Chapter 17: I want big waves, not clear water
Of course, amidst the cheers and warm applause from the audience, especially with a group of fairies crowding to the front of the stage to congratulate and encourage.
Lu Xi still didn't bite Jing Xiaoqiang's tongue hard, because it was food.
He just expressed his attitude fiercely with his eyes.
In fact, I am still encouraging myself.
Jing Xiaoqiang looked down on me. Are you trying to play this on me?
I really didn’t want to fight with the fairy at this time!
He didn't slap her away. Her soft lips were very delicious, and they tasted a bit like orange. He reached out and gently scratched her at an angle where the audience couldn't see.
Lu Xi was caught off guard and let go.
Jing Xiaoqiang said calmly, "Sorry to bother you during work hours. Today I'm giving you two songs. I'll see if I have any other songs... songs. Um, the next one is Moonlight Serenade. I hope you like it. Thank you..."
After that, he avoided the microphone and whispered to the blushing girl: "I'm at work. How does it feel to be harassed by customers while you are working?"
Lu Xi didn't feel that she had made a mistake. Instead, she said apologetically, "Oh oh oh", and then retreated to the edge of the stage, but stopped dancing. Her eyes were fixed on Jing Xiaoqiang, and anyone could see the light in her eyes.
Huang Xuerong and the others completely gave up.
Look at what kind of suitors these are.
Sure enough, Jing Xiaoqiang sang four popular Hong Kong and Taiwan songs in one breath today, as compensation for the impact of personal affairs on work.
In fact, he was also a little agitated subconsciously. When such a beautiful girl took the initiative to express her love to him, no matter how mature his mentality was, his youthful and passionate physical reactions and dopamine secretion were beyond his control.
Fortunately, he could control it because he knew it was just biological instinct.
Singing is indeed a great way to regulate your emotions.
He performed with his now increasingly skilled smoky voice, expressing himself completely in the way he understood.
It doesn’t matter what the original singer said. Just look at the lyrics and sing in Cantonese according to Mandarin. Although sometimes the tone may not be so suitable, it doesn’t matter because it can be suppressed by the unique voice.
At this time, the skills of the part-time musicians were also revealed. They could adjust the accompaniment according to Xiaoqiang's singing style to ensure that the mood of the accompaniment matched the singing style.
This is a relatively high-end realm, but for the masters of the symphony orchestra, it is no problem at all.
I am very involved and enjoying it.
They also don't like playing the same song over and over again until they feel like vomiting.
Dance fans are so surprised, there are so many fairies and so many romantic love songs, it’s so exciting!
Huang Xuerong was so impressed by the various invitations she received with such gentlemanly manners that she wanted to stick this makeup on her face with super glue!
But the biggest surprise was probably the manager of the dance hall. Jing Xiaoqiang was willing to sing other people's songs and had such an obvious self-recognizable style.
Then just release another tape, that's how you make big money.
Hurry up and go to the old man at the doorman's place to call the people at the audio-visual publishing house and come and hear the result.
So when Jing Xiaoqiang finished singing until after seven o'clock and took his usual break, a few money-obsessed guys were already waiting for him with smiles on their faces: "Record another tape right away? Use Robert's name again, it will definitely be a hit, and then you can perform at a compilation concert!"
In fact, there are countless cover tapes that are popular these days. The older generation of singing stars relied on this to first spread their popularity in the market, and then performed for money all over the country, which is how they made a lot of money.
Jing Xiaoqiang didn't want to be so tired: "That's enough, let's talk about it later."
The manager of the dance hall looked at the long-legged beauty who had become gentle and virtuous and was sitting in the corner by the door one or two meters away. He thought that Jing Xiaoqiang's mind was full of tadpoles and he had no interest in talking about business at this time.
He quickly smoothed things over: "Old Ding, it's enough for you to have heard it. Just go do your thing. We'll go get ready and go into the studio in two days . This is the good sound that Professor Zhou from the Conservatory of Music has urged us to do. Let's have a good talk, a good talk..."
He also made eyes at Jing Xiaoqiang, meaning that he should go pick up girls as soon as possible!
Jing Xiaoqiang sneered and picked up the plastic lunch box he had placed in the corner to replenish his nutrition. He sang for more than half an hour in one breath, which was also an aerobic exercise and was helpful to his current lung capacity. He had to eat and drink something quickly.
Lu Xi now looked like a beauty in her eyes, loving everything she saw. She stretched her neck as far as she could to see what was in the lunch box, but she didn't dare to stand up and disturb Jing Xiaoqiang.
In short, I am trapped in a state of love where I am worried about gains and losses.
Her colleagues were all anxious and came over to help: "Xiao Qiang, look at Xixi's eyes. You can't hide your love for someone."
Jing Xiaoqiang turned a blind eye and said, "Then if you like more, you can hide it."
The girl thought about it for a while, then burst out laughing and turned and ran away.
Lu Xi didn't smile: "you may think I'm casual, but I really don't like to be disturbed at work, so I only like one!"
Jing Xiaoqiang chewed slowly, trying to convert the chicken breast and broccoli into energy. He spoke in a puffy voice, "I can't do it. You see, you like me because you are attracted to my singing or my appearance. You don't understand my personality at all. This is the stimulant secretion of phenylethylamine. It may fade in a few months to a year. On average, it does not exceed thirty months..."
The flight attendants born in the 1990s were relatively naive and were stunned. What kind of scientific theory was this?
It sounds scary.
Jing Xiaoqiang is quite skilled: "I have it too, but I know it's just hormone secretion. I secrete it every time I see a beautiful woman. You see, my job requires me to come into contact with beautiful women every day. Wouldn't it be annoying to have you as my girlfriend? Men are very loyal and always like 18-year-old beauties. For someone like me, marriage and love are a burden to girls. It's better to be simple and direct, not caring about going to bed, getting up and walking on your own, and everyone can satisfy each other's physiological needs. Talking about feelings is too troublesome."
Lu Xi's mouth was half open, staring at the shameless hooligan who was speaking so brazenly.
When Jing Xiaoqiang said this, his eyes were fixed on the beauties on the dance floor. It was a bit of a threat, but it was also what he really thought: "There are so many forests in the world, why do you have to stick to just one tree? In the end, why would you end up getting fed up with each other?"
After eating, drink water. If you have electrolyte powder, it may be more appropriate to make a sports drink.
How about trying making soup?
Taking advantage of the break in the band's performance, Jing Xiaoqiang put away his lunch box, nodded to the drummer, and returned to the stage.
He also seemed to think that he should challenge himself with some different songs and hone his singing skills.
However, he did not notice that the keyboard player immediately pressed the recorder at hand quietly. This was something Professor Zhou had specifically reminded him of.
Whenever Jing Xiaoqiang sings different songs, I try to record them.
The guitar was unnoticeably placed next to a studio-grade microphone specially transferred from the music college.
Then Lu Xi crouched down and quietly moved to Jing Xiaoqiang's lunch box, opened it curiously to take a look, and sniffed it like an owl, not even letting go of the water cup.
I am a little confused about Jing Xiaoqiang's eating habits.
It's already seven or eight o'clock. Singing in a dance hall is so tiring, isn't it just like flight attendants not having a punctual meal time?
The girl squatted there and suddenly felt heartbroken.
Jing Xiaoqiang was right. Lu Xi had already developed a strong desire to understand this big boy.
He eats such seemingly very simple food, sleeps well, and wears... really simply to death.
So when Jing Xiaoqiang finished singing this part, he didn't see Lu Xi and thought that the girl was scared away. He felt a little disappointed but was mostly relieved.
He knew that he just didn't want to take responsibility. There were so many crazy girls in art schools, and the best food was yet to come.
But it seemed like those flight attendants were playing until almost nine o'clock before leaving.
He basically focused on the first half today, singing sixteen or seventeen different Hong Kong and Taiwan songs and testing out several different singing styles with different vocal tones.
We decided to leave after ten o'clock. The main purpose was to sing a song and eat once, but there was not enough food!
But I was a little surprised to find that the denim bag, clothes and other things were gone?
The drummer sitting at the back snickered, "I saw the girl took it. What did you say to her? Her expression changed afterwards."
Jing Xiaoqiang took one thousand yuan to buy things for her, and gave another five hundred yuan to mend clothes and bags .
This is almost the annual income of many city dwellers!
Is this a case of love turning into hate, so why not just pack up and walk away?
Jing Xiaoqiang was both amused and confused, but his rich experience told him that this matter was not simple.
Sure enough, when he hurried out, the doorman leaned over and said that the girl wanted to take the clothes back to wash, and asked for the address!
Jing Xiaoqiang ran home in two steps, and sure enough, he saw two new clothes downstairs that had been washed and hung on the bamboo pole in the alley, still dripping with water.
Then the girl sitting on the steps holding the backpack is the one under the street light.
Jing Xiaoqiang was shouting in his heart, that's not the case, I just want to find a big wave, not to have an innocent love affair!
No……
