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Fatty's good mood completely disappeared after entering the recording studio of the Mixing Tianxia Headquarters...

Crack! The small iron rod as thin as chopsticks drew a phantom, and hit Fatty's curled palm straight.

The pain came into his head, Fatty trembled suddenly, raised his chubby face and said pitifully: "Master, it hurts so much!"

"You still know it hurts"

Han Changsheng tapped Fatty's head with a small iron rod in his hand, and scolded with a blank face: "It's only been a while, and you even forgot the singing skills I taught you. I think you are getting more and more stupid The more you live, the more you go back!"

Fatty pouted and said, "But I haven't practiced singing for several months, so it's normal to forget skills."

Han Changsheng glared, "Is there a reason for not practicing singing? For the past few months, you have been playing games at home every day. I will let you exercise and just kick your legs there. on the face.

What’s the matter, your face looks like your stomach and you’re afraid of catching a cold?”

"Chi Chi..."

Liu Sisi covered her mouth and snickered, her eyes full of gloating.

Han Changsheng squinted at the past, and swung the iron rod twice in the air beside Liu Sisi, "Xiao Sisi, don't try to steal the fun there, you are not much better than Pang Di, you have not forgotten all your singing skills, But I also forgot ninety-nine percent!"

Liu Sisi lowered her head and said honestly: "Master, I know I was wrong, I must practice more in the future!"

More than a year of life told her that the more well-behaved she is at this time, the better she will be. If she dares to speak as stubbornly as Fatty, hitting her hand with a stick is...a lesson from the past!

Chapter 539 Oh, you big-headed ghost!

Tang Yan glanced to the left and right: and found that Yang Mi and Tong Liya were standing obediently, not daring to say a word, his heart immediately rose to his throat.

She touched Tong Liya's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Second sister, why does the master seem to have changed suddenly?"

The last time she danced the mangosteen dance at home, she had seen the sternness of her master.

But at that time, even if he held the rolling pin, he could only swing it a few times at most, and it wouldn't hit him.

Fortunately, the slender iron rod hit Fatty's palm directly. Although the injury didn't look serious, it was still very scary.

Tong Liya said in a low voice: "Master used to be like this when he taught us to sing. As long as we are honest and don't get beaten, Fatty will be beaten purely because...you have a bad mouth, you have to... talk to the master."

"Don't whisper there!"

Han Changsheng stared at Yaya, turned around and walked to the next room with his hands behind his back, and an emotionless voice came clearly.

"Mimi, you take Yaya and the others to continue singing.

It doesn't matter how good you are at singing, you have to memorize the lyrics first.

On the day of the National Day Song Concert, there will be no teleprompter on the big screen in front of you.

Tangtang, Nazha, Little Fatty, you three, follow me to the next room!"

Gu Li Nazha swallowed nervously, and said in a trembling voice: "Eldest sister, second sister, master won't beat me up?"

Yang Mi shook her head and said: "Don't worry, if the master wants to beat you, he will beat you just now. He probably wants to teach you alone."

Tang Yan, Gu Li Nazha and Di Li Reba looked at each other, then went to the next room with Han Changsheng in fear.

This room is a music classroom, one size bigger than the recording studio where Yang Mi's four daughters are.

There are more than half of Chinese and Western musical instruments inside, such as Guzheng, Erhu, piano, guitar, etc...

After entering the room, Han Changsheng asked Fatty to stand up, and pressed his left hand directly on the dantian of her abdomen, "Sound."

Fatty opened his mouth honestly, "Ah..."

Han Changsheng's face darkened, and he raised his hand angrily, and his brain collapsed, "Ah, you big-headed ghost! Don't bother to let you speak out, have you forgotten your dantian when you are so angry?"

Fatty pouted his mouth pitifully, but he didn't dare to hold his tongue anymore.

She took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled forcefully at Dantian, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Feeling the vibration in his palm, Han Changsheng nodded in satisfaction, "It's okay, I haven't forgotten all about it, go to the side and practice first, and then sing a new song after practicing."

"Good!"

Di Lieba nodded obediently, and walked to the side to practice her vocalization.

Han Changsheng asked Tang Yan and Gu Li Nazha who were standing cautiously beside him: "Didn't you two learn vocal skills when you were in school?"

Gu Li Nazha blinked, "It's been too long since I graduated, I forgot."

Tang Yan nodded, "I graduated earlier than Nazha, so I basically forgot about it."

Both of them graduated from acting majors, so the basic skills of this kind of professional courses will naturally not be forgotten too thoroughly.

But I'm not a professional singer, if I haven't practiced this singing skill for a long time, it's natural that I can't do it well enough.

Simply admit the shortcomings directly, and eat a few more mouthfuls of the small stove given by the master.

Han Changsheng grabbed Tangtang and Nazha's tender hands, and pressed them on his stomach, "Let me sing a sentence first, you guys feel what it means to exert strength in the dantian."

"it is good."

The second daughter smiled sweetly, and then became serious.

The master has already started a small stove, so it's not their fault.

"I and my motherland cannot be separated for a moment."