Slag attack classification system

"How can you say that the style of the restaurant is as good as the sage on the stage, and the man in the yellow robe is furious, scolding that dog thief——"

On the stage of the Tianle song shop, several gentlemen are hanging their voices. Recently, the song shop will jointly hold a song party, which is similar to the form of a musical. Each song shop has to choose one person to be the protagonist.

"Let you find a gentleman, haven't you found one yet? This song show is a good opportunity to show off your brand. If other song shops send out all the elites, our family will shoot ordinary mediocre people. Isn't that just smashing the signboard?" The master of Tianle Gexing was very angry, and he shook the hookah in his hand.

"My lord, my lord, why don't you just let your lover go and fulfill his wish..." The servant almost mouthed the word 'lover' without making a sound .

"He is pretty good-looking, but his voice is really ugly, not as good as the teal in the south of the city." Although Tian Xiaochen begged him for several months, if he agreed to other things, it was related to Tianlege In the end, he still didn't let go of his business and reputation.

'How long will it take for that master to reach me? '

[Hurry up, he has followed a group of people to the corridor, you start to speak! 】

Zhao Zhenhe talked to the system in his consciousness.

"I don't know the turbid world, just look at the present, there is a big man in West Street, not an official, not a swordsman, but that young man—"

As soon as the loud and clear voice resounded, people from all directions couldn't help raising their heads to look up the stage. Where exactly was Mr. Immortal who opened his mouth and sang such a beautiful singing voice.

In order to complete the task, Zhao Zhenhe changed his name and name, and deliberately found the song shop where Tian Xiaoshen was staying. He has been here for more than a month and a half, and he just found the opportunity to approach the master of the song shop today. protagonist.

"This young man doesn't envy wealth, this young man doesn't envy mandarin ducks, this young man is the most heroic, I just want to show you, to see that good show—"

Master Gexing couldn't help slowing down when he heard the singing, the voice was really seductive, as natural as a beautiful jade, there is such a gentleman in their Gexing, why didn't he know?

The master quickened his pace, went to the stage, and looked up, yo, this gentleman not only has a good voice, but also a first-class body and appearance--distinct facial features, sword eyebrows and star eyes, brown skin brought three things to Zhao Zhenhe He has a quack air, but his brows and eyes are completely gentle. When the sun shines on his face, it smudges like an oil painting.

Looks like someone's young master!

Master Gexing was so excited that he blushed like a Mount Fuji apple, "It's him...that's...it's him, this year he will be sent to the battle song meeting, I still don't believe it, our Tianle song club won't get a good sign?! "

Zhao Zhenhe was singing on the stage, but he was also secretly watching the situation under the stage. He was relieved after hearing Master Gexing's excited promise.

Counting, it has been eight months since Zhao Zhenhe came to this world. He came here in the summer, and now the three seasons have rotated, and it is the spring of the new year. In other words, he still has four months to go. mission accomplished.

Zhao Xiaxia's health is getting worse and worse. Every night, Zhao Zhenhe basically falls asleep with a splitting headache, and his ears are becoming more and more indistinguishable. It is often a piece of "buzzing". Just now when he sang Sometimes, in fact, it is half real and half empty, listening to the sound of silk and bamboo accompaniment underneath, relying on memory to follow the rhythm.

If he can't seize the opportunity again, his mission this time can basically be said to have failed.

Master Ge Xing was going to go on stage to chat with his husband, but the pirates outside the door came to make trouble again, so he could only rush out, nodding and bowing to the bandit leaders.

In recent days, the Japanese pirates have become more and more rampant, relying on taking down the territory to the south of the dynasty to show off their power, and following the commander-in-chief of the dynasty to make troubles under the nose.

Master Ge Xing rolled his eyes in his heart while lighting cigarettes for those Japanese pirates, waiting for the young marshal of the Tang family who was away from the battle to come back, how dare you be so rampant? !

Zhao Zhenhe went out in his free time, bought a Xinjiang newspaper from the newspaper boy, and rubbed his lower lip to read the battle news on it.

"Master Tang Zhi fought in the southwest and won.The commander-in-chief ordered him to return to Beijing. '

Zhao Zhenhe heaved a sigh of relief after seeing these words. In the past few months, he bought newspapers every month, fearing that Tang Zhi would never return. Fortunately, Tang Zhi is a man of integrity, not only won the battle but also returned to Beijing.

"What are you looking at, hand over the money on your body! If you don't call out, I will let you taste what Lao Tzu's gun tastes like!"

On the street, a Japanese pirate pointed a gun at a guy pulling a rickshaw, with a fierce expression and spittle flying everywhere, and everyone around him fled in fear.

The man knelt on the ground, "Don't dare, sir, all my wages are here today, please forgive me." The man tremblingly took money out of his pocket, begging for mercy all the time , for fear that one bullet would kill him.

There are many unsightly people on the street, but they dare not go forward. After all, they are unarmed and the pirates have guns in their hands. There are old and young at home, who dares to provoke them?

When Zhao Zhenhe stood up, the Japanese pirate had already left triumphantly, and then he spread out the newspaper and read the words "the commander-in-chief ordered Tang Zhi to return to Beijing" on it, and immediately felt full of irony.

The war was going well, it was the momentum of victory, how could Tang Zhi come back suddenly - there could only be one reason, the cowardly commander-in-chief signed a truce with the Japanese pirates again.

Zhao Zhenhe sighed.Always giving in like this, when the country changes its surname, it will be another tragedy of broken mountains and rivers and people living in dire straits!

He slapped the newspaper on the tea table, frowned and left.

Ever since Zhao Zhenhe was selected by the master of Tianle Gexing, he followed the big gentlemen of the major singing shops to rehearse the repertoire of the song. Whenever he practiced, there were a pair of eyes staring at him under the stage.

Those were Tian Xiaochen's eyes.

Tian Xiaoshen heard that a young man named "Twilight" from Tianle Songhang had robbed him of his spot and became the protagonist of the concert, so he aggressively came to see what this person looked like - it turned out that he was at Zhao Xiaxia's home that day. The young master I met.

As soon as this little gentleman called 'Twilight' opened his mouth, Tian Xiaochen was startled. It's fine if others can't hear it, but Tian Xiaochen doesn't know, this is Zhao Xiaxia's voice!How could there be two people with such similar voices in this world!

Since then, Tian Xiaochen became suspicious. He watched Zhao Zhenhe's rehearsal day by day, looking east and west. This face and figure definitely couldn't be Zhao Xia Tian. Zhao Xia Tian was so dark and fat, how could he become what he is now?

And the elders in the surrounding song shop looked down on Zhao Zhenhe because he was young. Who would have thought that Zhao Zhenhe could sing so well, and his attitude gradually changed from contempt at the beginning to respect now.

As soon as the training was over, they immediately stopped Zhao Zhenhe, who was about to pack up and go home with red dates and wolfberry tea, and asked questions about various skills.

"How on earth can the sound transfer be so seamless and without trace?"

"Mr. Twilight, how can I perfectly integrate this opera tone into the Beijing Art Opera?"

"Mr. Twilight, I really can't sing this high note, can you help me find out, it stands to reason that my range can be reached."

Zhao Zhenhe has changed from a group bully at the beginning to a group favorite now.

The big gentlemen around him are very fond of him now, and an older big gentleman threatened to betroth his daughter to Zhao Zhenhe. They all think that Zhao Zhenhe is a very good boy, perfect in every aspect, except for the single expression——

When Mr. Huang looked at people, he always (￣_￣) looked at them. Several senior gentlemen thought it meant looking down on people, but later found that Zhao Zhenhe always looked like this no matter what he was doing.

Except when drinking high-quality tea, the eyes will open a little bit, revealing the beautiful eyeballs inside.

Sure enough, talented people are extraordinary... ahem... extraordinary!

Fifteen days later, the song will be held as usual. Among the crowd, Zhao Zhenhe played the role of a scholar who went to Beijing to rush for the exam and was fascinated by the fox demon.

At the beginning, it was a youthful and high-spirited melody, and every note fell to the ground, with a little innocence of a young man. After meeting the fox demon in the middle, Mr. turned into an illusory high note, ethereal and making people feel that The scholar was fascinated and delirious. In the end, when the fox demon was beheaded, the scholar's singing turned into regret and resignation. Every syllable was filled with sadness, and everyone in the audience got goosebumps. .

"Good! Good! Good!"

After the curtain call, the house was full of applause.

The people sitting under the stage are all high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and they would come to meet the gentleman they like and ask them to go back to be a private singing teacher at every song meeting.

After the singing session was over, there were a lot of people surrounding Zhao Zhenhe. Everyone saw that Mr. Huang Wan was good-looking, and his singing was amazing. Who wouldn't want to take it home?

"I will offer one hundred taels of silver!"

"Come on, I'm ashamed to compete with us for a hundred taels of silver. We will offer one thousand taels of silver. Sir, come back with us!"

"I'll give you two thousand taels of silver!"

"Three thousand taels of silver!"

"Four thousand taels of silver!"

"..."

"Two times for seven thousand silver, two times for seven thousand silver, three times for seven thousand silver!"

"Wait—" A young man interrupted the bidding of the owner of Ge Xing, and slowly walked towards the crowd. This young man was dressed in a military uniform, which was originally exquisite and was polished by the battle, and his eyes had a mature look.

Everyone stepped aside.

Tang Zhi stepped forward, and he stretched out his hand.

"Mr. Tang's family is poor, and there is only one copper coin here. Would you like to come with me?" After speaking, he raised the corners of his lips and looked straight at Zhao Zhenhe.

"It's just a copper coin. Marshal Tang is just kidding. Even a beggar would despise it."

"Isn't this insulting Mr...."

Zhao Zhenhe stepped forward, interrupted everyone's whispering, and gently took the copper plate from Tang Zhi's hand.

"I am willing."