In fact, the song that Yu Xianzhisheng picked from memory at first was not "Red Hot Chili Peppers", but "Lemon". The reason why he gave up was simple - "Lemon" required too much reverberation, unless
It was only by giving him a piano that he could have various accompaniments, and the five-color tones of Bozi Soda obviously did not meet the requirements.
In addition, the song "Red Hot Chili Peppers" was more lively and upbeat. From the corner of his eye, he just caught Kuromu Tong crying and wanted to sing a fun song to make her happy.
Yuxian is so immature, how can he be so stable?
Just like the reason why he played "Original Scenery of Hometown" with a soda bottle instead of using a hand xun or the Mongolian throat flute he had practiced.
If he chooses the latter two, he doesn't even need to carry a Bozi soda bottle, he just has hands and a voice.
The main thing is to consider the level of the people below. If you use two hands to blow an octave high, these people will definitely dismantle their own throats to see if there is a player buried inside.
Yes, those two items were too stunning, so he didn't dare to use them, for fear of scaring the Muggles below. After all, he had just been brought back from the orphanage, and his peaceful and peaceful life had not even lasted a full day. He didn't want to
Become a research slice.
“Do you really don’t need an instrument?”
Principal Kazuki Sawano once again questioned the young student Yuzuru.
This temperamental old man is looking forward to Yu Xian's performance more than anyone else. If this performance is even more amazing than the previous one, then this year Kazuki Sawano will be able to perform in the East just with Yu Xing's student alone.
The Grand Art Headquarters walks sideways.
"No need." Yuxian Zhisheng placed the bottles in his hand and adjusted the order.
Yuzuru's junior classmate's words were brief, and he only said one or two sentences and nothing else. Sawano Kazuki only wanted to stay next to him and have a casual chat with him, so that he could take advantage of his lens and let the people in the headquarters see it.
I saw how harmonious the relationship between the two people was. But Yu Xian was not aware of Sawano Kazuki's little thoughts, so he said that he didn't need it and stopped criticizing him.
"Give him a close-up of the camera." Sawano Kazuki walked backstage and directed the videographer named Itakura. "Let the kids down there who rely on family help take a good look at how he works seriously."
Itakura nodded fiercely: "Please rest assured, the main cameras of the three cameras have been arranged and all are filming him."
"Machine No. 1 is taking pictures of his side face, machine No. 2 is taking pictures of his hand movements, and only machine No. 3 is taking a close-up shot." The female apprentice looked at the monitor and said, "Master, where are you taking pictures of him?"
Better looking?"
"You're still asking this?! What an idiot!" Itakura hit the female apprentice on the head with a newspaper. "You can take any photo you want, it will look good no matter how you take it."
"I know! I mean to take the best picture!" The female apprentice covered her head.
"Slap his lips, Itakura." Kazuki Sawano suddenly said, "Isn't he going to sing? Give his lips a close-up."
Lips?
Itakura was stunned.
"Let's shoot." Sawano Kazuki noticed Itakura's hesitation and said with a smile, "Currently, the students in Class S mainly play musical instruments. If this child dares to sing on such an occasion, he must have two brushes. I
Want to see how he pronounces it."
"Slap that kid's lips, Yuzuru." Itakura ordered.
About ten seconds later, the image was zoomed in and fixed on the big screen behind Yuxian Zhisheng. Yuxian Zhisheng’s thin lips appeared in everyone’s eyes. The lip folds were meticulous and the lip beads shone brightly through the
Through the slightly open lips, you can see the neat little teeth, and if you look deeper, you can see the body fluid flowing slowly through breathing.
Sawano Kazuki nodded, turned around and sat back at the director's table, straightened his tie, and grinned.
"Why are you smiling so happily?" a council member next to him asked curiously.
Sawano Kazuki hesitated for a moment, then raised his chin towards the viewing seat in the central area.
The council member looked down along Sawano Kazuki's line of sight and saw a group of coquettishly dressed women sitting in the central viewing area, discussing enthusiastically, their faces filled with enthusiasm.
This large group of women are not parents, but high-level guides sent by Dongda Art Headquarters. Each of them has a large number of shares in Dongda Art Group to their name.
Their assets can be regarded as the upper class in Tokyo, the richest among the rich.
They would come to watch the monthly cultural performance reports, with the purpose of selecting training goals for their families in advance, and then increasing their investment in the selected children.
In this way, when this child grows up, he will work for the entertainment company under his family's name.
"Are you trying to attract attention for that child? Do you want these ladies to invest in him?" the council member asked with a smile.
"Yes, they should have such plans." Sawano Kazuki smiled for a while and said softly.
"But I just looked at this child's transfer file. He seems to have no parents and was brought back from an orphanage. Do you think those women will take him away as an adopted son after learning the news?
"
The culture of adopted children is quite famous in Tokyo.
As early as the Kamakura shogunate period, in order to combat the crisis of low birthrate, many noble ladies adopted children from other families as their own adopted sons, and the status of the adopted son was the same as that of the eldest son. In history, there were even cases where adopted sons replaced them.
It is a strange thing that the eldest son becomes the heir of the family.
The members of the council patted Sawano Kazuki on the shoulder: "I think they are very likely to be tempted by this child with strength. He has no parents and is alone. Such a child is easy to coax. He has been raised since he was a child and will grow up.
From now on, it will become a weapon in the family."
"They don't dare."
"Why?"
"Because this child already has a guardian."
Sawano Kazuki leaned back, "I just asked Principal Okuhata. The person who adopted him is Miyamoto Yukiko. Five years ago, her grandfather Miyamoto Masao launched a kendo challenge to all of Tokyo. Maybe you can tell her
I’m not familiar with it, but I was lucky enough to see her face off against an enemy in a kendo meeting.”
"Charming?"
"No, it's just devastating."
...
"Give up, Brother Dahuai, I won't give you a drink." Chie Fujiwara, who was sitting in the student seat of the Central District, shook the wave soda in her hand and said to the thirsty Class S monitor, Yoshiyuki Fujiwara.
"I just saw that boy's elbow turned out at the first sight. Fujiwara, you are really good at it." Dahuai Yiyong sighed jealously.
This girl carried a bag of Bozi soda and originally planned to drink it herself, but now she has to keep it for that Yuxian guy. He can't even quench his thirst with a bottle, and he won't sell it even if he pays double the money.
It started to grow before it started to grow, so it went into other people's nests. Now if I want to go out and buy it, I can definitely buy it, but I am afraid of missing the performance of that guy on the stage.
Chie Fujiwara snorted, rubbed her skirt, and breathed heavily: "Seimei, hoohoo~ My Seimei, hoohoo~"
"What exactly is "Paprika"? Music or song?" asked the female student next to Fujiwara Chie, "Looking at Hazuru-kun, it doesn't look like she's going to play."
"Is he going to sing?" the female student asked in confusion, "What exactly do you think? Don't screw up."
"Bottle accompaniment." Kirima Hiiragi thought for a while and said, "It should be singing."
"Red pepper, you are here to cook for us," a male classmate next to him said with a smile that he thought was humorous. Then he turned his head and saw Kuro Mudong's eyes that looked like he was about to kill someone, so he quickly shrank his head and shut up.
"What do you think, Ryosuke." The girl next to Ryosuke Akagi asked in a low voice.
Akagi Ryosuke took a deep breath and shook his head.
He didn't like this performance without even piano accompaniment.
The most difficult art to choose among the arts at Dongda is singing. There are many and complex forms, and it is very difficult to get the review score.
Learning an instrument requires diligence. As long as you keep working hard, you will definitely get good rewards, and the instrument can be adjusted to the best condition at any time according to your needs.
But singing is not good. Singing requires talent. Talent determines the upper limit. If you are born without it, you will never have it in this life. No matter how hard you work hard the day after tomorrow, you will never reach the top.
It's like being born with a drake voice. No matter how hard you try, you will only become a skilled drake voice.
The most obvious difference is that when the bass turns to the treble, if someone raises the pitch, it means the siren is born, and if someone raises the pitch, it means the water is boiling. There is no comparison at all.
"This is definitely not an area where you can show off your strength." Ryosuke Akagi breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.
Like him, there are not many people who are optimistic about Yu Xian's immaturity. On the contrary, there are many people who think that he will overturn. However, it is understandable that children will not know how to give up when something is good.
...
Yuxian Zhisheng didn't have so many worries about the people below. He arranged the bottles one by one, knocked them gently, nodded lightly to Sawano Kazuki, and then started.
He knocked on the bottle, and the bottle made a crisp sound. The music had no rules, was brisk and followed, like a river merging into the sea, or a bird returning to its hometown. It was integrated and natural, like the wind.
The elves played a lattice game on his throat, jumping up and down, eager to run out and play.
So he sang out loud.
...
Women in the central viewing area are doing an investment transaction.
Chips representing different amounts flowed through the hands of the staff and fell into the ancient box called [Final Selection]. The amount inside had reached an astonishing level in just ten minutes.
"Thank you Mrs. Kazawa for supporting Tokyo University's art." Okuhata wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had said the same thing many times, and the old box had almost been filled with chips donated by these ladies to the school.
full.
The destructive power of Yuxian Zhisheng against these women is truly terrifying.
The amount has increased from the initial 30,000 yen to the current 300,000 yen.
"Three hundred thousand yen."
"Is there anything more to be added to the 300,000 yen investment in Yu Xian's child?"
"Follow, add double."
"Mrs. Xiangzawa, the price that Mrs. Zaoji offered you just now is twice as much as yours." Okuhata handed the woman a cup of scented tea and whispered in her ear. The smell of her body was so fragrant that it made people sweat.
"Here, double it." Mrs. Xiangze handed over a new chip card, and at the same time a new cup of scented tea came in front of her. There was a lot of scented tea in front of her, and the words 'Thanks for the investment' were written on the tea bag.
.
This brings us to the 1.2 million yen mark.
People sitting around them would occasionally look over and see the amount of money they had donated to Tokyo University Art, and they thought to themselves that these are really a bunch of kind-hearted ladies.
The women did not communicate with each other, and the silent smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air. Everyone was staring at the sign in their hands, only thinking about getting the family's adoption rights of the child at the best price.
"One million and two hundred thousand, thank you to Mrs. Kazawa for supporting the art of Tokyo University." Okuhata said, "I just looked at the transfer information of the child. He is an orphan without parents. The guardian who adopted him has not had time to transfer the ownership.
So not only adoption rights... I think physical custody is also okay..."
The women all stared at him.
They understood the meaning of this sentence very well.
The right to adopt a child is to raise someone else's child. If you can't control it after raising it in the future, there is also the possibility of raising a white-eyed wolf.
But the custody rights are different. This is your own child.
Most of these women are in family marriages and do not love their husbands. They are usually busy with their own affairs and do not want children. If they could raise this beautiful child by their side, they would be extremely happy.
Got it!
"Two times more." Mrs. Hitomi smiled and threw the sign away, winking at everyone playfully. Okuhata hurriedly picked up the sign and threw it into the ancient box.
"Two million and four hundred thousand, is there anyone else following?"
"Here, triple it, the sisters are too stingy." Rina Ryoko picked up a fan and covered her face.
At this moment, the ladies around him were quiet, but their eyes looked as if they wanted to tear Rina Ryoko into pieces alive.
Okuhata's hand holding the sign trembled slightly.
He actually has a very clear definition of himself. The position of vice-principal was bought for him by the Okuhata family at a huge price. If it weren't for the family's help, he would be a waste.
But who said that a waste has no right to pursue a woman? No matter what, he must take this child away from Miyamoto Yukiko, lest this burden hinder his pursuit of Miyamoto Yukiko, as long as he is taken by one of these noble ladies.
Go, Miyamoto Yukiko will still be alone, then she will have an opportunity!
And isn’t that great for that kid too!
The Miyamoto family is now in dire straits. Instead of eating shabby meals with Miyamoto Yukiko, the orphan would be better off living in a wealthy family. I believe that the child will be very grateful to me. This opportunity to eat soft meals is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
At this time, the singing from the podium came, and the crisp music played into everyone's ears.
The moment the song came out, the women's thighs suddenly tightened, and their fingers tightened the chips in their hands.
The song lasted about four and a half minutes. During these four and a half minutes, they did not move or observe the expressions on each other's faces. They seemed to have been turned into statues by the weather, staring at the clear figure on the stage.
's children.
After Yu Xian's childish song ended.
The entire gymnasium hall fell into a long silence.
During these four and a half minutes, Rina Ryoko listened to the song quietly, her body froze, and her fan stopped shaking. She found that the fatigue in her body and the long-suppressed pain in her marriage were constantly being felt in her heart.
The singing disappeared, as if the dust settled in the bottom of my heart was washed away by the clearest rain in the world.
Like gurgling bubbles, it suddenly disappeared and was never traced again.
When the song was closest to her soul, the distance was only 0.01 cm. She knew nothing about Yuxian's childishness. After listening to the song, she found that she was hopelessly in love with this child.
Almost at the same moment, Rina Ryoko reacted just like the other women, and all the chips in her hand were pushed out by them.
"I need more money..."
"I can pay more..." Rina Ryoko's red lips trembled slightly, her eyes were red, and she was thinking crazily, "As long as I can get the custody of this child and let his talents work for me.
