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Volume 5: Fallen Angel Chapter 707 Talent?

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    When Ji Fengjiao heard this, she turned away and said softly: "Don't say those nice things, I won't accept your tricks!" But everyone could hear that Ji Fengjiao's voice was choked with sobs. Indeed, how could outsiders know that they were sisters?  Where is the pain?  The Ji family needs their support. They don't even have the right to choose their own happiness. Not only most of the Ji family, but also their brothers are troublesome.  .  .  Fortunately, now that Zhao Qi intervened in the wedding, the Ji sisters can finally breathe a sigh of relief.  Although Ji Fengjiao also felt that the teacher was not serious and just said some very ordinary things, looking at Blanche's reaction, it seemed that she couldn't bear it!  The female teacher sighed and stopped talking about Blanche.  After all, she also somewhat understands Blanche¡¯s feelings. Whether it is singing, writing a book, or acting, every beginner will have this arrogant habit.  I feel like if I sing a few songs, read a few books, or do a few passable poss, I will be invincible and become a new generation of giants and superstars.  But in the end, 99% of such people will be beaten to pieces.  She was also hit back then, and she still vividly remembers that feeling. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Seriously, a singer?  The dream she once had was also infinitely close to that dream.  It's a pity that firstly, she is not good-looking, secondly, she has no power or influence, and she has no money.  Sometimes, the ideal is full and the reality is backbone.  ¡°In comparison, what she said to Blanche didn¡¯t seem so serious.  At first, an old man attacked her and said: If she can sing fire in her life, then he will jump into the river and commit suicide.     good.  She really has no fire in her life.  But compared to her satisfaction, she felt that her life was worth it, at least she had left a mark.  She does not regret her choice.  She is still engaged in music creation and has a relatively good reputation. She is a powerful figure.  It¡¯s a pity that she will never have the chance to come to the stage in this life.  But she still has no regrets, and even thanks music for enriching her life and making her spiritual world more fulfilling.  I have to say that Ji Fengjiao is looking for someone.  It is true that I was not framed to find a mediocre person.  Of course, the female teacher patted Blanche on the shoulder and smiled: "Well, if you are gifted, why do you need me as a teacher? If you are born to sing, then I will starve to death." Blanche  Wiping away tears with two small hands, she looked up at the female teacher and said softly: "Oh. Hmm!" "I remember back then. I was almost the same as you. But look now" After saying that, the female teacher cleared her throat and followed the instructions.  The song Blanche had just sung was sung again. The sound was melodious and melodious, especially the singing method, which even a layman like Zhao Qi found very pleasant.  "How's it going?" "Teacher, you sing so beautifully!" It's easy to convince Blanche, this little girl.  The female teacher showed a kind smile and said: "As long as you work hard, you can definitely be better than me. As long as you are willing to work hard." "Well, I will definitely work harder!" Blanche immediately became more motivated.  Restore confidence.  But she didn't know that the female teacher was much more talented than she was back then.  Similarly, this female teacher didn¡¯t know how much impact accepting these two beauties as students today would have on her in the future.  "Next, you can try singing too. Choose a song you like and one you are willing to sing." The female teacher named Jia said to Nangong Nayue.  Nangong thought about it twice that month. She hummed inaudibly, then frowned, seeming a little embarrassed.  "What's wrong with Na Yue? It's okay. If you don't sing well, the teacher won't criticize you." Blanche encouraged Nangong Na Yue.  Nangong Nayue whispered with a hint of embarrassment: "Well, teacher, I can't remember the lyrics!" "" Blanche's eyes widened, and she didn't know what to say. What should she do if she didn't know the lyrics?  Teacher Jia shook his head and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, just use humming instead." "Yeah." Nangong Nayue started to sing: "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh~" Just after he spoke, he just  Seeing the clear light spreading throughout the classroom, the whole classroom is like spring snow, holy and natural.  The vine outside the window heard the singing, stretched out its delicate strips, and climbed into the window.  The somewhat old walls of the entire classroom seemed to have been coated with a layer of white paint, making them extremely bright.  Chirp!  The birds outside the window landed on the windowsill one after another, unwilling to leave for a long time, and the whole song came from the teacher.It spread everywhere, cleaning the hearts of students in the entire college.  Even the teacher Jia in front of her was motionless. Tears were flowing, soaking the frame on the bridge of her nose. She seemed to have recalled many good and regretful things.  "How is such a talent possible?!" Teacher Jia plopped and sat down on the ground.  Once upon a time, she also heard that some people were not born with a good voice, but were born with a voice that could move people.  It can be said that there is no such person in millions!  You must know that singing, in the end, is not about how beautiful the sound is, but about how the listener can feel the mood of the singer, and finally resonates with the singer and himself.  This sense of resonance is sometimes very directional, and sometimes it is refreshing and moisturizing.  The strong sense of resonance will only become boring as the song is repeated more and more times.  But the kind of tune that does not rely on lyrics, but relies purely on melody, and the tune that resonates inexplicably with the heart and thoughts will be immortal forever!  Now, she feels that such a genius has appeared in front of her.  Nangong Nayue just hummed softly, and she felt as if she had been purified by something. There was no need for any lyrics or melody at all.  At the same time, Nangong Nayue¡¯s humming tune indirectly caused countless students who were preparing to use their bodies to gain dominance to reject the director¡¯s unspoken invitation.  Countless students gathered outside the window and looked at Nangong Nayue inside.  Not just boys, but girls too.  "She is an angel!" In the corridor, a male student with a decadent expression, dull eyes, and disheveled hair fell to his knees with a plop, muttering to himself constantly, and prostrated.  After worshiping, when he got up again, he saw that this man was radiant and seemed to have the courage to live.  When people around him saw this scene, they were also a little surprised and started to comment: "Isn't this the guy in the third grade who was dumped by the school belle, whose parents died in a car accident, and whose family property was taken over by relatives? I heard that he committed suicide several times, why now  "Don't tell me, I feel like hearing this voice is full of hope for living." Another student looked admiringly at Nangong Nayue, who was still humming softly in the classroom with his eyes closed.  (To be continued)
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