The prelude began, and Li Ying took the initiative to sing the beginning.
Lan Jingyu leaned on the sofa and looked at the screen lazily, tapping his fingers lightly and tapping.
He didn't say he would, nor did he say he wouldn't, but Li Ying felt that he definitely wouldn't.
The whole song is adapted, most of it is the Chinese part of Red High Heels, and a small part is in English.
When Li Ying finished singing, it was Lan Jingyu's turn, and he didn't speak.
Li Ying was so proud that she rushed to sing his part.
Lan Jingyu leaned to the side, curling his lips and saying nothing, with a look of laziness and evil in his brows.
Li Ying sang happily and immediately rushed to his eyes as soon as she finished.
"Hey, you don't sing, is it because your English is not good, or because you haven't heard this song?"
Lan Jingyu clicked his tongue, "Uncultured and old-fashioned, I can't do it."
Li Ying couldn't keep her mouth shut, "Okay, you guys are just messing around in the street and uneducated. I can understand that. You are already considered literate. Don't feel inferior."
Lan Jingyu raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, "Let's change it to another one. I'll find some confidence."
Li Ying: "That Pig Man just now?"
Lan Jingyu curled his lips and stood up to order a song without saying anything to her.
Same song.
Li Ying was surprised, "Don't you know how to do it?"
"You sing the foreign part."
"Can you speak Chinese?"
"Try it."
Hey, he's still determined to give up. The young man has a strong sense of self-esteem.
As the prelude started, Lan Jingyu opened a bottle of drink and leaned on the sofa.
Li Ying threw the microphone to him, "Hurry up, sing."
She is not a bad person, and she still wants to encourage him this time.
But when Lan Jingyu's voice came from the speaker, she was stunned.
The Chinese part is red high-heeled shoes. This song is sung by a girl. His voice is very magnetic, not deep and thick. After being deliberately lowered, it has a bit of sexiness, which is different.
Li Ying blinked, surprised.
Can this guy sing?
The man noticed her gaze and gave her a playful look.
Bang, bang!
The Chinese part ended soon, and it was the turn of the foreign language part.
Li Ying intended to win the game, but as soon as the subtitles came out, she was immediately dumbfounded.
What the hell.
French?
The backup singer has already started, but she hasn't started singing yet.
A man's soft tut came from the speaker, full of ridicule. She gritted her teeth and wanted to retaliate against him, but turned her head and saw her thin lips parted.
Then, standard French came out, every time it was pressed, not a single sound was lost.
Li Ying:???
Seeing her funny and shocked expression, Lan Jingyu didn't hold back. He laughed softly, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and threw away the microphone.
He turned to her and waved to her lazily.
Li Ying did not move, still maintaining a shocked expression of "out of touch".
The man put down his hand, picked up the microphone and shouted to her: "You don't sing, is it because your French is not good, or because you haven't heard this song?"
Li Ying: "..."
The music had come to the end. Lan Jingyu took the microphone, hummed the tune, and sang twice casually, but they both sounded good.
Li Ying stared at him, still feeling incredible.
When the box became quiet, Lan Jingyu snapped his fingers in front of her eyes.
Li Ying shook her head and her soul came back.
"Do you speak French?"
She had heard him make phone calls in English, but communication and singing were two different things, so she just laughed at him. Now it seemed that he was just teasing her.
Lan Jingyu looked at her and asked maliciously: "You can't do it? I thought you could."
Li Ying snorted.
She crossed her arms across her chest, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt like something was going on, "You guys are just fools, why are you so curled up?"