The ace agent starts with the girl group

Chapter 193 Leaning on Your Shoulder
Father Yang is no stranger to the matter of going to class. At first, he was a little at a loss when he saw the two of them hiding in the room. Should he stay at home or go out for a stroll?

From the back, I heard my daughter's voice coming from the room as if she had been bitten by a dog.

He instantly understood that this class was really a class.

This daughter is good in everything, but her singing is too ugly, even worse than her own, and I don't know who she inherited it from.

Xu Qing was sitting in the room, but she was actually very helpless. Yang Tutu was too busy. Starting from giving her the singing card, she only had about 20 lessons one after another.

I don't know if she will be busier next year. If she doesn't make up during the Chinese New Year, the ghost knows that she can sing a song well in the year of the monkey.

At this moment, Xu Qing's face appeared in front of Yang Tutu's face.

【Name: Yang Tutu

Age: 21 years old

Face value: 100
Singing skills: 45 (upper limit 79 points, strong voice characteristics)
Dance: 47
Acting: 47
Speaking of which, Xu Qing made up for her singing skills by giving her lessons from time to time.

Wu Manqi dragged her to dance every day, so she didn't know how to improve her acting skills. What kind of talent might this guy have awakened?
After class, even a player like Yang Tutu couldn't help blushing.

Xu Qing taught her a lot of lessons, but she didn't feel that she had made much progress, but her singing voice was getting louder every day. It used to be difficult to sing and others couldn't hear it when the door was closed, but now it's better, and it can be heard two miles away. It's so embarrassing to hang your throat again.

Why is my voice getting louder and louder, did Brother Qing teach me the wrong direction?
Thinking of this, Yang Tutu sneaked a look at Xu Qing who was in a daze in front of him.

Yang Tutu's voice is getting louder. Of course, Xu Qing has discovered that the voice characteristic of high tension can only be reflected in the voice before it is reflected in the level of singing.

"Brother Qing, is it still necessary for me to take this class?" Yang Tutu asked weakly.

"Of course it's necessary. Hurry up while you're free during the Chinese New Year. Yesterday your dad showed me a photo, and I wrote a song for your dad. You can't sing at all now." Xu Qing thought, and quickly took Yang Tutu's Singing skills have improved to above the majors, so she can sing anyway, and when she has time to slowly improve to the peak of singing, she will also leave the group at that time, and then form a group with Yi Yunyi to make a good breakthrough in the music circle.

"Wrote a song? What song?" Yang Tutu asked in surprise.

"You'll know when the time comes, that's all, let's go out and cook." Xu Qing made a fool of himself.

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Maybe it was really because the New Year was too deserted for two people in previous years, but this year there is one more person, and Dad Yang obviously feels that this year is different.

Especially when he watched his daughter and Xiao Xu busy in the kitchen, he felt an indescribable feeling lingering in his heart.

My daughter was dishonest, she washed the vegetables well, insisted on revenge, and splashed water on Xiao Xu's face with her hands.

Xiao Xu was not angry, and let his daughter make trouble there. He should be in good health, with quick hands and feet, and he could give his daughter a head from time to time while cooking.

Get the daughter yelling.

It's nice to be young!
This year the family has money, so they cook and buy some fireworks by themselves to set off enough.

I still remember when I was a child, my daughter was very envious of the kind of fireworks that could soar into the sky in other people's homes. The family was in trouble, so I had to buy some small fireworks for her enjoyment.

When she grows up later, she doesn't want to set off fireworks, but the fireworks are so beautiful, how can she not set them off because she is getting older?

Thinking of this, Father Yang got on his electric tricycle and headed to the fireworks shop.

The days in winter are short, and it gets dark before six o'clock.

The meal is ready, and when Xu Qing takes the cigarette that Dad Yang just lit and sets off firecrackers, the New Year's Eve dinner can begin.

"Can you do it? If you can't, I'll come." Seeing Xu Qingfang's ignorance, Yang Tutu couldn't help but said.

Xu Qing was also very embarrassed. He was blown up by firecrackers when he was a child. The cross talk at the annual meeting, about Jia Yugao setting off firecrackers, holding the firecrackers in his hand and throwing the lighter, was actually his own experience.

At that time, he lit a kind of firecracker called "Thunder God", which was about three times larger than ordinary firecrackers. He still has a shadow in his heart about the one that exploded for him.

"Who can't do it, who said I can't do it?" Xu Qing said stiffly, and then tremblingly touched the cigarette butt and the fuse of the firecracker.

With a hiss, sparks spewed out from the fuse, Xu Qing immediately threw the firecracker aside, and jumped into the house in three steps in parallel.

"Hahahaha, so you are afraid of firecrackers." Yang Tutu finally understood that Xu Qing was afraid of firecrackers.

"Nonsense, I'm not afraid." Xu Qing burrowed into the depths of the room while talking.

"Don't be afraid, come out with me." Yang Tutu grabbed Xu Qing who was still hiding, and wanted to pull him out.

"You girl, don't be so tough, you won't be able to get married like this." Xu Qing struggled to back up, while yelling at Yang Tutu, no need to yell, the sound of firecrackers is too loud, and the voice is low Yang Tutu couldn't hear him.

"You haven't seen it when I was catching mice with my bare hands in the Sahara. What's this?" Yang Tutu said in a whisper.

Hearing this, Xu Qing remembered instantly. When this guy was recording the group show, he was sleeping in a tent in the desert at night, and a mouse ran in. The other people in E11 were scared and ran around. The mouse didn't say anything after catching it, but even called for extra meals.

Is this any ordinary woman?

After making a fuss, the three of them sat down at the table and ate the New Year's Eve dinner while watching TV.

Xu Qing never had a New Year with three people, he was a big family during the New Year.

However, this is better than him celebrating the New Year alone.

The Spring Festival Gala on TV has not yet started, but the news is talking about the New Year, and I am quite happy to watch it.

"When will Tangtang and Teacher Jia be able to attend the Spring Festival Gala?" Yang Tutu asked suddenly.

"Who knows, don't think about it in the past two years. The Music Association was offended by us last time." Xu Qing shrugged.

"It's okay to offend the Music Association, right?" Dad Yang interjected. In his impression, the Music Association is a very great organization.

"It's okay, what can be the matter." Xu Qing waved his hands indifferently, then raised his glass and said, "Uncle, I would like to toast you and wish you good health."

"You are healthy too, and you all must be healthy."

"I'll come too." Yang Tutu toasted.

After eating a meal for more than an hour, he was full of wine and food. Dad Yang's drinking capacity is very light, and he is already drunk, and he still wobbles when he stands up.

He took Yang Tutu's hand and walked out, then pointed to the canvas-covered fireworks on the tricycle outside the house and said, "Dad bought you fireworks, a lot of them, let's set them off." fireworks."

Hearing Dad Yang's words, Yang Tutu was taken aback for a moment, and then a smile that was more beautiful than fireworks appeared on her face, and she said to Dad Yang, "Okay, let's set off the fireworks."

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The brilliance of silvery white, washed green, lavender, blue, and various colors is like a falling waterfall.

The petals are like rain, and the sound is like thunder.

The light and rain shone on Yang Tutu's raised face and imprinted in her eyes. With the falling of fireworks, tears fell.

She couldn't remember the year when her father held her hand and proudly pointed at something to show off to her.

"Brother Qing, happy new year."

"Happy New Year."

"Are you coming next year?"

"Come on, I'm a homeless person, why don't I come if someone takes me in?"

"Could I lend you a shoulder to lean on? I'm a little tired from looking up."

In the yard at the moment, Father Yang stood by the side like a child, and when the fireworks were over, he would continue to set off for his daughter immediately.

On the other hand, Yang Tutu rested his head on Xu Qing's shoulder, and both of them were looking at the sky.

Partial fireworks, partial people.

(End of this chapter)