Learning martial arts was out of the question. After Yang Yi brought up some training conditions, the little fatty backed off. How could he withstand such a tough training?
"No horse stance, no running, no dieting. Can I still practice some simple martial arts?" the little fatty asked in the end, unwilling to give up.
"No." Yang Yi shook his head.
"Okay …" the little fatty lowered his head dejectedly.
However, without this layer of request, the little fatty continued to display his talkative nature, and the two of them quickly became familiar with each other.
The little fatty's name was Guo Ziyi, and he was a genius youth.
Of course, this was what he thought was extraordinary and patted his chest to admit. However, at the age of sixteen, he had skipped grades to the third year of high school, and his grades were the best in the entire school. His IQ was definitely not low!
However, Yang Yi felt that whether this guy was a genius or not was still undetermined. He was definitely a clown!
A straight-A little fatty felt that the challenge of the college entrance exam was too low, so he changed his goal and signed up for Jiang Chuan's arts exam this month.
"I want to be a big star!" Guo Ziyi said childishly.
Yang Yi could not deny it, but he was very interested. He wanted to know how angry this guy's parents and teachers were when he made this decision!
"My parents don't care about me, but my teachers are worried to death!" Guo Ziyi laughed, "But I don't want to go to Beijing University or Tsing Nan University. I don't want to create results for them! Jiang Chuan is so good, there are so many beauties … "
"…" Yang Yi was speechless.
He was only sixteen, and he was already so eager?
Speaking of which, this guy was using the opportunity of coming over to prepare for the exam to walk around the school all day. Otherwise, he would not have run to Ting Mountain early in the morning to play and be chased by wild boars.
"You suddenly came over to take the arts exam. Can you pass?" Yang Yi expressed his doubts.
Guo Ziyi patted his chubby chest and said unhappily, "Brother Yang, how can you doubt me like this? After all, I've been learning vocal music since I was a child. "
Yang Yi took the guitar that the old man had given him from the wall and handed it to Guo Ziyi. "Perform a song that you're good at. Let me hear it."
"Wow, Big Brother Yang, you have such a good guitar? Brown _ B! " Guo Ziyi knew what was good for him, so he made a fuss about it. After receiving it, he fondled it lovingly.
Yang Yi didn't explain. He just raised his hand and let Guo Ziyi start his performance.
After picking up the guitar, Guo Ziyi's expression became serious. He gently strummed the guitar, thought for a moment, and said, "Then Brother Yang, I'll sing you a song that I like very much. It's Cao Fang's' Small Town in the South '."
(PS: This song exists in reality. For the time being, it's categorized in this world. If you're interested, you can search for it. It's a slow jazz ballad. It's suitable for lazy afternoons.)
Yang Yi didn't know much about this world's music. A while ago, he was busy renovating the coffee shop. He didn't have time to install a high-end sound system at home. When he had the chance, he wanted to "taste" this world's music feast.
The guitar strings were gently pulled, and a very, very slow prelude flowed out.
Yang Yi couldn't help but close his eyes. This melody was very simple, but it gave people a rare peace of mind. He quickly judged that this song should be a ballad.
The same melody was only repeated a few times. Guo Ziyi softly hummed.
"Small town in the south, there's no radiance …"
Yang Yi's eyebrows slightly raised. He glanced at Guo Ziyi and was a little surprised. This kid didn't exaggerate. He did have a very good vocal foundation. But Yang Yi was more surprised by his voice!
In his previous life, Yang Yi felt that in the music industry, every fat person had potential. For example, Han Hong, Sun Nan, Liu Huan, and overseas Adele. Although these people were fat, they had a unique voice. They could sing very high key songs. They could also sing across many vocal ranges.
Guo Ziyi, this little fatty, was obviously the same. Although the song he sang wasn't very high key, it should be a female song. To use this kind of rhythm and sing a slightly high key, Yang Yi admitted that he couldn't do it. But Guo Ziyi sang very easily!
"Every time I come back here, I feel calm."
"The sun is blazing, people walk slowly …"
He was indeed a sixteen-year-old boy. His voice was clear and without any impurities. The boy sang with the same pleasant voice.
"The scattered straw hat, the flowers I planted …" Finally, with this line, Guo Ziyi sang with his extraordinary singing skills.
The word "son" transitioned from the word "flower" to the word "flower". The intonation changed a few times, vividly displaying the languid spirit of the song.
"Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake!"
"I sing this song by myself here, and people just smile, oh, smile …"
"I'm singing this song alone here. You won't know, oh, I know …"
…
Yang Yi really closed his eyes and listened to the song quietly. The song was actually ordinary, but it was pure and simple. People who liked slow ballads would like it, but there were very few of them. It was not easy to become popular in the market.
However, Guo Ziyi's singing was not bad. Whether it was his voice or his singing skills, Yang Yi felt that he was much better than some of the singers in the Chinese music industry in his previous life!
However, after putting down the guitar, this guy's funny nature was revealed again. With a face full of expectation, he asked, "Hehe, brother Yang, what do you think of my singing?"
Looking at his expression, it was almost the same as Xi Xi who was eagerly waiting for her father's praise.
"En, you're going to take the music exam. There shouldn't be a problem." Yang Yi said lightly.
"Ah?" Guo Ziyi was very surprised. He scratched his head and said, "But I'm going to take the acting exam!"
"…"
Yang Yi could not bear it anymore. He took off his slipper and threw it at him, "You're taking the acting exam, why are you telling me you're going to take the vocal exam?"
Guo Ziyi covered his head and scurried away, "The acting exam also tests one's specialty. If I were to take the exam that I know, it would be boring! Ah, ah, I'm wrong. Brother Yang, please don't hit me … "
This joker, it was fine if he was joking, but his skin was as thick as a city wall.
He hung around Yang Yi's place for a day. After being fed two meals by Yang Yi, he actually had the cheek to ask to stay the night, "Brother Yang, your house is so big and so luxurious. Even if it's empty, it's still empty. Why don't I check out of my hotel and stay here?"
When Yang Yi's cold eyes looked over, he quickly put up a defensive posture. He was afraid that Yang Yi would not be able to hold back and beat him again.
"I'm only staying for a few days. After the art exam, I still have to go back to school. I'll pay rent, a lot of rent. "Guo Ziyi smiled fawningly.
This guy! Yang Yi actually knew that Guo Ziyi's family was not ordinary. He could see that the clothes he wore and the watch he wore were not high-end products that an ordinary family could afford. Moreover, when Guo Ziyi was holding the guitar, although he was surprised, he did not show much concern. This meant that he had used it before, and even used a better one!
Guo Ziyi wanted to come over for a free meal, but Yang Yi rejected it in his heart!
But he suddenly remembered that he still needed a helper for his renovation work.
"You can come over and stay for a few days. It's not impossible." Yang Yi looked at Guo Ziyi with bad intentions and said, "I won't charge you rent, but you have to do me a favor …"
Guo Ziyi was overjoyed. He patted his chest and agreed, "No problem, brother Yang. I, Guo Ziyi, have a hundred pounds of meat, I'll be at your disposal!"
Hehe, I hope you can still smile tomorrow!
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