Chapter 147 Wang Luoqi: How do you fall in love with someone?

"Hey, Sister Wanqi, do you dislike the lyrics I wrote that are hot on your tongue? Can you straighten your tongue? There is no need for vibrato in the second verse. Why are you trembling so hard?"

"Hey, sister Wanqi, I know your skills are very good, but you don't want to show off your skills to me. There is no need to change the voice here, you just need to invest your emotions."

"Hey, I want you to be emotionally involved, not to have a ferocious expression on your face..."

In the recording room, Zhao Wanqi was practicing "The First Dream" over and over again, while Wen Yan stood aside with headphones on, helping her correct her mistakes like a teacher, with a very serious expression.

Wen Yan has always been very serious about music-related matters. He doesn't want his works to be ruined by others, even if that person is Zhao Wanqi.

However, Zhao Wanqi is not as bad as he said. On the contrary, her singing skills are very good and she is worthy of the praise given to her by her fans online.

Not long after she got the music score, she was able to sing with style. If she were on the front line of the ordinary singing world, she would never be able to do it at her level.

It can be seen from this small detail that Zhao Wanqi's basic skills are very solid and her singing skills are also very malleable. Wen Yan is also a little pleased with this. It seems that he has found a suitable singer for this song.

After Zhao Wanqi finished singing again, she blinked her big eyes and looked at Wen Yan expectantly, wanting to hear his approval as a songwriter.

But she was obviously disappointed.

Automatically ignoring the eldest sister's watery eyes, Wen Yan quickly took off the headphones and started to criticize again:

"Sister Wanqi, I know that your lung capacity is very large, so you don't have to control your breath deliberately. In the chorus part, you have to try to rise by a k. You were obviously a little out of breath just now..."

Although Zhao Wanqi sings well, Wen Yan does not show it easily. After all, there are not many opportunities to train Zhao Wanqi openly.

He enjoyed the process.

Besides, the faults he picked out were not random remarks. Zhao Wanqi did have some flaws in the points he mentioned, but they were not as serious as he said.

"Is my singing really that bad?" Zhao Wanqi frowned, obviously not believing it: "Are you using chicken feathers as arrows and deliberately trying to torment me?"

She is still confident in her singing skills, how could it be so full of loopholes as Wen Yan said?

"Sister Wanqi, please correct your attitude." Wen Yan said with a serious face: "For professional singers, music should be a very sacred thing."

"I admit that your singing is quite good now, and your singing skills should be at the level of Bai Jie's new songs, or even slightly better than hers, but are you willing to rely solely on tinkering to frustrate the fans like her?"

"Do you want to be a woman like her?" Wen Yan started to get angry.

"Of course I don't want to!" Zhao Wanqi jumped up on the spot like a frightened kitten, tightening her hips slightly, subconsciously standing against the speaker, as if seeking a sense of security.

"Why are you so excited?" Wen Yan was a little confused.

Zhao Wanqi's reaction was too great. She even pushed Bai Jie out of the first-line celebrity position. Hasn't she still recovered from the shadow of the past?

"No, it's nothing. I just think you are right. A professional singer with integrity cannot fool his fans."

Zhao Wanqi also realized her overreaction, and she hurriedly explained:

"Every fan who pays to download is my brother and sister, and I will work hard to satisfy them."

In fact, she just thought of the video Zhou Hongwei showed her and didn't want to be left...

Although it looked a bit fake, it was exactly what I wanted. Wen Yan said with a smile:

"That's right. We musicians should strive for excellence in music. I have higher requirements for you now because I also want you to produce a perfect work."

"Hmm, we must produce a perfect work." Zhao Wanqi clenched her fists and cheered herself up:

"After I take a rest for half an hour, we will continue practicing. Sister, I will fight until dawn tonight."

"Why are you taking a break? While the feeling you just had is still there, hurry over and continue practicing." Wen Yan pointed to the recording equipment.

"Then just take a rest for five minutes, my throat is about to smoke." Zhao Wanqi bargained.

"The new album will be released soon, and there is not much time left for you to practice slowly." Wen Yan said ruthlessly:

"Sister Wanqi, you don't want to disappoint your fans."

…

After successfully injecting Zhao Wanqi with blood, Wen Yan walked out of the recording room leisurely, leaving the eldest sister to struggle alone inside.

It's not that Wen Yan wants to be lazy, but Zhao Wanqi has now passed the initial running-in period. He has pointed out the flaws exposed during the singing process one by one, and Zhao Wanqi has to rely on Zhao Wanqi to practice the rest.

Looking at the time on his watch, Wen Yan silently calculated something in his heart.

At this moment, Xiao Qin, who had been waiting outside the recording room, came up to her with a confused look on her face:

"Senior Brother Wen, why did you come out of it so quickly?"

"When it's over, I'll come out naturally." Wen Yan said absently and perfunctorily.

"Wow, Sister Wanqi is so awesome." Xiao Qin covered her red lips and screamed.

"Well, it's pretty awesome..." Wen Yan was about to agree, but he suddenly reacted.

When these few sentences are combined together, I always feel that there is some ambiguity, and the little assistant's eyes are also a little strange.

"It's really hard work for Senior Wen for spending so much effort on Sister Wanqi." Xiao Qin continued to compliment.

Do you need to talk about the sacred matter of recording songs in such an ambiguous manner? Looking at the assistant in front of him, Wen Yan felt helpless.

In case the assistant said something shocking again, he decisively changed the subject: "Xiao Qin, I'm a little thirsty. Go get me a bottle of drink."

"Okay, okay." Xiao Qin ran towards the refrigerator in the corner: "Junior Brother Wen, what do you want to drink?"

"Oh, bring me a bottle of happy water."

"What is happy water?" Xiao Qin had a question mark on his forehead and froze in place while holding on to the refrigerator door.

Isn't this the kind of drink mixed with little blue pills? As a senior two-dimensional girl, the assistant began to think of the Eighteen Bans.

"Junior, please don't do this!" Xiao Qin was a little shy: "We are a serious studio, there is no such weird thing."

When did Coke become a contraband? Wen Yan was defeated by the assistant's brain circuit.

However, he soon realized that except for the people around him, no one in Blue Star seemed to know the meaning of "Happy Water".

"It's Coke!" Wen Yan explained.

"Oh, you should have told me earlier." Xiao Qin suddenly realized, took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, and ran back in a bound.

Looking at Xiao Qin's figure, Wen Yan also felt a little emotional. Times are developing and technology is advancing, but people's thoughts are becoming more and more complex. Girls who can't even jump without losing their center of gravity are familiar with strange knowledge points.

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Sure enough, everything has two sides.

While lamenting that the world is changing and people are not as old as they used to be, Wen Yan took the Coke handed over from Xiao Qin, unscrewed the bottle cap and drank half of the bottle in one breath.

Knowledgeable friends all know that the same bottle of Coke actually has three flavors:

The first sip, it is the happy water from the soles of your feet to the top of your head

The second sip, it was a mediocre carbonated drink.

The third sip is a sweet water that makes your mouth feel cloying.

Therefore, in line with the money-loving mentality of managing a household well, Wen Yan was prepared to kill two and a half dollars in one go.

At this moment, Zhao Wanqi, whose throat was about to smoke, quietly opened the door of the recording room and wanted to come out to get a drink of water.

In order to avoid being discovered by Wen Yan, she used chicken feathers as arrows. She walked very lightly like a little wild cat stealing food.

But as soon as she opened the door, she happened to see Wen Yan, who was gulping down happy water, and now the little wild cat's fur exploded.

"Wen Xiaoyan, shut up!"

Zhao Wanqi ran a few steps quickly, grabbed the Coke from Wen Yan's hand, frowned and scolded: "Who asked you to drink Coke."

"How many times has my sister told you not to drink carbonated drinks, otherwise you will not grow taller."

"Hiccup..." Wen Yan exhaled the gas in the happy water, his expression a little surprised.

Looking at the girl who was half a head shorter than him, he couldn't help but feel dumbfounded. He gestured with his hand to show their heights and said with a smile:

"Sister Wanqi, I have grown up now. I am 182cm tall. Can I grow any further and turn into a giraffe?"

Yes, this guy has grown up and is no longer the little baby that needs her care. Zhao Wanqi's beautiful eyes flashed with confusion. It was just her subconscious action just now.

Wen Yan loved to drink Coke when she was a child. Every time she saw him, she would give him a "brother-in-arms killing" to prevent him from developing bad habits.

"Huh, you're not allowed to drink anyway."

Zhao Wanqi picked up the tangerine peel water on the side and stuffed it into Wen Yan's arms: "You will also be a professional singer in the future, so you must remember to protect your voice."

So if I'm over thirty, are you going to "soak wolfberry in a thermos cup" for me? Looking at the tangerine peel water in the cup, Wen Yan's brows furrowed:

"Sister Wanqi, does this taste good?"

"Of course it tastes good. I have been drinking it for several years." Zhao Wanqi raised her chin and said with some pride: "That's why my sister can take good care of her throat. Unexpectedly, fans call me "Walking CD"

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"Huh, I don't know how that capitalist raises his children, so he doesn't know how to help you develop good living habits? If you had grown up with me, you would definitely not be as bad as you are now..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Wanqi's voice gradually became lowered until it was inaudible. The matter of Wen Yan being adopted by Wang Luoqi was a topic she did not want to mention.

In fact, she also wanted to adopt Wen Yan. If she had Wang Luoqi's financial strength, the big boy in front of her would have been raised by her.

Unfortunately, there is never if in the world.

The time when Wen Yan was adopted was when she was most embarrassed.

"Sister Luo Qi, she is very kind to me." Wen Yan said with a smile.

He glanced at his watch quietly again.

…

Yunqi Building, parking lot.

A sleek SUV has been parked here for a while, but the door has not been opened. The middle-aged security guard of the building originally wanted to come over to check, but he stopped when he saw the license plate ending in 666.

Bold ideas.

I can't afford to offend him. I can't afford to offend him. Nowadays, rich people have more tricks. If something bad happens, he, an ordinary worker, will not be able to bear it.

Of course Wang Luoqi didn't know what the middle-aged security guard was thinking. She was sitting in the driver's seat, staring blankly at the lights on the 18th floor of Yunqi Building.

Although she had never been to Zhao Wanqi's studio once, when the 18th-tier young artist first started to establish his own business, he often showed off in "Love each other as a family":

"Xiaoyan, my sister has opened a studio. From now on, I will be able to make a lot of money every day. If the capitalists don't treat you well, please come and join me."

"Xiaoyan, this is the address of my sister's studio. Remember to come and play when you have time."

Of course Wang Luoqi knew that Zhao Wanqi was trying to stab her, so she always chose to ignore it. It was just a small studio. Can its earning power compare with hers?

But I don’t know why, but she somehow remembered this address. Maybe this is because her memory is too good.

After staring blankly at the lights on the 18th floor for a while, Wang Luoqi suddenly wanted to find someone to chat with, so she took out her cell phone and dialed Wu Ruotong.

Her social circle is very small, so this eldest niece can be regarded as her close friend who talks about everything. As for Zhao Wanqi, the 18th-tier entertainer, she can only be regarded as an old enemy who quarrels with her.

"Hey, cousin, why did you suddenly remember to call me? This really flatters me." The girl's teasing voice came from the other side: "Isn't your brat making you angry again?"

"What kid? There are no rules." Wang Luoqi frowned: "You have to call me cousin."

"Okay, okay, let's call you cousin." Wu Ruotong said calmly, "Did my cousin make you angry again?"

"No." Wang Luoqi refused to admit it. She puffed out her cheeks and said, "He's so scared. How can he have the guts to make me angry?"

"What on earth is that?" Wu Ruotong was a little confused.

Wang Luoqi thought for a while and said: "I have a friend who has encountered some emotional difficulties recently. I want to ask you for help and some advice."

"Wow, cousin, have you finally thought about it?" Wu Ruotong said in surprise.

"Who is that man? Come on, tell me, tell me, is there a man in this world who can make your thousand-year-old iron tree bloom?"

"I told you it's not me, it's a friend of mine." Wang Luoqi corrected.

"Oh, I understand, I understand." A meaningful laughter came from the receiver: "Then what do you want to ask?"

"What does it mean to like someone?" Wang Luoqi asked hesitantly.

"Ah, cousin, you don't even know what it feels like to like someone?" Wu Ruotong's brain immediately went into panic.

"I'll ask you an answer, don't talk nonsense." Wang Luoqi gritted his teeth and said.

"Cousin, you are in a hurry, you are in a hurry..."

"Don't seek death!"

Wu Ruotong originally wanted to continue teasing, but thinking of Wang Luoqi's temper, she quickly returned to the topic:

"It's actually very simple to know if you've fallen in love with someone."

"Then how is she going to judge?"
Chapter completed!