I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 89

In the taxi, Jing Xiaoqiang only told the two girls not to expose his identity as Robert on campus.

In fact, Du Ruolan couldn't even speak the basics.

Pan Yunyan said more after being drunk: "Where did Nen learn to sing, teach me how to be good, Nen..."

Jing Xiaoqiang was in the front seat: "Nen should study hard, just keep an eye on the sports bra, and sing... Look at so many talented people in the Conservatory of Music, only a few of them can really rely on this to eat. , even as a graduate student, you have to study brothel culture..."

Speaking of which, I felt that I could not discourage the enthusiasm of the young comrades to study, so I made up for it: "Acting is much better than the acting profession. There will always be many opportunities for film and television."

Pan Yunyan is good at following and playing: "Nen is my master anyway. You need to teach me more... When you go to Pingjing to perform, take me with you, I can do anything."

Jing Xiaoqiang laughed: "the head of the art troupe, it's Lu Xi's mother, what do you think she will feel when she sees it?"

Essentially, Jing Xiaoqiang didn't want to hide anything.

He doesn't have much heart.

Pan Yunyan really looks like a basin of cold water has been poured...

Du Ruolan didn't say a word the whole time, and watched diagonally with worry.

Jing Xiaoqiang thought she was so adored that she was speechless, or that she was frightened by the head of the art troupe, and was very happy.

Get off at the store ahead of time and let the driver take them back to school.

It was really at nine o'clock in the evening to watch the dance program on TV, and the two girls were still reluctant to miss it.

Except for two spotlights and a spherical white chandelier, there are no electrical appliances in the store.

Lori was lying on the glass counter, with the short tip of her pen left to pinch and write.

Jing Xiaoqiang greeted him and sat on the chair in front of him and continued to think about his singing and dancing.

There is only so much he can do about beyond, the rest is the market's own reaction, and whether he can shake the market choice that affects beyond himself.

He is not familiar with other Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan mainland counterparts, and he is not interested in mixing.

But now that I am doing the song and dance of the art troupe, I will try my best to do it well.

"Rhapsody in the Blue Sky" does not have any copyright issues, the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra wrote the lyrics.

Then I actually improve every time I perform.

From the first ensemble in the symphony orchestra, to the performance of the art troupe, to the repeated performance of the next company, and finally to the leaders of the academy today.

Jing Xiaoqiang is carefully adjusted according to the self-cultivation of a musical actor.

Every time I go to a different position or company, I have to adjust the lyrics a little according to their professional expertise. Missiles, radars, machine repairs, and anti-aircraft guns can all be brought in with a little joy and resonance.

More importantly, the dance movements began to join the dynamic characteristics of the various companies and arms.

For example, in the anti-aircraft artillery battalion, the action of raising artillery shells more, the radar class has the action of wearing earphones, and the missiles are even wiped hard. Basically, when these actions are performed, the soldiers are very excited.

This is called experiencing the feeling with heart, and then artistically processing it, rather than trying to fish and grind foreign workers.

Showing it to the leaders of the hospital today is another show of intentions.

Wei Guangzheng has more things.Leaders, I prefer to watch this.

That is, watching people serve dishes, which is a basic skill on the stage of musicals.

Including dramas, operas, musicals, and many stage performances, it is not always the script that cannot move at all.

For example, in cross talk, this is called "hanging now", which is considered a very high-level artist, and can only perform on the spot.

Thinking of this, something slipped through my mind, but it flashed by habitually.

I put more effort into my mind, re-scrambled the song and dance, and even stood up and made a gentle gesture when Xingzhi arrived. There was no need to show the whole dance, just like a pilot holding an airplane model to simulate the flight process.

Only by immersing in this pure artistic pondering can all the clutter be thrown away.

Lori occasionally looked up at the big boy, smiled and lowered her head to write quickly.

The picture is pretty sweet.

On the way, there were three customers from the Symphony Orchestra and the Conservatory of Music. Jing Xiaoqiang did an incidental make-up.

Earn a few hundred dollars.

Then, after nine o'clock, when she was about to close the store and get off work, Sister Yuan came to play in the dark. printed skirt.

Well, it’s easy to highlight the rustic and vulgar colors, but in this combination, the same color system of blue and black flowers is cleverly used, and there is more mottled and unified contrast, which enhances the complexion.

Jing Xiaoqiang wanted to applaud his love when he saw it from a distance. He was very sexy, and it showed his sister's thoughts clearly.

At first glance, they took advantage of the TV show to take advantage of the two silly girls, and the time management was clear!

He still has the standard, and he joked from a distance: "Oh, what are you dawdling at, does it take so long to make up?"

Yuan Xuejie was taken aback, she trotted two steps and touched her face: "No, I just came here to learn makeup from you, so I didn't deliberately wear makeup..."

Then I felt a little guilty: "I still put on a little makeup, that is, I did a little foundation as you said, this is not makeup."

Jing Xiaoqiang shook his burden: "I saw you coming from a distance, you are so beautiful, just like a little fairy, I was thinking, isn't it? It took so long for makeup to have such a good effect, but now I take a closer look, I really don't have makeup, I can only blame you for being too beautiful, don't you usually look in the mirror?"

This is much more novel than a blunt compliment.

Yuan Xuejie suddenly laughed like a fragrant night, not to mention how good-looking, her eyes were full of fun, and she had long put aside those utilitarian gains and losses.

Even if you know you're doing a show, you should have a happy Spring Festival night.

Jing Xiaoqiang tried the knife and was very satisfied. He turned his head and waved to the clerk who was shocked and did this kind of operation, and was ready to go romantic.

As a result, with a crunch, a bicycle slid over, and Lu Xi's sturdy figure with one leg on the ground staggered the hormone Jing Xiaoqiang was secreting frantically: "Hey, you're really here!"

Jing Xiaoqiang still wanted to support him: "Ah, it's off work, I'm off work too, I was going to discuss with my senior sister about the TV station cosmetics, back..."

I never thought that Sister Yuan would jump to the side with a snap, and her posture was dignified, just like a flight attendant standing by the cabin door: "You've worked hard, I'm here to pick up Xiao Luo, I really hope to interview with the airline next time. You, Jing Xiaoqiang received a very high evaluation from the leaders of our department today with a song "Rhapsody in the Blue Sky"! It is said that he has already studied to have Jing Xiaoqiang take the post of the Minister of Culture and Entertainment in the school, which is very promising!"

Jing Xiaoqiang could hear it with his feet. The bag inquired girl already clearly understood what Lu Xi had to do with "Rhapsody in the Blue Sky"!

How did the news leak? Of course, the two idiots who will definitely not go out.

Jing Xiaoqiang could even guess more clearly that it was Pan Yunyan, the elf-looking fool.

Lu Xi's face was full of surprise: "really? With such a good effect? ​​"

Yuan Xuejie is a talented person. She pretended to pass Jing Xiaoqiang behind Jing Xiaoqiang without saying a word, and asked Luo to talk to a passerby: "I've been waiting for you, let's go, we're going back..."

In fact, with a flick of his wrist, he lightly pinched Jing Xiaoqiang's buttocks, as if urging him, what are you doing, hurry up!
It may have been rebounded by the firmness, and the surprised caress expressed our long-term vision.

Roaming, assisting, and jungler in one go.

Jing Xiaoqiang felt as if the valve core had been pulled out, and immediately slumped.

Seeing that the stupid clerk was dragged away, he was helpless: "I really thank you!"

Lu Xi finally heard something: "Aren't you happy?"

Jing Xiaoqiang was about to cry: "I just want to lazily sing and sell something, why do you have to push me on those stages and stand in front of those warriors, of course I only have to play my role well, but I I don't want to go! They even gave me a whole cultural and art troupe student card, isn't this a forced sale?"

Lu Xi hurriedly explained: "I thought..."

Jing Xiaoqiang roared a little helplessly: "That's what you think, you don't even know what kind of character I am, what kind of mentality, what kind of life I want to live, and I have to arrange my life according to what you think, I still can't resist, I really give I have brought benefits, you might as well make a golden cage and lock me up!"

Lu Xi stopped talking, involuntarily pouted, aggrieved.

Definitely still embarrassed.

So happy to run, riding a bicycle for ten kilometers.

Full of joy to sap the head, and whoever wants to cry.

Those eyes that were still smiling a moment ago are now a little sparkling.

Jing Xiaoqiang sighed even more when he saw it, why didn't he know the kindness of this aunt: "You have such good conditions, you are handsome, you have a background, everything is lined up, even on the flight, you can choose casually. Well, why bother to suffer from this kind of love?"

Lu Xi reached out and grabbed his sleeve lightly, and shook it slowly full of apologies.

Such a good girl makes Jing Xiaoqiang so angry that he wants to slap himself twice!

Can't follow?

Such a big tree, so tall, with lush foliage can climb to the sky.

Stop cutting down the forest, okay?

Or, is freedom really that important?

(End of this chapter)