I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 109 Blowing too much and it will come true

It has been sung many times in various forms, and Jing Xiaoqiang definitely doesn't even need an accompaniment.

He took off his outer jacket and plaid shirt, revealing a tight black round neck T, and stood next to the upright piano with his head bowed for two seconds.

Touching the piano to start...

So he has to dance, he sings the same song every time, if he doesn’t use his posture to adjust the freshness, he will soon fall into what singers often say to sing until he wants to vomit.

Right, no matter how beautiful the song is, there is always a singer behind it who sings like vomiting.

So new tricks have to be added.

Jing Xiaoqiang ran around singing in his postgraduate classroom.

It's not a dance, but a performance that is close to a musical, the affectionate touch of the body, the desire to look up at the blue sky, and the unbearable itchiness of scratching the ears and cheeks.

Soon the corridor outside was crowded with teachers and students who heard the sound, and the cleaners were squeezed into the door and squatted quietly on the ground.

Let's watch this big man's performance in awe.

It is still this form, which is particularly novel in the conservatory.

You said it was an opera, but you didn't use bel canto.

Or that opera singers don't need so much acting.

It is definitely not opera, and musicals are more focused on the plot than the performance of singing and dancing itself.

So from the 30s to the [-]s, Citi gradually developed into a peak song and dance drama after World War I, and it did have its own characteristics.

Covering various types of music, opera, dance, etc., it is quite inclusive and eclectic.

Even the thriving Hollywood movies have not been able to completely defeat musicals, and many famous actors are proud to be able to perform musicals.

There is no such soil in the country.

All the teachers and students who are still learning musical instruments and vocal music step by step are naturally refreshed.

Zhou Qingyun followed the beat seriously like a child.

Yu Shufan stood behind the professor like a court lady, as if she had also been enlightened overnight.

I no longer have to be cautious before trying to please the professor for everything, for fear of being left out, and I am more active and free.

After Jing Xiaoqiang finished singing, she leaned into the professor's ear and flattered her: "Last night, I also sang "The Love of Green Leaves to Roots". It is completely based on his own interpretation. Sing it again, sing it again, and I will accompany you."

After talking, I went to turn over the music score, which is a common song in colleges and universities.

Zhou Qingyun only asked: "You also sang like this when you went to the grassroots condolences performance? Do the soldiers like it?"

Jing Xiaoqiang nodded heavily: "I like it very much. I also led them to sing and perform together, and formed a chorus of thousands of people. The effect is the best."

Zhou Qingyun clapped her hands happily: "That's great! This is the power that singing should have!"

And I couldn’t help remembering: “My teacher, during the Anti-Japanese War, braved the gunfire and swam to the front line to sing to the soldiers. This is my life’s role model, and you have inherited this power. You must continue to act. !"

Only then did Jing Xiaoqiang give Citi a two-finger salute mischievously: "Got it!"

But he didn't follow the track reported by Yu Shufan: "Where's the little comrade you picked up? Ask her to rehearse and sing "Like You" with me."

Yu Shufan felt that he was trying his best to win the opportunity for the top brand under the banner, so he stared angrily, and then pointed at the cleaner at the door angrily: "That's right, you're blind! Come here, come here and call Boss Jing...he is busy all day long. Do business."

The last sentence of complaining to Zhou Qingyun was more like sniffing.

Sure enough, she lived up to her blank stare, Zhou Qingyun's reaction was: "Only economic independence can have artistic personality independence, thank you for your hard work."

Anyway, what Jing Xiaoqiang did was reasonable.

Yang Xiao'e finally stood in front of Jing Xiaoqiang cleanly, without the wild state she was in the nightclub last night.

The strong and elegant atmosphere of the conservatory can still make her feel ashamed, and her voice is like a little sheep: "Hi, boss..."

Jing Xiaoqiang looked at it again, and it was a little unrecognizable when he put on the clothes.

It should be Yu Shufan's old clothes, the corduroy jacket and jeans are all rolled up.

The wide hood full of literary style is as procrastinating as the dorm aunt on this thin body.

There are not so many hair dyes these days, and there are not many perms.

Now use a flower handkerchief to tie up the disheveled shawl hair, giving her a more middle-aged look.

No wonder it looks like a cleaner from behind.

But it was precisely this kind of overall old-fashioned attire that set off a fairly immature and clean face.

As a make-up artist, her eyesight is still a little astonishing. Last night's messy and heavy makeup was really...not a waste of money, but a fair and clean girl.

The standard of three courts and five eyes is quite correct, the eyes are slightly shorter but a little cute.

Mainly still young, full of girly face, cheekbones are a little bit high, actually the face is very small.The head is small and the neck is long, and the figure that hasn't grown up now thinks that it must have been wearing high heels and stuffing yesterday.

But the thing that loses the most points should be the eyes, which are obviously quite big, but when they are opened, they are blank and lifeless.

Of course, in the eyes of a makeup artist, appearance is not important, as long as the facial features are neat, one can look like a peerless beauty.

Jing Xiaoqiang nodded and asked Yu Shufan: "Do you remember the score?"

Female graduate student disgusted: "I've only listened to it two or three times..."

Solfeggio is not practiced like this.

Jing Xiaoqiang pushed her up and directed Yang Xiaoe to stand beside her: "Do you remember the lyrics? Sing it with me..."

Yang Xiaoe quickly took out the cover of the tape in her pocket, and stood beside her nervously.

Jing Xiaoqiang comforted her: "It doesn't matter if you sing well or badly, just follow me."

He himself played it very skillfully, and even dared to play it with one hand, dancing and beating the time.

Zhou Qingyun was happy again, and gestured to her students: "I often tell you that when you sing, you have to put your emotions into it. Only strong emotions can make your voice come alive. Otherwise, no matter how skilled you are in singing, you will be a walking dead! "

Sure enough, Jing Xiaoqiang suppressed the tone of his voice when he sang the first line, and even waved his hands vigorously to signal Yang Xiaoe to suppress, suppress!
The wild girl clenched the cover of the tape and made a low voice, low pitch and low voice are two different things.

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't explain, and suppressed with his own voice, but deliberately sang to Yang Xiaoe's face, hitting the volume, and felt that the hair on both sides of the girl's cheeks was floating back!

The impact of his deliberately adding chest resonance can be imagined.

Yang Xiaoe was a little staggered, but as the lyrics entered the black pineapple, Jing Xiaoqiang waved her hands upwards vigorously.

The familiar feeling, the excitement of being surrounded by people, and the stimulation of the new environment made Yang Xiaoe wantonly let go of her high pitch...

I really want to evaluate it from the perspective of the major classes in the conservatory of music, the singing is all messed up, with no rules at all!

But Jing Xiaoqiang turned his hoarse alto into surround harmony, surrounding this beautiful and high-pitched female voice as a foil.

The songs written by this kind of street band hairy boy are not so particular.

There are not so many deliberately created mountains and mountains, and the first two sentences are a little bit of a suppression before a rise.

And after all, it's still a rock band, so it's much more exciting from the beginning to the end.

When the lyrics came back to the second time, Jing Xiaoqiang lowered his gestures, and Yang Xiaoe whispered again, feeling that she only knows this.

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't care, he gestured to her vigorously, and then sang to the climax, this time he stopped circling, and started to walk along with Yang Xiaoe's busy high notes.

The arms are waving non-stop!

In fact, in front of Yang Xiaoe's eyes, that arm is already a bit like a hypnotic metronome, basically ignoring the surrounding environment, the sight is taken away by the shaking arm, and Jing Xiaoqiang's voice is completely taken away by Jing Xiaoqiang.

The feeling of embellishment before is gone, like two dragons intertwined and rising!
This song is obviously a slow rhythm of soft rock, but it was sung with a cry of hard rock!

That cute face, holding hands and talking in sleep...

The teachers and students of the Conservatory of Music were a little dumbfounded.

Such a song without academic difficulty brought them too much impact.

Jing Xiaoqiang did it on purpose, but he already had a picture in his mind!

It will definitely make the scene extremely hot!

After singing the song, Yang Xiaoe's face was flushed, the aftertaste of the orgasm was still there, and the tip of her nose was still sweating.
There was finally some light in his eyes, but he didn't know how to describe his feelings, so he could only look at Jing Xiaoqiang with a flattering smirk.

Turn around and ask Yu Shufan first: "Do you have a guitar? If not, I'll go to the dance hall to practice..."

What a joke, I asked if I could find a guitar at the Conservatory of Music, but it turned out that Jing Xiaoqiang wanted Yang Xiaoe to learn how to play the guitar.

Then I explained to Zhou Qingyun: "If there are more elements of her, will it be easier to attract ordinary audiences? The look of a rock elf."

Zhou Qingyun tried her best to imagine: "And then?"

Jing Xiaoqiang whispered: "An ordinary person who has not studied professional acting may be more acceptable to the audience when she sings. I want to try to train her to sing instead of me in the dance hall, and maybe add new sympathy performances. She like this It’s more rustic than a bunch of pretty city girls, full of country vibes, I’m talking about acting.”

This is purely because they are here, so they can't leave this girl to Yu Shufan, right? What Jing Xiaoqiang thought of was to give it a try in the dance hall.

It is said that these days there is no shortage of singers, the main reason is the lack of songs, if I find this girl to sing instead of me...

During the military training, there was a joke idea, to find a few people to sing in various dance halls separately, and take a cut of it, but now it is just a passing word, so why care about that little income.

But what Zhou Qingyun saw was: "Shu Fan told me that you want to set up your own company just to raise children like this?"

The scene of Jing Xiaoqiang sitting in front of the piano just now, waving his hands vigorously and leading the singing is too much like a teacher teaching students. The professor who has taught singing all his life is very happy.

She dotes on Jing Xiaoqiang, of course she cherishes this talent, but seeing him inherit the mission and teach more people, wouldn't that be more perfect?

How could Jing Xiaoqiang have such a systematic plan, he just wanted to settle the material foundation as soon as possible, and live that kind of carefree and relaxed life.

Domestic private record companies have just started, whether they are rock pioneers or campus folk songs, they are mainly concentrated in Pingjing.

When Jing Xiaoqiang was in college in his last life, he was very aware of the popularity of this period.

Since I have a talent for singing, I should set up a company to play with, otherwise it will be inconvenient to release an album in the future.

But Professor Zhou's idea seems to be interesting.

You can't sing by yourself all the time. If you can cultivate some newcomers, you can create more scenes.

So he nodded.

Zhou Qingyun only thinks that the blue is better than the blue, and finally has a child who can inherit her mantle!

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