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Chapter 12 I haven't practiced before, I know a little

Wu Hu's voice is actually quite ordinary, neither bright nor hoarse. It doesn't have the openness or brightness typical of obese people, and there is nothing particularly eye-catching.

But this song is too special, some people think it is very funny, very joyful and full of charm.

Of course, some people are serious and think that his Xishu dialect is not standard, and many pronunciations are actually wrong.But that doesn't stop people who like it from loving it.

Some people like it, and naturally some people don't like it. Some people think it's boring, thinking that this fat man is just trying to please the public. In fact, it has no nutrition and is destroying classics.

In the live broadcast room, some viewers started arguing about it.

However, the people on the deserted island don't know what happened online.

Ya Huazi said while having fun, "Fat Hu, I think you can go to Deyun to learn from your teacher! Then I will definitely go to support you, hehehe..."

Fortunately, it's not 'Goose Goose', so I might call her 'Goose Sister'.

Milk Tea Lun thought, "It's quite interesting to change this word! Fat Tiger, have you listened to my song? Have you changed my song?"

When everyone heard this, they immediately regained their spirits. Sister Iron Hammer asked, "Brother Hu, did you major in music before?"

Wu Hu said with a smile: "No, it's just a hobby, messing around. I still like some of Brother Lun's songs, such as "Nocturne", "In the Name of the Father", "Blue and White Porcelain", "Fireworks Are Cold" and so on. , I started to adapt to Brother Lun's song from the song "Nocturne". I used to think that Brother Lun's songs were not clear and hard to hear..."

When Milk Tea Lun heard this, his expression was very relaxed, obviously secretly refreshed.

As soon as "Nocturne" sounded, he came to the stage to accept the award, that was his brilliance.

"I have tried to sing the clear version of "Fireworks Are Cold", do you want to listen to it?"

"You really adapted it?" Milk Cha Lun looked at him in disbelief.

Wu Hu shook his head and coughed lightly: "It's not really an adaptation! It just needs to be more clear and slow down. Your singing speed is very fast, more than seventy beats per minute. I obviously can't keep up with my pronunciation, so I changed it to It took more than sixty beats...slow down when you play!"

"Come, come, try it!" Milk Tea Lun suddenly became interested, after all, it was his song, and it was a song from his new album just released more than a month ago.

In the live broadcast room, some people began to look forward to what this fat tiger would change Jay Chou's song to, while some felt that this guy was going to ruin the classics again.

However, what they didn't know was that later, in the eyes of many fans, Lin's version of "Fireworks Are Cold" was more appealing than Zhou's version.

Although Wu Hu can't adapt like Lin, he can't sing like Lin, and he doesn't have Lin's voice, but at least he can pronounce the words clearly, and he can do it.

Of course, he also sang very affectionately, but limited by his voice and skills, his version of "Fireworks Are Cold" is definitely not worthy of lifting shoes for Lin's version.

But at this time period, Lin's version has not yet appeared, so it still makes everyone feel refreshed. Compared with Zhou's version, the style is extremely different.

"...It rains heavily, and the vegetation in the old hometown is deep. I heard that you are always alone..."

After listening to it, some fans in the live broadcast room were a little disappointed, "I expected Fat Tiger to mess with Jay Chou, but I didn't expect him to be serious. Disappointed!"

"Disappointed +1"

"The articulation is indeed very clear, but it lacks Jay Chou's unrestrained charm. It's a bit deliberate."

"Sure enough, an amateur is an amateur, +1 for disappointment..."

Of course, there are also different opinions, "After all, Fat Tiger is not a professional music player, but it is already very good to have such an adaptation."

"Support! I'm looking forward to it now, what kind of program will Fat Tiger present to participate in the event next week..."

"Support and look forward to +1, fat is fat, he is actually quite talented."

"Fat people are potential stocks! Let's see if he can become a lightning bolt!"

"Friendly reminder, Lightning is actually not thin at all."

At this time, Brother Yan, who was watching the live broadcast at home, his eyes gradually brightened after hearing Wu Hu's version of "Fireworks Are Cold", and finally couldn't help but came to the piano and started to play and sing.

……

On the deserted island, in the second group of shelters, after Wu Hu sang, everyone applauded.

Although Wu Hu's singing skills are just the same, and there is no skill at all, this clear version of "Fireworks Are Cold" really gave them a refreshing feeling.

Originally, everyone only thought Wu Hu was an ordinary big fat man with only a handful of stupid strength and a little funny talk.But after these two adapted songs, everyone's opinion of him has somewhat changed.I think this guy is still a bit talented.

Milk Tea Lun smiled and said, "Not bad! Have you ever thought about developing music? Although your voice is quite ordinary, and your singing skills and skills are not good, but the idea is quite good! If you want, you can come to my company, maybe we can Colliding with different sparks."

"Brother Lun, thank you for your kindness. However, I studied computer science and programming in college. I may try to write songs in the future, but I dare not take this as my future career."

Milk Tea Lun smiled and said: "Oh! It's okay! If you have any ideas in the future, you can tell me. Of course, I will give you a corresponding reward."

"Okay! Then I will thank Brother Lun first."

Zhan Langjing on the side did not give up and said: "Fat tiger can sing, why can't I? I think you are discriminating against me, I can try harder to save..."

Before Wu Hu and the others said anything, the live broadcast room was already full of laughter, "Brother Jing, let's stop making trouble! Fat Tiger is singing ordinary at most, you are a dimensionality reduction attack, QJ ears!"

"I think Brother Jing can work harder. The song "Only You" is actually quite good! Didn't everyone enjoy listening to it in the morning?"

In the shelter, everyone is urging Zhan Lang Jing, of course, not directly, but tactfully saying: "Brother Jing, you should perform martial arts! This is safer, we need to get more points so that we can exchange for more Necessities! Look, we don’t even have toothbrushes.”

It was Lao Hu who said this, everyone used charcoal powder to brush their teeth in the morning.Although this is a novel experience, they will definitely not be happy after a long time.

All of them are gods and goddesses, who wants to have a bad smell in the mouth? !

Ya Huazi also nodded and said: "Brother Xiaoyao is right! We also need shampoo, shower gel, and sunscreen. I don't want us to turn into black charcoal hair in a few days."

Wu Hu also supported: "Sister Linger's words are very true! Brother Jing, how about I play a sparring show with you? I used to play stick skills when I was in college!"

Zhan Langjing asked curiously, "Have you ever practiced martial arts?"

"It doesn't count as practice, but I just know a little superficially. I have watched your performance of "Tai Chi Master" before, why don't we have a stick king vs. Tai Chi?"

Zhan Langjing laughed when he heard that, "You have watched "The Grandmaster of Tai Chi"! That was a long time ago, and I was a handsome guy back then!"

"You are also a handsome uncle now!" Wu Hu laughed.

Hearing this, Zhan Langjing laughed loudly, and said again: "The Cudgel King in there is tall and thin, you might as well act as that wrestler or that fat monk!"

"Thin and tall can gain weight! Do you want to do it?"

Zhan Langjing glanced at him suspiciously, and said, "Why don't you try your stick technique first, and I'll see if it doesn't work, I'll work harder on singing."

Hearing this, Wu Hu turned over and stood up, "Come on!"

(End of this chapter)