Zhang Jiaqiang: "Don't look down on me. If you can sing these two songs, I will, I will..."

Wang Ziming: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Jiaqiang: "I'll pay for your meals for a week, no, a month!"

Wang Ziming was surprised and said, "You said it would take one month! Don't cheat."

Zhang Jiaqiang: "I'm not cheating, but what if you can't sing?"

Wang Ziming walked up to him and said, "Are you kidding? How could I not be able to sing Lu Chen's song? If I couldn't sing it, I would give you this guitar. Don't you like it?"

Zhang Jiaqiang became excited: "You said it, a gentleman's word is as good as gold!"

Wang Ziming said disdainfully: "Forget about the four horses, eight horses will do. Come on, play the song and let me listen. What level is it? I can't sing it? I was the first in the art exam of our art college last year! There is still a song I can't sing?!"

So confident?

OK, OK.

Zhang Jiaqiang first played a song called "Moonlight"...

Three minutes later.

When the song ends.

Wang Ziming's eyes were dull.

“Is this Lu Chen’s song?!!”

Zhang Jiaqiang: "How can this be fake? You can always tell by the voice. Look for yourself, the lyrics, music and singing are all by Lu Chen."

Wang Ziming swallowed hard.

“Do it again!”

This time, he leaned closer to the computer and listened while looking at the lyrics.

In the end, I listened to it four or five times.

Wang Ziming looked obviously guilty.

Zhang Jiaqiang tried hard not to laugh: "How about it, can you sing now? You can't sing either, right?"

Wang Ziming: "I can't sing?! Are you kidding me? Listen to me!"

Wang Ziming sang formally.

The first few sentences seem to make sense.

When singing "Forget you~", the transitions obviously couldn't keep up.

But it's also so-so.

Until the chorus.

The first sentence.

Directly breaking the sound...

Zhang Jiaqiang: “…”

Wang Ziming: “…”

"It seems that you are not much better than me, Ziming..."

Zhang Jiaqiang said happily.

Wang Ziming's face was gloomy.

"It's the first time, so it's normal to make mistakes. Let's try again!"

So just like Su Siyu.

The second time, the sound was broken.

The third time, the sound was still broken.

“Oh my god, this song can’t be that difficult, right?”

Wang Ziming, who has always been extremely confident in his singing skills, couldn't help but feel numb at this moment.

Is this song "Moonlight" really something that anyone can sing? Was it really written by Lu Chen?! Are you crazy? A songwriter who writes catchy songs, instead of being a street snack, is now making a state banquet?! "Ziming, stop struggling. I think you really can't sing this song. Not to mention that you can't sing it, I guess the teachers in our school may not be able to sing it either. You are already very strong, better than me!"

Zhang Jiaqiang was almost unable to hold it back. It was rare to see Wang Ziming, who usually thought highly of himself, being humiliated like this.

He said that he felt very happy~ Wang Ziming's face was extremely embarrassed.

"Well, this song is a bit difficult. I think I need to practice it. I'll sing it to you later. Didn't you say there were two songs? Play the other one!"

Zhang Jiaqiang: "Then your piano..."

Wang Ziming's face froze, and he raised his voice and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? If I can't sing this song yet, you can take it away!"

As he said this, he pushed his violin, which was worth tens of thousands of dollars, towards Zhang Jiaqiang.

Zhang Jiaqiang chuckled and then played "The Hard Sutra"...

Then, he witnessed Wang Ziming's initial extreme dissatisfaction, his gradual astonishment, and his dumbfoundedness during the chorus. By the end of the song, his face was filled with a deathly expression.

transfixed!

Total collapse.

"Okay, Ziming, this song is more difficult than "Moonlight". I don't think you can sing it."

Having said that, Zhang Jiaqiang pushed the violin back.

Wang Ziming was stunned: "What do you mean? Do you think I can't afford to lose?"

After a pause, he said, "But seriously, based on your perspective, what do you think of these two songs?"

Wang Ziming felt embarrassed when he saw Zhang Jiaqiang's generosity. Then he said with a serious expression, "Jiaqiang, to be honest, these two songs are really strong! Not only are they difficult to sing, but the quality of the songs themselves is also incredibly high. I really didn't expect Lu Chen to be able to write such songs. Did he really write them?"

Zhang Jiaqiang: "I have to say something to you. You can doubt the ability of my Lu Chen, but you cannot doubt his character. He has been writing his own songs since his debut. There is nothing wrong with that."

Wang Ziming took a deep breath and said, "Well, I can only admire you! It seems like your idol is either cheating or has exploded! Wait, didn't I remember he was on a mic tour? Why did he suddenly release a new song?!"

Zhang Jiaqiang frowned, "I don't know either, but I just checked online and someone analyzed it this way. They said that Lu Chen might want to sing these two new songs at the concert to prevent fans from grabbing the microphone."

Wang Ziming nodded: "That makes sense! You guys are the most amazing fans in the world. When other singers hold concerts, they sing for their fans, but you guys do it the other way around.

Pay the singer to sing.

This is not just a matter of mentality.”

Zhang Jiaqiang: "Don't be so blunt, I didn't steal the microphone, I just sang quietly at most."

Wang Ziming: "If 10,000 people sing quietly, can the singer still sing?"

Zhang Jiaqiang: “…”

Wang Ziming: "By the way, when does Lu Chen's first concert start? Are there any tickets left?"

Zhang Jiaqiang: "Why, do you want to go?"

Wang Ziming nodded and said, "Well, I suddenly feel like going!"

Zhang Jiaqiang: "There are definitely no tickets available, unless scalpers are offering high prices. I almost didn't get one in the first batch. You should wait for the third show. There should still be tickets for the Shanghai show. If you want to go, hurry up and buy one."

Wang Ziming nodded: "Jia Qiang, I remember you bought all five tickets! You are crazy about chasing stars!"

Zhang Jiaqiang sighed, "Of course, my idol is about to shut up, how can I not send him off for the last time?"

Wang Ziming: “…”

It’s okay to be unpopular when chasing stars, but don’t be weird all of a sudden! …

"Dad, I told you it was hard to sing, but you didn't believe me! Now you believe me, don't you?"

At the same time, another corner.

Zhao Meng is Lu Chen’s female fan because of her good looks.

Also a die-hard fan.

As an elementary school music teacher, she has always been taught to pursue high-end art and songs of taste.

But she personally always feels that.

The key is to have a good song!

As to whether it is highbrow or lowbrow.

That varies from person to person.

Anyway, she just likes Lu Chen's songs.

Although sometimes I would be educated by my father who is also a music teacher.

But Zhao Meng remains the same as always.

Until today.

Lu Chen released two new songs.

Zhao Meng was stunned! Whether it was the melody, lyrics, or even the artistic conception, Zhao Meng felt that these two songs could be regarded as a dimensional strike against the domestic entertainment industry in recent times.

Look, as soon as I got home.

She couldn't wait to recommend the new song to her old father.

Didn’t I say that I’m chasing after a celebrity?! When I see you today, will you still say that?! The result was as expected.

After listening to the song, the old father fell silent.

Took off his reading glasses.

“This song…”

"What do you think? Tell the truth, Lao Zhao, don't wear tinted glasses!"

Old Zhao's mouth twitched.

"Okay, I admit, it's really well written. It subverted my impression of this singer!"

"Hahaha! Now you're still talking about the celebrity I'm chasing after, isn't that okay, Lao Zhao?!"

Zhao Meng was overjoyed.

Lu Chen's move helped her to turn the tables on her old father.

Old Zhao snorted, "It's their business if they write good songs. Can you sing? You are a music teacher, but you can't even sing, and you are so happy."

Zhao Meng: “…”

"Dad, don't be so hurtful. You're an old teacher, and you can't sing anymore, right?"

“I’m not a fan!”

Old Zhao curled his lips.

(End of this chapter)