I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 77 If you want to get off work, work overtime first

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't want to pretend.

For example, Messi and Ronaldo, a star of this series, is it necessary to show his feet in front of the Chinese team?

It's enough to clock in and get off work safely and finish the task.

So as not to provoke black feet or something, there are many things.

So he felt that he sang ordinary.

But he has a problem, when he sings this kind of song, his whole body has to move.

The leading actors in many Broadway musicals are the main supporting roles, and this is the habit of the advanced worker Hudelsson to sing and dance.

Jing Xiaoqiang sang "Lambada" and "Jiangnan Style" in the dance hall.

"I Do it for You" is a little more gentle, holding a microphone and pretending to be affectionate and devoted, aria is considered boring.

"does your mother know" is pure flirting.

When I sang for the first time, I danced and teased Lu Xi, your mother knew that you came to play with me.

Recently, those who sing beyond have started to jump with guitar and bass.

This is a singing and dancing habit from Hudelssohn.

So when Jing Xiaoqiang performed this song, he couldn't help but jump.

There was no microphone in the rehearsal hall, so he just freed up his hands. During the prelude to the symphony orchestra, he bowed his head with his legs apart, and his heels shook slightly with the rhythm.

This is also a standard habit of a singer and dancer.

As soon as the hour arrived, the moment I raised my head, my spirit was different: "Look at me, I'm full of engine oil, but my heart is still in the blue sky."

The difference is too big.

The one just now was singing, this is performing, all-round.

It was as if the oversized sweatshirt had oil stains on it.

Moreover, he has a large and burly body, and he seems to be holding tools in his left and right hands.

With a wave of his hand: "Look at that, the silver war eagle, is also my passion."

The singing is the narration, full of pride and heroism.

Don't think I'm just a ground mechanic.

The warhawk that day was also my partner.

The emotions interspersed in the singing are filled in an instant like a gas pump!

Here are connoisseurs who have been immersed in singing and dancing for many years, and they are actually kind of taking a half step back, so as not to let themselves feel the dazzling sense of brilliance!
It is even more so that he is in control of that kind of sonorous but humming free tone, and he feels the five-body drop to the ground!

It's like, um, it's like that song: I have a chicken in my left hand, a duck in my right hand, and a fat doll on my back, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...

is it hard?

It's not difficult to say, it's just a combination of singing and dancing.

Isn't it difficult?
If you try it, you will know, even if there is a singing voice, the breath, breathing, and the resonance of the vocal cavity will be throbbing, and the difficulty of everything will increase cubically.

Just don't be out of breath, 90.00% of the nine people have been wiped out.

Jing Xiaoqiang just threw his hands away, like opening and closing a yangko dance:

"From the day I put on the uniform,

This is my battlefield.

I want to hear every roar of an engine;
I want to be familiar with the start and stop of each blade;

Every tool makes me polish the edge of my sword!
That's right, I'm also the sky god general soaring in the blue sky!
For the silver eagle,

Also my passion is flying..."

This kind of small auditorium, which used to follow the Soviet-style architectural style, is also somewhat mixed with the acoustic requirements of European opera houses.

For example, the wavy shape of the walls on both sides facing the stage, such as the fragmented texture of the wall, was done as people asked for it back then.

In fact, the main purpose is to transmit the sound on the podium to every corner in the era of no electric audio.

Therefore, the original opera does not have a microphone. It depends on the Pavarotti-style bulk, and the sound after the chest cavity is resonated and diffused to everyone's ears with the help of the architectural characteristics of the opera house.

Make sure you sit in the front and back, and you can hear it comfortably and shockingly.

So now the members of this little art troupe are shocked.

Looking at this big man up close, he swayed left and right under his easy singing voice.

You can definitely feel the joy and pride on his face.

Even if it's like a gymnast who keeps a slightly exaggerated smile on his face at all times, it's contagious, and it reflects the kind of little slut that, although I didn't go to heaven, it's all up to me to come to heaven.

Some of the dance members who stood farther away could not help but sway gently with the rhythm.

And those military uniforms who were standing beside the singing stage involuntarily applauded and beat the beat.

Only the fat group member who originally sang was dripping with sweat and kept wiping away sweat.

Jing Xiaoqiang also felt that he had restrained himself as much as possible, and he didn't really pull up the treble at the end, but when he got close to showing others, he asked: "Do you feel it, my voice is very loud, please bear with me..."

It's that unbelievable freedom of movement.

Seeing the racing car speeding to a speed of [-] kilometers per hour, he was able to stop lightly without even rushing forward, and asked if it was big, oh, is it fast.

It's almost against the rules of physics.

It is really a voice that can sing the aria of the night, and it is almost as difficult as humming a nursery rhyme when dealing with this kind of song.

Before the sweaty team members could react, the others had already applauded enthusiastically.

I understand this. I already understand that this is a peak that their level cannot reach. As the so-called Shaolin Temple Bodhidharma Hall came out and showed a hand at the Zhenyuan Security Bureau.

At this time, looking at Jing Xiaoqiang's body shape, everyone also thinks that he must be a tenor's body shape.

I feel that he is a top expert in practicing strange techniques.

Very excited, those young singers and dancers who rarely leave the troupe are the most excited.

It turns out that the experts from outside are like this.

Jing Xiaoqiang was still a little puzzled: "Are you alright, why are you sweating so much?"

Isn't it just a song?
He was born in a painting major, and now he specializes in makeup. He has never experienced the cruelty of such a singing major.

There are stage scenes everywhere. The National Grand Theater can't go to the National Grand Theater, but the Shanghai Grand Theater can go there. It's really not enough for a first-class cinema.

There is no bottom line for makeup, and it is only difficult to go to the top.

But not being able to sing professionally means a cliff-like loss of the chance to come on stage.

You can't get on stage anywhere.

But not so.

Jing Xiaoqiang also comforted others: "Your vocal talent is still good, but you have sung this style for a long time and it has been solidified. If you can, look for opportunities to expand in various directions and styles."

Similar to his body shape, but the singing group members who are almost all fat-supported in this circle have no choice but to smile bitterly.

Sure enough, a new string of applause came from the door of the rehearsal hall. Everyone here looked over and immediately stood up straight.

The discipline of the art troupe can't be compared outside.

Mama Lu and the other two soldiers who seemed to be the leaders came over with light touches and applause: "It's really good, it's really good, and immediately raised a huge grade!"

"It's none other than you!"

Jing Xiaoqiang was just about to sing modestly, there were a lot of music schools, and the next four words immediately looked at his mother-in-law, oh, no, it's Lu Xi's mother, what do you mean?
Mother Lu smiled meaningfully: "I think this is the best way to go to the grassroots, to the soldiers, and to the company, right?"

The more serious-looking leader with a national character face nodded his head: "Even a layman like me can hear it, Xiao Chen, you still have a lot to learn, what is the meaning of our art troupe's existence, what is the meaning of this song's existence, What is the significance of the ground soldiers preparing for the battle day after day? You have to solve this ideological problem before you can improve your business level comprehensively."

Another said to him like a cross talk: "This is Comrade Jing Xiaoqiang, a strong soldier, very good, very good, I hope you can remember the glorious mission of our art troupe, work hard, stay close to life, and complete it well. This mission!"

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't dare to say a word. Isn't it my job to give instructions on how to sing?
But I dare not say or ask.

So I just shook hands, didn't say yes without nodding, and of course I understood it was futile.

Because Lu's mother immediately gave him the first task: "This Saturday, I will go down to the company and follow everyone to show this song to the front-line ground soldiers. Can you do it?"

That's right, the meaning of the art troupe's existence is to enrich the cultural and recreational life of the grassroots companies and cheer them on. This is an excellent tradition inherited from the war of liberation to the war of resistance against US aggression and aid in Korea.

The more human nature is wiped out and the extreme hardship is on the battlefield, the song and dance entertainment can bring light and hope.

Including the drama school in those war-torn years, it played this role.

Now the main task of the art troupe is of course to bring joy and laughter to the barracks at the ends of the earth, otherwise life in the barracks would be too boring.

Of course, the former graduates of the Pingjing Academy of Drama understood this truth, and they were not disgusted, and nodded: "No problem..."

The leaders smiled with satisfaction.

"But what does this mean? I can perform for the army for free. They guard the frontier and we do entertainment and condolences. This is our honor, as many times as necessary, but I am a student of the drama school, not a member of the cultural and art troupe. Have an idea."

Of course, it was only when he came down to face Lu's mother alone that he asked.

At this time, it is reflected again that it is better to talk with a little personal relationship.

Lu's mother took out a red book from the four-pocketed officer's uniform and handed it over: "I've got a student card for you in the art troupe, and you will be our non-staff singing expert in the future."

What? !

(End of this chapter)