my beautiful apprentice

Chapter 122 The Arrival of Shen Bingling

"You deserve it, who asked you to pick things up?" Su Qian said angrily.

Qian Jiang sighed helplessly, then walked upstairs, ready to start working.

"Don't run around, return the phone to me, I have to go out today." Su Qian shouted after Qian Jiang.

Qian Jiang thought for a while and asked, "Why don't you take my phone? If someone provokes you, I don't have your phone."

Su Qian asked puzzledly: "Then why can't you open a Weibo by yourself? Don't tell me you can't. If you can't, I'll help you open one."

"I don't want to use my own." Qian Jiang told the truth helplessly: "What if I open Weibo and others scold me every day? Man, I can't afford to lose that person!"

"Who wants to scold you? Besides, do you still care? Don't you get scolded every day? Are you not used to it?" Su Qian said amusedly.

Qian Jiang thought about it and decided to give up: "Don't be kidding, it's a habit, scolding the street every day is not a good thing, in case a stranger wants to check my Weibo, and then sees that I am being scolded every day, Why don't you leave immediately? Besides, as a man, you have fewer fans than you, a woman, wouldn't that be shameful?"

Su Qian is really helpless, you are not a star, isn't it normal to have fewer fans?What's there to be ashamed of?Tangled with a wool ah?After thinking about it, Su Qian didn't bother to talk nonsense anymore, so she simply told Qian Jiang the password of her Weibo account and asked him to find a place to play by himself.

"Little cat, come up and down!" Qian Jiang yelled upstairs.

Lin Xiaomao hurried up: "Master, what's the matter?"

"Well, how do you turn on something like a live broadcast?" Qian Jiang looked at the TV, feeling a little confused. Being proficient in computers doesn't mean being proficient in launching live broadcasts.

Lin Xiaomao simply logged into his live broadcast platform: "Master, you can use my live broadcast platform, anyway, I really want to play games this morning."

Then Qian Jiang had nothing to say, and then logged into Su Qian's Weibo, sent a message, and told Chen Boxiang the address of the live broadcast.

Chen Boxiang immediately sent out his live broadcast address.

The agreed half an hour arrived soon, but sadly, Shen Bingling hadn't arrived yet.

Zhou Feifei couldn't help asking: "Master, why don't I help you? Although I'm not as good as Bingling, but I was born in a music school anyway, so it's better than you doing it yourself, right?"

Qian Jiang thought about it and agreed.

With Chen Boxiang and Chen Qingguang, we agreed to start, and then, Qian Jiang quickly wrote the lyrics.

Then, Qian Jiang sang while drawing comics, and Zhou Feifei drew the staff for Qian Jiang beside him.

Netizens are very distressed. They thought they would see how musicians compose lyrics and music, but they actually saw such an unsightly side. Chen Qingguang is fine, humming songs while writing, but what is Qianjiang here? Condition?Funny?Do you dare to be more serious if you are out of tune?It's simply killing people!

"Master, I'll sing it once, can you listen to it?" Zhou Feifei asked, enduring the pain in her ears.

Qian Jiang nodded, and then listened to Zhou Feifei singing there: "Wait, it's not right, it's not right at all."

Then, Qian Jiang sang again, Zhou Feifei almost collapsed, what was she singing?She has never heard a song worse than this in her life. Who would have thought that she would listen to it a second time?

"Master, you can't change this at all. It's completely different from before. It's like changing a song." Zhou Feifei asked after listening depressedly.

"Then your sound discrimination ability is too poor?" Qian Jiang said helplessly.

Zhou Feifei almost vomited blood, are you kidding me?You're definitely kidding me. I was born in a conservatory of music anyway. Although I'm not very good at learning, it's not that I can't distinguish the pitch, right?
The people who watched the live broadcast also collapsed. Is this really the great god who helped Su Qian make an album last time?Are you kidding me?Can people with tone deafness write songs?And it sounds so good?That's too much shit, right?If such a person can write such a good song, then those of us who are sound in five tones, are we too useless?

However, something that shocked them happened. Qian Jiang sang while drawing comics without any delay at all.

Especially the speed at which he draws comics is outrageous. Compared with Chen Boxiang's comics, Chen Boxiang is slowly designing the draft, and then slowly sketching the characters. As for the background and pasting the dots, all such things are left to the assistant As for Qianjiang, there is no draft at all, and the original painting is drawn directly, and all the dots behind are all done by themselves. This speed is several times faster than Chen Boxiang. This video of is speeding up.

Chen Boxiang thought with all his heart that the video Qi Yunhui posted before was speeded up by two or three times. Even if Qian Jiang's cartoon drawing speed is really fast, he can win. After all, the content behind him is almost the same, and Qian Jiang Jiang just had a temporary idea, and there is absolutely no way to compare with him.

It's a pity, how did Chen Boxiang know that Qian Jiang copied it completely based on his previous memory, and his thinking behind the content was much clearer than his.

Ten minutes later, Shen Bingling finally arrived. Zhou Feifei was so excited that she almost cried. The savior finally came, and she no longer had to endure Qian Jiang's ugly singing.

"Uncle Qian Jiang, I don't seem to be particularly late, right?" Shen Bingling looked at Qian Jiang worriedly, she was really worried, what if Qian Jiang stopped writing songs for her because she was late.

"You're too slow. Originally, I said, I'll write you a few more songs. Now, I'll give you an hour and a half, as much as you can make. There are only two songs." Qian Jiang drew cartoons very calmly.

Shen Bingling grimaced, my composing speed is not slow, it is clear that you yourself are incomplete and can't draw staves, so the work efficiency is so low every time.

But since there were two hours, Shen Bingling was ready to start work immediately, accepting Zhou Feifei's work just now.

Looking at the stave, Shen Bingling sang a sentence, and Qian Jiang immediately said: "What are you singing? I ran away completely. I am tone-deaf, and you are also tone-deaf?"

Shen Bingling looked at Zhou Feifei suspiciously, Zhou Feifei immediately shook her head, expressing that it had nothing to do with her at all: "Guess what's going on?"

Shen Bingling looked at Qian Jiang and nodded silently: "Uncle, do it according to your method, and I will modify it."

As before, a line of lyrics has to be sung seven or eight times before it can be completely corrected. Shen Bingling is helpless. If she is not thinking about Qian Jiang's songs, she would not do this kind of thing. It is simply torture. When recording albums before, When others corrected her, she at least knew what was wrong, but in front of Qian Jiang, she felt that all the tunes were wrong, and she almost collapsed.

(End of this chapter)