The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 149 Wang Luoqi: How Do You Like Someone?

"Hey, sister Wanqi, do you dislike the lyrics I wrote that burn your mouth? Can you straighten your tongue, there is no need for tremolo in the second stanza, why are you trembling so much?"

"Hey, sister Wanqi, I know you have good skills, but don't show off your skills to me. There is no need to transcribe here, you just need to put your emotions into it."

"Hey, I want you to be emotionally involved, not to make you look grim..."

In the recording room, Zhao Wanqi was practicing "The First Dream" over and over again, while Wen Yan was standing aside wearing earphones, helping her correct mistakes like a teacher, with a very serious expression.

Wen Yan has always been serious about matters related to music. He doesn't want his works to be ruined by others, even if it's Zhao Wanqi.

However, Zhao Wanqi is not as unbearable as he said, on the contrary, her singing skills are very good, and she is worthy of the praise of her fans on the Internet.

Not long after she got the sheet music, she was able to sing well. If she was an ordinary singer, she would definitely not be able to reach her level.

From this small detail, it can be seen that Zhao Wanqi's basic skills are very solid, and her singing skills are also very malleable. I am a little relieved about this gentleness. It seems that he has found a suitable singer for this song.

After Zhao Wanqi sang it again, she blinked Brin Brin's big eyes and looked expectantly at Wen Yan, wanting to hear his approval as a songwriter.

But she was clearly going to be disappointed.

Automatically ignoring the watery Danfeng eyes of the big sister, took off the earphones in a gentle and quick manner, and began to criticize habitually:

"Sister Wanqi, I know you have a lot of lung capacity, so you don't need to deliberately control your breath. In the chorus part, you have to try to raise it by one K. The way you looked just now is obviously a bit short of breath..."

Although Zhao Wanqi sang well, Wen Yan would not show it easily. After all, there were not many opportunities to teach Zhao Wanqi openly.

He enjoyed the process.

Besides, the faults he singled out were not aimless and random. Zhao Wanqi did have some flaws in the points he mentioned, but they were not as serious as he said.

"Is my singing really that bad?" Zhao Wanqi frowned, obviously a little disbelieving: "Are you using chicken feathers as arrows, deliberately trying to torment me?"

She still has confidence in her singing skills, how could it be as full of loopholes as Wen Yan said?

"Sister Wanqi, please correct your attitude." Wen Yan said with a serious face: "For professional singers, music should be a very sacred thing."

"I admit that your singing is pretty good now. Your singing skills should be at the level of Bai Jie's new songs, even slightly better than hers. But are you willing to rely on tuning to perfunctory fans like her?"

"Don't you want to be a woman like her?" Wen Yan began to flirt

"Of course I don't want to!" Zhao Wanqi jumped up on the spot like a frightened kitten, her buttocks tightened slightly, and she subconsciously stood against the speaker, as if seeking a sense of security.

"What are you so excited about?" Wen Yan was a little confused.

Zhao Wanqi's reaction was too big, she pushed Bai Jie out of the first-line coffee position, hasn't she walked out of the shadow of the past?

"No, it's nothing, I just think what you said is right, a professional singer with integrity should not fool his fans."

Zhao Wanqi also realized her overreaction, she quickly explained:

"Every paid downloading fan is my brother and sister, and I will try my best to satisfy them."

Actually, she just thought of the video that Zhou Hongwei showed her, and she didn't want to be left behind...

Although it looks a bit fake, it is exactly what I want, Wen Yan said with a smile:

"That's right. We musicians should strive for excellence in music. I have higher requirements for you now, and I also want you to come up with a perfect work."

"Yeah, I have to come up with a perfect work." Zhao Wanqi clenched her fists and cheered herself up:
"After I rest for half an hour, let's continue to practice. Sister, I will fight until dawn tonight."

"Why are you resting, while the feeling just now is still there, hurry up and continue practicing." Wen Yan pointed to the recording equipment.

"Then take a break for 5 minutes, my throat will start to smoke." Zhao Wanqi bargained.

"The new album will be released soon, and there is not much time left for you to practice slowly." Wen Yan said ruthlessly:
"Sister Wanqi, you don't want to disappoint your fans either."

……

Successfully filled Zhao Wanqi with chicken blood, Wen Yan leisurely walked out of the recording room, leaving the eldest sister to struggle inside alone.

Wen Yan didn't mean to be lazy, but Zhao Wanqi had already passed the initial break-in period, and he pointed out the flaws exposed in the singing process one by one, and Zhao Wanqi had to practice the rest by herself.

Glancing at the time on the watch, Wen Yan silently calculated something in his heart.

And at this moment, Xiao Qin, who had been guarding outside the recording room, greeted her with a puzzled expression:

"Brother Wen, why did you come out of it so quickly?"

"When it's over, I'll come out naturally." Wen Yan said perfunctorily absent-mindedly.

"Wow, sister Wanqi is too powerful." Xiao Qin screamed while covering her red lips.

"Well, it's quite powerful..." Wen Yan was about to agree, but he suddenly realized it.

The combination of these few words always feels a little ambiguous, and the little assistant's eyes are also a little weird.

"It's really hard for Brother Wen to spend so much effort for Sister Wanqi." Xiao Qin continued to compliment.

Is it necessary for you to talk about the sacred thing of recording songs in such an ambiguous manner?Looking at the little assistant in front of him, Wen Yan felt a little helpless.

It was inevitable that the little assistant would say something surprising, so he decisively changed the subject: "Xiao Qin, I'm a little thirsty, go get me a bottle of drink."

"Okay, okay." Xiao Qin ran to the refrigerator in the corner: "Brother Wen, what do you want to drink?"

"Oh, get me a bottle of happy water."

"What is happy water?" Xiao Qin asked a question mark on his forehead, holding on to the refrigerator door and froze in place.

This is not the kind of drink that is blended with small blue pills. As a senior Two-dimensional girl, the little assistant began to associate it with the Eighteen Bans.

"Student, please don't do this!" Xiao Qin was a little shy: "This is a serious studio, and there are no such strange things."

When did Coke become a contraband?Wen Yan was defeated by the little assistant's brain circuit.

However, he immediately realized that in Lan Xing, except for those around him, no one seemed to know the meaning of "Happy Water".

"It's Coke!" Wen Yan explained.

"Oh, you should have said it earlier." Xiao Qin suddenly realized, took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, and ran back in a bouncing manner.

Looking at Xiao Qin's figure, Wen Yan also felt a little emotional. Times are developing and technology is improving, but people's thinking is becoming more and more complicated. A girl who can't even lose her focus when she jumps is familiar with strange knowledge points .

Sure enough, everything has two sides.

Feeling that the world is getting worse and people's hearts are not old, Wen Yan took the Coke handed over by Xiao Qin, unscrewed the bottle cap and gulped down half of the bottle in one go.

Well-informed friends know that the same bottle of Coke actually has three flavors:

The first sip, it is a happy water from the soles of the feet to the top of the sky

The second sip, it's an unremarkable fizzy drink.

In the third sip, it is sweet water that makes the mouth feel greasy.

Therefore, in line with the mentality of a money fan who manages the family properly, Wen Yan is going to kill two yuan and five in one go.

And at this moment, Zhao Wanqi, whose voice was about to smoke, quietly opened the door of the recording room, wanting to come out to find some water to drink.

In order to avoid being discovered by Wen Yan, and holding a chicken feather as an arrow, she walked very lightly like a little wild cat stealing food.

But as soon as she opened the door, she happened to see Wen Yan who was pouring happy water, and now the little wild cat's fur exploded.

"Wen Xiaoyan, shut up!"

Zhao Wanqi ran a few steps quickly, snatched the Coke from Wen Yan's hand, frowned and reprimanded: "Who told you to drink Coke."

"How many times has my sister told you not to drink carbonated drinks, otherwise you will not grow taller."

"Hi..." Wen Yan spit out the gas in the happy water, with a surprised expression on his face.

Looking at the girl who was half a head shorter than himself, he couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded. He gestured to the height of the two with his hand, and said with a smile:
"Sister Wanqi, I've grown up now, and I'm 182cm tall. Where else can I grow? Can I become a giraffe?"

That's right, this guy has grown up, and he is no longer the little milk baby who needs her care. Zhao Wanqi's beautiful eyes flashed a dazed look. It was just her subconscious action just now.

Wen Yan loved to drink Coke when she was a child, and every time she saw it, she would give him a wave of "hugging my brother to kill", not wanting him to develop bad habits.

"Hmph, no drinking anyway."

Zhao Wanqi picked up the tangerine peel water on the side and stuffed it into Wen Yan's arms: "You will also be a professional singer in the future, remember to protect your voice."

Then if I am over thirty, will you give me "soak goji berries in a thermos"?Looking at the tangerine peel water in the cup, Wen Yan frowned:
"Sister Wanqi, can this thing taste good?"

"Of course it's delicious. I've been drinking it for several years." Zhao Wanqi lifted her chin and said with some pride: "That's why my sister can take care of my voice so well. I haven't seen the fans calling me "walking cd." ?"

"Hmph, I don't know how that capitalist takes care of his children, so he doesn't know how to let you develop good living habits? If you grew up with me, you would definitely not have the bad hair you have now..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Wanqi's voice gradually became low until it was inaudible. The matter of Wen Yan being adopted by Wang Luoqi was a topic she didn't want to bring up.

In fact, she also wanted to adopt Wen Yan. If she had Wang Luoxi's financial strength, she should have raised this big boy in front of her.

Unfortunately, there has never been an if in the world.

When Wen Yan was adopted, she was at her most embarrassing age.

"Sister Luo Qi is very kind to me." Wen Yan said with a smile.

He glanced at his watch quietly again.

……

Yunqi Building, parking lot.

A sleek suv has been parked here for a while, but the door has not been opened for a long time. The middle-aged security guard of the building wanted to come over to check it out, but when he saw the license plate ending in 666, he stopped. Think boldly.

I can't afford it, I can't afford it, the rich people nowadays have more tricks, if something bad happens, he, an ordinary worker, can't stand it.

Of course Wang Luoqi didn't know what the middle-aged security guard was thinking. She was sitting in the driver's seat, staring at the lights on the eighteenth floor of Yunqi Building in a daze.

Although she has never been to Zhao Wanqi's studio, when that [-]th-line artist first started to establish her own business, she often showed off in "Family in Love with Each Other":

"Xiaoyan, my sister has opened a studio, and I can make a lot of money in the future. If capitalists treat you badly, come and join my sister."

"Xiaoyan, this is the address of my sister's studio, remember to come and play when you are free."

Of course Wang Luoqi knew that Zhao Wanqi was trying to stab her with words, so she always chose to ignore it, it was just a small studio, could the earning ability compare with her?

But for some reason, she memorized this address by accident, maybe this is because her memory is so good.

After staring at the lights on the 18th floor for a while, Wang Luoxi suddenly wanted to chat with someone, so she took out her mobile phone and called Wu Ruotong.

Her social circle is very small, and only this eldest niece can be regarded as her close friend who can talk about everything. As for Zhao Wanqi, that [-]th-line artist, she can only be regarded as an old enemy who bickers.

"Hey, Cousin, why did you suddenly remember to call me? I'm really flattered." A girl's teasing voice came from the opposite side: "Isn't your little brat making you angry again?"

"What brat? There are no rules." Wang Luoqi frowned: "You have to call me uncle."

"Okay, okay, call me uncle." Wu Ruotong said kindly, "Is it my cousin who made you angry again?"

"No." Wang Luoxi refused to admit it, she puffed her cheeks and said, "He's not cowardly, how could he have the guts to make me angry?"

"What the hell is that?" Wu Ruotong was a little suspicious.

Wang Luoxi thought for a while and said, "I have a friend who has encountered some emotional troubles recently, and I want to ask you for help."

"Wow, Cousin, have you finally thought about it?" Wu Ruotong asked in surprise.

"Who is that man, tell me quickly, there is actually a man in this world who can make your ten-thousand-year iron tree bloom?"

"It's not me, it's a friend of mine." Wang Luoxi corrected.

"Oh, I understand, I understand." A meaningful laughter came from the receiver: "Then what do you want to ask?"

"What makes you like someone?" Wang Luoqi asked hesitantly.

"Ah, Cousin, you don't even know what it's like to like someone?" Wu Ruotong's brain froze immediately.

"I ask you to answer, don't talk nonsense." Wang Luoxi gritted his teeth and said.

"Cousin, you are in a hurry, you are in a hurry..."

"You don't want to die!"

Wu Ruotong originally wanted to continue teasing, but thinking of Wang Luoqi's temper, she hurried back to the topic:

"It's actually very simple to know if you like someone."

"Then how will she judge?"

(End of this chapter)