"Lao Bei, where did you borrow this music classroom from?"
Hao Zhangwen asked Lu Yibei.
After the latter turned on the incandescent light, the originally dark classroom became brightly lit.
Following behind Lu Yibei, Ji Qingqian turned her body to the side, her gaze passing over the boy's arm and looking into the empty classroom.
There were only a few days left until the gala, but Lu Yibei and Ji Qingqian still hadn't decided on the songs they would sing.
The two discussed it on WeChat but came to no avail.
So Lu Yibei decided to do what he did before when he confessed his feelings: let professionals do professional things.
He didn't hesitate to take advantage of Fatty Hao as a free laborer.
They had classes all day today, and only had time to relax after school.
After dinner, they went straight here.
Ordinary classrooms have poor sound insulation, so when Lu Yibei and Ji Qingqian were testing the sound, they inevitably had to try out high notes and the like.
If students passing by heard this, they might think the place is haunted.
Lu Yibei didn't want him and his girlfriend to appear in the new unbelievable campus events.
That's why I specifically chose this music classroom.
The music classroom was spacious, and its soundproofing was on a completely different level from that of a regular classroom.
Fatty Hao also thought it was the best choice.
However, normally their clubs need to get approval from the student union to borrow facilities, and club activities must exceed the permitted number of participants before facilities can be requisitioned…
"Your brother Pear has a lot of influence, right?" Lu Yibei said with a smile.
He mentioned it to Xia Li.
Then Fu Chi immediately told him that he, as the vice president, would take care of the matter.
He even added, "Brother Bei, if you need anything, just let me know. You can contact me directly."
"Awesome."
Hao Zhangwen gave Xia Li a thumbs up.
Then, getting back to the main topic, he looked at Ji Qingqian.
The daughter-in-law inside the dormitory, the father-in-law outside the dormitory, and in front of her, he still has to politely call her "Ji Xuemei" (Junior Sister Ji) – Fatty Hao has mastered etiquette.
In dormitory 404, Fatty Hao has relatively strong social skills.
If Liu Jie were here, seeing Ji Qingqian's icy, cold face, he probably wouldn't be able to utter a single word.
The fat guy could strike up a conversation smoothly:
"If you haven't decided what song to sing yet, I recommend choosing a duet song."
What Fatty Hao meant was that songs originally sung by a solo artist could be adapted into duets.
But there's still an "adaptation" process involved, and there are concerns about whether the adaptation will be successful...
"Time is tight and the task is heavy, so let's start with the simple things first," said Fatty Hao.
He didn't even look for a chair; he just plopped his butt down on the table.
Ji Qingqian felt that the "cute fat guy" that Abei mentioned was quite like a mentor.
He should study media, not computer science.
Hao Zhangwen crossed his two thick arms over his chest: "Let's try some duos from Chinese music bands—"
Although the fat man narrowed down the possibilities for them, they still couldn't remember anything immediately.
“I have a clear understanding of Lao Bei’s pitch. But Ji Xuemei… I’ve only heard you sing one song, ‘Yong,’ so could you warm up your voice and try hitting a high note?” Fatty Hao asked.
"Um."
Ji Qingqian adopted the same demeanor she would show to a teacher, nodding respectfully before speaking: "————Ah————"
A simple syllable.
Clear and transparent.
Hao Pangzi's small eyes, hidden behind his round-framed glasses, suddenly lit up.
But Ji Qingqian stopped after only a short while.
Fatty Hao praised, saying, "Your voice is really nice..."
Ji Qingqian: "Wait a moment... cough cough..."
She gently pinched her throat, coughed twice, and then—
It's still the same syllable.
But it is clearer, more transparent, and more soaring, like an eagle circling above the howling north wind on the grassland.
Yes.
This single syllable alone evoked a vivid image of the frontier region for Hao Zhangwen.
And the breath is very long.
It went on for a long time.
finally.
The sound stopped.
“…Okay,” Ji Qingqian said.
Lu Yibei couldn't help but glance at his girlfriend; even he had never heard of such a high-profile and charming persona.
…But then again, you don’t usually need that kind of voice.
Fatty Hao was surprised, almost stunned. After Ji Qingqian paused for two or three seconds, he finally spoke in astonishment:
"No, Junior Sister Ji, your shout just sent me straight to the frontier herding sheep and horses, and now the Milky Way is practically glittering above my head..."
Laymen watch the spectacle, experts watch the details.
A good voice is one that tells a story.
A voice that evokes vivid imagery is also a good voice.
Ji Qingqian nodded frankly:
"I grew up in the northern part of China."
Hao Zhangwen scratched the back of his head with his chubby hand, wondering if the place where one grows up could really affect their voice.
"...Laobei".
He then said to Lu Yibei, "I originally wanted you two to sing a love song together, but now I have a different idea."
"Others?" Lu Yibei asked.
"How about playing with some flowers?" Fatty Hao asked.
He felt that given Lao Bei's personality, he could accept it now.
Now it's up to Ji Qingqian.
"Flower...?"
Ji Qingqian tilted her head slightly.
Fatty Hao saw the cool and aloof look in Ji's eyes.
Um…
They seem even more interested in it than Laobei.
Fatty Hao laughed:
"If you play it right, it will be the final blow—Lao Bei, you might have a tough time."
Lu Yibei had absolute confidence in his son's business acumen.
"It's safe," he said.
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