Has the scumbag actor confessed?

Shen Xifeng laughed loudly, squeezed past him, and took Zhong Yi by the shoulders to take him out of the house, while turning his head and said to Zhang Keyi: "He is a top student in B University, he would never go this way!"

"Oh--"

The girls sighed with regret, and took out their mobile phones one after another.

Sure enough, the good-looking and talented little brother is a treasure in the world, so take a look at him while you can.

Zhang Keyi yelled angrily behind him: "Don't forget the live broadcast you promised!"

Shen Xifeng brought Zhong Yi to the karaoke practice hall, stretched out his hands to stroke his hair, and smiled restrainedly: "We will be the best in whatever we do."

As he said that, Shen Xifeng raised his chin towards the piano in the corner, signaling Zhong Yi: "Go and play the piano for a while, and I'll come over after I've settled with Brother Yi."

"Are you sure there's no problem?" Zhong Yi was still a little worried, would it be over after singing a song?

Shen Xifeng backed away with his back to the door, stared at Zhong Yi and smiled straight: "Just think about what we should sing, I will listen to you."

Sing what?

This is indeed a problem.

Favorite playlists are almost all implanted in his brain by his mother.

As a Chinese-English mixed-race Hong Kong citizen born in the 70s, Mama Chung just experienced the golden age of Cantonese in the 90s...

So since childhood, the Zhong family's stereo has been filled with the memories of that generation.

When he was a child, he liked to learn the piano and was more exposed to classical music. The "pop music" he listened to in his free time was played by Zhong's mother.

——So much so that when other people’s children are humming songs from EXO and TFBOYS, Zhong Yi is still stuck in the era of the “Four Heavenly Kings”.

When he realized how far behind his peers in music aesthetics, he couldn't change it.

Therefore, he seldom sings in front of people.

Not because of aloofness, but because of shame.

As a young man, he would be proud of his achievements, and also blush because of his being out of the group.

Let me ask, what kind of miracle can he choose a song for such an old-fashioned teenager whose mind is full of "Ten Great Songs"?

And Zhong Yi knows very little about current popular songs, if Shen Xifeng picks a song he has never heard before, with less than four days left, can he learn it well and perform well on stage?

Zhong Yi felt that the whole thing was a bit out of line.

He sighed, sat down on the piano bench helplessly, touched the keys with both hands naturally, and searched in his mind which songs could be on the stage.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had played the entire "Autumn Whispers".

Pa——pa——Shen Xifeng clapped his hands, squeezed onto the piano bench, and stared at Zhong Yi with burning eyes.

"Master, have you figured out what we're going to sing?" Shen Xifeng asked.

The master glanced at him reservedly, and played a brisk major chord with one hand, "It's really up to us? That manager of yours promises not to get mad?"

"I can't guarantee it." Shen Xifeng's tone was as usual.

His eyes fell on Zhong Yi's hands, which were good-looking, he had always known, slender and delicate, holding a book or holding a pen, often made him stare blankly.

It's just that he didn't expect such hands to be so... alluring when playing the piano.

Shen Xifeng's Adam's apple rolled, and he forced his gaze away.

He smiled at Zhong Yi: "But we can try our best to fight for it. Brother Yi said that your Cantonese has an absolute advantage, let us think in this direction. Although my Cantonese is bad, I am from a country after all. Hurry up in English. I have learned that song "Vincent" for a month, and now I don't have so much time."

"Cantonese?" Zhong Yi began to think, and her fingers danced on the keys unconsciously.

Shen Xifeng stared at that hand, at its curled fingers, at the muscles and bones on the back of its hand that appeared and disappeared, until he couldn't bear it any longer, stretched out his hand, and grabbed those fingers that seemed to be waltzing .

Shen Xifeng pinched it hard, and said in a low voice: "Stop playing, it's messing me up."

Unexpectedly, Zhong Yi didn't withdraw her hand immediately.

He stared at Shen Xifeng with bright eyes, and said to Shen Xifeng a little excitedly: "I thought of something to sing!"

Shen Xifeng raised his head abruptly, and saw Zhong Yi stretching out his other hand that was not caught, and gestured one, two, three with the voice: "Difficulty, popularity, compulsion, everything is taken care of! As long as we can sing well , Take such a song to PK, and you will be invincible!"

That little complacent look appeared on Zhong Yi's face again.

But then he pressed the corners of his raised lips, and changed the topic: "However, the rhythm of the lyrics is very fast, and your Cantonese must be very fluent."

Shen Xifeng held Zhong Yi with his gaze, and while he wasn't paying attention, slightly inserted his five fingers into the hand he was holding, forming an intertwined appearance of ten fingers.

His face was slightly hot, and a firework secretly exploded in his heart.

Shen Xifeng enjoyed this little secret to himself, and smiled at Zhong Yi: "With you, the number one teacher in the world, what are you worried about?"

The two of them played the repertoire with Zhang Keyi, and they really liked it. Therefore, the difficulty, popularity, and compulsion of the song are all close to full marks.

Zhang Keyi's only worry is that they can't sing well.

"How did you think of choosing this?" Zhang Keyi frowned, and shook his head in disapproval: "I asked you to choose Cantonese songs, but not this kind of god-level one!"

After speaking, Zhang Keyi turned to turn on the computer, searched the Internet for a while, and clicked on a video to show them both.

"This is a certain New Year's Eve party at the beginning of this year. The original singer leads a newcomer to sing in chorus. Look at the live effect."

The original singer of this song is a palace-level heavenly king, with an impeccable voice, and there is almost no difference between the live singing and the CD.

And the one next to him was the national champion of a certain music talent show last year.

After all, he is the national champion, and his strength is not weak, but compared with the original singer, his breath is unstable, his rhythm is not accurate, and his words are ambiguous. It can be called the scene of a car accident.

"This song requires very high breath and intonation. Not to mention Xiao Yu, Zhong Yi, who has never received formal vocal training, loses breath after half a song."

Zhang Keyi pointed at the computer screen and taught them one by one: "As for you, Xiao Yu, your control over Kuai Ge is not very good, and you will definitely have to do a few dance steps when you go on stage. Worse than the scene of a car accident."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Keyi closed the computer and concluded: "If you change it to something else, you can't control this one, and it's at least seven or eight years too early."

In most cases, Zhongyi is a good-natured baby who is modest and polite, and has nothing to do with the world.

But this does not mean that he is docile, it is just that the king standing at the top of the food chain is indifferent to ordinary people.

And when his ability is questioned, the unchallenged kingly spirit will burst forth instantly.

"I could just sing that soothing chorus."

Zhong Yi stared at Zhang Keyi, not intending to back down at all: "Let Shen Yu practice his vocalization these few days. If it's really not good, he can slow down the rhythm a little bit. This song has a moderate range, but it's difficult in the lyrics and beat. I believe Shen Yu can do better than the person in the video."

Zhong Yi, who is fighting for reason, is glowing all over her body.

Shen Xifeng only took one look at him, and his blood was aroused.

He also raised his chin at Zhang Keyi, and said, "I am also confident that I can sing well! During this time, I have increased my physical fitness and strength training, and my lung capacity has increased a lot compared to before. It is not a big deal to sing and dance at the same time. Besides, this song is only You need to do a few simple movements, and it won’t take too much energy.”

Zhang Keyi was too lazy to argue with the two children. He got up and nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, you practice all afternoon first, and show me the results in the evening. I have to call Ling Sheng."

He walked a few steps, then turned his head, and pointed at the two of them with his index finger: "Let's say it first, if I can't achieve the effect I want at night, I have to change the song!"

"It's not so fast to get familiar with the lyrics!" Zhong Yi's reaction was quite quick. It is impossible to learn such a large piece of Cantonese in a short time.

Zhang Keyi was right after thinking about it, and pointed to Shen Xifeng: "You can sing in Mandarin first, but it must be in the original tune and beat."

After Zhang Keyi walked out of the lounge, Shen Xifeng turned his head and asked Zhong Yi: "Do you really think I can sing better than that? Actually, I..."

"I don't think so." Zhong Yi ruthlessly pierced Shen Xifeng's fantasy, "Your manager is right, this song is really difficult. I just don't want to hear him say we can't do it."

Shen Xifeng thought he could hear Zhong Yi praise him, but in the end, a basin of cold water poured down his head.

However, cold water is cold water, he likes whatever Zhong Yi gives him.

As soon as Zhong Yi turned around, she dragged Shen Xifeng to the karaoke hall: "I want to listen to you sing once before deciding whether to change the song."

Shen Xifeng enjoyed being pulled by the hem of his clothes.

He shook his head and followed behind Zhong Yi, jokingly said: "It's just revealed! Xueba's competitive spirit! What kind of miracle will Zhong Yi's kid bring to everyone this time? Please wait and see!"

Zhong Yiyi heard this and wanted to hit someone.

He threw Shen Xifeng onto the stool, frowned and asked, "Are you familiar with this song? I chose it because my mother had participated in the arrangement, so I have a special feeling for it."

"??" Shen Xifeng's eyes widened in shock, "What do you, your mother do?"

Zhong Yi was taken aback by the question, is it necessary to talk about his mother's occupation at this time?

However, he replied patiently: "My mother doesn't have a fixed job. After graduating from Juilliard, she looked for musicians to cooperate with everywhere. She came to mainland China to make records and met my dad."

In just one sentence, the amount of information is very large.

Shen Xifeng nodded, digesting the meaning of Zhong Yi's words word by word.

"So your mother is a graduate of the Juilliard School of Music, and then she is a music producer, and she has also participated in the record arrangement of such superstar singers."

Shen Xifeng lived through these layers of progressive relationships in his mind, besides being emotional, he was still emotional.

I should have thought that such an excellent child, the parents' genes would be so good!

"Why are you repeating what I just said?"

Zhong Yi is getting more and more troubled by the comprehension of this scumbag. He is in a hurry, and he still has the mood to talk about these insignificant things?

At this moment, Brother Cheng walked in with the printed sheet music, and brought Shen Xifeng a guitar along the way: "Brother Yi wants you to try playing the prelude by yourself."

"That's a good proposal!"

Zhong Yi's eyes lit up, he took a look at the music score, and then suggested to Shen Xifeng: "The prelude is very short, you can do it by yourself, when the follow-up lights are turned on, it will be the same as your appearance at the music festival last time." Same."

Shen Xifeng took the guitar, tried a few notes according to the music score, looked up at Zhong Yi, his eyes were full of stars.

Shen Xifeng said with a half-smile: "Next time you visit the grave, take me there too. I want to thank Mama Zhong personally."

"Her surname is Li." Zhong Yi stared at Shen Xifeng in confusion: "What thanks do you have to say?"

"Thank you Ms. Li for giving birth to the best love in the world."

After Shen Xifeng finished speaking, he lowered his head and began to play the guitar, leaving Zhong Yi and Brother Cheng standing on the spot in a daze.

Why do you always get hurt by post-00s?

Don't children nowadays know how to respect the old and love the young?

Brother Cheng's dark face deepened once more.

Zhong Yi's face turned from blue to red several times, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Can't you see the one-eighth rest? When you pause, the child can use soy sauce!"

Shen Xifeng was so frightened that he raised his head in panic, just about to defend himself, but was stopped by Zhong Yi's big hand.

Zhong Yi dragged the music stand like a rainbow, and dragged a stool to sit beside Shen Xifeng.

Zhong Yi tapped the beat with his palm: "I said that the beat of this song is very important, you have to play the rhythm in your heart first! How many years have you learned the guitar? Can't handle it in just a few bars?"

So fierce!

This is completely different from the usual liking of speaking calmly!

At Zhong Yi's request, Shen Xifeng sang the score several times bitterly before he was allowed to touch the guitar.

He raised his eyes to look at Zhong Yi again and again, couldn't hold back, and asked softly: "You, don't you think your attitude is not very good?"

"What kind of attitude can one have when learning the piano?"

Zhong Yi tapped the music stand with his index finger 'Kong Kong', signaling Shen Xifeng to get ready.

"My mother taught me this since I was a child. Keep your back straight! Open your shoulders! One, two, three, let's go!"

Poor Shen Xifeng, a half-music boy, was tortured by Master Zhong's harsh teaching for two or three hours, during which he had only one thought.

Ms. Li, you are too strict with your child! !