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When Yun Zhiye has nothing to do, he often pays attention to some star singers collectively, which is equivalent to giving them a support.
Among them is Zhu Qing'an.
With a ding on Weibo, Zhu Qing'an sent another message.
Zhu Qing'an v: [I'm going to participate in that singing competition soon. I want to sing this song, but I don't know how good it is. Can you give me some pointers? It doesn't matter if you don't have time. ¡¿
Yun Zhiye: ""
He is very old, and his thinking cannot keep up with the trend, which caused him to be gradually buried in the music scene. This is also the reason why no one has ever asked him to be a master, even though his skills are really good.
But He was a little surprised this time, this little star whom he had never met before would choose to let himself give advice.
Yun Zhiye clicked on the music package sent by the other party-
Play.
A very young and soft boyish voice came out leisurely, with ancient and mysterious lyrics, like a breeze blowing from a remote valley, wafting in Yun Zhiye's ears.
The song is over.
Yun Zhiye couldn't help but click on loop to play again.
Not only was the boy's voice pleasant to hear, but the lyrics in it also made Yun Zhiye pause.
The lyrics are very familiar.
The songs from the ancient earth have long been lost in the interstellar migration of human beings.
Today, there are even fewer songs composed in ancient earth languages.
Most young people today don't know this kind of song.
The only person who can recognize him may be an old man like Yun Zhiye who is in his twilight years.
Yun Zhiye closed his eyes and listened carefully to the boy's singing. The young man's soft humming was like a small feather, sweeping across his heart, leaving a touch of icing sugar.
¡ª¡ªThe youthful and clean voice is enough to participate in the draft.
He didn't know how those young people would react when they heard songs sung in this language. But the moment he spoke to the young man, his long-silent heart throbbed suddenly.
He seems to have returned to the ancient earth that his parents said, the world with lush foliage and warm spring flowers.
Yun Zhiye was so excited that he forgot to reply to Zhu Qingan. He downloaded the music package and jumped to the communication software.
He has a group of very good old friends in various fields, who are the same age as him, and have heard stories about the ancient earth.
He uploads the music package to the communication group.
[Yun Zhiye: I met a child on Weibo who sang a song in the language of the ancient earthI didn't expect that there are still young people willing to sing this kind of song, it's great. ¡¿
¡ª¡ªTwo minutes later.
The communication group exploded.
[Old Yun, thank you for recommending this song, it¡¯s so good! ¡¿
[I feel like crying, it reminds me of my mother who died on the ancient earth. ¡¿
[I'm a little moved, but there are still people singing this kind of song, support! ¡¿
[What's the name of the young man who sang this song? ¡¿
Yun Zhiye suddenly remembered that he was only paying attention to the song and forgot that the singer was still waiting for his guidance¡ª¡ª
He also doesn't know what the draft that the teenager will participate in is going on.
He frowned, and clicked into Zhu Qing'an's Weibo.
Zhu Qing'an is going to participate in a talent show called Starlight Singing.
The show officially conducted a personal popularity vote.
Zhu Qing'an's name is lying pitifully at the bottom of the ranking
Yun Zhiye returned to the communicator with the voting Weibo link.
Yun Zhiye: [This kid's name is Zhu Qing'an. He wants to use this song to participate in a singing competition, but because he is a newcomer, the popularity vote is not very good. If anyone likes it, you can go to support it#±ÈÈüLINK#]
No one in this group doesn't like Zhu Qing'an's song. In addition, most of the group members are big figures in various fields, with extensive connections.
They spread a little bit of publicity in their own small circle¡ª¡ª
Overnight.
Zhu Qing'an's popularity suddenly rose several places, and she counterattacked to the front row.
The "spots" who ridiculed Zhu Qing'an for being unpopular and fans before were also completely shocked.
*
"How can it be¡¡"
A young man with red hair was facing the light brain with a pale complexion.
The red-haired young man is a new artist in Mengbao Entertainment. He is on the rise, but a talented Zhu Qingan appears on the way, and the company's attention is shifted to Zhu Qingan
BookIt is very likely that the resources that belong to him will also fall on Zhu Qing'an.
When he learned that Zhu Qing'an was going to participate in the most famous singing competition in the empire, he was very uneasy.
But when he saw that Zhu Qing'an's popularity ranking was at the bottom of the draft, he was a little happyand gloating.
He took this opportunity to use trumpets one after another to add fuel to the fire on Zhu Qing'an's Weibo, all kinds of satirizing the other party's lack of popularity are useless¡ª¡ª
Zhu Qing'an, who has never sung before and is not as popular as others, will definitely be embarrassed because of this draft.
Before going to bed last night, he was very proud.
But when he woke up.
Everything has changed.
Zhu Qingan's popularity soared, and he counterattacked to the front row.
This also means that Zhu Qing'an will be seen by more people and have more exposure. When participating in the draft, there will definitely be many people supporting
At that time, Zhu Qing'an will take his place in the company
The redhead's hands trembled and his mind went blank.
In the confusion, he dialed his friend's communication.
"Brother. I can't take it anymore. Help me out with any amount of money. Don't let Zhu Qing'an take my place"
*
Zhu Qing'an sent an invitation to listen to the song to the little fans he picked at random, but the little fans didn't respond for a long time.
He frowned, subconsciously thinking that the other party didn't want to hear it. He sighed lightly, turned on the tape recorder again, practiced a few more songs, took a shower and fell asleep.
Woke up the next day.
Zhu Qing'an unexpectedly received a response.
Yun Zhiye: [I heard the song, it's very nice! #picture#¡¿
The accompanying picture is a simple emoji package used only by the elderly, a lotus flower with a few glittering "Long Live Friendship".
Zhu Qing'an: ""
But at least the other party praised himself.
He chuckled, showing a pair of small canine teeth.
Zhu Qing'an v: [Thank you! ! I will work hard! ¡¿
Yun Zhiye: [Grandpa cheered you up#ÅÄÅÄ#]
Zhu Qing'an: ""
grandfather¡¡
Zhu Qing'an v: [um~ thank you. ¡¿
The other party used "grandpa" as the title, Zhu Qing'an subconsciously took it as a joke.
He didn't click on the other party's Weibo, and he had no idea that the other party was a real grandfather and a big shot in the singing world.
Zhu Qing'an turned off Weibo, stretched lazily, got out of bed and got dressed.
Today's weather is fine and the sun is shining brightly. The cubs came to roll and rest on the grass early, letting the sun warm their fur.
He walked into the kitchen and made breakfast for the cubs with the ingredients that had just been delivered.
At the same time, he also made himself something to eat.
Milk honey bean cake, served with a bowl of light millet porridge.
He loves to eat these sweet gadgets very much. He always feels that sweet things can bring people a very sweet mood and luck.
Zhu Qing'an was eating breakfast and suddenly remembered his teacher
I don't know if the teacher had breakfast, but he still has to ask the other party if he wants strawberry puffs
Zhu Qing'an quickly opened the communication.
¡¾Strawberry Cake: Teacher, Good Morning Duck! ¡¿
[Anonymous: Good morning. ¡¿
[Strawberry Cake: Teacher, you teach very well. I sang to others, and they praised me. happy. ¡¿
A routine rainbow fart every day.
[Anonymous: Yes. ¡¿
[Strawberry Puffs: Teacher, do you want to eat strawberry puffs? The kind of small dessert that bites the meringue and the strawberry jam inside will flow all over your mouth. ¡¿
[Anonymous: Thank you. I don't like sweet things very much. ¡¿
[Strawberry Cake: I can also make sour desserts. You can try yogurt sugar free cake. ¡¿
[Anonymous: There are so many things you can do. ¡¿
The corners of Zhu Qing'an's lips rose.
The other party was silent for a while, and sent a new message.
[Anonymous: What kind of friends do you have in real life? ¡¿
This is Qin Hengyi's most curious question, and it is also his purpose of hooking up with Zhu Qing'an anonymously.
The fact that Zhu Qing'an was confessed made his sense of security greatly reduced.
This time Zhu Qing'an unintentionally mentioned "singing for others", which made him more sensitive.
Zhu Qingan stared at this question and was stunned.
He has few friends.
The only people who can be regarded as friends are those little fans who are keen to support him.
[Strawberry Cake: Well, I have a group of little fans, they love me very much, they are my friends. ¡¿
[Anonymous: Little fan? What does 'they love you' mean? ? ¡¿
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Why don't paper men like sweets =v=? Because Ann is better than sweets. Just roll/take off your clothes, throw them into the bathtub and wash them in vain, then roll them up with a bath towel, push them down on the plate, and then get ready to poke Ann's chopsticks~~ After poking out the juice that is sweeter than sweets, you can start eat it! ///3//(Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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