I fell in love with the cool fishing roommate gl

After that night, Rong Ting suffered from insomnia again at night, thinking over and over again what she meant by Weibo, why is she such a big pig?

Just because I touched it too much.

However, I didn't see Ran Jiu the next day. Later, her schedule seemed to be busier, and Rong Ting almost forgot about it.

Besides, when the May [-]th Youth Day is approaching, the University of Liberal Arts requires five students from each class to participate in the May [-]th youth chorus. Because the rehearsal task is tight, it takes two hours every night and there is no remuneration. There are very few people in each class who are willing to participate few.

The homeroom teacher searched for a long time but was rejected. Remembering that Rong Ting was so talkative, he spent a lot of time persuading her.

Rong Ting knew that the homeroom teacher was kind to her, and besides, the chorus still had 2 extra points in the comprehensive test, so it was not nothing to gain, so he agreed.

Since then, I have fallen into two hours of painful training every night. Fortunately, the atmosphere in the choir is very warm, and the companions are very friendly. Brothers and sisters come over for drinks and snacks from time to time.

The teacher who trains them is a gray-haired old man, who is said to be a singer of the chorus of the Imperial Capital Opera House, and the guidance process is kind and strict.

"High! Go high! Make it louder."

"You are all called dry howling, you have to use your abdominal cavity to make a sound!"

"Yes! Hang your throat! Hold on!"

"Soprano voice! I can't hear the voice!"

"I can't hear the one on the left!"

"The one on the right is louder!"

The old man made everyone feel excited when they were training, but after the two-hour training ended, their backs were sore and their legs hurt, and their voices were too hoarse to speak out.

Rong Ting even felt that his voice was not so hoarse after eating serious Chongqing hotpot.

When I met Ran Jiu again at home, Rong Ting had just brought back Longjiao San and Chuanbei Pipalu from the pharmacy, put them on the coffee table weakly, and was about to fetch water.

There was no hot water, so Ran Jiu followed her into the kitchen and watched her boil a pot of water: "What? Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Rong Tingsheng looked unlovable, and his speech was hoarse: "May [-]th Youth Day, these few days I have to participate in the training of the choir."

"for how long."

"Two hours."

Ran Jiu gave her a thumbs up, "You guys are too hardworking."

"That is."

After the water boiled, Rong Ting picked up a bowl to cool it down faster.But my throat was still burning, and I couldn't wait to drink it.

Ran Jiu found a bottle from the cupboard and handed it to her. Rong Ting knew what it was as soon as he picked it up. The bottle was small, sticky and smelled like sesame oil.

She looked at Ran Jiu in disbelief, meaning are you sure?

Ran Jiu nodded affirmatively, then raised his chin, making a gesture of drinking.

Rong Ting pulled out the cork without saying a word, took out the spoon after thinking about it, poured it into the spoon, and took a sip, the swelling and pain in his throat seemed to have been soaked in an instant, and it eased.

Ran Jiu casually helped her empty the two bowls of hot water, "Don't drink too much sesame oil, or you will have diarrhea."

Rong Ting: "..." I thank you.

After eating, Rong Ting had nothing to do, and practiced the abdominal vocalization method that he talked about during the day.

This method is more metaphysical. It requires strength from the stomach, and the breath from the lower dantian passes through the abdominal cavity, chest cavity, throat cavity, oral cavity, and head to resonate collectively to achieve a stereo sound effect.

Rong Ting usually didn't dare to speak loudly, let alone sing, but he was suddenly assigned to the soprano department, and his voice didn't seem to improve much after hanging for a long time all night.

But the old man put pressure on them before he left: "Our liberal arts school has always been No.1 in the May Fourth chorus. It has not broken through for 10 consecutive years. Don't let it be ruined by our current class."

Rong Ting felt even more stressed when he thought of this.

Ran Jiu ran out to drink water, and suddenly saw the door of Rong Ting's bedroom was open, and a shaky figure was standing in front of the window, a little silly, he didn't know what he was doing.

"Hi!"

Rong Ting turned around in fright and saw Ran Jiu squinting at her, "What are you doing?"

"Me?" She gestured from her stomach, "Practice your abdominal voice."

Ran Jiu almost laughed, "Voice in the abdominal cavity? What kind of practice is it if you don't make a sound?"

It was only now that Rong Ting realized that she had been gesticulating blindly for a long time, but in the end she was out of breath, but she didn't say a word.

Ran Jiu sighed and walked over, "You should try first."

Suddenly being stared at and hanging his throat, Rong Ting was still a little uncomfortable.However, she quickly adjusted her state, cleared her throat, took a deep breath and sank into her abdomen, and then opened her mouth——

A faint humming of mosquitoes and flies came from her throat, and Ran Jiu rolled on her bed laughing.

Rong Ting was furious, and forced his respect again: "He... our teacher said that we can't practice in this short period of time, am I already practicing?"

"Okay." Ran Jiu covered his face with a pillow, shaking with a smile all over his body: "You will make progress, don't worry."

Rong Ting walked over and looked at her silently: "Then why are you laughing?"

Ran Jiu got up after laughing enough. She was wearing linen white half-sleeves with a wide neckline, because of the posture of lying down obliquely just now, revealing the black suspenders inside.

Rong Ting turned his face away, but Ran Jiu casually pulled off the neckline to cover the suspender as if he hadn't noticed anything.

Her standing posture is also very tall and straight, her deep and concave collarbone line is obvious, and her whole figure looks like a small baby vegetable with roots that are sprouting red.She laughed: "Don't practice blindly, I will teach you."

"How to practice?" Rong Ting's eyelids drooped, if she was allowed to sing in front of Ran Jiu again, her old face would probably be lost.

When Ran Jiu approached her, Rong Ting had difficulty breathing in an instant, and the instinct to retreat drove her almost out of control.

Immediately afterwards, Ran Jiu stood still and made a hug posture, "You hug me here."

Rong Ting suspected that she had heard it wrong at first, until Ran Jiu gestured to the side impatiently, "Here, this is the position, with the waistline down."

In fact, Rong Ting was forced to experience this method when he first joined the choir.At that time, the old man led two assistant teacher sisters to teach them. The first class was to experience the law of vocalization of the human body.

She still remembered that the two assistant teacher sisters were very kind. During the meeting, they walked up to each of the liberal arts students and asked them to hug her waist to feel the abdominal cavity.

When it was Rong Ting's turn, she hesitated to stretch out her hand, but the senior sister grabbed her bracelet and put it on her waist, and said in a teasing tone: "Primary school girl, you are welcome, senior sister is already a married woman. "

At that time, the whole room roared with laughter, Rong Ting's face was flushed, but after hugging him for a long time, he didn't understand why, and all the teachings of the senior sister were forgotten, otherwise there would be no need to make up for it now.

At this moment Ran Jiu raised his hand towards her, a bit unable to understand her hesitation at this time, and urged: "Hug."

Rong Ting looked left and right embarrassingly, and asked: "Does it have to be like this?"

Ran Jiu put down his hands, "Of course, my mother used to be a vocal music teacher in high school. Although I was a bit repulsed when I was young, I can only learn from her."

Rong Ting really wanted to ask, didn't you feel awkward then?

Later, I thought, maybe it's just that she is not honest in her heart, which makes her always feel awkward.

The words came to my lips and became: "Oh, your mother has cultivated your music cells since childhood, and I feel that you should be quite obedient at that time."

But seeing Ran Jiu's silence for a moment, he turned to a self-deprecating smile: "How can you be disobedient, my mother's temper is not as good as she wants...forget it."

Rong Ting's heart tightened suddenly, looking at Ran Jiu's calm face, he suddenly felt guilty.

Unexpectedly, Ran Jiu's voice raised a bit: "Do you want to learn or not? I usually don't teach other people's exclusive secrets."

Rong Ting walked over silently, according to her instructions, gently hugged her, carefully, like a hollow hug.

Ran Jiu tugged her: "Hold her tighter, you didn't even touch your ribs."

"Oh." Rong Ting hugged her tightly.Ran Jiu's waist was firmly grasped, and the ribs could be felt clearly through the flesh. At this time, Rong Ting felt her lower abdomen contracted, and the waistline was even smaller than before.

"Look, I'm inhaling through my nose now, and my ribs are expanding, you can feel them." She pressed Rong Ting there with one hand, "When my abdomen is swollen, my lower abdomen is actually contracting. Remember to exhale slowly."

Rong Ting's whole body was already stiff at this moment, occasionally responding to Ran Jiu's words with an "um oh", in fact, a thin layer of sweat broke out from the palms of his hands, and he didn't dare to put too much pressure on her body.

Ran Jiu doesn't know anything, and is still doing his best to be a good teacher, "If your breath can be stored according to this path, and then slowly released from the dantian, it will not be a problem to read a long sentence for one minute."

After saying this, she paused for a moment, and in an elegant and cold voice, slowly spoke English: "Inthenight of weariness let me give my self up to sleep without struggle, resting my trust upon thee."

"In this sleepy night, let me surrender myself to sleep and entrust my trust to you."

Rong Ting counted silently, it was about 30 seconds.

If it were her, it would definitely not be possible.

Ran Jiu breathed a sigh of relief after reading this sentence, and after his lower abdomen relaxed, he stuck to Rong Ting's hand again.

The other party's voice was above Rong Ting's head, very clear, "Did you feel it?"

Rong Ting let out a sigh of relief.

"Then, you have to pay attention to your resonance cavity, the head cavity, the throat cavity, and the chest cavity are integrated. When you make a sound, do you feel the head cavity expanding and vibrating?" She moved her hand upwards. , placed on the chest, "Listen, this is chest resonance."

Ran Jiu grabbed her hand and repeated the first half of the sentence in English just now. Rong Ting's palm was on the small sternum, and he could feel a small explosion in his palm...but his wrist Pad on a piece of soft.

What that is, speaks for itself.

Ran Jiu was still tirelessly breathing Ru Lan in her ear, and she closed her eyes, hoping that this process would end soon.

Later, Ran Jiu explained to her the process of all the links in detail. When she said "Okay", Rong Ting was about to withdraw his hand as if he had been pardoned, but she was caught off guard.

Ran Jiu seemed a little dissatisfied: "Wait, why worry, I haven't finished yet."

Rong Ting: "...Oh."

"I'm singing a song now, feel it." Ran Jiu cleared his throat, took a breath, and then began to sing a cappella.

It is a very famous ancient song before, "Qihuang", the tone of the whole song is desolate and desolate, but when Ran Jiu sings, he is unrestrained and unrestrained, with a feeling of calm and breezy, and the past is like smoke.

"Some people pretend to be crazy

fought with me, fought with me

but want a happy ending

Qiao drums are ringing, beacon smoke is vast, sword shadows and knives are shining,

Conspiracy and conspiracy, shadows and shadows. "

When Ran Jiu sang, she was very quiet, in a state of alienation and laziness, but Rong Ting could feel the resonance in her chest, and felt a little trembling when she was close to her body.

Then when it reached the climax of the song, Ran Jiu paused, then suddenly raised his voice.

A quiet ancient voice was narrated by her, the breath was steady and ethereal, it shook Rong Ting's whole body numb, and he had the illusion that the cover of the sky was lifted.

It seems that the phoenix in the nine heavens is crying blood and mourning.

"In this life-and-death arena, whoever really wishes whoever is safe——

Perhaps, the green bamboo withers early, the biwu is already stiff, and human affairs are hard to prevent

Only in the old days, a big dream

From then on, it is better to forget each other than to be on each other's side.

Not on the road to Huangquan, the king in this life does not see the king..."

At the end of the song, when he let go of his hand, Rong Ting's mind was full of messy things, and it was about to twist into a barrage.

"What a thin waist."

"It's a nice harmony."

"The transliteration is really neat."

"It's a very stable play."

Come on, she's ashamed of herself.

After Ran Jiu finished singing, he breathed a sigh of relief, felt a chill in his waist, and lowered his eyes slightly to look at her.

Rong Ting Sea Otter clapped his hands, his eyes glistening: "You sing well!"

Ran Jiu sighed: "It's not for you to listen to the song, abdominal cavity, chest cavity, do you feel it?"

Rong Ting: "... Is it too late for me to say that I feel it?"

Ran Jiu slightly covered his chest, feeling exhausted, "A dead wood cannot be carved."

Rong Ting was puzzled: "Huh?" Although she is a little bad, but don't blame her, it's obvious that the two of them are too close to each other, okay?

Who can learn anything in this state?

Ran Jiu said coldly, "If I were your teacher, I would probably want to beat you up."

Rong Ting: "?"

"Forget it." Ran Jiu patted his wrinkled clothes.

Rong Ting didn't know why he felt disgusted.

"Practice on your own, I'll check tomorrow." Ran Jiu put back the pillow she had just ravaged/tortured, walked forward and said to himself: "How to save a theoretical nerd."

Rong Ting: ...It seems that he was really disgusted.

No matter how hard she helped her for a long time, Rong Ting felt a little sorry and stopped her: "What do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll make it for you."

Ran Jiu had already walked out of the bedroom door, his voice was resentful and vague: "Big pig's trotter."

Rong Ting: "???"