Qiu Qiu arrived very early, who would have thought that someone else would arrive earlier than him.
With the support of the other party, Qiu Qiu stood up straight, and while putting the odds and ends on the ground beside him, he looked at this classmate without any trace.
The boy was taller than Qiu Qiu, and his hair hung down limply, just covering his neck. He has delicate eyebrows, and when he smiles, he is like a gust of spring breeze, which makes people feel good. Before Qiu Qiu came, he was practicing the piano, but he didn't play the guitar, but a Yamaha electronic organ.
His photo and name were printed on the temporary work card on his chest. Qiu Qiu looked carefully and read out his name.
"Your name is... Wang Tingxie?"
Xingui Entertainment’s badge uses an incomplete font library, so only the character “Wang” is normal, and the latter two rare characters are only found in Song style. When the three characters are put together, they are awkward and nondescript.
The boy who was named was stunned, with a half-surprised and half-joyed expression on his face: "...you know? I have met no more than five people in my life who can pronounce my name correctly at once."
The name of Wang Dingxie comes from two famous people in history—"Shi Ding" and "Jia Sixie". ".
Wang Dingxie's parents hoped that he would be upright and well-informed, and "Qingxie" sounds the same as "Quexie", which also symbolizes wishes for a better life for him.
Qiu Qiu looked at him with special sympathy: "Your name is that, primary school was very hard..."
What he said was nonsensical, but Wang Tingxie understood immediately: "Fortunately, I was the class monitor in elementary school, and they didn't dare to call me a nickname. It's just that every time I take the exam, I have to work hard, and everyone else has finished the multiple-choice questions." I haven't finished writing my name yet."
Qiu Qiu has not been a class monitor yet. He has been the study committee member of the class since he was a child and also served as the representative of the Chinese class. After finally going to college, he no longer needs to be a class cadre, but several professors like him, and he needs to convey everything. .
The two hit it off right away, and soon started chatting with each other.
Qiu Qiu is clever but a bit dull, and Wang Dingxie has a big brother personality. It is a rare fate for the two of them to come to Mr. Gong's class together.
Wang Tingxie was a few years older than Qiu Qiu, and was a resident singer in a certain small bar. For some reason, he got the opportunity to worship under Teacher Gong, and he has been studying for more than a month now. Through this period of contact, Wang Tingxie vaguely felt Teacher Gong's temperament, and he was not stingy at this time, picking out some precautions and passing them on to Qiu Qiu.
The two were talking, not noticing that it was half past five.
When the second hand passed the last frame, the door of Mr. Gong's studio was pushed open heavily, and Mr. Gong, who was wrapped in a colorful body, stepped into the studio with arrogance like a flamingo in a duel.
Wang Tingxie quickly turned to her, and said hello respectfully: "Hi, old Gong."
Qiu Qiu was a step too late, and the little daughter-in-law seemed to have to look at her senior brother, and then at Teacher Gong, and also called out, "Hello, old Gong." This address was too shameful, and his voice was as low as a mosquito.
"It seems that you already know each other?" Teacher Gong smiled gently, but his tone and expression never matched, "But your level is about the same, so it's good to chat more."
She walked up to the two of them and stood still, holding one in each hand, and introduced with a smile: "Come on, this is my senior brother Qiu Qiu. Qiu Qiu, this is your senior brother Wang Huaxia."
"..." Qiu Qiu saw that Wang Dingxie's face was blushing inch by inch from his neck to the tips of his ears.
It turned out that when Wang Tingxie first came to learn art, his name was too unfamiliar to type. He wore the badge of "Wang □ □" for more than half a month, and only changed to a new badge a few days ago.
The domineering queen Gong Zetian disliked that his name was difficult to pronounce and asked him to choose between "Wang Koukou" and "Wang Frame".
Wang Dingxie made a difficult choice, so he could only bear the pain and change his name to Wang Huaxia.
Qiu Qiu is so obedient, he does what the teacher says. He immediately yelled sweetly: "Hello, Brother Frame!"
Wang Tingxie didn't expect that the junior brother who had just been subdued by him would turn his back on the battlefield, so he held back for a long time before he could say: "Hello, Junior Brother Qiu Qiu."
... It's really depressing, Qiu Qiu's name is so nice that I can't get a nickname at all.
Teacher Gong is vigorous and resolute, and does not talk nonsense in class. She asked Wang Box to practice the piano and open her voice, and called Qiu Qiu to the front alone to teach him the most basic knowledge of vocal music.
Teacher Gong asked him: "Do you know the abdominal breathing method?"
"I know!" Qiu Qiu hurriedly said, "I practice yoga every day before going to bed."
"It's good to have a foundation. Abdominal breathing is the cornerstone of vocal music. Singing also requires you to breathe out and make a sound, which is much more difficult than yoga's abdominal breathing."
Abdominal breathing is actually diaphragmatic breathing, which is different from ordinary intercostal breathing and shoulder breathing. This is the most basic breathing technique when singing. It is difficult to grasp its characteristics just by talking about it, so Teacher Gong simply placed a human anatomy model in the studio to help students understand the principles of diaphragmatic breathing and vocalization skills more intuitively.
Because it was the first class, Teacher Gong's teaching was mainly based on theoretical foundations, but these alone were enough for Qiu Qiu to digest. Fortunately, Qiu Qiu was smart and knew everything. He tried to sing a few syllables on the basis of abdominal breathing, and then vaguely touched the door.
The more clever the students, the more satisfied the teacher is. However, at this stage, Qiu Qiu can't meet her requirements, and she must lay a good foundation to get more targeted guidance. Teacher Gong thought for a moment, and then asked Qiu Qiu to sing to Wang Chahua what he was good at. Wang Chahua got started earlier than him and had a solid foundation, so he will pick the mistakes first.
Wang Dingxie didn't release the water. After Qiu Qiu sang it twice, he quickly filled a list with the problems he heard, including intonation, breath, tone, and breathing rhythm... There are more than a dozen items densely packed.
Teacher Gong took it over and looked at it twice, and praised: "Well, you are ruthless, just like me."
Qiu Qiu simply suspected that senior brother Wang Frame frame was avenging his own personal revenge.
Just kidding, Qiu Qiu is not someone who can't stand criticism, and he has been groping on this road alone before, so he is definitely not as good as a professional. He took a small notebook and wrote down the comments from his senior brother and teacher, and planned to think about it after going home.
Although Fu Ruien bought 100 class hours of guidance for Qiu Qiu at one go, the class schedule was not intensive. He only arranged three hours of class from 7:00 am to 10:00 am a day. At other times, Teacher Gong had business to deal with.
As a teacher, Ms. Gong is very strict with her students. She requires Qiu Qiu to arrive at the classroom at 5:30 every morning to practice breathing, and to practice vocal skills by herself after returning home every afternoon, just like Wang frame.
In addition, she also made a sports schedule for Qiu Qiu, requiring him to run for an hour every day and do a hundred sit-ups before going to bed. The former enhances cardiopulmonary function, while the latter exercises abdominal stability. Singing is actually very energy-consuming. If you don't have a strong body, singing with a high concentration for half an hour is enough to deprive your brain of oxygen.
Where did Qiu Qiu think that the after-school homework was actually exercising? He hasn't played since he was hit with a broken bone in football class...
But this frustration only lasted for a few seconds and then disappeared. He came to learn art, not to enjoy it. He thought bitterly: In elementary school, music class and physical education class were always occupied by Chinese, mathematics and English, so let's take it as a way to make up for childhood.
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The first day of class ended earlier than expected. Qiu Qiu called his godfather. He originally planned to take a taxi home after reporting. Unexpectedly, Fu Ruien happened to be discussing business nearby, so he decided to pick him up for dinner. lunch.
It was clear that it was less than six hours since we separated in the morning, but Qiu Qiu felt that it had been a long time, and when he thought of seeing his godfather again at noon, Qiu Qiu's exhaustion disappeared.
When the familiar car stopped by the side of the road, Qiu Qiu, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly opened the back door and rushed up. The air conditioner was turned on in the car, blowing away the heat of waiting for him under the scorching sun.
There was a layer of sweat on his forehead, and Fu Ruien felt sorry for him, so he put a bottle of ice mineral water on the side of his neck to help him cool down, but in the end he shrank his neck from the cold, trying to crawl into his shell like a little turtle .
But he has no shell, he only has Fu Ruien.
So Fu Ruien smoothly exchanged a bottle of ice water for the benefits of letting Qiu Qiu fall into his arms.
The driver in the front seat and He Yu in the passenger seat sat upright, staring at the road ahead without turning their eyes, as if they didn't know that the two big living people in the back seat had been glued together with glue.
It's not easy to work in this world, you have to pretend you can't see what you should see—Xiao Niencao takes the initiative to let the old cow eat it, so the ducks in their neighbor's house will stop croaking.
The temperature of the air conditioner in the car was very low, and the sweat on Qiu Qiu's back was blown dry in a short while. Fu Ruien squeezed his palms, and felt relieved when he saw that his little hands were no longer hot.
Qiu Qiu was full of interest in the conversation. He introduced his new brother Wang Frame to his godfather, and also focused on the allusions in Wang Tingxie's name.
These two characters are very uncommon, and Fu Rui'en didn't know them. Qiu Qiu didn't dislike his godfather's illiteracy, so he took his palm and wrote stroke by stroke in his palm.
The boy's slightly long nails slid gently across the man's palm, and the last stroke seemed to be a small hook, which happened to catch his pulse.
Fu Ruien turned his palm and grabbed Qiu Qiu's fingertips, pretending to tease: "We Qiuqiu are so smart, whose little dictionary is perfect?"
Qiu Qiu groaned for a long time, then whispered: "Godfather's family..."
Fu Ruien really wanted to put this little dictionary in his pocket and take it with him wherever he went.
"How was the class today? Did Teacher Gong teach well?" Fu Ruien was so stupid that his father got on top of him and asked Qiu Qiu to tell him what he had learned in class.
Qiu Qiu was full of knowledge and was worried that there was no place to talk about it. When his godfather asked, he poured out all of it, and after he finished speaking, he looked at Fu Ruien expectantly, his eyes filled with "I listened carefully in class, Godfather, please praise me!"
Fu Ruien naturally fulfilled his wish, hugging him in his arms for a good meal of gentle kneading, and the temperature on Qiu Qiu's body that had finally come down rose again.
Fu Rui'en's gentleness has always been domineering, and Qiu Qiu repented halfway and wanted to escape, so he pressed his precious son's waist tightly with both hands, and forced him not to let him leave him by one centimeter.
Qiu Qiu was shy and impatient, and when he raised his eyes, he finally realized that there were two big living people in the front seat. The big living people were actually silently looking at the situation behind him. Be careful and met Qiu Qiu's eyes in the rearview mirror.
Before Qiu Qiu could react, He Yu pressed the control panel with a quick "snap". In the blink of an eye, the baffle between the front and rear seats rose up, and the back seat completely became a private space.
In this way, no matter what games Sugar Son and Sugar Daddy are hiding inside, no one will be able to see them.
Qiu Qiu: "...QAQ!"
Fu Ruien chuckled, feeling that it was time to raise the salary of the secretary.