I'm really not a scumbag

“Next, I will send you a song of Southern Girl…”

Chen Jun chooses the tracks that he has heard recently.

I sang more than two dozen songs one after another, and then look at the progress in the system——

[Progress: 4867/5000].

After nearly an hour of singing, Chen Jun’s mouth was dry, and he stopped and drank a large sip of water just now.

At the moment, the progress is not slow, maybe a few more songs can complete the task.

“Southern girl? Well, the melody of this song is very good, it depends on personal singing skills, and emotional investment! ”

Song Qian in the crowd whispered to Guo Xiaoyu.

“This guy looks pretty stylish, white guitar, brand new?”

Guo Xiaoyu is also quietly looking at the mysterious mask man.

In the field, Chen Jun held a white guitar in his arms and stood tall.

Fingers plucking the strings….

Flick, like gurgling water.

“La-la

Chen Jun began to hum softly.

There was silence all around, and couples snuggled up to each other.

“A southern girl lives in a village in the north…”

Chen Jun’s voice was deep, and when he looked up, he was stunned, and the string sound paused for a moment.

Why is Guo Xiaoyu here!

He had just seen a familiar figure appear in the front row, too focused just now to observe the changes around him.

After a two-second pause, Chen Jun continued to play, and his voice rose again.

“She always likes to stand by the side of the road in a dress with flowers, she doesn’t talk much, but her smile is so calm and melodious, and her weak eyes contain the sadness of longing…”

Guo Xiaoyu is a southern girl.

The corners of Chen Jun’s mouth raised slightly, recalling the details of his dealings with Guo Xiaoyu, the strong and independent southern girl Xiaoyu Senior Sister.

“The rainy winter in the southern town is not as cold as the north, and she does not need bloated cotton clothes to cover her watery face, she leaves shadows on the streets and fragrances in people’s hearts.”

Chen Jun looked at the girl in the crowd affectionately.

Many people hummed along, reveling in Chen Jun’s emotional singing.

Even Guo Xiaoyu snorted a few times.

It’s just that for some reason, she always feels that the player is staring at her.

Guo Xiaoyu’s face was hot, and his heart said that narcissism was too much.

Just now, I almost thought this song was sung for her….

“Sounds good.”

Song Qian clapped her hands gently, her eyes shining.

This song can be said to be full of feelings, the singer’s voice is slightly low, and it seems that he has experienced a hard to remember a love.

“Uh-huh…” Guo Xiaoyu agreed.

In the past, her ideal boyfriend was a singing one, and the scumbag Chen was an accident.

“The scumbag doesn’t sing well, it’s right to break up with him, I must find a boyfriend who sings well in the future, and ask him to sing love songs to me every day…” Guo Xiaoyu thought.

Halfway through the song.

Many couples at the scene were moved by the singing and threw banknotes and coins into their guitar bags.

Southern Girl is Chen Jun’s most emotional song so far, and unconsciously, he substituted himself into the song, so he touched many people.

In the system interface, the progress of the task increases rapidly.

It has exceeded Chen Jun’s expectations!

[Task: Control of the singing voice].

[Progress: Complete in all stages].

[Reward: Master singing voice, 500,000 yuan].

Progress achieved!

The moment Chen Jun got the reward, his voice began to squirm and his singing voice began to change.

At this point, the song is only halfway through.

When he sang, “She chewed gum and talked about ideals to the wall, oh, Southern girl, we’re all going to endure the long.” Southern girl, did the tall buildings cover your hopes, hey, yesterday’s rain drenched her thin shoulders…”

The level of singing has suddenly improved, from the professional level to the highest master level, and the improvement is not a little bit.

At the same time, the emotions contained in the song are also sublimated in an instant, and many people can’t help but think of the image of the southern girl in the song!

Weak, strong, beautiful….

“Southern girl, will you fall in love with the North.”

“Southern girl, you said you will return to your hometown this year.”

“……”

“The fruit of the south is ripe, and that is the simplest ideal.”

“La la…”

The sound of the strings gradually muffled and calmed down.

Snap!

The audience gave a round of applause.

“Sounds good!”

“Wow, I remembered my first love, she was a southern girl.”

“I was moved, this song is really awesome, and the second half feels like sublimation.”

“Yes, the second half is too good, definitely at the level of a master! Just now I recorded a video, I want to upload it to the Internet, it’s great! ”

Everyone couldn’t help but sigh, they felt that the second half of the southern girl was better than the original singing.

Guo Xiaoyu and Song Qian were also immersed in the song.

“Reward!”

The two looked at each other and each cast a 50.

However, Chen Jun was packing up his equipment at this time, and it seemed that he was planning to leave.

“Eh, wait, sing another song.”

Guo Xiaoyu subconsciously shouted.

“Yes, yes, sing one more!”

Song Qian was even more obsessed with the singing just now, she was too engrossed just now, and her eyes were filled with tears.

Chen Jun smiled and stared at Guo Xiaoyu.

“Sing one more, I’ll give you a hundred!”

Song Qian took out the bright red banknote.

“Sorry, this is the end of business today.”

Chen Jun was unmoved, possessed the guitar, and turned away.

“This guy, is there money or not?”

Guo Xiaoyu glared.

I don’t know why, I always feel that the mask man is somewhat familiar, from the figure to the voice….

“There is personality, I like it.”

Song Qian’s eyes lit up, and she pursed her lips: “Xiaoyu, don’t rob me with me!” ”

“Grab what?” Guo Xiaoyu wondered.

“Rob him, I’m going to ask him for WeChat, hmph, let him sing to me every day in the future, don’t make me money, right?”

Song Qian is relatively confident in her appearance and figure, which is not comparable to Guo Xiaoyu, but she is also a middle-class beauty.

“Whatever you want, you may not be able to get to WeChat.”

Guo Xiaoyu pouted, when the old lady is you, I want to socialize with others when I listen to a song, and I obey!

“Go, follow me to WeChat.”

Song Qian pulled up her girlfriend and trotted to Chen Jun.

“Hey, can you tell me the WeChat ID?” She blinked, curious about the face beneath the mask.

“WeChat ID…”

Chen Jun smiled meaningfully and said, “Give me the phone.” ”

“Good!”

Song Qian took out her mobile phone excitedly.

Chen Jun put down the device, his slender fingers clicked on the mobile phone screen, and entered a series of numbers.

“That’s it.”

He handed the phone back, leaned over to pick it up, and walked away.

The shadow continues to elongate under the light.

Song Qian looked down and clicked Search….

[Ask for flowers, evaluation tickets, monthly passes! ] 】