Chapter 26 If you really have a conscience, don't sing
Meng Han pursed his lips, trying not to laugh out loud.
A great singer in the Chinese music scene!
Finally someone complained about the same repetitive songs all day long. You don’t even need to remember the lyrics, it’s just one line anyway.
Jian Yuan stared at Jiang Sui with bloodshot eyes, "Just stay here for a few days with your rotten rice. I won't eat rice with worms in it anyway."
Jiang Sui looked at Jian Yuan as if he was looking at a fool.
Singers these days are becoming increasingly uncultured. They record their songs line by line, leaving out the lip syncing. Is there anything they can't do?
[Don't be impatient, take your time. You still need to have some ideas on how to become famous, such as bribing your mentor or something.]
Guests: “!!!”
Is this true or false?
Bribing the tutor?
This is not uncommon. Some programs often become popular, and people spend money to buy the first place, or even establish good relationships with the tutors.
But this is the first time I've seen someone as high-profile as Jian Yuan.
Many of the first place winners who were bribed, after becoming big singers, have to keep their tails between their legs and dare not offend too many bigwigs in the circle.
This person is not like that.
After releasing just a few songs, he started touring.
How can I have the nerve to show off these few catchy songs?
Jian Yuan swallowed.
How did Jiang Sui know this? He bribed her, but there was a reason for that. He had his own abilities and it was definitely not for any other reason.
He has the ability, and he didn't bribe them.
From childhood to adulthood, even his teachers praised him for his beautiful singing, saying that the audience just had poor taste.
"Don't talk nonsense, it's all my real talent, you're just jealous that I sing well!"
Jian Yuan tried to make amends in an unnatural way, and even tried to pua himself.
Jiang Sui: “???”
What the hell is this show-off talking about? He sings well? Is that what the internet trolls said?
"The main mentor of the King of Singers is your uncle! How dare you brag about this? Your whole family is musicians, but you're the only one who's tone-deaf."
Jian Yuan swallowed, took a few steps back and fell to the ground.
How on earth did Jiang Sui know all this?
He did use his musical family background to hang around in the entertainment industry for a few years, and everyone was very fond of him.
But he didn't even tell his friends that the main mentor of "The King of Singers" was his uncle.
Because its hind legs hit Fu Sheng, Fu Sheng was startled and rushed into the door and closed it.
There must be something wrong with the way I opened the door. Try again.
"Teacher Jian, are you okay? Oh, I know that these artists tend to lack inspiration, but they shouldn't be hallucinating, right?"
Meng Han continued to finish off the opponent.
It's really shocking. Look at Xie Peng and then look at Jiang Ze. They are so shameless that they want to finish filming these three episodes.
Still too fragile.
"Are you okay, Teacher Jian? Hurry up and get up. Someone who doesn't know you would think you are saluting Boss Fu."
Meng Han wanted to pull Jian Yuan, but was pushed away by Jian Yuan.
Meng Han, whose hands were red: "..."
She wants Jian Yuan to die!
Jian Yuan stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "What can I do? Cook. It's almost nine o'clock."
Jiang Sui rolled his eyes as he pushed his rice.
[It's not your house, yet you still ask someone to cook. You act like a big shot and think you are a big shot. Low quality.]
Stop blocking out online news every day and listen more to the audience's opinions. If you really have a conscience, stop singing. What a vicious voice!
Meng Han pursed her lips. She really wanted to laugh, but she kept trying to hold it back because she was afraid of laughing in front of everyone.
I found an excuse to go back to my room.
Meng Han's loud laughter came from the unsoundproof room.
"Hahahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! Hahaha."
Jian Yuan: “…”
Don't let him know Meng Han's weakness. He's so stubborn, don't blame him for digging it out.
And there is Jiang Sui, who has so much negative news about her. He will summarize them one by one later and let these netizens scold her so much that she will quit the circle.
Jiang Sui, who didn't even have a foundation, turned his gaze away from Jian Yuan and continued to look at his rice.
[I feel like Jian Yuan… has something to say but I’m not sure whether I should say it or not]
[Impossible, Teacher Jian comes from a serious musical family. Absolutely impossible. The haters will do whatever they can to troll you.]
[Speaking clearly, next is Jian Yuan. Okay, werewolf, open your eyes. I am a prophet.]
[The black spots are everywhere, but we voted for Teacher Jian, and many instructors like her.]
[Eat something good. You don’t even need to memorize the lyrics to Jian Yuan’s songs.]
[But the tone is good, it has never failed in all these years]
[He's not the one composing the music. Big team, he's the next one. I told you, I'm a prophet.]
After drying in the sun for a morning, all the bugs in the rice disappeared.
Jiang Sui piled them up, put them into a sealed plastic bag, and then stuffed the bag into the big vat.
"Sister Sui, can we eat all this rice?"
Xie Peng was washing dishes when he saw Jiang Sui pushing the rice jar back.
The rice everyone brought wouldn't last for three days, but this is enough.
Jiang Sui nodded.
"This rice should be within two years. It's white and clean. Maybe it got some bugs because of the humidity. How can rice be expired? It can be used again after drying it in the sun."
Jian Yuan was walking into the kitchen with a pancake.
This pancake was made with the flour he brought with him, so he didn't give it to Jiang Sui.
"I won't eat this rotten rice."
As he said this, he took a bite of the pancake in his hand. It was fragrant and chewy, but it lacked some ingredients.
Jiang Sui smacked his lips and looked at the pancake, wanting to eat it too.
Jian Yuan raised his chin. He knew that this thing was very rare in survival variety shows.
"Excuse me, this is my noodles..."
Jiang Sui lowered his eyes and took out a more fragrant glutinous rice cake from his bag.
Jian Yuan’s pure flour cakes and glutinous rice cakes are completely different in quality.
The taste was rather bland due to the lack of oil and ingredients, but Jiang Sui’s pancake actually contained meat.
Jiang Sui took a bite and found that the pancake was still oozing with oil.
"Hmm~ It does smell good."
Jiang Sui glanced at Jian Yuan who was swallowing his saliva, and stuffed another glutinous rice cake from his bag to Xie Peng.
"Where did you get the pancakes? You haven't been in the kitchen to cook since this morning. And where did you get this meat?"
Jiang Sui chewed the meat with great relish, the smell wafting out of the kitchen with each mouthful.
The cake in Jian Yuan's hand looked like a dry and hard pancake.
"I exchanged with the villagers. Why? You've been here for so long and haven't spoken to them yet. They're quite easy to talk to, and they even gave me some milk."
As he said that, he took out another box of milk and threw it to Xie Peng.
Jian Yuan: “…”
Is her bag from Doraemon? How come she can feel everything?
What’s the big deal? He will go and make friends with the villagers of Gaolang Village later.
He is so handsome and so popular, the villagers must know him and might even send him a lot of delicious food.
"I'm helping out in the kitchen and haven't had time to go over and talk to them yet. I'll be there this afternoon."
Given his popularity since childhood, he will definitely please them.
After saying that, Jian Yuan left the kitchen and hurried back to his room to tidy himself up.
What's that show-off up to? Don't mess with the wrong guy.
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