how to put on airs and how to play big cards. Even his boss didn''t pay attention to him. He said it for more than ten minutes. Han Mo maintained the state of "uh, ah, oh", and seriously did a good listener. He didn''t cooperate or stop.

    Meng Si said that he was tired and breathed a long sigh of relief. "Oh, transparent, comfortable, little Mo Mo, I found another advantage of you. It''s not easy for an excellent listener to do this. Well, you have to rest early. See you tomorrow. " Meng Si''s feminine conclusion floated into Han Mo''s ear, which made him goose bumps.

    ......

    The next morning, Han Mo simply cleaned up and went out. He had a T-shirt, jeans and a pair of sneakers. It couldn''t be simpler. Although he signed a contract with sichen media, he is no different from roadside office workers. The only difference may be that he has a higher appearance.

    In fact, Han Mo won''t be late without Meng Si reminding him. Meng Si is right. Punctuality is one of his advantages, and he will arrive a little earlier every time.

    The whole 19th floor of sichen media building is used for rehearsal. The so-called No. 1 rehearsal room is the largest and most high-end equipment in all rehearsal rooms. Only front-line artists can make an appointment with this room. It can be seen that Mengsi has spared no effort in cultivating calligraphy.

    Han Mo raised his wrist and looked at his eye watch. He drew an arc with the hour and minute hand, just pointing to the direction of 10 o''clock. He went out early and knew he would arrive early, but this time it was a little early. Originally, rehearsal room No. 1 could invite many people a day according to the time period, but Meng Si was the boss, and no one dared to provoke him. Today, this rehearsal room was theirs all day.

    Han Mo went to the door. The lock of the rehearsal room had been opened by the little assistant. He pushed the door open and turned around the empty rehearsal room. He vaguely heard the sound of music outside the door. Sometimes there was no music, which seemed to be rehearsing.

    Following the music, but also because he had nothing to do, Han Mo walked out of the rehearsal room. He found that the music came from the No. 2 rehearsal room opposite.

    The door of the rehearsal room was open. Han Mo stood at the door and could just see the situation inside. They were three teenagers. Although they were dressed very mature and wore shiny clothes, Han Mo could see at a glance that they were 15 or 16 years old.

    At this time, the music sounded again, and one of the boys was singing and dancing hard. Although Han Mo had not heard the song of the world, he knew from the rhythm and lyrics that it was a singing and dancing song with a strong sense of rhythm, and the lyrics were very mature. Although the melody was not classic, if the singer had a solid foundation in dance, it should still be very attractive, It''s not that the boy can''t dance well, but he always thinks his performance is unspeakable.

    Maybe he realized this himself. He stopped dancing for a while, turned off the music in frustration and sat directly in the corner. Another boy who had been sitting aside walked to the center of the rehearsal room.

    The prelude is very soothing. After listening to the lyrics, it is a love song about lovelorn. A boy who looks only 15 or 16 years old sings a love song, and he is deliberately intoxicated. When he sings the chorus, he almost roars out and tries his best to cooperate with the lyrics. Han Mo shakes his head when he sees here.

    Until the third boy finished the performance, Han Mo standing at the door also saw why he had a strange feeling when he saw the three boys at the first sight. In fact, their voice was very good, but it was a pity. Han Mo was a person who had nothing to do with himself. They were all artists of the company. He didn''t want to mind his own business and was ready to turn around and leave.

    Ding Dong, a message.

    Han Mo took out his mobile phone and accidentally touched the door. The open door was pushed open by his inadvertent action.

    The three boys in the rehearsal room looked in the direction of Han mo.