Holding a thigh or something, Ding Meng said that she definitely didn't think about it. She smiled at Qiao Yichen, put down the tableware in her hand, and ran to her bedroom quickly: "Wait for me, I'll prepare something."
Qiao Yichen looked at her back with some puzzlement: "What are you going to prepare?" He was ready for everything that should be prepared.
Ding Mengcao replied to him: "Razor, I'm afraid your legs are too hairy!"
Qiao Yichen: "..."
When Ding Meng grabbed a screamer and ran out, Qiao Yichen was no longer there. Guessing he was on the second floor, she moved towards the stairs. The stairs are spiral, not long, and light can be seen faintly spilling out from above.
Ding Meng put the screamer in his trouser pocket and walked up solemnly.
Qiao Yichen was standing at the door waiting for her, and when she saw her coming up, he smiled calmly: "Where's the razor?"
"Uh, didn't find it."
Qiao Yichen said: "It doesn't matter, I didn't say I would take off my pants for you to hold anyway."
Ding Meng: "..."
You don't understand the feeling of thousands of mythical beasts rushing past.
She pretended to smile lightly and looked behind Qiao Yichen. The entire second floor is connected, like a large rehearsal room, very spacious. There are not many things on display, the biggest one should be the grand piano by the window. There were also some musical instruments scattered on the ground, all Ding Meng could recognize were the guitar, violin and flute.
There is a music stand in the center of the room, with a few open music scores on it, and further inside, there is a bookcase against the wall, but it is not a book, but a record, all kinds of different eras. record. Ding Meng was a little stunned, these records should be very valuable, maybe there are out-of-print ones...
Finally, there is a large desk with computers, speakers and a gramophone on it. Ding Meng swears that she has only seen this thing on TV. As for some other professional equipment, she has absolutely no idea what it is used for.
Qiao Yichen had already turned his body away for her to look at, and after a while, he asked, "Is the visit over?"
Ding Meng smiled and nodded: "The tour is over, but there is one thing I don't quite understand."
Qiao Yichen raised his eyebrows: "What?"
"...It's that treadmill, what is it for?" In the whole room, the painting style of the treadmill was out of tune with the surroundings, and it was very abrupt.
Qiao Yichen looked at her in surprise: "Of course the treadmill is for running."
Ding Meng: "..."
Thanks Cope.
Qiao Yichen looked at her speechless expression, smiled, and explained further: "Sometimes I'm tired from work, and I like to run."
Ding Meng felt that her logic could not keep up. Shouldn't she go to bed when she was tired from work? Why are you still running masochistically
However, Qiao Yichen did not answer the question in her heart: "This whole room is soundproof, so I usually play songs here or play musical instruments without fear of affecting others."
This sentence immediately shocked Ding Meng again. The sound insulation... Wouldn't it be true that no one would hear it if you broke your throat
... I don't know if the screamers in my pocket can hold up.
"If there's no problem, let's get started."
As soon as these words came out, Ding Meng almost subconsciously hugged her chest, but when she saw Qiao Yichen calmly walked to the piano and sat down, she opened the lid. It's such a simple action, but he did it with the unrestrained calmness of an ancient knight's sword.
When the clear and long-lasting piano sound rang, Ding Meng recovered from the setting of "Qiao Yichen, a knight in white".
The person in front of the piano didn't look at her, and said to herself: "Pronunciation training, half an hour, I play one note, you sing one."
Ding Meng subconsciously sang the note he played just now, she thought it might be the after-effects of the afternoon pronunciation training.
However, Qiao Yichen is obviously much stricter than the teacher in the afternoon. If Ding Meng's voice is slightly wrong, he will ask her to sing again, not only for the pitch, but also for the tone and breath.
After half an hour of training, Ding Meng felt more tired than she was all afternoon. However, Qiao Yichen was not satisfied with her performance: "Your pitch needs to be improved, and your lung capacity is obviously not enough."
Ding Meng gave him a pale look. She now fully understands that when Qiao Yichen said hugging her thighs, she meant to open a small stove for her and give her a special training in person.
Qiao Yichen thought for a while, then stood up from the piano: "Playing an instrument will help your intonation. Take a look at the instruments here, what do you think?"
Ding Meng's eyes circled around the musical instruments, and her smile became even paler: "Don't you ever think that I might not be the same?"
Qiao Yichen was silent for a while and helped her make a decision: "Just the guitar, starting today, you will learn the guitar for an hour every day."
Ding Meng: "..."
She pursed her lips and struggled to the death: "Where's the teacher?"
"Of course it is me."
"… Do you know all the musical instruments here?"
Qiao Yichen glanced at her, picked up the violin on the ground, walked to the music stand, turned a few pages, and put the violin on his shoulders to play.
Ding Meng swore that before this second, she had absolutely never linked Qiao Yichen and the violin. Probably because the impression in junior high school was too ingrained, Qiao Yichen's image in her heart has always been that of an ignorant problem child. But the Qiao Yichen in front of him is so perfect for the violin. His elegant, calm and graceful temperament once made Ding Meng feel that his memory was wrong.
As if the first day she knew him, he was a violinist.
"Paganini's Violin Concerto No. 1 in D major." Qiao Yichen dropped the last note and closed the piano naturally. Ding Meng was stunned for a moment, before clapping enthusiastically, "Bravo!"
Qiao Yichen: "..."
"Anyway, I'm more than enough to teach you how to play the guitar." He put down the piano in his hand and coughed, "After the guitar study is over, I need to add half an hour of physical training, so just use the treadmill."
This Ding Meng really couldn't bear it: "I don't want to run..."
Qiao Yichen looked at her and said, "You can swim if you want, there is a swimming pool downstairs."
Ding Meng: "..."
Qiao Yichen looked at her boss's reluctant face, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Do you think other players are playing at this time?"
Ding Meng was stunned for a moment, and was hit with an arrow in her knee.
Qiao Yichen continued: "And you don't just need a good voice to sing. Your foundation is much worse than other contestants."
Ding Meng was also shot in the other knee and knelt down to Qiao Yichen: "Da, I'll run!"
At the end of the run, she almost used her mind to support her, but fortunately Qiao Yichen didn't add any new lessons to her. After going down to the living room, Ding Meng saw the tableware and chopsticks she had placed on the dining table before, and then she remembered that the bowls hadn't been washed yet...
Oh my god!
She walked over with difficulty, and Qiao Yichen said behind her, "Just leave me alone."
Ding Meng wanted him to wash up. He had been sitting and listening to music while he was running just now. He had a slight sign of being lazy, so he looked over. But now she still pretended to decline: "How embarrassing, you made dinner."
Qiao Yichen rolled up the cuffs of his shirt and walked over: "Do you always smile so happily when you're embarrassed?"
Ding Meng: "..."
Her expression betrayed her heart... She didn't even have the strength to control her facial expressions!
Qiao Yichen folded the empty bowls on the table and took them into the kitchen together: "Go take a hot shower and try to relax your muscles, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to get up tomorrow."
"Oh..." Ding Meng watched Qiao Yichen turn on the water in the sink, really started washing dishes, and floated back to her room quietly.
After taking a hot shower, she did feel a lot better, but based on what she knew about herself, she would definitely not be able to run with soreness tomorrow. Dragging this body to attend special training, Ding Meng suddenly felt distressed for herself.
She picked up the phone on the table and glanced at it, originally just wanting to check the time, but was startled by the reminder of five missed calls.
The five calls were all from Jiang Nanqing. Ding Meng was afraid that she was in a hurry, so she quickly called back one, and the call was quickly picked up: "Ding Meng, where are you dead? If you don't answer the phone, I will Call the police!"
"Uh, I'm in special training, and I didn't bring my cell phone."
"Special training?" Jiang Nanqing's voice became sharp, "Is that the "Voice of Heaven" game? I'm here to ask you about this, when did you sign up? It's even hidden from me. I heard it from your Chuanchuan friends!"
Ding Meng originally wanted to explain this matter to her, but after hearing her last sentence, she started gossiping about something else: "Nan Qing, do you have something to do with Xiao Zhuozi?"
Jiang Nanqing: "..."
"Have your head!" Jiang Nanqing asked after finishing her expression, "How are you and Qiao Yichen getting along? He didn't embarrass you, did he?"
The mention of this Ding Meng is a bitter tear: "Don't mention it, I was tortured into a broken flower and a willow by him."
Jiang Nanqing was quiet for a while, before exclaiming: "He really did attack you, didn't he? Are the anti-wolf tools I gave you useless!"
Ding Meng said sadly: "That room is soundproof, I didn't expect it at all."
Soundproofed? But his ears are not soundproof! "What did he do to you?"
"First half an hour of pronunciation training, then an hour of guitar learning, and the most maddening thing is that he wants me to run for half an hour!"
Jiang Nanqing digested it for a while: "That's it?"
Ding Meng exploded: "What do you mean by this? Try it if you have the ability!"
Jiang Nanqing pursed the corner of his mouth: "I remember that you used to do well in Chinese. Do you know what it means to lose flowers and lose willows?"
Ding Meng: "...I mean it literally."
Jiang Nanqing didn't want to talk to her anymore, and quickly indicated that she was going to hang up the phone, Ding Meng hurriedly stopped her: "Wait, when you mention a bunch of friends, I want to eat a bunch of skewers, we'll go together tomorrow. Eat it, I'll call you after the special training."
Jiang Nanqing thought about it for a while and agreed.
With Chuanchuan as a spiritual pillar, even though Ding Meng dragged her third-level crippled body the next day, she insisted on completing the training.
Before she fell into Chuanchuan's arms, she didn't forget to call Qiao Yichen, lest he keep waiting for her, but Qiao Yichen directly rejected her after listening to it: "You don't know that singers should take good care of their voices. Do you try not to eat such spicy and irritating food as Chuanchuan in the future, I have already made dinner, come back soon, and have a special training after the meal."
Ding Meng: "..."
She sadly relayed the news to Jiang Nanqing. Jiang Nanqing was silent for a while, and then she said, "Are you listening to him too much? How many times has your mother told you to eat less skewers before, when did you listen? "
Ding Meng: "..."
It's like... it really is.