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Chapter 42 It¡¯s really bad

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    If you want to show off your singing skills, you don¡¯t need to hesitate at all and just sing a song. You can¡¯t hide your singing skills.

    The problem with Han Jue's hesitation is that he doesn't know what song to sing.

    When Han Jue was thinking about what song to sing, all that came to his mind were songs he had heard in his previous life, and he almost blurted out and sang it.  Fortunately, he held it back. He felt something was wrong, so he hesitated.

    Since he hesitated, it meant that he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

    He was a creative person in his previous life, and he especially believed in feelings.  His girlfriend also said that his disease is that he cares too much about feelings, and ends up being led by feelings throughout his life.

    Han Jue responded with a smile. His name has the word "Jue" in it, so he doesn't dare to forget his roots.

    So every time his feelings pop up, Han Jue will pay great attention to it.

    Now he felt that it was inappropriate to sing the song of the past life. Even if he couldn't understand it now, Han Jue still believed that intuition was a quick judgment that had been tempered by thinking thousands of times.  trust yourself.

    "Sing what are you singing?" Han Jue twisted his tongue before saying the name of a song.

    "Ask you. What do you know?" Zhang Yiman has been completely diverted.

    Apart from songs from his previous life, Han Jue had not listened to a few non-rap songs in this life. He did not remember the unpleasant ones he had heard before. When he listened to some golden songs from this life, he was not yet sensitive to music at that time.  It's not like now, so all I remember is intermittently.

    Han Jue scratched his head and couldn¡¯t remember a song from this world.  They all planned to secretly escape, then quickly go to the computer to listen to a song and then come back.

    Otherwise, it is too strange that if you can't sing the capital of the world in this world.

    Fortunately, Han Jue finally remembered that he had heard the song sung by Zhang Yiman when they first met.

    "Sing the song you sang on the show this afternoon?" Han Jue said.

    "Can you do it?" Zhang Yiman asked curiously.

    "I still remember a few words" Han Jue was obviously confident, but he was still modest in the traditional Chinese style.  It has to be said that some of the behavioral habits left over from Han Jue's predecessor slowly, almost every once in a while, allowed Han Jue to experience what the so-called "cheating life" is like.  The more Han Jue used this body, the more places it was affected and changed.

    For example, today, when Han Jue heard Zhang Yiman sing for the first time, he memorized the music and lyrics.  Not to mention that later I thought the message was hidden in the lyrics and listened more carefully.  When Han Jue first came to this world, his ability in this area was not so sensitive.

    So now, as long as Han Jue recalls it for a moment, Zhang Yiman's song is still in his ears and fresh in his memory.

    Han Jue felt weird showing off his singing skills so seriously in front of others.  Especially the person listening on the other side looked prepared.

    He didn¡¯t sing in front of his girlfriend many times in his previous life, but now he finally started to sing in front of his girlfriend.

    "But you are a star in this life, you have to overcome it, don't be afraid!"  Without fear there is no courage.

    Han Jue plucked up the courage, pondered for a while, and cleared his throat.

    ¡°Don¡¯t clear your throat too often, it¡¯s not good for your throat.¡± Zhang Yiman had begun to assume the role of teacher and gave instructions calmly.

    "Pfft" Han Jue's courage, which he had finally gathered, immediately leaked out.

    "Okay." Han Jue rubbed his face.

    After Han Jue pondered for a while, he closed his eyes and sang softly.

    "If your wish can come true, please let me bear all the sorrow for you" Han Jue sang acapella, and the vibration of each vocal cord was transmitted to the other end of the phone through the microphone.

    "ah¡­¡­"

    Han Jue vaguely heard Zhang Yiman¡¯s whisper while singing, but after listening for a while he didn¡¯t hear Zhang Yiman speak, so he continued.

    ¡¾Could it be that you sang too well?  ] Han Jue felt a little proud.

    After singing the first sentence, his mentality became much better later on, and Han Jue felt that he was about to enter the best state.

    "I can still endure this level of pain, and I can paint the future with a brush"

    "Uncle." Zhang Yiman interrupted calmly.

    "Huh?" Han Jue opened his eyes on the other end of the phone, confused.

    "You, your singing is really terrible. Apart from your beautiful voice, you are absolutely useless. I believe you." Zhang Yiman confirmed while suppressing a smile.

    Han Jue is not happy!

    ??"Why don't you suspect that I deliberately sang so poorly?" Han Jue felt that this silly girl was so shameless. She couldn't learn anything better, and she didn't want to learn to tell the truth.

    "Uncle, you are too amateur. For a person who is good at singing to sing like you, it is simply more difficult than to sing well, 4.6 times more difficult." Zhang Yiman explained with a smile.

    "Come on, come on, tell me carefully how to calculate four point six times." Han Jue's face was indifferent. He felt that he was being made fun of by a silly girl. This was simply a great shame and humiliation.  At the same time, I feel ashamed of my own narcissism.

    "Hehe. Maybe this song is too difficult. Uncle, do you want to change it and sing it again?"

    Heehee, you are so tall.

    "I haven't listened to the other songs that much. I only know this one. Besides, it would be too cruel of you to repeatedly prove that I am not good at singing." Han Jue said helplessly.  He has already accepted the fact that he is a poor singer, and there is no need to cause secondary harm.

    "I'll give you a chance to prove yourself."

    "I won't sing anymore. Anyway, you believe me now. When will Teacher Xiao Zhang teach me singing? Also, you have to continue teaching me guitar. I think you teach me very well and are very responsible."  ." Han Jue changed the topic.

    "Hehe, is that so? Really? I also think, uncle, you are very perceptive and will be a good student!" Zhang Yiman focused on [teaching well] and [being very responsible].

    "No matter where you are, you can teach me well."

    "No, no, I can only teach well if my uncle can learn well." Zhang Yiman happily cooperated with the teacher, just like the old farmer uncle she saw in the TV series who was praised by the mayor.

    "Let's skip the part of complimenting each other." Han Jue suggested expressionlessly.

    He won¡¯t be able to stand hanging up the phone if he keeps playing.

    "Hehe." Zhang Yiman smiled as if she was not the one crying just now.

    In the end, the two of them agreed on a self-study theoretical course in singing and hung up the phone.

    Han Jue sat back on the sofa and picked up the guitar again.

    Based on the fact that he has been cheating so much these days, he can roughly apply formulas to analyze the melody in his mind bit by bit.

    Han Jue held the guitar in his arms, pondered for a while, and then plucked the strings.

    According to the melody in my memory, I played "Little Star" first, and then "Two Tigers".

    Han Jue was very satisfied, it was almost as good as he had in his impression.  I feel that I have made great progress, and I think "Hotel California" or something like that will pop up in the not-too-distant future.

    Then Han Jue began to sharpen his teeth on the ordinary pop songs in his mind, eager to try them out.

    ¡°It¡¯s just that after he played it a few times, he became more and more jerky. Sometimes he would get stuck on a detail and try it several times with different sounds.  Even in some vague places, he had to piece it together and complete it himself.

    The stumbling and stumbling playing made Han Jue want to drop the piano.  The melody floating in my mind just can't fall on the strings.

    ??????Irritability.

    "Fortunately, I didn't try to do anything in front of professionals.  ] Han Jue was glad that he didn't sing the song of his previous life in front of Zhang Yiman just now.  Putting aside the risk of the melody being stolen, although Sha Niu looks silly, Han Jue is still not so easy to test someone with these biggest secrets.

    Let¡¯s just talk about the creative perspective.  You have such mature lyrics and music, but you can¡¯t play them. What¡¯s going on?  Where is the creative process of inspiration, work-in-progress, and demos?

    If you say it is your own original work, you will be laughed at.

    Han Jue exclaimed that it was a good thing that he resisted the desire to pretend to be in front of the indigenous people in this world.

    There is a saying in numerology and metaphysics that if virtue is not matched, there will be disaster.

    Han Jue believes that the things in his memory from his previous life are his most precious possessions, that¡¯s right.  But before there is a way to control those things, those things that appear in this world will only bring trouble to Han Jue.

    There is not much time left for Han Jue now!

    ?Then, just continue practicing step by step.

    Han Jue picked up the guitar and continued to practice with the video.

    ¡­¡­

    Zhang Yiman hung up the phone on the other side, lying in a room filled with a pink and girlish atmosphere, holding a husky doll, looking at the chandelier on the ceiling and thinking about something.

    "However, after thinking for a long time, I couldn't seem to think anything clearly. I could only toss and turn on the big bed, which was very painful.

    Then, after taking turns playing with the dolls on the bed, Zhang Yiman finally sat up like a carp.

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