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Chapter 145

"Okay, you have to do it." The beautiful boy in front of me stood up and walked in front of me, with his head slightly lowered close to my ear: "I just performed an operation on him yesterday, if he can survive this week and he is still stable If that's the case, there won't be any problems with his body."

A drop of sweat slid down my forehead in an instant, it turned out that I had been saved a long time ago, and that fooled me so badly!If I knew earlier, I shouldn't have agreed, I shouldn't have agreed.Dancing...singing...I don't even know how to do this!Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow.

I was patted lightly on the shoulder by him, and then I heard his voice with a smile: "Come on." After I finished speaking, I walked out of my room, and when I turned around, I could vaguely see The shoulders that kept trembling from the suppressed laughter.

Really, it was designed by someone like this, it pissed me off!
Unhappy stomping my feet and laying down on my bed, looking at the pure white ceiling, I wondered what to do with the damn game that was still going on.My eyes moved from the top to the side, and I took a look at the paper that I don't know who put it next to the pillow.

Three days... Three days later, a new competition will start, and the content of the competition will be dancing... Mom, please forgive me, please.Let me fight even if I fight hundreds of times, but if I dance, it's too miserable.

Closing his eyes in pain and going to sleep, he suddenly remembered something... Yayoi!Isn't Yayoi a star?Stars should be able to sing, right?It might be better if I learn from Yayoi.In fact, singing is not difficult, I have sung it before.For example... cough cough, cleared his throat, let go of his throat and shouted loudly: "Come on, I am a pineapple, pineapple pineapple, pineapple, radish, radish, radish!!!! Come on, I am A FROG, FROG FROG FROG, FROG FROG FROG FROG!!!! Come on, I'm a sausage, sausage sausage, sausage, sausage, sausage, sausage, sausage, sausage, sausage, sausage, sausage, sausage, sausage!!!! Come on, I'm a sausage Belt, belt belt belt, belt belt belt belt belt belt belt belt belt belt belt belt!!!!!!”

After singing, I raised my hand and took a deep breath to let my breath slowly sink back to Dantian... Well, I feel that singing is actually pretty good.

Nearly half of the bodyguards guarding downstairs have already foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground. They couldn't bear the powerful internal force attack and the harm of the sound waves, and finally fell down before a certain bodyguard after passing through the seven gates and eight gates. Under the singing of tea.

The head of the bodyguards firmly supported the door panel with one hand and plugged his ears with the other hand and sighed: "Sure enough, the internal strength is deep. If there is a bat around here, maybe I won't survive tomorrow." He will bleed to death in absolute misery. (Author: Do bats have seven holes? Uh...it seems that there are.)
In fact, I think it would be embarrassing to ask Yayoi for advice. Originally, his IQ is not very high, and although his singing level is good, his teaching ability is not very good.Why not ask his agent, maybe his agent knows someone who often teaches singing, or someone else who sings well, so he can teach me.

Thinking of this, I immediately dug out the business card from my pocket that had been suppressed for a long time when I went to Japan, and called Yayoi's manager.Next... is the conversation between him and me.

Manager: "What?! You want to learn to sing?!"

I am shy: "Yes."

The manager trembled: "Are you serious?!"

I am shy: "Yes."

The manager was desperate: "Yayoi said that as long as you sing, you will die. I don't want to let the president's company be littered with dead bodies because of you."

I gritted my teeth: "It's fine if you help, I'll go find Yayoi!"

The manager immediately replied: "Ah, let me help you find someone else... Well, you come to the south gate of the city center at 5 o'clock tonight, and I will take you to the entertainment company where Yayoi works." It's not in vain to die, it's too pitiful, it's better to find other dead ghosts, woo woo woo, my fate is so miserable, meeting this girl is really painful.

Hehe, the matter was solved so easily.At that time, with a good teacher, I will be able to play my singing skills more perfectly.

Thinking of this, I cleared my throat again and wanted to sing, and suddenly thought that if I still practice at night, I might as well take a good rest. If I am too tired, it may destroy the effect of the sound.So I lay back on the bed and covered the quilt, oh oh, rest and rest!
The resurrected bodyguards downstairs looked at each other in fear... Did you feel just now that a particularly terrifying internal force bombing incident was about to happen again?
At around 4 o'clock in the evening, I went downstairs and took a taxi to the south gate of the city center.The person who picked me up was my manager. He complained that I, who likes fighting, wanted to sing on a whim. It would be nice to be an actor and shoot martial arts movies, but singing has nothing to do with fighting.From the time I walked into that big and scary company until I took the elevator to the 66th floor, I still haven't stopped chanting. It really almost broke my eardrums.

"Oh, Assistant Lan, are you guys here? I have someone here who wants to learn to sing." At some point, a middle-aged woman walked up from the front, and the manager immediately asked with a smile on her face when she saw it.

The middle-aged woman frowned slightly: "You are looking for Qi Ruo, who is currently practicing the dance for tomorrow's concert in the practice room. If you want to learn to sing, you should find someone else."

"Hey, don't say that, if tomorrow you all hope that the victory is a sure thing anyway, it would be nice to take a little time out to teach others. What's more, that kid... Do you really want him to stay at that stage forever? Is it?" Although he is indeed quite talented, he doesn't have any desire to show it.It's good to just finish it, and there is no singing and dancing with heart and enthusiasm.If such a person met this windy girl whom Yayoi cared most about, maybe it would be different.

The middle-aged woman suddenly stopped talking. She seemed to be persuaded, but in hesitation, she turned her gaze from the manager to me: "This child...isn't he also a fan?"

(End of this chapter)