MTL - God Level Star System-Chapter 73 Xia Ziqi and Han Jie

Xia Ziqi heard this, but it didn't matter. It said: "Let's practice it! Speaking of singing, it's just that practice makes perfect. You just don't sing for years, the scorpion gave birth. Listen to me, then practice again. For a while, hanging the scorpion and recovering the state of recovery, I believe that the scorpion will soon recover."

Han Jie heard the shook his head and said: "Even if I can recover it, it will be useless! The recovery is no better, the big deal is to return to the heyday of school."

As far as I am concerned, the level of outstanding singers in the school competition was not even the third prize in the school. You still want me to go to the masters of the country, isn't it even more fun?

Besides, let me go beyond my level. In general, you need original songs to participate in this kind of competition. You also know that the original songs are very expensive, plus the orchestration and production accompaniment, I am the poor who eat the dead wages, even dare not think. ”

Xia Ziqi heard the same feeling and nodded. "You said this is a trouble!"

Han Jiedao: "Hey, I have two experience in the competition. You should have the strength to impact the bronze medal in the competition early next year."

Xia Ziqi heard a bitter bitterness and shook his head. "I think there is no drama in the Bronze Award! In fact, Han Jie knows that singing has reached a certain level. It is not to watch singing. Basically, it depends on the work. Participate in the national competition, you need two original songs from scratch, you let me go where to find so many excellent original songs.

Although Zhonghai City is considered to be a big market, it is still a lot worse than the big cities where the first-line songwriters in Shanghai and Shanghai are gathered.

You don't know! For the last contest, I went back to our Shanghai City Alma Mater and asked my tutor to be the teacher of the songwriter Dong Wenshan. Abandoned a lot of strength! I am asking for a song. But it is just one, you want to ask for more than half of the first.

Professor Dong’s song, as written, is like snapping. I can have one turn, and it depends on the face of my teacher, Teacher Wang. This second song, I really can't help it. In the end, I can only find a teacher in the composition department of our college. Of course, the level is much worse than that of Professor Dong.

To be honest, I had two works of the god-level work of Professor Dong last time. If you can’t get it, you can really get a bronze medal or something. Of course, I just said that there is such a possibility, not sure that I can get the Bronze Award. ”

Han Jie heard the words as a surprise, saying: "Ah! A song is so difficult. Two songs, just a chance to compete for the bronze medal! I thought there were two songs that could impact the gold medal." ”

Xia Ziqi said helplessly: "How can it be! Don't say that the national masters gather, talents are good. The most important thing is that it seems that Professor Dong Wenshan's level of composer, really good works in his hands, has long been impacted by those who have strength. The singer of the gold, silver and bronze awards is scheduled. The wheel is not for you! Even if you want to sing, people still think that your level is low, the reputation is not enough, and the quality of others is wasted."

Han Jie heard the words and sighed: "It's too difficult! It's really like a good one. It doesn't take a professional route. I really don't know how difficult it is to take a professional route. Or... you still participate in those talent shows, I see that. easier."

Xia Ziqi heard the words, hehehe! Smiled: "You don't laugh at me! How old I am, how can I go to the programs that children go to. I have to go, not to be called aunts!"

Han Jie heard this too, hehehe! The smile is not limited, said: "It's also Ha! We are a summer beauty, and now it is also an aunt-level character. It's hard to imagine! Oh, yes, what happened to you and your high school classmate? You are not from high school. I started to get eyebrows! Although I was not together when I was in college, I remember that the relationship was like glue. When he came to see you, we had several meals together. I thought you could be earlier than me. Married! As a result, my children are now in kindergarten! How are you still not getting the other party!".

Xia Ziqi heard this, and there was a little sadness on her face, hehe! I sighed and said: "I don't know what he thought about in the past few years! Since I graduated from college, we have had very few contacts. I called him two years, he didn't pick up, no. I know what I want. The work in my group is also busy, and there are many shows. I took the time to find him twice, but I can't find anyone."

Han Jiedao: "Zi Qi, I am weird? How can you look at such a person! I also served you! When you were in college, the people who chased you dared to strengthen one. You still have high school." That big tree! Don’t let go of it. You can’t give it to him! Find another one.”

Xia Ziqi sighed: "You don't know him! He is a cold outside, a hot person. I also told you at the beginning that he saved my life in high school and almost lost his life." From that time on, in my heart, there is only one person, and there is no other person at all."

Han Jiedao: "You let me say how good you are! Let me say that you are a kind of person. Although the gender is different, they are all terrible. Or I will find him! I will talk to him well. He is a big man, and let us let the little woman speak first!"

Xia Ziqi heard the words and said: "Nothing else! I feel like he seems to have any pressure in the past few years. I want to give him some more time!"

"you……"

Han Jie is a face of hate iron, not the steel, said: "You let me say what is good for you! You are not young, and then drag on for two years, can you find good?"

Xia Ziqi sighed and said: "Hey! When it's time, let's talk about it later! Let's not mention him, let's talk about the show!"

Han Jie heard the helplessness of her face. In turn, she had her own thoughts, the dark road of hatred, the good boy, you want to lick the chicken nest and lay a dream!

Lin Baochang, I know the number of your troops! You are waiting!

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In the stadium where the first middle school is empty, there are already many people standing there. It can be said that in addition to Zhang Yu and Ge Wenhui, the other 12 people have arrived. Boys and girls, gathered together in twos and threes... chatting around the sound of the voice and the soles rubbing against the ground.

Most people get together and talk about it. Of course, the theme is almost the same. It is about a big bet that is coming soon.

From the perspective of the entire staff of the 12th class, it is only a minority that believes that Zhang Yu will blow the saxophone. Most people can say that they don't believe that Zhang Yu will blow the saxophone. Even if a few people who believe in Zhang Yu are just convinced that he will blow a little bit, maybe even just a few clicks, it will blow aloud ~www.novelbuddy.com~ As for Zhang Yu is a master saxophone Home, it can be said that the whole class is not a person who believes. Because this is simply nonsense, I believe that there are ghosts.

Lu Zhiquan said: "Hey fat man, do you think the old assembly is blowing saxophone?"

Wu Jie said: "I think the saxophone boss will definitely blow a little! You don't have to think about it. If the boss doesn't blow the saxophone, can you say so many professional nouns? So, blow, the boss is definitely going to. But if you say that you are a master of masters, then I look a little overdone. Although we are all good buddies, but we can't brag and blow saxophones can't tell the difference!"

Ha ha ha ha ha! Several people around him heard this, they all smiled and nodded and agreed to Wu Jie’s opinion.

Zhao Zhijun said: "Fat, it is qualitative according to your logic. This boss does not know what to think for a day? I obviously don't have that level, but also want to talk about the big words in the whole class. Even with Lao Ge Gambling a 50,000-piece saxophone. Why is this? I really can't guess, can't guess!"

Wu Jie said: "Can you guess, that is still called the boss! Tell you! The boss is playing this pie! In fact, money is a kind. 50,000, for a few poor people, it is I don’t even dare to think about big money. But for the boss, it’s about fifty cents, and it’s about the same. Even if you lose, the boss wants to let everyone in the class look at it. I just have money, and I don’t accept anything. I take money, it is simple, violent, and effective."

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