The actor's little flirt is an all-around boss

Seeing that Tang Lengyu was about to leave, Ban Xia immediately panicked, quickly walked two steps, and stopped at the door: "Jiang Nan just made some comments, if Leng Yu thinks something is wrong, just don't listen."

Among the seven of them, only Tang Lengyu can arrange music.

If Tang Lengyu left, their performance would be over.

"If you don't understand, just pretend to understand." Tang Lengyu paused, then glanced at Jiang Nan, her voice was extremely low, with a blatant hostility in her voice, "I feel disgusted to be in a team with such a person. "

The sound rippled through the rehearsal room with incomparable clarity.

Jiang Nan sat on the stool, crossed his legs, his black eyes were deep and dark.

His fingers tapped on his knees one after another.

The corners of the lips curled up slightly in a shallow arc.

"Tang Lengyu, we are a team! You speak well!" Lou Shuyun has a good temper, and at this moment he also felt a wave of anger lingering in his chest, "Also, Jiang Jiang's arrangement... is not bad!"

Words, speak loudly.

After finishing speaking, Lou Shuyun also felt uneasy.

The word okay is quite watery.

Can jump up and down.

Jiang Nan said it was okay, but he didn't know to what extent it was okay.

"That's just right, Jiang Nan will be responsible for the composition." Tang Lengyu sneered, stroked her peaked cap, and said indifferently.

"Okay." Jiang Nan pressed his fair wrist, raised his translucent and cold eyes slightly, quite casually, "Then I'll try."

Tang Lengyu let out a "poof" when he heard the words, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he made no secret of his sarcasm to Jiang Nan, "Okay, I'd like to see what kind of rubbish you can write."

After Tang Lengyu finished speaking, she pushed Ban Xia's hand away and walked out.

Didn't even look at it.

The originally noisy air seemed to be drained instantly, and he fell into endless confusion and bewilderment.

No one thought that Tang Lengyu would really leave, and Jiang Nan really dared to compose music by himself.

It's just that it's useless to say anything now.

"It's okay, the three cobblers can still stand up to Zhuge Liang!" Ban Xia laughed heartily twice, breaking the silence.

Ban Xia was the oldest and calmest among the seven, and comforted him: "Jiang Nan, don't burden yourself too much, let's find a way together."

"No burden." Jiang Nan turned around on the instruments in the rehearsal room, picked a fife and turned it around twice with his fingertips, with a layer of cold mist in his eyes, "I'll go to the dormitory for a while."

After Jiang Nan finished speaking, he turned on his toes and walked towards the dormitory.

The figure quickly disappeared around the corner.

"Lou Shuyun, can Jiang Nan really know how to compose music?" Several people hesitated for a moment before opening their mouths.

Lou Shuyun swallowed his saliva, blinked his eyes again, hesitantly said, "It should be possible."

She has never seen Jiang Nan's arrangement, and she doesn't know the level of Jiang Nan's composition.

This arrangement is related to the performance, and is closely related to several of them.

Lou Shuyun himself believed in Jiang Nan, but he couldn't drag others to believe it.

"Well, let's all try to arrange music." Lou Shuyun thought for a while, and suggested with downcast eyebrows, "We'll see if there's anything we can use."

Ban Xia and the others nodded in agreement.

It seems that this is the only way to go.

***

The rehearsal room is too loud.

There was no one in the dormitory.

Empty to a little lonely.

Jiang Nan pushed open the door of the dormitory, pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from his bag, took off his shoes, and sat on the bed.

The fife lay beside the pillow.

There is a piece of paper on her lap.

Be free and uninhibited.

The girl was lazily leaning on the bed with her hands bent, the back of her head resting on her elbows, her eyes closed, and her fingers slowly tapping on the edge of the bed.

With a slight sense of rhythm.

After 5 minutes, it seemed like a long, long time.

Jiang Nan opened his eyes.

Holding a pen, he casually began to sketch the music score, writing quickly and clearly.

With a few smooth strokes, the notes have already jumped in front of my eyes, and it seems that there is already a majestic spirit rushing out.

It was getting dark.

Jiang Nan didn't know how long he had been writing, the paper was full of notes.

Of the seven members in the team, only Lou Shuyun and Ban Xia are good at vocals.

Banxia's timbre is flexible, flexible, broad and thick, and full of tension. She is a dramatic coloratura soprano with remarkable singing skills. However, it is precisely because of this singing style that her voice is highly recognizable and her singing is greatly restricted.

Lou Shuyun has a variety of timbres, and the voice is very controllable. The range can transition from the high-pitched range to the low-pitched range, and the connection is natural.

The others are all professional trainees.

The vocal music and dance are not outstanding, and there are no slots.

A total of seven days were given for the first round of performances, and now two days have passed, the choreographer of the program group still needs about two days to choreograph, and the time for serious practice is only four days.

If you want to win the first place, you must maximize everyone's advantages, and the song must also capture the memory of the audience.

The best choice is Gufengge.

Bonus points for costumes, plus points for Ban Xia's dramatic singing, Lou Shuyun's vocal range can also be used to the greatest extent, and other people can also gain attention when the camera changes.

It is also easier for her to compose and write lyrics without using her brain.

Jiang Nan took the pen and casually rolled up the brush, probably hummed to the manuscript paper, then picked up the fife and began to tune again.

After composing, Jiang Nan began to write lyrics again.

***

the other side.

After Jiang Nan left, Lou Shuyun and others also started to arrange music.

They were not creative contestants at all, their eyes were fixed on the draft paper, and they couldn't start at all. They were all holding pens in their mouths, drawing notes with a sad face, sick, and a little unable to hold their breath.

Occasionally, there is a feeling between the sparks of calcium carbide. When I pick up the music and play it, the rhythm and rhythm are so strange that even the birds outside the window are frightened and flutter their wings.

Ban Xia looked at the bird outside the window and scratched his head in despair, "Do you hate birds? Are we still going to perform?"

"I miss my mother." Lou Shuyun became more talkative because of this matter, and he used long sentences for sighs, "My mother must not know that my voice is about to be hoarse here, my legs are about to break, and now my brain is dying. Almost useless."

Everyone: "..."

After sighing one after another, the fidgety and piercing sound of the instrument began to ring out again and again.

Standing at the back door of the rehearsal room, Tang Lengyu listened to the messy voices inside, slightly tilted the corners of his mouth, there was no surprise in his eyes, and his face was full of sneers.

At this level, dare to compose?

Just laughed out loud.

But that's fine too.

Only when a group is full of rubbish can her strength and ability be highlighted.

That's why she chose Jiang Nan and Lou Shuyun's group.

After standing still for a few seconds, Tang Lengyu turned and left.

His brows and eyes are full of pride and coldness.

She waited for Jiang Nan, Lou Shuyun, Ban Xia and others to kneel down and beg her.