Leisure male god

Chapter 75

In Jiayin's recording studio, Ling Gan was chatting with his boss Wang Hongjin with a smile.

Ning Xincheng walked to the side, did not interrupt, but waited quietly.

When Ling Gan found out that Ning Xincheng was back, he stopped chatting with Wang Hongjin.

"Come in, it's ready"

"Oh, ok"

Ning Xincheng smiled brightly to hide her sadness, she didn't want Ling Gan to worry.

But Linggan still noticed the subtle movements of the girl pinching the corner of her clothes.

Ling Gan couldn't help but wonder how much a person's character would be influenced by his family of origin.

I was forced to do things I didn't want to do when I was young, and I was yelled at and punished for disobedience.

There may be two extremes, either extreme rebellion, or Ning Xincheng, who buries all suffering in his heart.

The mute eats yellow lotus, and can't tell the pain, Ling Gan doesn't want Ning Xincheng to hold back like this, the girl is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

Originally, there was no video recording tool in the recording studio, but the person in charge of this recording studio happened to also be in the modeling circle, so there was no need for Ling Gan to prepare it specially.

Just now when Ning Xincheng went out to make a phone call, Ling Gan was chatting with the person in charge of the recording studio.

After chatting, both of them are from Suzhou Province, but they are still fellow villagers, so they deliberately chatted more.

Ling Gan also asked Wang Hongjin to send him a few sets of photos, which were indeed LSP copies.

Soon, the singing sounded in the recording studio.

Ling Gan put on the monitoring device and heard the girl's voice from inside.

Before the recording, Wang Hongjin said that he asked Ning Xincheng to sing casually and open up his voice.

Ning Xincheng sang a song with a wide vocal range, and it was a bit difficult for her to sing.

In fact, Ning Xincheng's singing skills are average, and her singing skills can be said to be basically non-existent. She has learned a little, but she doesn't know how to use it at all.

After a song was sung, Wang Hongjin walked directly into the recording studio, with a patient look on his face, "Little girl, you have to open up your voice, don't keep holding back your energy, this song is not sung like this."

Through the soundproof glass, Ling Gan saw Ning Xincheng sitting obediently on the high stool, and nodded with a wry smile.

Smiling, he also walked into the recording studio.

"Brother Jin, don't hit my girlfriend, I think the singing is pretty good"

"Hey, you protect your short-term interests, don't let me talk about it"

"Then my girlfriend, others can only praise her"

Wang Hongjin had a wry smile on his face, and said in his heart that he had already guessed that the two were boyfriend and girlfriend.

Just now Ling Gan also talked about starting his own company and signing contracts with high-quality development targets. He didn't expect that the first employee would be his girlfriend.

However, Wang Hongjin has nothing to say about Linggan. His family has some background, otherwise he wouldn't be able to start a company.

It's just that the idea is too big, like a fantasy. To be honest, Wang Hongjin thinks it's just the passion of the young man.

Now that he heard Ling Gan's lack of emotional intelligence, he also felt that he might be a dude.

"Yes, the little girl has a very good voice, it would be great if she could improve her singing skills."

On this point, Wang Hongjin still didn't save Ling Gan's face. A good singer is a good singer, and he doesn't rely on boasting to make a living.

I also have some weight in the modeling circle, and the recording studio is not very powerful, but there are also singers who will come to record songs, so there is no need to give Ling Gan face.

"Brother Jin, you go outside, I'll teach her a bit"

"what?"

Wang Hongjin was stunned for a moment, then smiled playfully, and didn't say anything more just to make fun of himself.

The so-called specialization in art, this little girl has a good voice, if she learns systematically, she might really become popular.

But it will be difficult if the Linggan religion is bent.

Sighing, Wang Hongjin shook his head. Rich people only care about being happy, so he just plays with Ling Gan.

Walking out of the recording studio, Wang Hongjin put on the monitor earphones again, and signaled for Linggan's teaching to begin.

"Comrade Xiao Ning, do you know what your biggest problem is?"

Seeing Wang Hongjin motioning for him to start, Ling Gan nodded with a smile, and started singing in no hurry.

It's not like recording songs by yourself, right? The God of Songs status has not only given him unparalleled singing skills, but also digested all those awkward and obscure singing skills.

Although it may take a little effort for Ling Gan to teach Ning Xincheng, Ling Gan feels it is worth it.

"I, I can't turn on my voice"

Ning Xincheng couldn't help lowering her head. The reason why she couldn't open her voice was because she was not confident and because she hadn't received sufficient affirmation.

So Ning Xincheng never felt that she sang very well, just better than the average person.

Hearing the expected words, Ling Gan smiled, and said persuasively, "No, it's your characteristic that you can't open your voice. Your breathing voice is very good, better than any singer I've ever heard."

This statement is of course false, there are plenty of male and female singers with strong voices, Ling Gan is just trying to find confidence for Ning Xincheng.

"oh oh"

But this dumb Chengzi really believed it, because Ling Gan had a serious expression on his face.

"But a song can't be finished with only breath"

"Yeah," Ning Xincheng nodded vigorously, she felt that Ling Gan was right.

And Ling Qian looked like a teacher, and glanced at Wang Hongjin who was sitting on a chair outside the recording room.

At this time, Wang Hongjin was playing with his mobile phone impatiently, wearing the monitor earphones.

"I'll just sing it once, you listen carefully to how to deal with each sentence"

Ling Gan didn't talk too much, but thought about what would be the best way to deal with Ning Xincheng's voice conditions and characteristics.

Also thought of a very suitable song.

Outside the soundproof glass windows of the recording studio, the bright sunlight penetrates in, which is blocked a bit, but it does not prevent the room from being very bright.

"This song is for you, please be happy"

"When you're with me, don't hide it, I can tell you're faking it"

Ling Gan smiled teasingly, and Ning Xincheng pursed her lipstick-painted lips when she heard Ling Gan's faint voice, thinking that she had tricked Ling Gan.

The voice had already sounded in the recording studio, interrupting Ning Xincheng's thoughts all of a sudden.

She found that Ling Gan seemed to be imitating the characteristics of her own voice, and the originally blurred and dark road was illuminated by a beam of light.

"Insincere words, insincere words"

"There is a beginning and an end, only a beginning and an end, let me write a prayer for us"

Wang Hongjin, who had been playing with his mobile phone carelessly, heard singing from the monitor earphones.

The singing voice of still water flowing deep seems to be attached with a layer of magic power. The highest level of skill is to directly point to people's hearts.

He took a serious look inside, Ling Gan still sang relaxedly, but he changed his heart towards this self-proclaimed playboy.

……

While Ling Gan was singing, he suddenly turned and looked at Ning Xincheng.

Ning Xincheng had been listening carefully, with eyes like a waveless lake, but now she was stunned.

The singing seems to have a shape, it is the sunshine shining in from the window, it is the hug of Ling Gan that night, and the warmth sprouts from the heart that is already sunny.

And the singing is still there.

"May you always be healthy, may you always know how to fly"

"May you really love someone and that person, and know where warmth comes from"

"You are so strong, may you always be kind..."

After singing the song, Ling Gan walked to Ning Xincheng's side, and gently tapped Ning Xincheng's tall nose.

"Do you remember what I said just now?"

"Oh", Ning Xincheng hadn't recovered from the singing.

She knows how to sing.

(End of this chapter)