The duo of "Making Trouble" looked at each other, exchanged glances, and were preparing for a new round of lobbying when they heard Yang Yuran's silvery chuckle.
"Ha~ Let's take a look first. There is a saying that goes well. We don't comment on the unknown whole picture. Don't worry, my cerebellum is developing normally and I won't do stupid things all the time. There are two advantages in this child that are worth exploring."
Two simple words calmed the restlessness of the two older boys. They could only pull out their chairs and sit down to read the introduction carefully.
The other party's name is Kong Tengyu, 19 years old. Looking at the photo alone, from a man's point of view, he would think it was too girly, but because Yang Yuran kept talking to death, the two of them had no choice but to be patient and continue to look for the good points.
After reading it back and forth several times, I didn't find anything that stood out. Maybe it was because the first impression was too bad, and the more they looked at it, the less they could accept Kong Tengyu.
"Beautiful sister, if you want to recruit people for the group, I can recommend you."
Fan Sirui expressed his disapproval in a roundabout way. Because he was afraid that Yang Yuran would think that he was nitpicking, he kept his eyes fixed on the computer screen while speaking, trying to show that he had taken a serious look at it.
He Qian couldn't help but say 'hmm', and thought for a few seconds before picking out the candidate directly: "The He Ke Shui in my group was very good before. He worked very hard and is a hard-working player who cooperates with the team. If you think he
Although the ranking is not high enough, I would also recommend Meng Ta from Brother Fan’s previous group, he has a particularly good voice.”
Fan Sirui gave He Qian an appreciative glance and continued: "Well, Monta is fine, and the guitarist Wang Zheng is also pretty good."
"It seems that you haven't found Kong Tengyu's merits at all."
He Qian realized that Yang Yuran might be setting a trap for him, but he believed that his determination was stronger than Fan Sirui's, so he fearlessly asked: "What's the second advantage?"
Yang Yuran’s calm summary.
After more than two minutes of Peking Opera singing, Yang Yuran opened his eyes again and saw Fan Sirui holding his head with his hands, his eyes slightly sad, and he seemed to have listened attentively.
She faced He Qian and said leisurely: "Kong Tengyu's first advantage is the icing on the cake for our team, and the second advantage is even more helpful."
"National style has become very popular in recent years. This kind of plug-in performance is not unprecedented in China. Judging from past successful cases, as long as the two styles of songs can be perfectly integrated, it will definitely become an instant hit. When our group was established, we needed a song
I can stand up and hit the ground running with hit songs.”
Fan Sirui shuddered as if he was coming back to his senses. When he looked at Yang Yuran again, he felt both fear and respect. Sure enough, the beautiful roses were hidden with sharp thorns that should not be underestimated.
Yang Yuran moved the display back to the front and analyzed it one by one: "He Ke Shui is a type who only has a little bit of singing and dancing, and is not proficient. He knows his own strength very well, so he is a good person in the team. Meng Ta's voice is very good
Ruo Kuang, if he joins the group, you have to change your style to cater to him. As for Wang Zheng, the company is least in need of a good guitarist. Xiao He is also good at guitar, and Xiao He will be superfluous when he comes."
The two older boys silently acquiesced. Yang Yuran hurriedly struck while the iron was hot and clicked on the attachment in Kong Tengyu's introduction with the mouse.
He Qian was excited and wanted to refute, but Fan Sirui was relatively calm and asked first, "Why?"
He Qian was more upright and muttered in a low voice: "How can we find something that doesn't exist? Sister Yang, please consider the existing talents."
Yang Yuran didn't care at all about Fan Sirui's renewed caution. The brat was just about to get in front of him.
As the familiar melody sounded, Yang Yuran met Fan Sirui's eyes that deepened in confusion, and guided softly: "You are good at writing ancient music. Please imagine adding the effect of opera to the climax of your music."
Yang Yuran clapped his hands together, giving him crisp applause and generous praise: "You can hear this, which proves that you also have a deep study of drama. It's very impressive."
He always ran into a bottleneck when creating songs, and he had to consider Monta, who also had a unique and excellent voice.
Fan Sirui came back to his senses, cleared his throat and replied: "He should be singing a raw role. Usually, raw roles require older people to perform. He performed quite well at such a young age. Especially the two sad lines in the song were sung very well.
It’s very heartbreaking, and it shows that he has accumulated skills since childhood.”
Yang Yuran's confusing introduction floated in his ears, which made Fan Sirui even more excited.
He Qian watched Fan Sirui gradually lose his way, and after kicking twice in vain, he called out anxiously: "Brother Fan!"
Yang Yuran held the mouse and selected another folder to enter, then clicked to play the audio with the fancy name.
Yang Yuran's silver bell-like voice seemed to have magic power, pulling his thoughts into motion. The moment he successfully introduced it, a sense of surprise surged out.
Yang Yuran raised her index finger in front of her lips, closed her eyes and pointed at her ears, indicating not to speak and to appreciate it with all her heart.
He planned to find out the crux and then attack it, otherwise it would be unclear by messing around.
The accurate comments completely dispelled the two older boys' attempts to argue, especially Fan Sirui, who deeply remembered the pain he experienced when he was in the old team. The team members had good character and excellent skills, but they always struggled to work together.
Fan Sirui had left the beautiful lady cold for several days and was suddenly praised to the heavens. He almost fell into the opponent's sugar-coated bullets, but thanks to He Qian's timely kick from under the table.
To straighten Luan Piao's mind, he reluctantly reminded Yang Yuran: "Beautiful sister, you seem to have forgotten an important thing. We want to form a boy group that keeps up with the times, not a new opera troupe."
She ignored He Qian who was looking around in boredom and asked Fan Sirui directly: "How do you feel?"
Yang Yuran once again put down extremely certain words.
"Yeah, I know."
Fan Sirui's musical attainments are higher than He Qian's, and she has no intention of guiding the two of them on the same path.
A soft and clear voice sang a piece of Peking Opera, which was somewhat out of touch with the world of young people. He Qian and Fan Sirui looked puzzled one after another.
"Although the advantages of the three people you suggested are obvious, they are difficult to reflect in our team. On the contrary, Kong Tengyu can make up for the shortcomings of our team."
"Xiao Kong has moved to our company. Common sense infers that Shen Gu should not have interfered more. She can personally prove that Xiao Kong has a nepotistic relationship with her. If we think about it from another perspective, it is impossible based on Xiao Kong's performance in Anas.
Winning an exchange spot proved once again that unless he,"
Yang Yuran deliberately paused at a key place and watched quietly as He Qian's expression changed to one of constipation.
Fan Sirui laughed twice, and there was a hint of resignation in his laughter. Then he put his arms around He Qian's shoulders and patted him, speaking in the tone of a big brother.
"Okay, the beautiful sister has her own arrangements. Let's just follow her and drink spicy food. Don't worry about it."
He Qian drooped his head and groaned aggrievedly: "I understand."
