Wang Ling's first impression of this vagabond singer was that he had a strange accent from who knew where. Of course, putting these issues aside, Wang Ling felt that the young man sang pretty well overall; at least his voice was still in tune …
But if he wanted to become a true professional singer through a talent show, this young man was clearly far from good.
Wang Ling's knowledge of music was very limited, and he was just an amateur who knew a little about the guitar, so he couldn't give a more professional evaluation of the young man's voice.
But when it came to how to stand out in a talent show …
Wang Ling felt that there were several essential factors.
First, he didn't have to be particularly handsome, but at least he had to be pleasing to the eye.
Second, his voice didn't have to be particularly professional, but at least it had to be recognizable. It was useless to just sing in tune.
Finally, the third and most important point … was that his life experience must be miserable! And the more miserable, the better! It would be best if he could move the audience and the judges to tears just by listening to the first ten or so words of his story …
Unfortunately, this young man didn't have any of the above conditions.
As a vagabond singer, Tang Youning clearly didn't have any plans for his unrestrained appearance, and at first glance, he gave off a dirty feeling. Furthermore, this young man's life experience couldn't be considered miserable at all; at most, he could be considered a poor singer who persisted in his musical dream. There were too many people like this in Huaxiu nation … if you wanted to enter the limelight through a talent show, at the very least, someone in your family had to be terminally ill!
Wang Ling put half a mouthful of beef in his mouth as he fiercely criticized the current talent show in his heart … but the young man's eyes were red as he stared at the heavenly silkworm potato shredded rice in front of him. "As expected … am I not suited to be a singer at all?"
His voice was very low, and there was a sense of inferiority in it, but everyone heard it.
It was very obvious that the failure of today's talent show had been a huge blow to the young man …
Boss Tan turned off the roaring range hood and wiped his greasy hands with a rag. He slowly walked over to the young man and patted his thin shoulder, which had a distinct collarbone. "Cheer up, Little Tang!"
Who knew if it was because he was a chef all year round, but Boss Tan's physique was very strong, especially when compared with the young man's. Wang Ling had no doubt that if Boss Tan used a little more strength, he could directly smash the young man's shoulder bones …
The owner of this shop was not an ordinary person.
His cultivation was at least at the Golden Core stage.
Wang Ling had noticed this as soon as he entered the room.
Boss Tan looked at Tang Youning and continued to comfort him. "There was once a great man who said that the birth of a genius required 99% hard work and 1% talent. Maybe you didn't work hard enough! So, don't give up! "
The young man raised his head and looked at the boss as if he had seen a glimmer of hope. "Is it true?"
But as soon as Boss Tan said this, Father Wang instinctively activated his poisonous tongue mode and quietly added, "Do you know that there's actually a second half to this famous saying? Although only 1% Talent is required, 1% Talent is the most important! "
Boss Tan: "…"
Tang Youning was about to cry. "…" Why did you have to say it out loud!
Wang Ling: "…" My heart hurts, buddy!
It could only be said that Father Wang's poisonous tongue was getting better and better.
This venomous tongue attack left the young man completely defenseless.
Boss Tan felt very helpless about this.
But it was clear that Father Wang didn't care about his poisonous tongue at all.
Everyone had heard the saying: Nothing in the world is difficult as long as you're willing to give up …
Father Wang felt that since you didn't have any talent, continuing to persist was very stupid. Every profession had its own master, so why did you have to hang on to one tree? Why couldn't you hang on other trees a few more times?
Shatter dreams with a poisonous tongue … so that young people could recognize reality earlier and walk on the right path. Father Wang felt that as an elder, this was the right way to educate and guide young people.
"Ling Ling, how about a song?" At that moment, Father Wang suddenly turned to look at Wang Ling.
Wang Ling was silent. "…"
"Sir, does your son also study music?" Boss Tan was a little curious.
Father Wang shook his head. "He's only in his first year of high school this year, and has learned to play the guitar in his spare time. He can be considered a music second-hand, right? But I think if he works hard, he'll own half of the music industry sooner or later! "
Boss Tan clearly didn't agree with half of the music industry, and shook his head. "No, no, no, half of the music industry belongs to that Teacher Wang Banbi."
"…"
Speaking of which, this Teacher Wang Banbi that Boss Tan spoke of could be considered an eccentric person. He had once boasted in the media that if the rock and roll world lost him, it would lose half of its territory … which was how Wang Banbi's nickname had come about.
Now, this was a slightly teasing way of putting it. Thus, this vagabond singer expressed his strong dissatisfaction with Father Wang's promotion of his son. "I learned music from a vocal music teacher … your son is just a hobby, and you still say half of the music industry … isn't that too much of an exaggeration?"
"Go on! Ling Ling! It's time to show off your real skills! "Father Wang suddenly gave Wang Ling a thumbs-up and flashed his white teeth.
Ding! It was as if everyone could see Father Wang's teeth flash …
Wang Ling: "…" Go on, motherf * cker!
Of course, Wang Ling refused. It was fine if he just wanted to play the guitar, but if he wanted him to sing … the problem was very serious! Because he was programmed not to speak!
However, under Father Wang's burning gaze, Wang Ling finally compromised …
First of all, Wang Ling was afraid that Father Wang would dock his allowance for no reason because of his refusal. Secondly, Wang Ling was a little concerned about the young man's disdainful expression.
Then … should he perform a bit?
Thus, Wang Ling quietly went to a corner and picked up Tang Youning's wooden guitar. He took a deep breath and felt even more nervous than his usual life at school.
Tang Youning crossed his arms and sneered as if he were watching a play. "Yo, nervous already? When I sing in the streets and alleys, I've never been nervous with so many people watching me! "
Wang Ling swept an indifferent glance over Tang Youning, his expression unruffled …
What on earth should he sing?
Wang Ling thought for a while …
There were actually very few pop songs in this world, and Huaxiu nation didn't attach enough importance to music. But that didn't mean that Wang Ling couldn't listen to good music. His Heaven's Ear Link could connect to various planes and world lines, just like a radio's FM.
After pondering for a while, Wang Ling suddenly thought of a song from another plane that was very suitable for playing the guitar …
Holding the guitar, Wang Ling strummed the strings a few times to test the sound.
The sound of a youthful guitar rang out.
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