Wade didn't care about this: "Time is very tight, "About Winter", have you practiced it?"

The yellow-haired man held up his glasses, his expression was a little shy and his voice was a little introverted. "Can you change another song?"

"It's too late." Wade waved his hand, "It's only three days before the next new song list, you have to catch up."

"Only change the arrangement." The yellow-haired man nodded seriously, and quickly got up and took out a small guitar from the suitcase behind the sofa. It looked like a children's version, with only four strings.

This instrument is naturally known as Mo Changyou. It is called ukulele professionally. Some people are willing to call it a Hawaiian guitar. Compared with the guitar, the range is narrower, but due to its unique structure, the sound is smoother and lighter, less chirping and more brisk, like the difference between a teenager and a young man.

The yellow-haired man stepped on the small guitar and looked at Wade begging, like an artist waiting for change.

Wade narrowed his eyes and thought about the possibility: "You have a minute to convince me."

"I think about it." The yellow-haired man raised his head stupidly and thought for a few seconds. Then he began to gently pat the piano box with his right hand, giving the rhythm, which was obviously faster than the West Lake version of "About Winter".

With his fingers slid, the Hawaiian-style tropical tune came like the wind. In this gap, he could even shoot the piano box to simulate the drums and give the rhythm.

The moment the yellow-haired man spoke, even Mo Changyu couldn't help but cover his mouth in surprise.

This key is the female version!

Because of the relationship between Adam's apple and throat structure, female voices are naturally about four degrees higher than boys. If a man wants to sing female voice songs without lowering the key, he usually uses false voices because the pitch has exceeded the limit of ordinary men's throats.

This is actually a bit similar to the female role in Peking Opera, a way for men to simulate female voices.

But Huangmao did not use false voices. He sang in a daze, climbing up to the high ground of the range with a real and crisp male voice.

I never thought that such a reluctant person would have such a god-given voice.

A brisk version of "About Winter" is unfolded here. All the bitter elements are replaced by the sweetness of love. The deep love in the original song and the painful lovers have become humorous in the yellow-haired version, plus the clear tenor unique to the yellow-haired man. It took only a dozen seconds for the yellow-haired man to outline the freshness of a young couple on the beach in summer.

In just thirty seconds, Wade raised his hand and made a stop gesture: "Enough, press your way, and arrange the song in two hours to cooperate with you."

The yellow-haired man felt relieved, but soon remembered something again and quickly explained: "The original arrangement is also very good. It is not the arrangement teacher's fault, it is just not suitable for me."

"It's okay, that idiot doesn't care how the song is changed." Wade stood up and nodded at Mo Changyou, "After the next period of time, she will teach you how to protect your voice and enhance your endurance."

After giving the order, Wade and Lin Xiaozao left.

Mo Changyu could only follow his instructions. The yellow-haired man was too unique and the formulaic basic singing method was not applicable to him at all. He was simply using his voice to force himself. The bel canto singing method of lifting air in the abdomen and chest cavity would only make his voice turbid.

All you can teach is to protect your voice.

Mo Changyu walked up to the yellow-haired man and looked at him carefully. He did not listen to music. He only talked about his appearance. He had to find his uniqueness at close range. His eyes looked like a very small child, full of expectations and kindness for the whole world around him.

"Have you done vocal exercises?" Mo Chang asked happily

"What is that?"

"Just like the warm-up exercises before the athletes' competition, they need to make their muscles active and stretch first so that they won't get hurt during strenuous exercise. The same goes for the voice. You need to 'open your voice' before singing. You must warm up before singing high notes in the future, otherwise you won't know which time it will tear it apart."

"Doesn't you break the sound? I've basically never."

"That's you young." Mo Chang said calmly, "If you just want to sing a few songs quickly, you can do whatever you want, but if you want to work in this industry for ten years, you must listen to me. Wade hired me not to correct you, but to protect you."

"I understand." The yellow-haired man smiled and stretched out his right hand, "My name is Yu Sheng. His current identity should be considered a singer."

Although Mo Changyou resists the entertainment industry, he still has a professional spirit. As long as he collects money, he will never be stingy with professional knowledge.

Yu Sheng is like an old driver who has never learned to drive. His experience has long covered his knowledge. He can learn from anywhere almost as soon as he teaches it. Mo Changyu just sorts out important things for him.

In just over an hour, Mo Changyu had finished her work and packed up her things and was about to leave.

As Wade said, geniuses always appear in large numbers, and Mo Changyou felt the prelude to the Golden Age in a daze.

Yu Sheng lay on his back on the sofa and looked out the window: "It's so good."

"What's good?"

"It's so good to be born in this era." Yu Sheng sat up excitedly, trying to describe his feelings, but he was a little helpless. "A few years ago, if someone like me couldn't make music, he might be worse than death."

Mo Changyou snorted: "Murder without any illness. You can do anything, but you don't have to play music."

"But for me, this is the only way to exist, otherwise it's just survival." Yu Sheng looked at Mo Changyou and nodded, "You can understand."

Mo Changyu shook his head and said, "I know what you are talking about, but this is just a wishful ideal. According to you, there are few people in the world who really exist."

"Well... I can't tell you." Yu Sheng smiled foolishly, "Thank you for teaching me to protect my throat. I feel that these tricks can benefit you for the rest of your life."

"It's easy to protect your throat, but it's hard to protect yourself." Mo Changyu lifted up his black suitcase, "Fengxing entertainment is not a good place, please take care of yourself."

"Teacher Wei is a good person, that's enough."

Mo Changyou shook his head, stopped talking, and just walked outside.

"Goodbye." Yu Sheng didn't say much, picked up the small guitar and practiced the new song.

Mo Changyu walked out of the entertainment building. Although the sun sets, the rising sun will rise as usual tomorrow.

Although she always speaks extremely strict, her motherhood is gradually melting by these talented little guys.

But cherish these, children.

...

Half an hour later, in the office of the Star Factory President, Lu Jian and Mo Changyu remained in a confrontation, and had been in a confrontation for several minutes.

"This is the last condition. As long as you nod, Xijun can debut." Mo Changyu stared at Lu Jian.
Chapter completed!