food idol

Chapter 127

Qihuang Building, instrumental music room on the 7th floor.

Wen Tang in the middle frowned, glaring at the drummer on one side as if facing an enemy, and then tried to keep up with the rhythm according to the gestures of the music theory teacher next to him.

A moment later, fragmented voices filled the entire room, like weeping, worrying about seeing ghosts, trembling at hearing.

An Ran and Xiao Su couldn't bear to look straight away and turned away. Teacher Le Li looked at the dying Wen Tang with a distorted face, and the drummer next to him was full of black lines, and seemed to be hesitating whether he still had to beat it?

Finally, the hero who saves the world comes!

"Stop, stop!"

The music theory teacher stroked his forehead, shouted to stop with a stomachache-like expression, and then said to the drummer and Wen Tang very sincerely, "Wen Tang, tell me the truth, do you like singing?"

Wen Tang shook his head vigorously.

Teacher Le Li breathed a sigh of relief, and then sincerely but venomously concluded, "This is the legendary throat that can't sing at all!"

There is no sense of pitch at all, less than three of the ten rhythms are accurate, and two bars are bound to be out of tune. A simple introductory piece has been taught for a whole morning and I haven't even figured out the way!If this girl is really going to make a record, the tuner must be the one who will die of exhaustion in the end!
After summarizing, Mr. Le Li couldn't help feeling that after working in the industry for so many years, it was really not easy to come across such a stone.

After all, it was her own baby, and An Ran couldn't stand it any longer. After digging out the ears filled with the magic sound, she pleaded in a low voice, "That teacher, we are actors after all, you see."

"What do you know!" Music theory teacher turned his head suddenly, raised eyebrows, but looked at him with extremely resentful eyes, and said sadly, "No sense of rhythm means you can't sing or dance, dear!"

In this way, how much the development path has been narrowed at once!

Wen Tang had a constipated expression on his face, probably because he felt that this music theory teacher was not easy, so he struggled and said, "How about I try again?"

Before the words fell, the drummer next to him seemed to be struck by lightning, and he didn't even know that the drumstick fell off with tears in his eyes.

Teacher Le Li's mouth twitched, "No need."

If one road fails, then another road, all roads lead to Rome!

The fitness trainer arranged by the company arrived at two o'clock in the afternoon, and Wen Tang followed An Ran and Xiao Su to the restaurant first.

While eating, a tall and thin boy walked in with a guitar on his back, followed by a manager.The boy found a remote seat and sat down. The manager hadn't finished speaking, so he could only sigh when he saw this. After putting away his bag, he went to have dinner with his assistant.

Because the boy's sitting position was quite coincidental, just across from Wen Tang, two tables away, the moment the two looked up, their eyes inevitably met.

The two of them were taken aback at the same time. Wen Tang recognized that this person was Kang Zheng, who lived in the same building as him. Feeling the need to say hello, he smiled his eyes into crescents, and at the same time held up a hand that was stained with blood. A fork of chocolate cake crumbs, waved that way.

Kang looked at her expressionlessly, then lowered his head without warning, as if he hadn't seen Wen Tang's greeting.

Wen Tang withdrew his hand embarrassingly, feeling like a fool, turned to An Ran and asked, "Is he in a bad mood?"

An Ran glanced back quickly, and just happened to meet Kang Zheng's manager who came back with a plate, and they both nodded as a greeting.

Turning around, An Ran lowered her voice and said, "No, Kang Zheng has such a weird temper."

Xiao Su, who was eating, also raised her head, and said mysteriously, "I heard that he has severe communication problems."

(End of this chapter)