As the person involved, Le Zhengling also collapsed for a moment.
"Old Wei, what did you do to this lady?" He subconsciously touched his throat.
Hmm...very good, my vocal cords are fine, it seems I can still speak.
But why can Wei Cheng imitate his own voice?
Le Zhengling was not angry this time, but felt a strong sense of doubt. The brown hair on her head also turned into the shape of a question mark, and she was confused.
Wei Cheng smiled at her and continued to speak in a tone very similar to Yule Zhengling's:
"A'Ling, how about you try to sing a lyric now? Just any song will do, and you will understand the meaning of me becoming like this."
"..."
Le Zhengling pondered for a moment, pouted her lips, and glanced at Wei Cheng indifferently,
"Hmph! This time, I will trust you this time~ But...Old Wei, if I find out that you are lying to me, you should understand the consequences."
Leaving behind a cold remark, Le Zhengling did not waste any time. She cleared her throat and sang a line of lyrics: "Cicada Shiyu~ turns into light ink to accentuate the dusk."
"Permeating ~ outlining the footprints and ruts." As if it was agreed in advance, when Le Zhengling sang the first line of lyrics, the second line of the entire song came out along Wei Cheng's throat.
Come on, two people from different places, but almost the same singing voices surround each other, and there is even a faint tendency to resonate, and they want to evacuate the entire room.
Le Zhengling, on the other hand, stopped singing in surprise and looked at Wei Cheng with a surprised look on his face, with a strange look on his face.
"What's wrong? A'ling, won't you continue singing?"
Wei Cheng still had that plain smile on his face, smiling brightly. Seeing that Le Zhengling had stopped singing, he also stopped.
"..."
Le Zhengling first looked at Wei Cheng in surprise for a while. After confirming that nothing unusual had happened, she continued to sing the next line of lyrics:
"Laughter, saturated with floating water~"
"Through the window, the city is blurred~"
"..."
"..."
"???"
Suddenly, Le Zhengling stopped singing again. This time, she was finally convinced that the previous sound was not her imagination.
Damn it!
This is even more accurate than an answering machine!
As soon as he started, Wei Cheng would sing the next line of lyrics in Le Zhengling's own voice, and he could continue to sing the song on Le Zhengling's behalf without any prompting from A-Ling!
Thinking of this, Le Zhengling had a vague guess in her heart. With a doubtful tone, she no longer sang the lyrics, but read out the lyrics:
"Playing the guitar and humming songs in four beats?"
"……(silence)"
Sure enough, this time, Lao Wei did not continue singing along, but looked at Yue Zhengling quietly, with an expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
"A'Ling, now you should understand what I can do to help you now, right?"
After confirming that Le Zhengling had stopped singing, Wei Cheng spoke again, unknowingly changing back to his original male voice, and smiled at Le Zhengling:
"It doesn't matter if you are shy, Aya. As long as I use the ability of the singer to resonate, I can imitate or even restore my own voice."
"That is to say, when we record later, A-Ling, as long as you start the song, I can help you sing the whole song. This is absolutely no problem. It depends on whether you agree, A-Ling?"
That’s right!
As a warrior who made a contract with the other party, Wei Cheng has been able to imitate A Ling's voice since Le Zheng Ling took the step of becoming a quasi-singer!
From the past, Wei Cheng has been thinking about what the so-called essence of a singer is.
Now, he got the answer.
Whether they are singers or potential users, their essence is voice!
Although Ah Ling has not yet become a singer, she is already a quasi-singer, which means that she has already half-stepped into the realm of singers. At this level, Wei Cheng can naturally rely on the sound energy channel.
, imitating Le Zhengling’s voice in all aspects.
Wei Cheng even seriously doubted that in the future, when Yanhe and Xinhua became a quasi-singer, would he be able to have the voices of many people at once like Le Zhengling?
I'm afraid...the probability is very high!
"Wait a minute! Old Wei, so you are saying that as long as A Ling is willing, you can help her sing this song? Is that what you mean?"
Luo Tianyi also noticed the malleability of the situation and immediately understood the meaning of Wei Cheng's words.
"That's right!"
Wei Cheng said proudly: "As long as A-Ling doesn't mind, I can help her at any time, even helping A-Ling sing the entire song!"
"As for the power of songs... don't worry! I have already asked the master first. As a contract warrior, the songs I sing, the popularity and sound power of the songs will eventually return to A Ling's
I don’t need anything like this at all.”
"In other words, I am now Le Zhengling's substitute messenger DA~"
boom!
As Wei Cheng held his head, Le Zhengling silently retracted the small fist she had just punched out, and breathed out slightly.
Make you skinny!
Huh! No matter how powerful Old Wei is, let’s give him a beating first!
At this moment, Le Zhengling's face had returned to calmness, and the blush gradually faded away, but in her mind, the words Wei Cheng had just said lingered around for a long time.
"As long as you are willing, A-Ling, as long as I help you get started, I can help you continue singing. It won't even be a problem to finish the whole song!"
Is this...what I want?
Logically speaking, if this guy Lao Wei can help her sing such shameful lyrics, Le Zhengling should be happy.
But at this moment, when she heard that Wei Cheng was willing to sing this song on her behalf, Le Zhengling felt an involuntary sense of frustration in her heart.
This is my song!
I don’t even dare to try to sing my own songs, so I have to leave them to others?
Can such an evasive person really become a singer?
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Soon, Luo Tianyi's little face appeared in Le Zhengling's mind.
Tianyi always praises herself for being so brave. Even in the face of many hardships and even losing her voice, the invincible Aya can still stand up again, pick up the guitar, and embrace her favorite music!
But... Tianyi, do you know? In my eyes, you are the strong person!
No matter what kind of obstacles he encounters, he can keep smiling, calmly put on his iconic pigtails, and walk on stage to face the audience.
Even during the live broadcast, in the face of criticism from countless black fans, and her vocal range was about to collapse, Luo Tianyi still smiled and showed her cute side to the fans.
At least, in Yue Zhengling's mind, the so-called singer should be like Tianyi. No matter what situation she encounters, she should remain professional, devote herself to music, and have the courage to try. This is what a singer should be like.
That is her ideal singer!
"Maybe... I'm too worried."
"If you want to become a singer, how can you not give it a try?"
"In addition to winning the hearts of fans, I also have to have the consciousness to devote myself to Otokai. Compared with Tianyi, I still lack something..."
She smiled self-deprecatingly, and suddenly, Le Zhengling no longer resisted the music manuscript in front of her.
So what about shame!
If you don't make some changes, how will you know if you can do it?
At this moment, bits and pieces of data were flowing in Le Zhengling's eyes, and in the void, a delicate virtual flower bloomed, its fragrance overflowing, swaying throughout the world.
"!"
At this moment, several people around him were also startled and looked at Le Zhengling.
At this moment, this girl with dull brown hair strode forward with a confident smile, picked up the lyrics, and spoke in a firm tone:
"Old Wei, thank you for your kindness. But... regarding my own songs, I still plan to sing them myself."
"If you can imitate my voice, that would be even better!"
"With you as an assistant and Brother Wanzi responsible for the mixing, I believe you can show off the charm of this song!"
Le Zhengling's momentum changed.
At this moment, A'ya's brown pupils were filled with data, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers floating around her body. She no longer looked like a young girl of only sixteen years old, but more like a queen wearing high heels.
She is extremely proud and confident, as if there is nothing she cannot do in the world.
Seeing this scene, Wei Cheng also laughed.
It seems... A Ling is ready to wake up!
In this case, you don't have to think so much, and just concentrate on helping her!
"Yes, I'm happy to."
Bowing and saluting, Wei Cheng opened the door to the recording studio. After briefly explaining the secret of Le Zhengling's singing skills, he started to produce the song.