But for Wang Xueying, “Actually, I don’t know anything about music. The song "School Flowers" was not written by me, and it took me a few months to sing it completely. So, if it wasn’t for Shen Dapeng I don’t know how to touch the guitar, so how can I become the "partner who is willing to work hard for music" in Lu Wuxu's mouth? I may not be suitable for being a singer, sorry."
"It doesn't matter whether you can sing or not. It can be trained the day after tomorrow. One of your "School Flowers" can cause an uproar at Mizuki University, which means that your singing skills and this song are enough to impress people, and we can Signing the song "School Flowers", the band's subsequent commercial performance income, can give the author part of..."
Lu Wuxu didn't want to give up easily. They formed the Mizuki Band last year, and a song became popular around the capital, but just this spring, Li Jian, who formed the Mizuki Band with him, chose to quit solo.
The two of them have different opinions on the development of music in the future. Lu Wuxu believes that songs should have deeply rooted lyrics, while Li Jian believes that psychic arrangements are more important. This is like the battle between Huashan School of Jianzong and Qizong. Obviously there are advantages and disadvantages, but if you have to care about which is strong and which is weak, who can make it clear
That's why Lu Wuxu said the phrase "the only lead singer" when he was talking to Wang Xueying.
Now that it is the Mizuki Band, in fact, only Lu Wuxu is the only one who has continued to work hard. Originally, even he planned to give up completely, but he did not expect to hear Wang Xueying's "School Flowers" at the most difficult time.
Although the melody and arrangement are too singular, the lyrics are simple and touching, which completely accords with his understanding and cognition of music.
That's why I moved my mind and wanted to recruit Wang Xueying to sign the song "School Flower" as the next main single of the Mizuki Band.
"Senior, I can't help but, I am really not interested in music, and I did not create the song "School Flowers", and I can't persuade the author to agree to sign with your band, so thank you for your kindness!"
Wang Xueying was already seeing the Mizuki Band's more famous reputation, so she endured a lot of patience and listened to Lu Wuxu's words. If she had kept it before, she would have turned around and left.
"That's a shame, sorry, it took your time, goodbye!"
Lu Wuxu's gaze was hard to hide, and Wang Xueying smiled as he kept the gentleman and walked away slowly.
For him, this is undoubtedly a failure, but the song "School Flowers" still evokes his love for music in his heart, and it can be regarded as an indirect proof of his knowledge of music!
That is the lyrics that are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, enough to move people's hearts and become a classic, under the dark night and moon, the lonely back has become more real than just now.
Wang Xueying sighed apologetically, shook her head and returned to the bedroom. In fact, this was not the first band invitation she refused.
Before Lu Wuxu came, Zhuo Yannuo, who had the same focus as her, also approached her, and also wanted to build a group like Mizuki Band.
But Wang Xueying was obviously not here, and she refused without hesitation. However, after several meetings and calls, the two became good friends who talked about everything. One was cold and reticent, and the other was enthusiastic. Nagging talk, maybe no one can imagine that they can get along in harmony.
"Wang Xueying, your phone rang several times just now, I don't know who called it, just take a look."
As soon as Wang Xueying sat in the bedroom, the roommate who was removing her makeup kindly reminded her.
"Oh, got it!"
Only then did Wang Xueying remember that she forgot to bring her phone when she went downstairs just now, and she secretly regretted it.
I turned over the phone from under the pillow, and looked at the three missed calls on it, all of which were from Shen Dapeng, and hesitated to answer the call.
In the end, I didn’t know where it came from. I didn’t take the initiative to answer the call. Instead, I stared at the screen of the phone, "If I have anything to do, I will definitely call again."
Sure enough, as soon as I thought about it, the phone rang again. Looking at the words'Shen Dapeng' on the screen, Wang Xueying didn't rush, and waited for the phone to ring for a few times before picking it up, "Hey, what's the matter?"
"Huh? It's okay. I called you just now, why didn't you answer it?"
Wang Xueying's tone was a little cold, which made Shen Dapeng a little at a loss. This is not in line with the character of Wang Xueying's follower. Could it be that the welcome party really hurt her fragile little heart
"I just went out to talk about things. Lu Wuxu from the Mizuki Band came to me and asked me to join their band. I refused. Just kidding. I'm a high-tech talent to be a biologist. How can I take time to sing!"
Wang Xueying's tone still hasn't changed much, but the essence of TB in her bones is still revealed. She seems to realize that she has hurriedly asked again, "What the hell is it for me? It's okay to hang up with me, and I want to sleep."
"Wait, you said... You refused the invitation of the Mizuki Band?"
Shen Dapeng couldn't help being curious and asked again. In his impression, Wang Xueying was a crazy girl who wanted to be the focus of people all the time. How did she become so low-key after going to university
Shen Dapeng was a little difficult to adapt for a while, fearing that Wang Xueying would be discouraged and not seeking improvement because of her failure to confess to the new year party, so she continued to tentatively ask:
"Do you have time at noon tomorrow? Have a meal together?"
"Oh, let's talk about it then!"
For the first time, Wang Xueying took the initiative to hang up Shen Dapeng's phone, slammed her body into the soft bed, held the phone high, her expression contrasted sharply with the indifference just now, her eyes narrowed into a crescent-like gap.
"Hey, Sister Zhuo is right. Men sometimes need to be left out and never get used to it. I haven't looked for him for two days, so he can't bear to contact me..."
Wang Xueying shook her head in the pillow comfortably, found a comfortable posture, and smirked secretly. Tonight, she might be able to sleep well.
"This crazy girl, who is making trouble again..."
Shen Dapeng was hung up and muttered to himself in confusion. Tang Wei, who was in the bed next door, quietly approached him.
"Hey, Brother Peng, the invitation to dinner was rejected by others?"
Tang Wei grabbed the phone with a smile, "Or I will call her again and invite it in my name?"
"Tang Tail, don't forget it, even Brother Peng was rejected, so don't ask yourself to be boring."
Du Yuefeng immersed himself in looking at the book he had just rented from the library. He didn't forget the sarcasm of Tang and Wei, and he didn't forget the nickname that everyone gave to Tang and Wei on the train. The word'tail' was sonorous and powerful.
"What is boring to ask yourself? That's why you don't understand girls!"
Tang Wei walked up to Du Yuefeng disapprovingly, and patted Du Yuefeng's shoulder meaningfully.
"Wang Xueying now definitely feels that being rejected for confession is losing face, how could she easily agree to Brother Peng's invitation? At this time, we need an old good person to come forward and match up!"
As he said, he patted his chest again, "And I am the most suitable candidate!"