After the divorce, she airborne hot search

While Ren Kui Xiangfei was gloating, the bus stopped outside a teahouse again, and both of them were on Quan Jiuyao's list.

When Ren Kui got out of the car, he heard the commotion in the courtyard, took a look inside, and understood.The teahouse seems to be a place of entertainment for middle-aged and elderly people. There are people who play mahjong, play chess, drink tea and chat, and even go fishing.

Xiang Fei murmured: "It's better than the farmer's market."

"You are here today, playing mahjong and chess with these old men and women." Quan Jiu said.

Seeing the car door gradually closing, Xiang Fei cried and said, "Teacher, playing mahjong with a group of old men and aunts, it's so embarrassing that you can scratch your fingernails on the castle."

Quan Jiu waved his hand, and the car drove away, leaving behind a group of students who wanted to cry without tears.

Next, Quan Jiu placed the students in four different places.

Han Zhao watched students get out of the car one after another until he was the only one left in the car.

He asked puzzledly, "Teacher nine, where am I going? Why don't I go with them?"

"Your situation is a bit special." Quan Jiu said.

special?Han Zhao lowered his head slightly, and didn't ask any more questions until the bus stopped at the central square.

It was almost ten o'clock at that time, and the downtown square was full of people, most of whom were fashionable young men and women. They wandered between various shopping malls, carrying shopping bags, or holding food and drinks, letting a The city is like a playful young man in his early twenties.

Han Zhao followed Quan Jiu to the square pedestrian street. There were many shops on the left and right, and all kinds of cheerful music played everywhere. It was very lively.

"Teacher nine, what am I going to do?" Han Zhao asked curiously.

Quan Jiu brought Han Zhao to the center of the square.

The downtown square was very large. At that time, there were already many activity exhibition areas on the square, and the central location, the most eye-catching and spacious location, was displaying some musical equipment.

"Can you sing?" Quan Jiu asked.

Han Zhao was stunned, very embarrassed: "I am tone deaf."

Quan Jiu smiled, "That's good." Then he pushed Han Zhao to the microphone, "Your task is to sing here for a day."

Han Zhao was stunned, "Singing? I...I'm really tone deaf."

"I know, what I want is tone insufficiency." Quan Jiu played an accompaniment, and then handed the microphone to Han Zhao, "Quick, everyone watch, I'll wait for you outside the arena." Then he didn't give it to Han Zhao Before you have time to react, turn your head and leave.

Han Zhaomu held the microphone blankly, and after listening to it for a while, he didn't remember which song it was. He had to turn on the music recognizer to recognize the music and recall the lyrics.

But... I am tone deaf, how can I sing? !

Han Zhao looked at more and more people around him, his face flushed red, and the hand holding the microphone kept shaking.

"Wow, so handsome, so handsome, singing must be very nice, hurry up, video."

"This little brother is even more handsome than Baby Qi. It's over, I'm going to change my husband again."

Hearing the discussions around him, Han Zhao's heart beat like a drum.

He anxiously searched among the crowd, and soon saw Quan Jiu, with a helpless expression on his face, he said silently: 【Teacher, I can't sing. 】

Quan Jiu gave an encouraging look, then raised his phone, and switched to the next song.

Han Zhao quickly lowered his head to search for the lyrics.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and he entered the title of the song with great effort, and the lyrics played out soon, but he didn't raise his head for a long time, and even felt a strong urge to run away.

run away.When this word appeared in his mind, Han Zhao almost wanted to run without thinking too much, no matter where he went, as long as he didn't stand here.

But when he wanted to take a step, his feet didn't move at all, and his body fell to the ground due to inertia.

Han Zhao's face turned red in an instant, as if he was about to bleed.He stood up in embarrassment, looked at the soles of his feet, and realized that the ground was coated with super glue, and the shoes were stuck.

Han Zhao looked at Quan Jiu helplessly, his face turned from red to white and then red again in anxiety.

Quan Jiu just looked at him with a smile, encouraging him silently.

Han Zhao looked around again, perhaps because of his appearance, the surrounding area was already surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, densely packed with people.

Everyone looked at him silently, with all kinds of people including scrutiny, scrutiny, suspicion, curiosity, indifference, and so on.

Just when Han Zhao was dizzy with anxiety, someone couldn't bear it anymore and urged him, "Handsome guy, please sing faster."

Han Zhao picked up the microphone tremblingly, and didn't even dare to look up at people. His head was bent at ninety degrees, his eyes fixed on the phone screen, as if he wanted to get into the screen.

"Handsome guy, don't you want to sing, don't waste everyone's time, the sun is very hot."

Han Zhao pressed the microphone to his lips and squeezed out a voice from his throat.

The voice was broken and small, but even so, the trembling in the voice was clearly heard.

Everyone around was shocked. Obviously, no one thought that such a handsome guy who dared to sing publicly would not know how to sing.

"Handsome guy, your vibrato is pretty good." A girl deliberately teased.

Han Zhao held the microphone tightly, but he still couldn't control his trembling all over.

The girl's comments, the gazes of the people around, and the voices of discussion burned all over his body like a soldering iron, making him wish he could disappear in place.

The accompaniment changed from song to song.The people around have also changed several times.

Han Zhao didn't know how long the time had passed, he just felt that seconds seemed like years.

For a moment, he inadvertently looked up and saw Quan Jiu looking at him with a smile.

She was there the whole time, even her expression didn't change much.

Han Zhao's tense heart couldn't help but relax, and for some reason, he grabbed the microphone by mistake and sang along with the accompaniment.

The voice was still very small, not even on the tune, but at least it wasn't trembling anymore.

His heart was still beating like a drum, but seeing the trusting smile not far away, he suddenly felt less afraid.

Gradually, he began to sing along with the rhythm. He would still blush with embarrassment when encountering a broken high note, but he also sang the first song completely.

After singing a song, Han Zhao felt that his whole body was wet with sweat, and his forehead and palms were dripping with sweat.

Quan Jiu came out at this time, handed Han Zhao a handkerchief, and said softly, "What do you want to sing next?"

Han Zhao was very embarrassed, "Teacher, I don't want to sing anymore, I'm really tone deaf, and it's hard to sing."

"It's really ugly." Quan Jiu chuckled, "To tell you the truth, I'm trying to trick you on purpose. If you don't sing until five o'clock in the afternoon today, I won't let you end."

Han Zhao couldn't laugh or cry, "Teacher...I beg you...I'm really...so sad."

"I know." Quan Jiu said seriously: "It's not that you're not good at acting, on the contrary, you're very savvy. You've been praised too much because of your good looks since you were young, which caused you a great psychological burden. You are afraid of losing face, afraid of being disappointed, you are no longer an ordinary idol burden, but a focus fear.

If you really want to be a good actor, you have to overcome this psychological barrier. "