"...I can't even play scales well. I should have chosen a harmonica." Xiang Guai raised his head hopefully, "Can I still change classes now?"
"If you can switch, you can switch. But there is no harmonica class in our school."
"… "
Qi Ji sat down beside him and flipped open his piano score: "As soon as you come, you'll be at peace~ You've learned everything, don't give up halfway."
This posture, as if to accompany him to practice the piano.
Qi Ji, who loves food so much, didn't even eat lunch in order to accompany him. Having a friend like this, what can I ask for
Xiang Chai was particularly moved. He cheered up and made noises for an hour with his hungry stomach. Finally, he learned how to play the five scales.
Qi Ji coaxed him like a child: "It's awesome, it's great, it's amazing. You're making great progress. With time, you will definitely become a great musician!"
She quickly took his arm and said anxiously, "So big musician, can we go to lunch now?"
"… "
The two rushed to the cafeteria in a hurry, but only the leftovers were left in the window.
The student cafeteria of Huawu Middle School is known far and wide for being unpalatable. This is not because the chefs in the cafeteria are not skilled enough, but in order to control the weight of the students, all the dishes are less oil, less salt and less seasoning. The meat dishes are steamed fish except chicken and beef.
Qi Ji asked for a scrambled egg with garlic sprouts and spit it out as soon as she took a bite.
The girl complained: "I heard from the students of xx school that all the canteens in their school make pig food. Now I think pig food is pretty good, at least it has oil and water."
Xiang Guai also ate his chopsticks with his head down, seriously suspecting that the old-age insurance for this garlic sprouts had been paid for more than 70 years.
But it's hard to eat.
Qi Ji couldn't take it anymore, she took out a small mobile phone from the cuff of her school uniform and pushed it between the two of them.
Qi Ji said: "You lean on me and help me block the phone!"
Xiang Guess: "Why do you play with your phone when you eat?"
Qi Ji: "Are you really a high school student? If you don't play with your phone when you eat, why should I eat?"
"… "
Qi Ji clicked on Weibo on her mobile phone, read a Weibo, and took a bite of rice. She said that the food in the restaurant was too unpalatable, and she had to "add some food" to her life in order to swallow the food.
Suddenly, Qi Ji's eyes lit up, grabbed Xiang Gu's arm, and pushed the screen directly under his eyes.
"Look!" she said, "Wang Qingyun has posted on Weibo! It's still a video!!"
Hearing the familiar name, Xiang Gu hurriedly stared at the screen.
Sure enough, a new Weibo floated on the top of the mobile phone screen. In just a few minutes, comments, likes, and reposts have been captured by the fans of the great god.
@cvwangqingyun: Nice. 【Share video】
On the cover image of that video, a pair of slender and powerful hands are dancing on 88 keys composed of black and white.
Xiang Guai's heart skipped a beat. He had just learned to play scales today, and the Great God posted a video about the piano... He hurriedly urged Qi Ji to open it, but the girl said embarrassedly that she didn't have headphones and didn't dare to listen to it with an amplifier.
The two could only turn their phones to mute, meet head to head, and "watch" the minute-long video of piano performance in silence.
Although I can't hear the melodious music, just watching the hands dancing on the keyboard is already intoxicating.
It is said that dancers dance with their feet, but a pianist dances with both hands on the keyboard.
Xiang Guai looked at the slender fingers with well-defined knuckles. The owner of the hand was a real artist. Every time he tapped and struck hard, even if he couldn't hear the sound, he could still feel the sound of the piano beating in his eardrums.
The comments are filled with enthusiastic comments from fans.
Someone asked God, who played this piano piece
Wang Qingyun replied: It is a new friend I met today.
After Xiang Gu "watched" the video, he asked Qi Ji glumly, "Tell me, how many years do I have to practice piano to achieve this level?"
Qi Ji raised her hand and touched his forehead: "You don't have a fever?"
"… "
Qi Ji said: "This person looks like a boy, and he probably has practiced the piano more than our age. If you imagine playing the piano like him, you might as well imagine how to become a friend of the great god."
Xiang Guai quickly asked, "Then how can I become a friend of the Great God?"
Qi Ji snorted: "If I knew, wouldn't I be a friend of the Great God?"
"… "
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When Yao Yin told Tan Yiming that he was his dubbing director, Tan Yiming felt a little ridiculous in his heart.
Playing the piano is the same as playing the piano, and dubbing is the dubbing. No matter how good Yao Yin is at playing the piano, his profession and dubbing are too far apart.
But this point didn't matter, and after Tan Yiming walked into the recording studio, he disappeared in an instant.
Tan Yiming felt that his eyes were not enough to see the professional recording equipment that he had only seen on TV, and the studio facilities that he had only heard of from others.
The recording studio is divided into two rooms, inside and outside, separated by a transparent soundproof glass.
Don't look at the fact that there is only such a piece of glass apart, even if the two shouted face to face, they couldn't hear each other's voices at all.
Outside there are audio consoles and sets of sofas for those accompanying them to rest.
The inner room is a fully enclosed soundproof room. Tan Yiming walked in and closed the door, only to feel that the whole world suddenly quieted down, as if he was the only one left, and even his heartbeat could be clearly heard.
The soundproof room is not large, a professional recording microphone stands in the middle, and a large monitor earphone hangs on the side.
Tan Yiming stood in front of the microphone, took off the earphones, and buckled them on his head.
The LCD TV hanging on the wall has been turned on, and the TV screen is connected to the console outside. The recording teacher in charge of recording is rewinding the film and jumping the animation demo to the place where the protagonist speaks for the first time.
The soundproof room was too quiet.
It was a kind of... the ultimate silence.
Tan Yiming couldn't hear anything except his own breathing. He could only see people coming and going outside through the large soundproof glass behind him.
George is chatting with his girlfriend Shang Xiaorui.
The recording teacher was frowning at the demo.
Yao Yin caressed the cross pendant on his chest with one hand, wondering what he was thinking.
No one is watching Tan Yiming.
At this moment, Tan Yiming remembered a horror novel he had read. It is said that a person is "thrown" to the back of the mirror. He is in the mirror. He can observe others through the mirror, but no one can notice him.
Tan Yiming felt that he was being thrown behind the mirror now. He looked at the others through a glass, and behind the glass, he was the only one.
He wanted to turn his attention to the lines book in his hand, but at a glance, only a string of meaningless characters remained.
Tan Yiming knew that he was nervous.
very nervous.
At this moment, a small buzzing sound suddenly came from the earphone.
And after that humming sound, a clear male voice poured into his ears.
"Tan Yiming, can you hear me?"
Outside the glass window, Yao Yin pressed the connect button of the call microphone.
"..." Tan Yiming pushed his earphones, "I can hear it."
Because the sound insulation effect is very good, if people indoors and outdoors want to communicate, they must use the equipment buried in the wall.
"That's good." Yao Yin said kindly, "The recording hasn't started yet, you don't have to be so nervous, relax and try the microphone effect. You can also walk around without having to stand in place."
"I'm not nervous." Tan Yiming didn't know why he said this, "I'm just..."
He wanted to make an excuse for his insufficiency.
He suddenly noticed that in front of Mike stood a set of "bars" - the door-shaped bars that are common in dance studios, allowing the little girls to put their legs up, press their legs, stretch their muscles, etc.
Tan Yiming immediately changed the subject and made one of the worst jokes in his life: "Why are you putting a pole here? Do you want me to dance ballet while recording?"
His voice came through the microphone.
In exchange for the silence of the room.
After a long while, Yao Yin pressed the call button: "No. Whether it is recording or dubbing, you need to stand for a long time. The support bar is because the artist is afraid that the artist will be too tired, so I asked you to support it."