The trainee starts by splitting bricks with bare hands

"The quality of these two songs is too bad, and it doesn't suit my style."

Wang Mei saw that he was still disgusted, and her face was a little ugly: "Han Lan, please recognize your position first, okay? Even if you made your debut when you were young, you may have achieved some achievements, but that is all in the past! You How long has it been since you disappeared? The entertainment industry has long forgotten you! Now you are just a rookie trainee! What right do you have to dislike this? I can’t find someone to help you write songs!"

"Sister Mei, you may have misunderstood, what I mean is that I have my own original song."

"Huh?" Wang Mei was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "Your own original song? Can you write songs?"

Xia Ningxuan also persuaded: "Han Lan, although the quality of these two songs is mediocre, they are actually much better than the works of newcomers."

Forget about Wang Mei, in front of a beauty like Xia Ningxuan, Han Lan definitely couldn't admit that she couldn't do it. She stood up and signaled that she needed a piano, and Xia Ningxuan stood next to Wang Mei, hugging her arms and preparing to watch him perform.

"Can you still play the piano?" Wang Mei asked.

Han Lan pressed the keys nervously, trying to find some feeling.He can play the piano, no matter before or after time travel.As one of the top mercenaries in the world before crossing over, his life was more than just shooting and killing people. In his mercenary regiment, there was a retired veteran of the SAS British Army Special Air Service Regiment. I heard that he learned piano before joining the army. From time to time, I will also play a few songs for the old comrades in arms. Of course, for most of the comrades in arms, it is like playing the piano with a cow, but Han Lan is quite interested and learns a little bit.And after time travelling, his body itself has learned the piano, so I still have a little impression of it.

Taking a deep breath, he tried hard to recall the rhythm in his mind, and flicked his fingers very clumsily.

Wang Mei also calmed down. Although Han Lan played very unfamiliarly, it could be heard that he could indeed play the piano.

Xia Ningxuan was also a little more curious, she had never heard of this prelude.The sense of rhythm is very strong, and there are occasional flaws. It should be that Han Lan played it wrong.

At this time, the prelude was over, Han Lan's mood was brewing, and her voice still sang with a vicissitudes of life: "The feeling of bitter sand blowing and hurting the face, like father's scolding, mother's crying, will never be forgotten."

This song Sailor at Sea is a very old song in his world, but the classic will never get old.Sometimes when receiving escort missions, he would always sing along with the sea wind and waves, and even a few foreigners in his mercenary regiment learned it.

They say, this is a song for men!

After a narrative-like soft singing, the accompaniment became more powerful, and the climax came!

"He said that the pain in the wind and rain is nothing, wipe away the tears and don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams! He said that the pain in the wind and rain is nothing, wipe away the tears and don't ask why"

A good song always feels and remembers it after you hear it once.

After the first orgasm, Wang Mei and Xia Ningxuan had already naturally echoed its melody in their minds, and when the second orgasm came, they would unconsciously hum along to it.Maybe it's just a slightly parted lip that doesn't sing, but its appeal is undeniable.

This is far from being comparable to the two songs provided by Wang Mei!

After singing a song, Han Lan breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at them and grinned: "How is it? Are you okay?"

Xia Ningxuan hadn't recovered from the shock brought by the music, she couldn't help clapping her hands when she heard Han Lan's words and praised: "It's a good song, a classic that can be sung for many years! It's great, I like its climax very much , very inspiring, what's its name?"

"A sailor at sea."

"Sailor at sea? You really wrote this?" Wang Mei looked at him in disbelief.

Han Lan shrugged and admitted shamelessly: "Of course, if you haven't heard of it, of course it's my original creation!"

Wang Mei didn't ask any more questions, even if he asked someone to help write it, anyway, this is indeed a good song.She believes that as long as a better platform is provided, this song will become popular very quickly, and the popularity of singing will definitely not be low!

"In these years, it is true that such a good song is rarely heard"

"Then sister Mei, I'll sing this song when I get on stage, right?"

Wang Mei hesitated for a moment, then shook her head: "The song is a good song, but I'm afraid its style won't be accepted by fans."

"Why?" Han Lan couldn't understand.

"Because it's out of fashion."

"trend?"

Wang Mei also sighed helplessly: "Han Lan, the idol market is basically fixed. To put it bluntly, you want to compete with other idol trainees for fans. And the songs they sing are not in this style, so There is a high probability that their fans won't appreciate it, and they won't pay for it. This is your first debut, and I don't recommend you to take the risk of betting that fans will like you as an outlier."

Han Lan was very unhappy, but she still tried her best to calm down her emotions, and cooperated to integrate into the circle: "Okay, sister Mei, what song do you think I should sing?"

Wang Mei hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Can you rap? Recently, their styles tend to be more like this."

Han Lan was slightly taken aback: "Chinese rap?"

"Well, of course, it doesn't have to be pure rap, as long as there is a little rap mixed in. It's best to sing fast, so fast that people can't hear what they are singing."

"It's hard to hear what you're singing?"

Han Lan couldn't help but see a figure of a pop music tycoon in his mind, alas, I accepted it!

"Is there?" Xia Ningxuan asked with some expectation.

"Yes, of course." Han Lan came out, took a deep breath, moved her tongue, licked her dry lips, and recalled the days of competing with black comrades.

"Come!"

After finishing speaking, Han Lan covered her mouth with her hands: "Puff chuck puff ke"

There is no DJ in the practice room, so let's play a Bbox with the rhythm first to find some feeling.

"You know Bbox?" Wang Mei was stunned, what the hell?It's not written on these resumes!

Han Lan didn't have the time to explain it to her, so she took advantage of her status: "Put your hands up, you're so awkward, welcome to the party! My world is on the spacious street! Let the music go, let's go!" Read a broken mouth"

After all, it almost felt like there was no DJ when rapping, but the extremely fast speaking speed and rhythmic rap still stunned the two.

A falsetto in the middle of the climax made the two stunned.

After the song was sung, the two of them were stunned for not being able to hear a few words clearly.

Just kidding, Jay Chou persuaded him to quit in one breath, because he had worn out his lips in order to compete with his black comrade-in-arms batte.

"Sister Mei, how are you doing?"

The corner of Wang Mei's mouth twitched slightly: "It's pretty good, let's just leave it at that. Ningxuan, are you free this afternoon? Help him improve his falsetto."

"no problem."

"I'll find someone to help you arrange the music and make the accompaniment."

"Okay, thank you, Sister Mei! Thank you, Teacher Xia!" Han Lan wiped the sweat from his forehead, it seemed that he was really accepted by his manager.

"Oh, by the way, the most important thing is whitening! Muscle reduction! Don't forget!"

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Chapter 0004 You are the real skin

After practicing in the practice room for a while, it was almost dinner time, so Han Lan took the initiative to ask them to have lunch together.Of course, the main thing was to ask Xia Ningxuan, and Wang Mei was just incidental.

When someone treats guests, Wang Mei naturally has no objection.Seeing that Wang Mei agreed, Xia Ningxuan did not object.

As soon as the door of the practice room was opened, a bouquet of roses came out, and Han Lan instinctively touched her waist in shock, which was the movement of drawing a gun.