don't call me singer

Chapter 93 Wait, my music library seems to have 4 songs!

"So, in your teacher's case, you have to sing, you have to sing elegant songs, you have to sing and cry for each other, you have to compete with each other's band, and you have to win?"

the king asked.

Zhao Xingsheng nodded.

"Why didn't your teacher... go to bed and sleep?" Lao Wang wanted to say God, but Zhao Xingsheng glared back.

"What band did the other party invite?" Pharaoh asked again.

"Fortunately...not a very powerful band, Mopancao." Zhao Xingsheng said.

Gu Xiaobai: "...???"

Have not heard.

"Mopancao is not that good! People say they are already a famous band! We are amateurs, how about amateurs!"

How do professional and amateur compare!
Why don't you let the high school physics competition students compete with me in scientific research?

Can I play a class by myself?
Old Wang felt that he came from abroad overnight, and he came back in vain at all!

"Then do you know what song the other party is going to sing?"

""sugar""a
Gu Xiaobai: "...???"

Haven't heard of it either.

Great song?

Pharaoh: "..."

It's vulgar, can it be more vulgar...

But how did the professional band, singing sugar at the wedding, win?
"It doesn't matter, we have Xiaobai." Zhao Xingsheng felt that his only chance of winning was Gu Xiaobai. "Xiaobai's singing skills will crush them!"

"Then you have to have a suitable song too!" Lao Wang said, the conditions are too harsh, and this formula has no solution.

Zhao Xingsheng also had a headache.

Yeah, what song are you going to sing?

"Otherwise, let's sing "Nine Children". This song is artistic... Xiaobai can sing it." Old Wang looked at Gu Xiaobai.

Gu Xiaobai: "...???"

Still haven't heard it.

"Jiu'er is dead! My little junior sister is not dead! You want to piss off my teacher!" Zhao Xingsheng was angry.

"Jiu'er, I'll send you to a distant place, isn't this sending your little sister to marry." Old Wang didn't think there was anything wrong.

Differences in thinking between liberal arts students and science students.

It could also be the difference in thinking between normal and mentally retarded.

The two got into a fight.

"Kacha, Kacha." Gu Xiaobai first took a few pictures with his mobile phone, and then said, "Well... I seem to have a suitable song."

"You?" Zhao Xingsheng said, it's not that the teacher looks down on you, you can even count the Tyrannosaurus rex with one hand!
As we all know, there are only 3 songs in Gu Xiaobai's music library, and one of them is the national anthem!

"Are you going to sing the national anthem at the wedding and get them to stand up?" Wang's science student's thoughts went online again.

"Or sing the school song? Puff puff..." Zhao Xingsheng was successfully led astray.

"You can't sing "The End of the World", my teacher will be pissed off..." Zhao Xingsheng suddenly thought too much.

"Who said that, there are actually 4 songs in my music library." Gu Xiaobai stretched out four fingers, and on the "Supreme Lord of the Rings" on his left hand, the words "Important responsibility rests on the shoulders" were shining brightly.

I have now evolved from Tyrannosaurus to Ceratosaurus!Don't underestimate me, okay?
The two of you are unreliable at all, you still have to rely on me, Xiaobai, to save the scene like this!
The heavy responsibility is on my shoulders!

"Hey? When did you learn it? "Qinchuan Love"? "Little Star"? No, there are only five songs, these two are not songs..."

"In a dream?" Gu Xiaobai scratched his head, how should he explain that he might have traveled through time and space and returned to the past?

"Is it in your Spring and Autumn Dream?" Zhao Xingsheng blinked, a genius is a genius, he can learn to sing in his dreams... But, is it reliable?
"I'll sing it for you." Gu Xiaobai said, it was actually the first time he sang this song, "This song is called "Yan Yan"."

"Book of Songs?" Zhao Xingsheng's eyes brightened, and this force went up all of a sudden!

After Gu Xiaobai finished singing, the two of them were silent for a long time, and then looked at each other.

"Stable!"

……

June 2019, 6, May 28 of the lunar calendar.

It is suitable for marriage, adoption, travel, medical treatment, medical treatment, market opening, migration, residence, opening, and burial.

Do not break the ground or break the ground.

It's a good day on the calendar.

A slightly worn pickup truck pulled the five members of the Mopancao Band and their equipment to the Dongcheng Hotel.

Guitarist Ming Ge and two other people squeezed in the back seat, looking out the window boredly.

The Mopancao Band is one of the three bands in which he is the guitarist, and it is also the most successful band. He is usually called when there is a big job.

Several band members around him were complaining: "What, please come, let's not let us sing our own songs, we also have songs suitable for weddings..."

"I don't care." The lead singer said: "One singing is 5 yuan, let me sing whatever I want!"

"what?"

"5 yuan!"

"Where are the local tyrants from!"

The bass player, who has always been steady, almost drove the car up the curb.

"Hey? Didn't I gesture with you when I was on the phone?" The lead singer stretched out five fingers.

"I thought it was five thousand!"

"Then you are still practicing so hard!"

"Five thousand is too high!"

"However, they also have conditions." The lead singer said, "I heard that the woman also invited a band, and the man asked us to sing high on the spot and suppress the other party's band..."

"Is this a live PK? I like it."

"Like a fart, what if we lose? What band is the other party?"

"Amateur Band."

"Hey, amateur..."

Several people put their hearts in their stomachs again.

We are a professional band!
The band is performing on the scene, it is only right and right, it can't stand even if you can hold it!

After twisting into the parking lot, Brother Ming jumped out of the car and was about to move equipment when he saw a car parked across from him.

The car door opened, and a young man wearing a hat and mask, still handsome like a wind and light, stepped out of the car.

The moment he saw this young man, the rock version of "The Ballad of Dongshan" appeared in Brother Ming's mind.

Shocked and staggered backwards.

It's like a teenager bringing his own BGM!
"What's the matter, Brother Ming?"

Brother Ming calmed down, then looked around, but didn't see Fu Wenyao and the others.

It's not Fu Wenyao's band.

If you want to PK "Dongshan Ballad" with the combination of "non-white or black + white"...

Thinking of the almost dominant stage performance, Brother Ming felt a little guilty, but fortunately there was no "white or black".

Wait, if it's not "white or black", shouldn't it be more worrying?
After all, the level of "either white or black" is a dish's fault, and it is an absolute shortcoming in the performance.

Wait a minute, maybe another little monster is coming too!

If the little moth comes, and two little monsters, a man and a woman, come to the stage...

Brother Ming already wanted to go home.

"Brother Ming, what's wrong?" Another guitarist waved in front of Brother Ming.

Gu Xiaobai turned back and saw Brother Ming looking at him.

Huh?Where have you seen this ugly face?
　New week, asking for recommendation tickets.

　　


(End of this chapter)