"No way, I sing randomly, I can't compare to you." Fang Jing said with a modest smile.
"If you are singing nonsense, then who am I? Even singing nonsense is not as good as me?"
Fang Jing couldn't take it anymore and could only laugh. There was nothing I could do. It's not my fault that I was excellent, but my talent was like a beacon in the dark night. It was so brilliant that I couldn't even keep a low profile.
"Fang Jing."
"Um?"
"Seriously, what do you think of my singing performance?" Gong Yu looked at him and asked nervously.
"You're tone-deaf, so of course you can't sing well."
"Why is it tone-deaf?" Gong Yu asked inquiringly.
Fang Jing chuckled: "Because your name is Gong Yu! Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu only has two of the five tones, can you get them all?"
"Pfft!" Gong Yu was stunned for a second and was immediately laughed at by him.
"Hey! Do you two think I'm transparent?" Jia Chun said, "Fang Jing, let me ask you, can you speak? Our Gong Yu sings so well, it's obvious to the whole class."
"Her voice is beautiful, and it has nothing to do with her singing skills. She gets a maximum of four points out of ten."
"Oh! What do you say?" Gong Yu became interested.
"That's right, if you don't say one, two, three or four today, I will break off our relationship with you." Jia Chun looked at him fiercely.
"The reason is very simple, because classmate Gong Yu has probably never sung the song Jasmine. He can't see the music score, and he doesn't know the key. Who can learn it just by teaching it a few times?
At most, I can just imitate a certain appearance and hum a few random words, and I can still fool you in front of you. But in front of professionals, it is like a car accident scene. It is too horrible to watch, and many of the sounds are wrong.
The reason I gave her four points is because she has a good voice, she was not prepared for her first singing, and her technique is somewhat advanced, so she is not a novice."
"Is it that bad? I think it's pretty good!"
Jia Chun saw that Fang Jing's words were very clear and logical, and he immediately believed it, but he definitely couldn't agree with it in front of the goddess.
Girls don’t want to lose face? You Fang Jing will leave in a week, but I’ll have to hang out until next year.
Gong Yu was originally full of expectations, but felt a little disappointed after hearing Fang Jing's words.
"This is my first time singing Jasmine. I imitate the tone and other things from the teacher. Don't say I don't have music. In fact, even if I have music, I probably won't be able to sing it well in a short time."
Gong Yu's face turned red, and Gong Yu was embarrassed and said intermittently: "And...and...I don't even understand musical notation very well now."
"No way?" Fang Jing was surprised, "I think you must have studied music. You have good breath conversion and the starting key is correct. How come you can't even read music?"
Glancing around, Gong Yu whispered: "My family didn't agree with me singing, so I quietly signed up for a music training class. Because I couldn't arrange the time, I couldn't attend a few classes a month, so I didn't know many things. "
"No wonder!" Fang nodded.
They almost walked to the school gate side by side. Seeing that Fang Jing didn't say a word, Gong Yu became a little anxious.
"Then...can you read music?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Gong Yu wanted to give him a slap in the face. Fang Jing knew how to play, how could he not know how to read music?
"Yes! It's very simple. Do you want to learn? I'll teach you."
In his previous life, Fang Jing loved listening to music when he was a student. He joined a guitar club in college. Later, when he became an online anchor, he even sought training from professional musicians.
I have been a host for three years, singing dozens of songs every day, more than a thousand days and nights, and I can't count the number of songs I have sung.
To put it bluntly, his level is not much worse than that of the students at the Conservatory of Music, or even a little better. What he lacks is just systematic music learning.
"Yeah!" Hearing that Fang Jing was willing to teach her, Gong Yu grinned and nodded wildly.
She didn't have the nerve to speak at first, but unexpectedly Fang Jing took the initiative.
"Brother, I also want to learn to sing, why don't you teach me too?" Jia Chun hugged Fang Jing's arm excitedly.
He couldn't say he was passionate about music, he was just a drunkard who didn't care about drinking. On the first day of school, his father said hello that he must have a good relationship with Gong Yu.
He didn't dare to think about pursuing Gong Yu, because she didn't like him at all, and she wasn't his favorite, but this didn't prevent them from becoming friends, even just ordinary friends.
"you……"
"Two hundred per class!"
Before Fang Jing could refuse, Jia Chun directly offered a high price for training courses outside, and those professional ones were not even as high as this price.
"You are very talented. I'm optimistic about you. Come on!" Fang Jing smiled from ear to ear and patted Jia Chun on the shoulder.
Don't make a bastard if you have money! This is two hundred, and it's a lesson. In Huangling Village, corn costs 30 cents per pound, which is 200 yuan. How many pounds of corn does it cost?
He has to stay for six more days, which is one thousand and two dollars, which is equivalent to half a year's income in the countryside.
"I won't go home at noon tomorrow. I'll wait for you in the classroom. Remember to bring a guitar."
Hearing Qin Yuanshan's horn honked several times, Fang Jing didn't dare to waste time and ran straight back, "I'm sorry, Uncle Qin, for keeping you waiting..."
"Sit in the back!"
The hand on the passenger door handle froze, Fang Jing forced a smile, turned around and walked towards the rear door.
"Bang!"
After gently closing the car door and looking through the rearview mirror, Fang Jing saw Qin Yuanshan looking bad and gloomy, as if someone owed him millions.
Afraid of hitting the muzzle of the gun, Fang Jing said nothing. For a moment, the car was quiet, and the only sound was the sound of the air conditioner.
After a while, Qin Yuanshan said, "Fang Jing, why did you come out at this time? Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?"
"Sorry, it took me a while after class. I'll come out earlier next time."
Although he said he was humble, Fang Jing was disdainful in his heart. In fact, he didn't waste much time at all, just a few minutes.
I just don’t know why Qin Yuanshan is so crazy today, as if he doesn’t like him and wants to find trouble.
Fang Jing's guess was good. Qin Yuanshan was indeed in a bad mood today and was feeling angry.
The reason was yesterday's dinner at the restaurant. The director was dissatisfied with his selfish arrangement and had originally agreed to have the meal at Qin Yuanshan Restaurant.
The directing team also agreed. It was not a big problem with a few shots, but Qin Yuanshan took it upon himself to ask the waiter to announce the names of the dishes. Even a fool could see that it was an act.
After returning home, the assistant director sent the day's shooting materials to the production department. Unexpectedly, he was scolded by the leader and said that he was a pig. Who couldn't tell when the waiter was pretending to be so obvious? A good section of the material was completely destroyed. Now we can only use post-production technology to edit it.
The waiter p dropped.
The assistant director, who had been scolded for more than half an hour, was furious. Today, when he came to Qin Yuanshan to point fingers, he was scolded, and spittle flew everywhere.
Who can bear it when someone is dozens of years old and still being pointed at and scolded like a grandson?
In anger, Qin Yuanshan shouted back, and the two almost started fighting. Fortunately, the staff nearby held him back.
It wasn't even time to get off work yet, so Qin Yuanshan closed the door early to pick up Fang Jing. Who would have thought that he had to wait for more than ten minutes before get out of class ended, and the longer he waited, the more angry he got, until he got into the car.
"Next time! What the hell do you want a next time? Next time, take the bus and come back. I can't take care of you!"
Fang Jing's fists turned white as he held back his anger and said: "Qin Yuanshan, we are just a cooperative relationship. I don't owe you anything, and you don't owe me anything. If you don't want to beg for help, don't blame me for being rude if you dare to speak rudely again."