The brief exchange between the two brothers over here ended. Over there, Mama Qiao pulled Ding Meng out of the kitchen in a hurry, and turned on the TV: "I almost forgot, the "Voice of Heaven" game is going to be broadcast today. The promotional video says that Yichen is a judge."
Ding Meng was stunned for a moment, didn't she...
Before the TV screen lit up, the voice came from the speaker: "Hello, teacher, I'm Ding Meng, No. 65."
Ding Meng: "..."
She just wants to say that buying lottery tickets is not such a coincidence, right? But it happened so happily!
Ding Meng's face appeared on the screen. Now even Qiao Yixing stayed in the living room with great interest and left in no hurry.
... They didn't think they knew that Qiao Yichen was a judge, so they signed up for the competition on purpose? Ding Meng felt that it was necessary to explain the situation in front of her: "Well, don't misunderstand, when I signed up, I didn't know that there was Qiao Yichen among the judges, really!"
Qiao Yichen also said, "Well, although she is my wife, I won't help her, don't worry."
Unexpectedly, Qiao's mother looked at him with a face of disapproval: "If you don't even help your own wife, who else do you want to help? Mengmeng has helped you so much in her studies before, and you help her in her career. What's wrong?"
Qiao Yichen: "..."
Didn't you teach me to be fair and just and not to practice favoritism? Why does the world change when you grow up
Qiao's mother didn't care about Qiao Yichen's shaky outlook on life at all. At this time, she was only resentful at Qiao Yichen's evaluation of Ding Meng: "Mengmeng sings much better than you. Where do you get the confidence to say that to others?"
Qiao Yichen: "..."
Qiao Yixing next to him couldn't help laughing softly.
Qiao Yichen decided to give up the communication, and said quickly: "Mengmeng is participating in the "Voice of Heaven" competition. In order to avoid suspicion, please don't publicize our marriage."
Qiao Yixing said: "In order to avoid suspicion, you should have resigned as a judge on your own initiative, right?"
Qiao Yichen: "..."
He glanced at Qiao Yixing, turned to hold Ding Meng: "Meng Meng, let's go!"
"Oh, oh..." Ding Meng grabbed her handbag on the sofa with her long arms, followed Qiao Yichen and walked out the door quickly.
In the car, Ding Meng decided to explain to him again: "I really didn't know you were a judge when I signed up."
When "The Voice of Heaven" was promoted on TV before, it attracted attention under the name of Qiao Yichen. Now it's a bit far-fetched to say that she doesn't know, but she really doesn't know!
Qiao Yichen focused on driving the car, and didn't even look at Ding Meng: "It's okay, anyway, I said I won't open the back door for you."
"Hey." Ding Meng rolled her eyes, not uncommon, "I don't want the champion you opened the back door to me."
Qiao Yichen laughed, and Yu Guang glanced at her slightly: "Oh, our family Mengmeng is quite ambitious."
"Hmph." Ding Meng raised her arrogant head, ignoring the ridicule in his tone.
"The program team will call you for special training the day after tomorrow. The difficulty of the course will vary according to your own level, but it is inseparable from pronunciation practice, music theory knowledge and physical fitness training. If you are so ambitious, let me watch it. See how much you can improve in a week."
Ding Meng's fighting spirit was really aroused by him: "Then keep your eyes open, I will make great progress!"
Qiao Yichen nodded indifferently: "Well, as the saying goes, a low starting point is for a high leap. If your starting point is so low, you will definitely fly high."
Ding Meng: "..."
She swears that if Qiao Yichen wasn't driving now, she would screw him as hard as she did when she was a child.
After returning home, Ding Meng locked herself in the room, ready to start choosing songs for the next competition. After choosing a few songs to choose from, Ding Meng was still hesitating, when Ding's mother called.
She answered the phone: "Mom, what's the matter?"
Mother Ding said, "Mengmeng, when did you sign up for "The Voice of Heaven"?"
Ding Meng: "..."
Too bad she forgot that their house also has a TV...
"Well, this, I saw it by accident when I went shopping last time." Ding Meng said hesitantly. Ding's mother seems to be a little dissatisfied with the decision she made without authorization: "What about your work? Will it not affect it?"
"Uh..." Ding Meng hesitated even more, "Mom, there's actually something I haven't told you. I resigned last week..."
That day, she was harassed by an unreasonable player for a long time. After being scolded for half an hour, Ding Meng finally couldn't help scolding him, and finally ended in her victory. After hanging up, Ding Meng submitted her resignation before the player complained about her.
Almost every day in the customer service department, old people come to new people. The manager has calmed down, but when she sees the reason for her resignation, she still can't calm down.
"The world is so big, I want to scold everywhere."
manager:"… "
That day, Ding Meng left with the admiration and admiration of all the colleagues in the customer service department. She thought that her back must be very handsome, like a hero who is arrogant and decisive.
But in the eyes of Ding's mother, she is a restless flea: "You resigned again? I think I understand now. You moved to Qiao Yichen's house in such a hurry, because you were afraid that we would clean up after exposure, right? "
…
Ding Meng squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "Mom, I went to Yichen's house today. His mother asked you when you were free. The two of you have a meal together. If you have time, please contact Yichen directly. I'll hang up first bye!"
After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone abruptly and turned off the phone.
Looking at the blackened screen, she sighed and slammed herself on the bed.
After graduation, she changed several jobs, and the longest one was only one year. It stands to reason that she has long passed the confused period of not knowing what to do when she just graduated, but there is always a small voice in her heart saying, no, this is not what she wants to do.
But what does she want to do
She doesn't even know it herself.
If the previous suspension of school changed the trajectory of her life, will this singing competition become a turning point in her life again
She got up from the bed and decided on the song she would sing for the next game.
The next day, a staff member contacted her to start a week-long special training and told her the time and place. The special training is not completely closed, the players can go home and live at night, and the organizers of the players from other places also provide them with accommodation.
Only 40 contestants passed the preliminary selection. The teachers divided them into professional group and non-professional group with reference to their information and performance in the preliminary round. Obviously, Ding Meng, a music rookie, was assigned to the non-professional group.
The pronunciation training and music theory knowledge of the non-professional group will be more basic than that of the professional group, but the training of form and physical fitness is the same for the two groups.
While running around the playground, a girl caught up with Ding Meng from behind and ran alongside her on the track: "Ding Meng, I'm so glad to see you again."
Ding Meng glanced sideways at her and recognized that this was the pear head girl she had chatted with during the primary election: "Ah, you are Tang Shiran."
Tang Shiran smiled at her: "I saw you in the lobby just now. You were assigned to the non-professional group?"
Ding Meng said a little embarrassedly: "Yes, I have said that I am very amateur."
Tang Shiran pursed his lips and smiled: "One of my classmates was eliminated in the primary election. You amateur is better than our majors."
Ding Meng always felt that she had something to say, as if she deliberately concealed her strength. But the teacher has assigned her to the non-professional group, why does she still say that
Ding Meng felt a little uncomfortable with her, but she was afraid that she was thinking too much, so she smiled at her, pretended to concentrate on running, and said nothing. Soon after, a boy ran over to talk to Tang Shiran, the two of them chatted and ran away, Ding Meng breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Qiao Yichen standing outside the runway, his eyes just caught up with him, and the anger that had just reached his mouth was forced back again.
Qiao Yichen stood on the playground and watched for a while, then turned and left. But it was this short stay that caused everyone to be in a commotion. From time to time, Ding Meng could hear words like "Producer Qiao", "So handsome", and "talent" drifting past her ears.
It seems that as Tang Shiran said, many people are longing for Qiao Yichen to help them make songs.
At noon, the organizer provided a lunch box, and after an hour's rest, the special training started in full swing. It's summer now, it's already hot, and the pronunciation training makes everyone's mouth dry, and the mineral water in the training camp is depleted very quickly.
The organizers put three water dispensers in the training camp, but they were still not enough for everyone to drink, and Ding Meng didn't bring a cup, so she could only use a small paper cup, and she couldn't get much water each time. Looking at the empty mineral water bucket, Ding Meng thought about bringing a large cup over tomorrow, one that can hold one liter at a time!
The special training ended at 6 pm. Ding Meng felt that she was even more tired than the military training. Regardless of the dinner organizer, Ding Meng could only go home to eat. She bought two breads at the supermarket downstairs, but when she got home, she found that Qiao Yichen had already cooked.
Qiao Yichen was coming out of the kitchen with the soup. When he saw Ding Meng coming back, he said, "I cook a lot. If you haven't eaten it yet, let's go together."
Ding Meng didn't care about the agreement at this time, because she was really hungry. Trying to put a shredded potato in her mouth, Ding Meng said in surprise, "Oh my God, did you make this?" It was so delicious!
Qiao Yichen sat opposite and looked at her with a smile: "Dear, what do you call me?"
Ding Meng: "..."
Isn't she called Goudan? As for how disgusting her...
Ding Meng didn't speak any more, and concentrated on the food in front of her. Qiao Yichen was not in a hurry to eat, and asked slowly, "How do you feel about training today?"
Ding Meng, with rice in his mouth, told him vaguely, "You can really learn a lot from pronunciation training and music theory, but what the hell is physical training?" Also physical training...
Qiao Yichen said: "A singer must have good physical strength. Do you think anyone can sing and dance on stage and hold a concert for two hours?"
Ding Meng thought about it and thought it made sense, so she nodded. Qiao Yichen continued: "Don't be lazy in physical training. Your physical strength has improved, and it will also help you control your breath."
"Okay, Producer Joe."
This title made Qiao Yichen raise his eyebrows, and Ding Meng looked at him and blinked: "There are a lot of people in the contestants who are pale, you, Producer Qiao, can you let me hug my thighs?"
The corners of Qiao Yichen's mouth curled up: "Do you know how many people in front of you want to hug my thigh?"
Ding Meng glanced at him contemptuously and said nothing. After eating, Ding Meng thought about the food that Qiao Yichen made, so she should wash the dishes, but before entering the kitchen, she was stopped by Qiao Yichen: "Come with me to the second floor."
Ding Meng looked at him inexplicably: "What are you going to do on the second floor?" Isn't that where he works
Qiao Yichen looked at her and smiled: "Hold your thighs."