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Chapter Twelve: Dysphonia

"No, I sing randomly, I can't compare to you." Fang Jing smiled modestly.

"If you are all singing randomly, then what am I? Is it better to sing randomly?"

Fang Jing couldn't continue, so he could only laugh. There was no way, it was not my fault for excellence, but his talent was like a beacon in the dark night, so brilliant that he couldn't be as good as a low-key person.

“Scenery.”

"Um?"

"To be honest, how do you think I sing?" Gong Yu looked at him and asked nervously.

"You don't sing well, of course you can't sing."

"Why is there any incomplete tone?" Gong Yu asked in detail.

Fang Jing chuckled: "Because your name is Gong Yu! Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu only accounts for two of the five tones. Can you get all of them?"

"Puff!" Gong Yu was stunned for a second, and he was directly joking.

"Hey! You two think I am transparent?" Jia Chun said, "Fang Jing, I asked if you can speak. Our Gong Yu sang so well, and the whole class can see it."

"She has a good voice and doesn't have anything to do with her singing skills. She has a full score of 10 points, and she can get up to four points."

"Oh! What do you say?" Gong Yu became interested.

"That's right, today you might as well say one, two, three, four, I broke up with you." Jia Chun looked at him fiercely.

"The reason is very simple, because Gong Yu probably has never sang the song Jasmine, and he can't see the music score, and he can't understand any tune. Who can learn it just by teaching the teacher a few times?

At most, I can just imitate a little bit of appearance and hum a few words. I can still fool you in front of you. In front of professionals, it is a car accident scene. It is a terrible sight, and many of the sounds are wrong.

I gave her four points to see that she has a good voice, she was not prepared for the first time singing, and her skills are also a little accurate. She is not a novice."

"Is it so bad? I think it's okay!"

When Jia Chun saw Fang Jing's words were very clear, he believed it as if it was like that, but he certainly couldn't agree in front of the goddess.

Girls don’t want to be face-saving? You, Fang Jing, patted your butt and left in a week, but I will still be in a row until next year.

Gong Yu was originally full of expectations, but he was a little disappointed when he heard Fang Jing's words.

"This is my first time singing Jasmine. I'm imitating the tone and other words with the teacher. Don't say that there is no score, in fact, even if there is a score, I guess it won't be able to sing it well in a short time."

The little face turned red, and Gong Yu felt embarrassed to say intermittently: "And...and...I don't even understand the genealogy now."

"No way?" Fang Jing was surprised. "I think you must have learned music. The breath changes very well and the tune is correct. How come you can't even understand the score?"

After looking around, Gong Yu whispered: "My family doesn't agree with me singing, so I quietly signed up for a music training class. Because I can't arrange the time and can't take a few classes a month, I can't do a lot of things."

"No wonder!" Fang Jing nodded.

The few of them walked to the school gate side by side, and saw Fang Jing not saying a word. Gong Yu was a little anxious.

"Then... can you understand the score?"

As soon as he said that, Gong Yu wanted to slap himself. Fang Jing could play it, so how could he not read the score?

"Yes! It's very simple. Do you want to learn? I'll teach you."

Fang Jing liked to listen to music when he was a student in his previous life. He joined the guitar club in college. Later, after becoming an online anchor, he even went to professional musicians to train.

The anchor has been singing dozens of songs every day for three years, and has been singing more than a thousand days and nights. He can’t count the scenes of the songs he sang.

To be honest, his level is not much worse than that of students in the Conservatory of Music, and is even a little stronger. All he lacks is systematic music learning.

"Yeah!" Gong Yu nodded wildly when he heard Fang Jing willing to teach her.

She didn't have the nerve to speak, but Fang Jing took the initiative to ask.

"Brother, I want to learn singing too, why don't I teach me too?" Jia Chun hugged Fang Jing's arm excitedly.

He can't say hello to music, it's just that the drunkard doesn't mean drinking. His father greeted him on the first day of school and must have a good relationship with Gong Yu.

He dared not think about pursuing Gong Yu. He didn't like him at all. She was not the dish she liked, but this did not prevent them from becoming friends, even if they were just ordinary friends.

"you……"

"Two hundred in one class!"

Before Fang Jing refused, Jia Chun offered a big price directly. In training classes outside, those professionals were not as expensive as this.

"You are very talented, I'm optimistic about you, come on!" Fang Jing couldn't stop smiling and patted Jia Chun on the shoulder.

You don’t make a bastard if you have money! This is two hundred, and it’s a lesson. In Huangling Village, corn costs 30 cents per pound or 200 yuan. How many kilograms of corn will be exchanged for?

He has to stay for six more days, which is 1,200,000 yuan, which is worth half a year of income in rural areas.

"I won't go home at noon tomorrow. I'll wait for you in the classroom. Remember to bring a guitar."

Hearing Qin Yuanshan’s loudspeaker pressing several times, Fang Jing did not dare to waste time, so he ran back, "Sorry, Uncle Qin, let you wait for a long time..."

"Sit in the back!"

The hand placed on the passenger door handle froze, Fang Jing laughed fiercely, turned around and walked towards the rear door.

"Bang!"

He closed the car door lightly and through the rearview mirror inside the car, Fang Jing saw that Qin Yuanshan had a bad face and a gloomy face, as if someone owed him millions.

Fighting that he was afraid that he would hit the gun, Fang Jing did not speak. For a moment, the car was quiet and he could only hear the sound of the air conditioner.

After a while, Qin Yuanshan spoke, "Fang Jing, why did you come out at this time? Do you know how long I will wait for you?"

"Sorry, I'll delay some time after class. I'll come out early next time."

He was humble, but Fang Jing felt disdainful. In fact, he didn't waste much time at all, just a few minutes.

I just don’t know what Qin Yuanshan is going crazy today, as if he doesn’t like him, and I want to find fault.

Fang Jing guessed well. Qin Yuanshan was in a bad mood today and was full of anger.

The reason was that the restaurant was having dinner yesterday. The director was dissatisfied with his selfish arrangements and agreed to set the dining location in Qinyuanshan Restaurant.

The director team also agreed. The problem of several shots was not big, but Qin Yuanshan took his own initiative and asked the waiter to register the dish. Even the fool could tell that it was a show.

After returning, the deputy director sent the shooting materials for the day to the production department. Unexpectedly, the leader scolded him and said that he was so vicious. Who can't tell the waiter was so obvious? All the materials were destroyed after all. Now, the waiter can only use the later technology to pry it off.

The deputy director who was scolded for more than half an hour was furious. Today, he found Qin Yuanshan and pointed at him and scolded him. The spits were everywhere.

Who can stand being scolded by someone who is decades old and still being pointed at the nose like a grandson?

In a fit of anger, Qin Yuanshan cursed back and almost started fighting. Fortunately, the staff next to him pulled him.

It wasn't time to get off work, Qin Yuanshan closed the door early to pick up Fang Jing. Who would have thought that the get out of class would not be over, and waited for more than ten minutes in vain. The more I waited, the more I became angry, until I got into the bus.

"Next time! Do you want to have a next time? I will get back by bus next time, I can't serve you!"
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