Mo Xijun, who has been suppressed for a long time, has practiced his singing skills to the peak of the lv.2 music classroom. 45. Lu Jian has to admit that there is also some kind of metaphysical bonus in the music classroom. It is said that human throats are stereotyped after puberty. If they are not trained properly before that, the range of voice will be very narrow and their nerve manipulation will be very weak, just like the muscles of athletes. However, the music classroom breaks through this physiological limitation and gives Mo Xijun the opportunity to start over.

45 is enough, but it is actually more than 45.

"This throat candy is very rare, just one piece." Lu Jian handed Mo Xijun a piece of hard candy that looked very ordinary.

Of course, this is not an ordinary throat candy, it is a [clear throat candy (normal)] that forcibly removes dirty things in the throat within the next 3 hours. Under its influence, Mo Xijun doesn't even need to cough in his throat.

"Thank you, Brother Jian!" Mo Xijun didn't want to peel off the candy paper and stuff it into her mouth. Today she was wearing a loose white dress to make her breath more smooth.

"If you are outside, don't eat what others give me, you won't be able to drink a single sip of water." Lu Jian also looked at Qiao Qiao, "You are even more so."

"I'm not a child, should I beware of others' abducting?"

"I'm serious. Someone has been poisoned by the throat." Lu Jian pointed to his throat. "Although the probability is very low, I can't take this risk."

"Brother Jian, you can always refresh the bottom line of human beings..."

"Is this useful?" Lu Jian patted Mr. West Lake again.

This guy was wearing a large monitor headphone with a clock logo, thinking about it, but after being photographed by Lu Jian, he pulled it out, took off the headphones and said in surprise: "It's so comfortable, I'm focused on it, I feel that time has slowed down and my work has become thinner."

"It's time to start." Lu Jian finally stared at Mo Xijun and said, "If I don't teach you how to sing, just put yourself in a scene. In spring, when the flowers are just in bud, you stand in the most beautiful place and sing a song to the person you love the most."

"Yeah." Mo Xijun nodded vigorously, "I have already thought about it. It is a carnation. It is not that fragrant when it is in bud. It is still about to blow the spring breeze."

"I understand..." Lu Jian thought, "I can actually interpret it like this..."

"That's the momentum." Mr. West Lake also put on his headphones. "It's okay to sing a few times, but the best ones are actually the first time."

"Thank you for your hard work in the recording teacher." After Mo Xijun thanked, she stepped into the shed, closed the door, stood in front of the microphone, and put on the rebate headphones. She had tried it before, and this headphone returned to the soundtrack and her own voice to avoid being out of tune.

Lu Jian finally looked at Qiao Qiao.

"I don't say anything... I just look... I'm just learning the background of tuning with my buddy." Qiao Qiao sat honestly beside West Lake.

As for West Lake, he had already entered a state of concentration and made a countdown gesture to Mo Xijun, but his countdown was very strange, and it felt like a second had gone through two seconds.

Lu Jian was not seated, wearing headphones, holding his arms and standing steadily in front of the soundproof glass. He wanted to observe every subtle expression of Mo Xijun.

Mo Xijun didn't watch the countdown on West Lake at all, but just closed her eyes and imagined the scene.

The prelude began, and the sound of birds singing and streams came from the headphones, and the soft guitar sound also followed. Mo Xijun naturally devoted himself to the scene. The grassland, river, trees, and flowers were not dense seas, but sparse and scattered among the green grass.

This should be a long time ago. The person standing in the sea of ​​flowers is not Mo Xijun herself. She is just a witness, experiencing spring, experiencing beauty, and experiencing her.

In her year of cardamom, she had not been wary of this world. She opened her petals like a flower and embraced everything. At least at this moment, she was as sweet as honey.

The singing that has been tempered for a long time has arrived as promised like the fragrance of flowers—

"Sweet~"

"You smile sweetly~"

"It seems like flowers are blooming in the spring breeze~"

"Bloom in the spring breeze~"

That's right, this is the voice that Mo Xijun should have. The voice of God, like a cotton candy in the ice, like a drop of honey in the stamen. This is where her magic lies. It can instantly capture people's hearts and replace everything with the scenes she creates.

Qiao Qiao was stunned, covering her headphones and glaring at Mo Xijun. He had already lost in terms of the degree of simply arresting people.

Mr. West Lake completely lost his professionalism, his body even trembled, and his arms were visible to the naked eye. He did not operate at all about the sound quality, and the entire mixer seemed to have become a decoration.

"I've seen you there~"

"Your smile is so familiar~"

"I can't remember it for a moment~"

Mo Xijun danced slightly to the rhythm of the music, her hands relaxed and intertwined in front of her lower abdomen, closed her eyes and smiled. All this came naturally, without any effort or skill, like a whisper in her ear, like a casual chant of poetry.

"Ah~ in the dream~"

"In my dream~ In my dream~ I've seen you~~"

Qiao Qiao finally suppressed her excitement when she arrived here, and closed her eyes and immersed herself in the sea of ​​flowers.

Mr. Xihu's hand trembled and froze on a sliding key on the mixer, and he was afraid that any adjustment or modification would be a slight addition.

In Lu Jian's philosophy, for any work, "feeling" is a well-deserved soul. Whether it is the effect instrument in a song, the special effects of movies, whether it is a novel story or a crosstalk meme, everything is serving the feeling, from joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, and sorrow, to pleasure and abuse, healing and vicissitudes, wisdom or satire, the more realistic and direct the feelings it brings to the audience, the more successful the work will be.

As for the techniques covered, there is no right or wrong.

Mo Xijun's first single must and can only be "Sweet Honey". This is something that is certain when you see her at first sight. The lyrics and arrangements of this song are not very clever. The song becomes famous more dependent on interpreters. Can she transcend the shackles of skills and create sweet honey that reaches people's hearts?

Qiao Qiao is like a fully armed soldier, using songs as guns and lyrics as bullets, pulling the trigger with singing, piercing people's hearts.

Mo Xijun is completely different. She is like a breeze, a fragrance of flowers, and a hug, moistening things silently, and unconsciously bringing people's minds into another world from the outside to the inside.

Until Mo Xijun sang the complete song, Mr. West Lake still did not perform any operations, and this mixer became a decoration.

It was the stop button that Lu Jian helped him press.

"perfect." He made an "ok" gesture to Mo Xijun.

"Have you ever been there?" Mo Xijun said in surprise.
Chapter completed!