The famous utensil of the superstar

Luo Qiubai took off his earphones, signed a piece of music assigned in class with the letters "WH", clicked upload, stood up and stretched.

On the computer screen is a relatively secretive private music blog, usually only some music players gather here, it is difficult for ordinary netizens to find here, so Luo Qiubai boldly concealed his real name at ease, using "whitehill" This screen name is a little transparent in the mixed circle. Every time he completes the "classwork" assigned by the school, he will post it to this homepage, exchange ideas with professional musicians, and enjoy the process himself.

During the year he came to California, he had to suspend his studies because of Tuantuan's relationship, and the school approved him to temporarily suspend his studies, but time waits for no one. He didn't want to waste too much time in the United States, so even if he had a big stomach When he woke up, when he could only hide at home every day, he still insisted on reading music scores and practicing pronunciation every day. Ye Cheng would often come to make up lessons for him. material.

Even if there is no way to enter the classroom, he is not willing to give up on himself. In the past, even if he shot an advertisement that he didn’t like, he would cooperate seriously. Now that he has the opportunity to take classes at the world’s higher music schools, he is even more unwilling to give up the opportunity.

Maybe he doesn't have much talent, and what he loves more is acting, but he found that singing those songs and drawing those notes will make him feel very good. In the world of music, no one will see his face , and no one will know that he is the notorious Luo Qiubai.

His voice is the only one heard by others, and every time he makes progress and efforts, he will get the support of teachers and enthusiastic netizens. This has allowed him to regain his confidence, and his enthusiasm for music is getting higher and higher. He is also full of motivation for self-study, even After ten months, when he returned to the classroom, everyone was amazed that he could keep up with the progress, and none of the assessments fell off the chain.

Now, the final exam and the last course are coming to an end, and this last original composition is also Luo Qiubai's weakness.

His starting point is much lower than other students. The students in the special training class are either signed by the record company and released an album after the special training, or they have already written songs for singers and are ready to go to the next level. There is only one person in the class who jumped from acting to music, so he is under a lot of pressure.

He majored in "Arrangement and Singing", which requires students to be good at writing and good at singing. The ability to arrange and write lyrics accounts for more than half of the grades in the whole school year. If the scores in this subject are too low, he may be directly repeated. .

Thinking of this, Luo Qiubai let out a long sigh, rubbed his hair vigorously, and helplessly took a pencil to draw on the paper, his mind went blank.

Usually, the teacher would arrange for them to write a piece of music after class and hand it in as homework. Luo Qiubai only dared to post the things written by himself on the Internet.

There is still one week left for the exam, and his original song has not yet arrived, what should I do?

"Ugh..."

At this time, a loud cry came from the bedroom,

Luo Qiubai smiled when he heard the commotion, put down the pen and paper and went to the kitchen to prepare some milk powder for him. When he walked into the bedroom, he saw the little guy holding his little toy, tears accumulated in his big eyes, and he looked pitiful "Tuantuan, didn't you have a good time with the little yellow chicken? Why did you suddenly cry?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Tuantuan cried even more aggrieved.

Because he was still too young, he couldn't move his body, he could only twist on the bed like a meat ball, Luo Qiu couldn't help laughing, and hugged him into his arms, "Don't pretend to be pitiful, howling for so long, you didn't even shed tears, you I just drank milk an hour ago, why are you hungry again? You little bastard, you only think of me when you are hungry, and you usually only know how to play with the little yellow chicken."

Luo Qiubai didn't notice at all that his tone seemed to be jealous of a doll, he babbled twice, and the golden beans flowed down, telling his father with his actions that he was really "working hard" crying.

Luo Qiubai was defeated by his son, he raised his hands in surrender and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I'll give you milk, snack."

As soon as the baby bottle was handed over, Tuantuan immediately stopped crying. The tears were so easy to put in and out, and the gurgling was very exciting. After a while, the bottle went in. He blinked and looked at his father, and then started the second time. Lungan howling means: I am not full yet.

Luo Qiubai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and scratched his son's nose, "Snack guy, you're going to make your father poor. Annie next door eats a bucket of milk powder for half a month, and you eat it in a week. You won't be able to eat it when you grow so fat." Handsome."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the little guy continued to only thunder but not rain.

"Don't eat it."

"Woooooooo..."

"If you eat too much, you will spit up milk!"

"Woooooooo..."

The father and son started to have no nutrition, bickering with chickens and ducks, and finally Luo Qiubai was defeated by his son's coquettish skill, and fed him half a bottle of milk powder. He gave Luo Qiu a white look, lay on the bed and looked around with his eyes open, neither crying nor fussing but just not sleeping.

In the end, Luo Qiubai had no choice but to use his trump card, turn on the radio and tune to the music channel. In the past, as long as the little guy heard the radio, he would fall asleep immediately.

There was a rustling sound in the air, and soothing light music played from the radio. The little guy wanted to continue fighting with his father, but after yawning twice, he fell asleep with a finger in his mouth.

Luo Qiubai breathed a sigh of relief. He was still not very proficient in taking care of children. He gently covered the little guy with a quilt. He picked up the paper and pen again and continued to struggle for the exam repertoire.

The sun at noon in California is very bright, the golden sunlight shines into the house through the glass windows, everything is warm, and the quiet room is filled with slow music, as usual every noon.

Luo Qiubai held a pencil and thought hard, but still found nothing, and now he was a little drowsy.

After the sweet voice of the radio host, there was a rustling sound from the radio, and the sound of the piano sounded in my ears after a while. The soothing and soft music danced in the air, like a quiet river gurgling in the distance, every note is So familiar.

Luo Qiubai closed his eyes, the hazy drowsiness slowly faded away, he froze for a moment, then opened his eyes.

He stared at the radio in surprise, because this piano piece was so familiar to him—River Flows In You, Qi Feng once appeared in the middle of the night with a bouquet of roses, lit candles on the table, and invited him to dance Dance, the music he played at that time was this piano piece.

River Flows In You

you will always flow in my memory

Although at that time, the ending of that night was really bad, and the two broke up unhappy, but Qi Feng was holding a rose at that time, with red ears avoiding his gaze, duplicity but trying to be romantic... Now that I think about it, I can't believe it. Like a soft hand, it touched Luo Qiubai's heart all of a sudden, and he couldn't help laughing.

The thoughts in his heart flowed slowly, one year is really too long, at this moment he suddenly wanted to see that big bird monster immediately.

He couldn't help humming along with the music, lying on the bed, sleeping soundly listening to the music, his mouth was open, his lips were slightly pouted, his eyes were smiling, and he unconsciously uttered some monotones, as if I'm having a sweet dream, or singing along with my dad.

He really looks like Qi Feng, especially when he is asleep, Luo Qiubai calculated the time difference with his fingers, it was already late at night in China, did Qi Feng also fall asleep with Tuantuan?

Gently hugging the little guy, Luo Qiubai felt an inexplicable emotion swell in his heart, something flashed in his head, his eyes lit up, he suddenly had an idea, picked up a pencil and began to sketch on the paper.

The next day was the weekend and there was no need to go to school. After Luo Qiubai took Tuantuan to the supermarket to buy some things, he suddenly received a call from Ye Cheng and asked him to meet at the coffee shop in front of the school.

When he arrived at the place, before Ye Cheng arrived, he took out the score he wrote last night and continued to revise it.

At this time, there were several students of the same major chatting nearby.

"Have you heard, Peter, the top student who performed on behalf of our school last year, unexpectedly failed the final exam on original composition?"

"Really? Isn't his father a professional violinist? And the teacher always said that he is very talented. Arranging music shouldn't be difficult for him, right?"

"Who knows. It is said that the last exam of this year is not graded by our school's teachers, but by experts from outside the school, so it is very strict. I know that several top-ranking students have passed this exam."

"That's over...I took a month's leave this semester because of the damn pneumonia, and I just didn't miss the composition course, so I'm dead!"

The conversation of several people got into Luo Qiubai's ears, Luo Qiubai scratched his hair, his liver trembled.

You asked for one month's leave, but I took ten months' leave. If I didn't make up for it by self-study, I would have repeated grades now. Wouldn't I be dead...

Looking down at his score, Luo Qiubai felt more pressure.

"Ugh……"

He couldn't help heaving a long sigh, lying in the small stroller next to him and playing with himself just right, when he heard his voice, he turned his head to look at him, and he still made a sound of "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" How is it so-so.

"Your father is probably going to fail the exam. If you fail the exam certificate, you won't be able to go back to your mother. If you can't find your mother, your father will have to repeat the grade here for another year. It will cost tens of thousands more, 10,000. + Do you understand the concept, you little thing? You can buy a lot of your favorite milk powder, filling our house, so if your father fails the exam, your money for milk powder will be gone.”

The so-called biological mother naturally refers to Qi Feng and Luo Qiubai, when someone is not around, they will take advantage of the words to their heart's content and incomparably secretly.

Tuantuan "opened his big black eyes, and his mouth grew big, as if he took his words seriously, woo~" with a pitiful expression.

In fact, Luo Qiubai also understands that he can't understand his words at all, but he is still amused by his son's extremely cooperative expression, "You just have this expression when you hear the food, and you don't worry about your father's studies at all, I will support you What's the use? Why don't I just want you to lose money, and just send you to your mother, okay?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to poke the little guy's armpit, giggling loudly, flapping his four claws back and forth, and whimpering, which attracted laughter from many people around him.

At this time, Ye Cheng pushed the door and entered, just in time to hear what Luo Qiubai said just now, sat down and wiped the sweat from his brow and asked, "What mother? Didn't you give birth to this little bastard?"

He had a loud voice, even though he was speaking in Mandarin, it still made Luo Qiubai nervous for a while, so he hurriedly looked aside and glared at him, "Can't you lower your voice? Shall we embarrass our people?"

Ye Cheng chuckled, made a gesture of sealing his mouth, and then poked Tuantuan's face, "Godson, then tell me secretly without telling Dad, who is your mom?"

Luo Qiubai rolled his eyes fiercely, picked up his son, and kept away from the clutches of some bastard, "Don't swear in front of my son, why did you ask me out today?"

Mentioning this, Ye Cheng slapped his head and finally thought of something serious.

He rubbed his hands, as if he didn't know how to express it, Luo Qiubai was amused by his awkward expression, "What is it that makes Ye Yingdi so difficult to speak?"

Ye Cheng hesitated for a moment, put away the joke and said seriously, "The company has made all preparations, and I will start recording songs for the new album in a few days."

Luo Qiubai smiled and nodded, "Well, that's good, congratulations."

"There are a few ancient songs that need to be sung and recited. I want to ask if you are interested?" After saying this, Ye Cheng also felt a little embarrassed. After all, if Luo Qiubai had not been framed a year ago, he would be very He may have become a first-line star, and now making such a request to him is tantamount to slapping him in the face.

"Qiu Bai, I didn't mean to insult you, nor did I think that my status is higher than yours. I just think your voice is really good. If you don't make good use of it, it would be a waste of money. You know... There must always be a selling point when releasing an album, I think your voice is very catchy, that's why..."

His expression was very sincere, and he was a little embarrassed at the end. Luo Qiubai was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed, "Your company must have many professional vocalists, so you let me not be afraid of smashing the signboard?"

"No, I've noticed that you've worked so hard this year, but it's just a few simple lyrics, you're sure to be fine." Mentioning this, Ye Cheng curled his lips helplessly, "Before I also I thought about letting you sign a contract with our company, and showing your song to several high-level executives, but it's a pity..."

He didn't say anything later, and Luo Qiubai also understood that no company would hire him with his name attached to it, not to mention that even if he didn't sign his name, the music scene is so sluggish now that few companies are willing to sign it without passing it on. newcomer.

Luo Qiubai knew that Ye Cheng was trying his best to help him win opportunities, even if it was singing as an accompaniment, it was better than being unknown, so he was a little moved, and asked him with a smile, "Will you give me money? At least you have to give me a good price, right? "

Ye Cheng nodded with a smile when he heard the joke, "Of course, the salary is very good. I know it's not easy for you to lead a group alone, and you have to pay tuition and live. The previous salary was definitely not enough. If you don't like Less, I also pre-..."

Halfway through speaking, he met Luo Qiubai's calm expression, and immediately reacted, "Okay, you are deliberately making fun of me!"

Luo Qiubai laughed, "I said you really want money, and you won't help my brother if you don't have money?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, Luo Qiubai asked, "You're asking me out for this today? Just say no on the phone."

When this was mentioned, Ye Cheng smiled mysteriously, "Of course not, I brought you something nice today, take a look."

As he said that, he took out a leaflet from his bag and handed it over, "I heard from the company that our school, in conjunction with entertainment companies in the country, and several large media in the United States are going to hold an original song contest. I think this opportunity is good, do you want to try it?"

"Original song?"

Ye Cheng nodded, "Yes, this time all registrations are online, regardless of nationality and age, all registration songs will be voted online, once you are selected in the top three, you can directly sign a contract with the organizer and create a single for you song EP."

"The conditions are so good?" Luo Qiubai was slightly surprised. The cost of releasing an album is very high. Generally, those selected singers who have passed through layers of selection may not be [-]% able to release an album after signing the contract, let alone just online voting, " Which entertainment company is this, why is it so rich and powerful? Is it Xinghui?"

Ye Cheng smiled and waved his hands, "Of course not Xinghui. Xinghui has always specialized in the film and television industry, and the music industry has always been their shortcoming. This company is called Liubai International Entertainment Investment Company. It has just been established, but it has developed very fast. Quick and fierce, I heard that I don’t know how many popular artists have been snatched from other companies, and this time I went all the way to the United States to pick people, I’m afraid they want to open up overseas markets, I really don’t know what is behind this company, so awesome force."

"Leaving blank...?" Luo Qiubai repeated subconsciously, indeed he had never heard of this company.

"Yeah, speaking of which, you and this company are quite predestined. Not only do they have the word 'white' in their names, but also their designated music academy overseas is our school. If I hadn't already signed a record contract, Definitely try it too, anyway, I have already attended the music school, if I don’t participate in a competition to try my level, I will be wasting this year!”

"Qiu Bai, this is a good opportunity. If you can be selected, it will mean you have another way to return to the entertainment industry. It's good to even try."

How could Luo Qiubai not be moved, he is not a saint, he fell so badly a year ago, why doesn't he want to make a comeback, wash away his stigma, and realize his dream again!

But... can the "classwork" he wrote really work?

Luo Qiubai froze for a moment, then clenched his fists again,

Forget about him, losing is worse than gambling, even if he is going to be the denominator of this competition, at least he still has a very slim hope. If he doesn't even have the courage to participate, he will never succeed in his life, let alone appear in Qi Home.

After carefully putting away the leaflet, he pinched his son's face and said with a smile, "You are right, I should participate."

***

On Monday morning, Luo Qiubai went to Ye Cheng's record company, because the behind-the-scenes team he invited were all American front-line teams, so most of them were foreigners, and he was not worried about being recognized by others.

Ye Cheng gave him all the lyrics, took him directly to the recording studio on the top floor, and told him excitedly along the way that the music director invited by the company to make the album this time was a god-level figure, although he was a bit weird and serious. It's a bit late, and I often have a dark face, but don't be nervous when you meet in a while...

After being read all the way by his old friend, Luo Qiubai's heart, which was not nervous at first, was raised.

It was his first time to come to this top-level recording studio. Although he had practiced in school, it was not as good as the first-class equipment of the record company.

When he walked into the shed, Luo Qiubai was excited and novel by the cutting-edge equipment. He was a layman before, but now he understands a little bit, and he naturally knows how big a dream this kind of place is for a musician.

In the far distance of the recording studio was a tall and thin man, surrounded by a circle of people, and he was talking about something with a music score in his hand.

At this time, Ye Cheng smiled and went up to greet him, "Hey, Director Wu, I brought my good friend with me today. This is Luo Qiubai, whom I mentioned to you several times before, and he came to accompany me to sing today."

At this time, the man turned his head, frowning tightly, looking very unapproachable.

Luo Qiubai only glanced at it, and was speechless immediately, he finally understood the meaning of Ye Cheng's words just now.Because the man in front of me is one of the few Chinese singers in the American music scene. He is still an evergreen tree in the music scene in his 40s. He is known as a gold medal record producer and a godfather in the music scene. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Luo Qiubai.

Luo Qiubai's back was a little hairy, and he greeted with a smile, "Director Wu, hello."

He spoke Chinese, and Wu Bin raised his eyebrows.

Ye Cheng next to him smiled and nodded, "Yes, he is very good. I only learned vocal music for a year to be at the same level as him for a few months, and next he will participate in the song contest held by Liu Bai Entertainment. Director Wu Please give me some pointers."

Ye Cheng got along very well with the company, and Wu Bin was also one of his old friends. Sure enough, Wu Bin pursed his lips and said to Luo Qiubai expressionlessly, "The accompaniment singer may be an assessment, and I don't have the ability. Useless."

"Come with me, go to the next door, you are eligible to come to the recording studio only after I nod."

As he said that, he turned around and left, Ye Cheng became anxious, "Old Wu, you are too harsh, you are just an accompaniment singer, is it necessary to make such a big deal? You won't give me face?"

Luo Qiu smiled in vain. Director Wu's temper is indeed very bad, but it is also very suitable for people's appetite.

He patted Ye Cheng's shoulder, put on a resigned expression, and followed Wu Bin out.

In fact, he had already expected that there would be an assessment before he came. After all, recording an album is not a joke, and once it is set, it cannot be changed. However, he was still very nervous to be assessed by such a big guy. Facing Wu Bin's oppressive gaze, his palms were sweating.

However, even if he didn't pass the exam, at least he had been taught by such a teacher. Thinking about it, he felt very excited.

"Are you a professional in arrangement and singing?" Wu Bin cut to the point without saying a word of nonsense.

Luo Qiubai nodded, and said humbly, "Yes, but I only learned a little, and I was a layman before."

Wu Bin snorted, "I don't care how long you have studied, as long as you are in this major, you have to follow my rules."

"Arrangement and singing majors focus on the level of original arrangement. Since this is what you have learned, to use the old Chinese saying, if there is a specialization in the art industry, there must be a few original works that can be sold, right?"

Luo Qiubai was taken aback for a moment, then scratched his hair and smiled embarrassedly, "Yes...there is yes, but it's a little hard to get it out, it's all just fur."

Wu Bin glanced at him, stretched out his hand and said, "Then choose one that you can sell. Do you have the score and accompaniment? If not, write me a copy now."

Luo Qiubai didn't expect him to be so direct, and asked in a daze, "That...isn't it the accompaniment for the assessment? Then can I choose to sing other songs?"

"No, a student majoring in arrangement can't even sing his own songs well, so what qualifications does he have to sing other people's songs?" Wu Bin glanced at him and said coldly, "Can't he write at all? What arrangement major, Are they all mixed up?"

One sentence touched Luo Qiubai's nerves. He is a very serious person, not only for himself, but also for everything.

Therefore, if he vetoes his efforts this year, his stubborn temper will also come up.

"I will definitely write it, but you have to judge whether it is mixed up or not." Luo Qiubai gave the answer directly, and took out the music and accompaniment that he was preparing for the final exam from his carry-on bag.

Wu Bin took the score, swept it casually, raised his eyebrows and said, "As a student majoring in arrangement, you should know that I have higher requirements for you. Even if you just come to sing along, I will not lower the standard. Once You sing the songs you wrote, not only your voice and intonation, but also your tunes and lyrics will be included in my scoring criteria, so if I think the level is too bad, even if you sing well , I won’t let you into the recording studio, and tell me the answer after you think it through, and I can give you 30 more seconds to think about it.”

Luo Qiubai laughed secretly in his heart, and was speechless.

He is not allowed to cover other people's songs, but he can only sing his own. Now the requirements for singing his own songs will increase. Doesn't this mean that both sides have blocked his retreat?

He shook his head, although he was still nervous, but the expression on his face was very calm, "You are right, as a student majoring in arrangement, I have to sing my own song, if I give up now, at least I have shown you the score , this is a big surprise for me, and if I chose to cover other people's songs in the first place, I'm afraid I would have been kicked out by you now, wouldn't I?"

One sentence made Wu Bin raise his lips secretly, "You are not stupid."

As he spoke, he put Luo Qiubai's accompaniment tape into the computer and pressed the switch, "Now your assessment officially begins."

The sound of the gurgling piano sounded like gentle and lingering water flowing in the office. It was the song "riverflowsinyou". Then there were giggling laughter in the accompaniment, overlapping with the crisp piano sound, which suddenly made the whole room quiet down.

Luo Qiubai thought of the way the little guy was recording this accompaniment, his head was tilted to one side, his bright black eyes were bent, and he was making noises with his mouth, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Listening to this familiar music, he quickly calmed down. He didn't think about anything at this moment, Wu Bin, any assessment... This moment has nothing to do with him. He imagined that he was playing a game with his son, just like playing at home like that.

The slowly flowing music continued, he followed the notes and hummed a vaguely invisible tune with a nasal voice, everything was quiet and silent, the little guy in the accompaniment tape was lying in the soft bed, in his father's recording pen Make a comfortable yah sound.

The sound of the piano gradually faded away with Luo Qiubai's humming, the introduction ended, and only Luo Qiubai's flexible and slightly hoarse voice was left in the office with only two people, without any accompaniment, the world was quiet, he closed his eyes, Sings: "Your hands are broad and gentle

give me a reason

I'm not walking alone

There are still angels quietly holding back

riverflowsinyou

you run in my thoughts

riverflowsinyou

Do you hear the angel's laughter..."

The soft voice is like a little tune sung when coaxing children in the afternoon. The little guy in the accompaniment sometimes babbled and giggled because of his father's coaxing. When Luo Qiubai remembered recording this accompaniment, the little guy suddenly Catch his fingers in his mouth, and bite gently like every time he plays this game.

The feeling of the small, wet tongue scratching the fingertips surfaced, and Luo Qiubai's soft singing was filled with a smile, and Qi Feng's red ears appeared involuntarily before his eyes, and his smile was even stronger.

The lyrics are catchy and the tune is gentle. The morning sun penetrates through the heavy curtains of the office and penetrates into the room, and the dust in the air is blowing.

The interaction between the father and son through the music is so real at this moment, even if you don't see it, you can't help but have that picture in your mind.

The Hibiscus Hook, which has been turned back and forth a thousand times, slowly expresses his longing. Every note seems to be piercing into the bones of a person. He keeps his eyes closed, and the smile on his face is so satisfied. No one knows who this song is for. And to do it is to sing it a cappella for whom.

When Luo Qiubai's last note landed, Tuantuan in the accompaniment knew that the game was over, so he made two reluctant woo ah woo, and the piano music floated out from the speaker again, sandwiched with the voice of a child, gradually moving forward drifting away...

At the end of the song, Luo Qiubai opened his eyes.

Wu Bin, who was sitting across from him, squinted his eyes, his face was gloomy, and he didn't know whether he was satisfied with Luo Qiubai's performance.

Luo Qiubai took a deep breath. It was the first time he sang this original song in front of others. In fact, the original intention of writing this song was very simple. He just remembered his big bird monster and the days when the two were together , I just want to leave something to write down.

Wu Bin remained silent, and Luo Qiubai was a little nervous, "Director Wu...my singing is over."

Wu Bin still didn't speak, and after a while, just when Luo Qiubai thought he was going to spend the rest of his time with him, he suddenly stood up and walked over slowly.

"What's the matter with your voice?"

"what sound?"

Wu Bin didn't ask any more questions. It was the first time he heard Luo Qiubai's weird voice. Strictly speaking, it wasn't crisp and clear like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate, and it was a little hoarse, but every time he made it, Every sound seems to drill into the brain, what kind of strange trick is this?

"Director Wu, for my assessment this time, you..."

Wu Bin raised his head and raised his eyebrows, "My answer is..."

He stared closely at Luo Qiubai, suddenly sneered, and slapped his score aside, "How dare you come to join the accompaniment singing at your level? Do you know how bad your foundation is! Your intonation and skills are completely inferior No, what did you learn at the conservatory this year?"

"As long as it's a bit basic, it won't be as bad as your singing."

He spoke word by word, frowning tightly, showing impatience.

Luo Qiubai was stunned for a moment. It's not that he didn't expect to be criticized by Wu Bin, but such a complete denial still made him feel very disappointed...

Sure enough, even if he tries hard to learn by himself, will he never be able to compare with those who are born with musical talents?

"You are not qualified to participate in the song contest at all. I advise you not to think about it as soon as possible. You still expect to be a singer. Stop joking!"

Wu Bin's words were full of sarcasm, Luo Qiubai's face changed a little, and then he felt angry from nowhere, maybe he would regret it when he recalled it later, but at this moment he couldn't help it.

"Mr. Wu, I never thought of becoming a singer. I just want to do my best to do my best. Since I'm studying vocal music, and I'm not good enough, I'm going to at least try to participate in the competition. Look at other people's strengths and my own weaknesses, it has nothing to do with being a singer, if it's a dream, I'd rather be an actor."

Wu Bin squinted his eyes and looked at him, "I don't want to hear these things. Anyway, you are not qualified to be the backup singer for this album. It's as simple as that."

Luo Qiubai nodded gracefully, "I see, thank you Director Wu for your guidance."

As he spoke, he even smiled, "At least you let me know how lucky I am that I didn't foolishly take the first draft to participate in the competition."

After he finished speaking, he said "thank you", picked up his music score, bowed to Wu Bin, opened the door and walked out.

"Wait a moment."

Wu Bin called him suddenly, "Leave the score."

Luo Qiubai's footsteps paused, and he turned around suspiciously.

Wu Bin actually brought a smile on his face, "Although you can't sing well, this song is well written. If you don't want to be eliminated in the first round in the competition, come here next week with your sheet music. "

Luo Qiubai opened his eyes wide in surprise, looked down subconsciously, and suddenly found that there were many traces of revisions on his music score, and singing together, it was really much smoother than what he wrote.

At this moment, his eyes lit up.