I Just Won’t Play by the Book

After singing another song, Kong Qianqian couldn't wait to turn his head and look at Jiang Beiran. Just as he was about to speak, he said "Ouch" and looked at the senior sister aggrievedly.

Closing the book, Jiang Beiran nodded and said, "Miss Qianqian, your voice is actually more suitable for another genre. You can try to listen to it."

Jiang Beiran sang a short piece of "San Li Mei" in a false voice. Just after singing it, Kong Qianqian risked his thigh pain and stood up and clapped vigorously: "Good, good, Brother Jiang, please sing a whole section. "

Kong Qianqian tightened his thigh muscles as soon as he finished speaking, but the pain in his imagination did not come.

So she turned around and asked Mu Yao, "Senior Sister, why didn't you pinch me this time?"

Mu Yao, who was pretending to close her eyes and concentrate, could hardly wait to stand up and choke Kong Qianqian to death. She was so talkative!

Seeing Mu Yao's expression about suffocating herself to death, Jiang Beiran suppressed a smile and said, "Miss Mu likes to listen to music on weekdays?"

"It's just a matter of killing time, it's not a matter of preference."

Kong Qianqian immediately said after listening: "Sister, you are not saying that among the three hobbies in your life, listening to music is ranked in...Ouch!"

‘Just willing to take this living treasure to run around is enough for life, Mu Yao really likes listening to music...’

"Qianqian, if you talk nonsense again, I will pull your tongue out!" Mu Yao said viciously.

"Yes..." Kong Qianqian looked at Jiang Beiran after speaking, "Brother Jiang, what genre did you belong to just now?"

"Well, it's called Cheng Pai. It's a subtle, deep, quiet singing voice, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, which suits you well."

"Then... Then can you teach me?"

Kong Qianqian asked with a pleased look, and the hopeful light in his eyes reminded Jiang Beiran of Mo Xia who was holding a chessboard and looking at him.

"I can't teach you this casually, it's all uploaded by the ancestor."

"I am willing to worship you as a teacher!" Kong Qianqian said, kneeling to the ground.

"Don't don't don't." Jiang Beiran held Kong Qianqian in a hand, "I don't accept disciples easily."

When Kong Qianqian heard this, he hurriedly pleaded: "Brother Jiang, please accept me, please."

"Hmm..." Jiang Beiran thought for a moment and said: "Look at your next performance, you stand up first."

"Yes." Kong Qianqian stood straight immediately.

"As for singing, the voice is usually clear, crisp, round, smooth, sweet, and bright. You can do a good job of clearing this, but you need to improve later."

"Qing... crisp... wait a minute, Mr. Jiang, wait a minute." Kong Qianqian shook Mu Yao and asked after saying, "Senior Sister, do you have paper and pen to lend me?

After being shaken twice, Mu Yao's forehead blue veins violently, and two words were spit out from between her teeth: "No!"

"I have it, here you are." Jiang Beiran took out a pen and paper from Qiankun Ring and handed it to Mu Yao.

"Thank you, sir." After taking Jiang Beiran's pen and paper, Kong Qianqian seriously wrote the words clear and crisp, and then began to run out of brain capacity.

"The back is round, smooth, sweet and bright."

"Thank you sir." Kong Qianqian wrote down four words after speaking.

"Well, you sing two more songs, I hear what your problem is."

"Ok!"

At noon, Min Niu's cart stopped suddenly, and Aniu who drove the cart opened the curtain and said, "This girl sings really well. I've been driving the car all the way."

The praised Kong Qianqian smiled shyly and waved his hand quickly: "I can't sing well, I made you laugh."

At this moment Jiang Beiran asked, "Why did Brother Aniu suddenly stop the car?"

"Oh, this doesn't happen to drive to a creek, I see the scenery is good, I want to ask if you want to make a fire here."

"Alright." Jiang Beiran nodded, looked at the other two and said: "Are you hungry?"

Kong Qianqian, who had been singing all morning, immediately responded: "Well, let's eat, I'm already hungry." Then she grabbed Mu Yao and walked out of the car.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Beiran took a deep breath. The scenery here is really good. The golden sunlight reflected in the stream is really beautiful.

To say that after coming to the Xuanlong Continent, Jiang Beiran was overwhelmed by all kinds of beautiful scenery.

In the past, Jiang Beiran always felt that under the condition of human governance in modern society, the environment should be considered quite good. After all, the scenic spots were cleaned and managed.

But after coming here, Jiang Beiran found that although the countryside was as dirty and messy as he imagined, the yellow mud road that would sink into it with just one foot, all kinds of cow dung were all over the ground, and when the harvest was poor, the roadside could be everywhere. See the dead body of the machine.

But places with no people are indeed picturesque, with blue sky and white clouds, and the forest is full of life.

While admiring the flowing stream in Jiang Beiran, Kong Qianqian had already taken out the pots and pans from Qiankun Ring, and even built a stove.

Taking some water from the creek, Kong Qianqian shouted towards Jiang Beiran: "Sir, what kind of food do you want to order, I brought so many delicious foods."

"This Qianqian is really well cultivated..."

The more I found out why Bai Muyao even agreed to listen to her own words, Jiang Beiran, who was unwilling to throw Kong Qianqian out of the car, smiled at her and said: "You can eat by yourself, I am ready to eat."

"Sir, you are welcome, I..."

"Qianqian!" Mu Yao shouted at this moment~www.ltnovel.com~ who asked you to invite him. "

"Oh..." Kong Qianqian, who was trained, had to choose dishes first.

After enjoying the scenery, Jiang Beiran also chose a place to set up a fire, and also took out pots and pans from Qiankun Ring.

Kong Qianqian, who had been observing Jiang Beiran secretly, shouted: "Does Mr. Sister like to cook by himself?"

After listening, Jiang Beiran nodded at Kong Qianqian.

Mu Yao, who was sitting on a small bench, glanced at Jiang Beiran and couldn't help thinking.

‘Hmph, I can do it, wait a minute for the dishes made with Qianqian to greet you. ’

Putting the marinated pork on the chopping board, Jiang Beiran was thinking about what to prepare today, when he suddenly heard Min Niu say, "The grass is really tender, not bad."

Jiang Beiran couldn't help laughing after hearing it, and took out a bulging cloth bag from Qiankun Ring and walked over.

Seeing Jiang Beiran, who was still preparing to eat, suddenly walked towards him, Min Niu stepped back with a "moo".

But in Jiang Beiran's ears, this "moo" became "I will kill you again!"

He made a calm gesture to Min Niu, and Jiang Beiran opened the cloth bag to let out the smell inside.

"What's delicious this is!"

Min Niu shook his tail, looking at Jiang Beiran hesitantly.

Jiang Beiran slowly walked to it and squatted down to pour out the contents of the cloth bag.

"Eat it."

Min Niu leaned forward to smell it, and immediately ate it.

An Niu on the side was surprised and said, "My son, what do you feed him? This cow is usually very picky. He doesn't eat anything except tender grass. For the first time I saw him eat anything else.

Jiang Beiran smiled and replied: "It's just grains."