The Real Young Master is Picking Up Trash [Transmigration Book]

Jiang Zheye was playing with the independent microphone, and it felt good. He thought about what song could impress the judges and the audience on such an occasion.

And suitable for piano accompaniment.

"Lies that last forever." Jiang Zheye said a song that he was good at. It was a sad song. When he sang it before, some audience members would cry because of it.

Just as he was looking at Gu Mo confidently, the other party just frowned slightly and said, "I haven't heard of it, you can search it, I need the score."

ah?No way, it stands to reason that this song is very famous, it is impossible not to have heard it...

In the end, he took out his mobile phone and checked, but found nothing. Only then did Jiang Zheye realize that this is a completely different time and space, and the information of the world is different from his original world.

Faced with Gu Mo's questioning eyes, he could only start to make nonsense: "Why is this song gone? It was clearly there before, haha. Just wait for me, I can get the score."

This didn't bother him, he directly picked up the pen and paper beside him, and began to bury his head in writing the score.

Gu Mo also left the piano bench, looked back and forth between the paper and Jiang Zheye's face, and finally stopped on that delicate face.I have to admit that the other party still has some talents.

When the score that Reteng just wrote was put in his hand, Gu Mo held the paper and read it carefully.

"Don't play it yet, I'll sing it a cappella for you, so you can feel the tune of this song more intuitively." Jiang Zheye is very assertive in his field of expertise.

And Gu Mo would naturally accept good opinions, he took the score back a bit, and handed over the home field to Jiang Zheye who rolled up a piece of paper to act as a microphone.

Jiang Zheye chose to sing a cappella because the microphone was a bit louder, and it was not needed when the room was quiet with only two people.

This piano room is like a world of two people isolated from the world, so that only the dedicated young man is left in Gu Mo's eyes, and the voice of the other party is like a ray of wind in spring, fresh and unique. The atrium of the heart is trembling.

He held the score tightly with his hand, crumpling the paper, and he didn't relax until the end of the song. Looking at the paper, he realized what he had just done.

"Why don't you talk? Is it because I can't sing well?" Jiang Zheye might not ask this question if it was someone else, but this is Gu Mo, who knows music well.He was worried that the other party was too strict and would dislike his voice.

Gu Mo watched the other party bit his lower lip nervously, rolled his Adam's apple, turned and walked towards the piano bench, "This tune is good, I'll read a score first."

It was logical that Jiang Zheye watched Gu Mo perform. Gu Mo was very familiar with the piano. When he played this score for the first time, he was able to play it smoothly from the first note to the last without stopping.

The timbre of the piano is just right when paired with the already sad song, if it is paired with Jiang Zheye's singing voice.

That's probably the best model.

But the most important thing is to cooperate.

Jiang Zheye knew this very well, he was very devoted to his singing career, and he didn't know that the man's vision had changed when he saw him.

In the following days, they will spend most of their time in the piano room.

One day, Jiang Zheye took Su Zhi all the way to the piano room. He wanted the first listener to evaluate for himself how effective it was.

Although he himself is confident, he still needs the audience's objective evaluation more or less.Otherwise, how could he be worthy of his efforts during this time.