My Girlfriend has a System

"This kid... actually wants to sing?"

Everyone was there, whether it was the careless horse boss, or Huang Mao guitarist, Huang Yuan, they all looked at Su Shi, and they didn’t know what to say for a while.

The gap in singing ability, ordinary people may not be able to say there, but can understand who is better.

Huang Mao said that it is not a mess to let Su Shi leave himself. In fact, when the bar is fighting, when the two are too big, many resident singers are not willing to step on the stage, so as not to lose face.

But Su Shi...

For a time, Huang Mao even wanted to point to Su Shi to ask - do you know how big the gap between you and Yuan Ge?

"The guitar lends me." Su Shi said again.

"Good! If you want to sing, then I will be yours!" Huang Mao said with a grin and stuffed his guitar.

"Kid, don't sing well when you don't, don't blame the instrument!"

Su Shi took it over and took a closer look.

The brand is engraved with English Stan, and it should be produced by this manufacturer.

This brand did not exist in the past, it seems to be the product of this world, he does not know whether the brand is big or not, but the touch of the wood...

"AAAA grade SitkaSpruce pure wood." Su Shi secretly said.

This is a professional-grade guitar. The wood, fingerboard and strings are quite good. It is a professional-grade boutique, second only to the top master guitar.

With such a guitar, at least 30,000 pieces are needed on the market!

If it is produced by old American and American brands, the price is higher...

"Can you hurry up? Sing a song is so troublesome!" Huang Mao said that he had just given his guitar to Su Shi, and now he regrets a bit.

What if this kid broke his guitar?

However, Su Shi did not pay attention to him, but instead a little bit of string, familiar with the sound of this guitar.

At the same time, my heart is still thinking: "A song should have nothing to do with it, it won't be weird, but it's better to get a song that fits your situation, younger, lively..."

The people in the band have been waiting impatiently.

Drummer: "Kid, can you hurry and do it?"

Bassist: "Abandoning so many things, isn't it still the same? Give you five minutes, sing a song and go back!"

Su Shi still moves slowly and slowly, and fine-tunes the string tightness from time to time.

His guitar skills are average, and there is no such ability to play with a guitar.

Soon, he debugged and glanced at a few of the band, and he decided to sing something.

Then I went to where Huangyuan was - there was a microphone.

boom!

The microphone was taken away by the yellow hair.

Looking at Su Shi’s pretense, he was even more annoyed.

The microphone is connected to the computer behind it. If Su Shi uses a microphone, he or she has to delete his songs.

"In any case, you will sing a song and go back. Don't waste the recording of Huang Ge just now!" Huang Mao snorted.

Su Shi glanced at him faintly, without speaking, but his fingers were asking for strings.

A cheerful rhythm was uploaded from the guitar.

At the same time, Su Shi’s crisp voice sounded.

"Who took my microphone."

"It doesn't matter, I have my throat."

Huang Mao suddenly got a glimpse.

"Who is flat, I have no audience."

"Myself, the first one was moved."

"I am not coming to work, I am selling my dreams, Mandarin does not teach me ordinary."

"Just give me five minutes, maybe a success will make you different in your life."

The bassist and the drummer are also there all over the place, not knowing what to say.

This singer seems to be satirizing the words of the three people!

The lyrics are simple, although the melody is very good, but the professional people can fully see that Su Shi’s guitar level is really average, and there are several music treatments that are not too good.

But this simple text and melody is full of sincere emotions!

"Yo, I am afraid not afraid, no matter what I have, no idea."

"The microphone wants to take it, the price is not afraid, your mother, tell my dad here."

"Singing the legendary song, I am not afraid, I am not afraid."

"That's all, thank you, want to offer flowers, line up next to you, ask for a number."

"If there is no one, leave me with my microphone."

"I am not afraid of it, I am not afraid, you are not afraid, I am not afraid."

I don't know when the microphone that was originally in the hands of Huang Mao went to Su Shi's hand.

Huang Yuan’s face has a dignity that has never been seen before.

Listening to the rhythmic music, he took a deep breath and whispered.

"Amazing......"

Central.

Su Shi also sang, and the studio was silent.

Without the sound of Su Shi's music, now a needle in the studio is falling and can be heard!

After a long time, Su Shi first opened.

"This fight song."

"We lost." Huang Yuan chuckled and said: "This song..."

"My Microphone."

"Well, did you write it?"

Su Shi nodded.

Huang Yuan smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Little brother is amazing!"

"I am willing to gamble and lose, then the studio is yours, we will wait for you to run out, sorry, it should have been yours."

Said, pulling a small yellow hair and a few people to go.

The yellow-haired guitarist was a little bit lost. He was stunned by Huang Yuan. He still had no reaction. After three seconds, he was relieved.

Then I smiled and walked out of the studio.

He was still robbing Su Shi's microphone ~www.readwn.com~ and then Su Shi sang this.

The face hurts...

The bass players are also facing each other. Although they are so hurt without the yellow hair, the whole person is crying.

But his face is as painful!

"This person.....who?" The drummer whispered to himself, but the people next to him heard it.

"I don't know, when is the domestic singer coming out? There is that song... If we have been writing for a while, how can we not know?" The bassist smiled bitterly.

In this world of excellent copyright protection, the spread of good songs is very fast.

Su Shi’s song is completely from the perspective of the singer and sings the song of his inner soul!

As a singer, I have never experienced an audience without a audience. I can’t be called a singer by being robbed by my opponent!

They are more able to feel the same, even if it is the most arrogant yellow hair before, it is now complex.

"His guitar is generally played, if I play it, it will be better..." Huang Mao whispered.

"That is the song of RAP. Isn't the drum sound still awkward?" The drummer is also awkward.

But unlike the previous one, he is not such a good song, there is no drummer to join in!

"No, no, this song can be less, that is, I can't miss my bass!"

"The keyboard is very important, you are also professional, don't tell me, you don't know..."

The keyboard sound and the bassist are not willing to lag behind.

The final opening is Huang Yuan.

His eyes are bright, as if he saw the old lady of the big meal.

"Hey, you said, if I want to buy his song, will he sell it?"