Conquer America, Start with a Boxing Champion

Chapter 618: Street Singing

After eating, the two of them walked hand in hand in the streets and alleys of Tongluogu Lane to see Kyoto in this era and the housing prices nearby.

There are not many newly opened properties here in the Second Ring Road, with prices ranging from 9,000 to 15,000. Most of the properties below 9,000 are outside the Second Ring Road. The price of commercial housing outside the Fourth Ring Road is around 6,000 yuan.

Six thousand may not seem like much, but now the per capita salary in Kyoto is only 1,850 yuan. It will take more than ten years of hard work for ordinary working-class people to buy a house in Kyoto.

There are also courtyard houses and single-family villas for sale nearby, but the prices are more than 1 million. Larger properties with historical heritage are worth tens of millions, which are out of reach for him now.

Zhang Zilin suggested that he buy near the University Town of the North Fourth Ring Road. First, the housing prices there were cheap. With his bonus, he bought half an apartment of 100 square meters.

In addition, the two of them will be juniors in the second half of the year and will stay in school for two years. It is inconvenient to go home within the second ring road, and it is also inconvenient for him to train.

Link thought she was right. The main purpose of buying a house now is to live by himself. He doesn't need to consider factors such as future price increases and investment. It's also good to buy a house near a school in the north, and it's in a school district.

"Nothing can stop you from your yearning for freedom and your unrestrained life. Your heart has no worries."

"Look, there's someone singing over there."

Zhang Zilin pointed forward and said.

The two started from Luogu Lane and walked to Shichahai Park unknowingly. Shichahai Park was very lively in the evening, with people coming and going, and there were many mobile snack shops and street stalls on the street.

There were several street performers on the west side of Shichahai Square, holding guitars and singing. There were also many people watching, and there were children running around.

Very humanistic.

Zhang Zilin took Link to a crowded place, where four male singers in their twenties were performing. The lead singer was a male singer with yellow hair, holding a guitar and sitting on the speaker singing Xu Wei The new song "Blue Lotus" was released at the beginning of the year.

The voice was more distinctive and the singing was okay. Many people took the coins and put them into the open guitar case.

Zhang Zilin also took out 10 yuan from his wallet to reward the singer.

"I think these people singing on the street are cooler than the singers singing on stage."

Zhang Zilin smiled slightly, took his hand and explained.

"It does look cool."

Link nodded. Several people in the audience had killer haircuts, wore vests and leather pants, and posed in exaggerated poses during the performance. They looked indeed unconventional.

Judging from the current social and cultural environment, non-mainstream is a kind of personality and fashion, and will also be accepted by some people who value individuality. In more than ten years, non-mainstream will be regarded as "local high".

After listening to a song, Link and Zhang Zilin continued walking forward.

There are a lot of people here and there are seven or eight places singing and performing less than 500 meters away. Some places are crowded, and some places are not crowded.

In a venue near Shichahai Lake, a young singer was holding a guitar and singing "Broad Sea and Sky" by Beyond. There was no one around.

However, we can’t blame the audience for not cheering. The main reason is that the singer looks ordinary, is young, and has an average voice and singing skills.

"Do you want to listen to music?"

Link asked, stopping.

"What?"

Zhang Zilin stopped and looked at him.

"If you want to hear a song, I can sing it to you."

"You sing? You can sing?"

"Know a little."

"It's better not to take risks. I like you even if you can't sing. And you are a boxing champion. You don't need to compete with them."

Zhang Zilin held his hand and refused to let him pass.

Link pinched her nose, and after the young singer finished singing a song, he walked up to the singer, put down a hundred yuan in the guitar case, and asked to borrow the guitar.

The man looked at him, hesitated, took off the guitar strap and handed it to his hand.

"Thanks!"

Link took the guitar and looked at it. The workmanship was very average. The basic version cost about two hundred or three hundred dollars, which was far different from Taylor's custom-made guitars that easily cost seventy or eighty thousand dollars.

In addition, this young singer probably just started in the industry, and he didn’t even know the pitch of the six strings. Two strings sounded out of place, but he didn’t have the tools at hand to correct them, so he had to make do with it.

"Zilin, what do you want to hear?"

Link held the guitar and plucked the strings a few times skillfully.

"You really can?"

Zhang Zilin covered his lips and smiled.

"Yes, I know a little bit of Chinese, English, French, Japanese, and Korean songs."

cut!

The young singer next to him rolled his eyes, feeling that he must be telling lies and trying to show off in front of this beautiful woman with a great figure. He, Zhao Lei, had been in the underground music scene for more than half a year and had seen this kind of thing many times.

"Okay, let me think about it, can I sing Beyond's song? Any song will do."

Zhang Zilin smiled.

"no problem."

Link stood in front of the microphone, thinking about the lyrics of several songs, and finally chose the more familiar "Glory Days". He had collaborated with Huang Guanzhong when he held a concert in Hong Kong Island.

Ding ding ding~

He played the guitar skillfully. "The bell sounded the signal to return home. In his life, it seemed to be a bit sad. The meaning of black skin to him was that in the struggle for skin color throughout his life, the years turned possession into loss."

Link was speaking in Cantonese. He was a little unskilled at first and his voice was a bit harsh. After singing a few words, he gradually adjusted.

In terms of voice, there is not much difference from the previous life, coupled with his profound singing skills, years of stage performance skills, and the ability to control the emotions of songs.

This kind of song is not difficult to sing.

"Tired eyes carry hope, today there is only a remnant of the body, welcome the glorious years, hold on to freedom in the wind and rain."

"Wow!"

Zhang Zilin held his face and looked at him excitedly. He originally thought that he could only sing, like singing karaoke, but after he started singing, he found that his singing was no worse than the original singer, and he also had the aura of a big star, which made people dizzy.

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Zhao Lei next to him also looked at Link with surprise.

At first, he thought that Link was a fool and borrowed the guitar to show off. After hearing him sing, he found that his singing skills were no worse than those old guns in the circle, and his guitar playing skills were better than all the guitar masters he knew.

Zhao Lei was a little shocked and a little hit. His ideal was to be a rock singer, so he often sang on the street and underground passages before graduating from high school to train himself.

He thought that as long as he persisted, he would definitely be able to make a name for himself.

But he didn't expect that a random person he met today would perform no worse than those old guns in the circle.

And this person doesn't look much older than himself.

If anyone like this has such singing ability, how many people are there in China like him?

Even such a great person is not famous in the music industry, can he just stick to it?

Zhao Lei sat on the curb with his knees hugged, rubbing his hair, and suddenly heard a bang bang bang sound from the front. He looked up and found that at some point, 20 or 30 people came to the sidelines, and several people took coins and threw them into the guitar case.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Lei was even more shocked. He sang here for more than two hours in the afternoon and didn't make a dime, while the handsome guy who borrowed the guitar had more than ten yuan in the guitar case before he finished singing a song.

This is the gap.

"Today, there is only a remaining body, welcoming the glorious years, and holding on to freedom in the wind and rain."

When Link sang, more and more people watched outside the field, from Zhang Zilin alone to 40 or 50 people. Many passers-by heard that he sang well and stopped to watch.

"Hey~ This guy sings pretty well, Sister Xun, do you want to listen?"

On the street, Gao Yuanyuan and Zhou Xun, who were strolling here, stopped and looked at Link who was singing in the middle of the field. When they saw his face clearly, their eyes suddenly lit up.

Unlike the singer on the street who was wearing leather pants, yellow hair, and looked strange.

Link had a refreshing short hair, a loose but fashionable shirt, and casual trousers. With his slender and straight figure, and the faintly prominent muscle contour, he looked very outstanding.

And his appearance, sword eyebrows, star eyes, high nose bridge, sharp features, and the kind of gentle and elegant, mature and steady temperament that he exuded, made Zhou Xun's heart pound.

She was not a little girl of 18 or 19 who couldn't walk when she saw a handsome guy. She had been in the entertainment industry for more than ten years and had seen all kinds of handsome guys, including masculine, gentle, feminine, and elegant, but it was the first time she saw a man like Link.

He is not only handsome, mature and elegant, but also exudes an indescribable temperament, which is very charming, like a strong cocktail.

Before I started drinking, I felt intoxicated just by looking at him.

"Sister Xun, this guy is quite handsome and sings very well, why is he singing on the street?"

Gao Yuanyuan whispered.

Zhou Xun looked at Link and felt that this guy should stand on the stage and become a shining star, not a wandering singer.

"Hey, this guy seems to be Link, yes, it's this guy, I've seen his photo."

Actor Xia Yu said.

"Link?"

Zhou Xun, Gao Yuanyuan, and Xia Yu's girlfriend Yuan Quan looked back at him.

"Boxing champion Link, don't you know?

Last week at the World Boxing Championships, he won a gold medal on behalf of our Chinese team, the first boxing gold medal for the Chinese boxing team.

CCTV5 also broadcast that match last weekend. This guy was super awesome. In the finals, he beat the champion of the previous World Championships and treated his opponent as a sandbag. He knocked his opponent to the ground in just one round. That match was so exciting to watch."

Xia Yu said excitedly.

"So he is a boxer."

"Not just a boxer, I tell you, this guy is also the number one in the shot put event of our national track and field team. In July at the World University Games, he threw 19.81 meters, won a gold medal for the national team, and broke the domestic shot put record. It's awesome."

Xia Yu looked at Link and praised him.

"The champion of both boxing and shot put is really amazing."

Zhou Xun blinked at Link.

"What's more amazing is, guess how old he is this year?"

Without waiting for the others to speak, Xia Yu grinned and said, "18 years old! That's amazing, an 18-year-old world champion in two events, so handsome, and singing so well. If this guy wants to pick up girls, no one should be able to resist his charm."

"Don't talk nonsense, he didn't participate in the sports meet to win the championship to pick up girls."

Girlfriend Yuan Quan laughed.

Zhou Xun and Gao Yuanyuan looked at Link quietly.

In the field, Link finished singing a song and asked the tall girl in front of him if she wanted to listen to more songs.

The tall girl blushed and looked around, shook her head and said no, and reached out to pull him away.

When Link was about to take off his guitar, Zhao Lei, who was sitting on the edge of the road, raised his hand and said to Link: "Brother, I admit that you can sing, but you just spoke English, French, Japanese, and Korean songs. Are you bragging? It's up to you." I won’t believe you until you sing a song in a foreign language.”

Link smiled softly, said "Okay", said hello to Zhang Zilin, and said into the microphone: "A classic American ballad "500 miles" is for everyone."

Bang bang bang!

Zhang Zilin and many spectators around him clapped their hands.

Zhou Xun looked at Zhang Zilin in front of him and saw that he was about 1.8 meters tall and had a pair of long fair legs. He couldn't help but curl up his lips. Just when he was about to ask Xia Yu if he knew who the 'gao girl' was, the stereo There was a clear and sweet singing voice.

If you miss the train I'm on

If you missed my train

You will know that I am gone

You should understand that I have left

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

You can hear the whistle coming from a hundred miles away

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

"I'll go! This sounds great, isn't it? Does this guy sing English songs so well?"

Xia Yu couldn't help but exclaimed.

Gao Yuanyuan and Zhou Xun also looked at Link in surprise. There were many Chinese singers who could sing English songs, but no matter how they imitated them, they all sounded like they were sung by Chinese people, without the flavor of the original songs.

When Link sings English songs, he does not blindly imitate the original singers. He has his own characteristics, his understanding and feelings of the songs, and his English pronunciation is very American. If you close your eyes and listen to it, you will not be able to tell that he is the same person. Chinese singers are singing.

"If he can sing in Chinese and English so well, why doesn't he become a singer?"

Xia Yu sighed.

"Isn't it good for people to be athletes and bring honor to their country?"

Girlfriend Yuan Quan said.

"It's good, but I feel sorry for him and the fans. When people like him join the music industry, many singers will lose their jobs."

Xia Yu said.

Zhou Xun nodded, took out his mobile phone and turned on the recording.

Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home

God, I'm five hundred miles from home

Not a shirt on my back

I'm ragged

Not a penny to my name

I'm broke

Lord I can't go back home this a-way

God, how can I go home when I'm so down and out?

This a-way, this a-way

So embarrassed, so down and out

This a-way, this a-way

So embarrassed, so down and out

Link continued to talk about the guitar. Because the lyrics were more melancholic and depressing, his voice also became gloomy, with traces of sadness and sorrow. Even his deep eyes showed a hint of melancholy.

There were some people in the audience talking quietly on the sidelines. Infected by Link's voice, everyone fell silent, and seemed to clearly feel Link's sadness.

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Zhao Lei, who was sitting next to Link, felt even more profoundly. He ran out to become an underground singer before graduating from high school. Naturally, his family did not agree. He even had several big fights with his parents over this.

When he left home last time, he vowed to make a name for himself before returning home.

But now he is still wandering on the street, wearing a dirty T-shirt, not having half a dime in his pocket, eating one meal without finishing the next, and lying in the underground passage with no place to sleep at night.

Lord I can't go back home this a-way

God, how can I go home when I'm so down and out?

This a-way, this a-way

So embarrassed, so down and out

This a-way, this a-way

So embarrassed, so down and out

Lord I can't go back home this a-way

God, how can I go home when I'm so down and out?

Zhao Lei and many other Beijing drifters outside the venue who had been away from home for several years couldn't help but have red eyes when they heard these lyrics, and a few emotional girls even had tears in their eyes.

If you miss the train I'm on

If you missed my train

You will know that I am gone

You should understand that I have left

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

You can hear the whistle coming from a hundred miles away

Ding ding ding~dang!

Link finished singing the song, plucked the strings a few times to finish, and pressed his palms on several strings.

"Thanks!"

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

Hundreds of spectators outside the venue applauded, and many shouted for an encore.

"That's it for today. It's getting dark soon. Let's go back early so that our family won't worry about it. Goodbye!"