Idol coser Mr. Sokin

In the middle of the night when the temperature was at its lowest, Zong Jin woke up suddenly.

The whole room was illuminated by the moonlight coming in from the window, and the cool tone made him shrink into the quilt, feeling even colder.

The guest room of Zhongye's house was cleaned up during the day.

Since the guest room of the host's house is available, it is impossible to sleep together in the master bedroom, so Zong Jin went to sleep in the guest room.

He is quite afraid of being lonely, so he usually likes to stay in the crowd.

Zong Jin could not sleep at all, but he was still used to sleeping.

With someone he trusts or an environment he trusts, he can sleep peacefully until he wants to wake up.But if a person is in a strange environment, it always wakes up like this, for no apparent reason.

Probably this is, the so-called sleeping on the sofa in Zhongye's room may be more fragrant than this bed.

Close your eyes, and the result is a greater sense of clarity of mind.

"..."

Forget it, don't sleep.

He sat up and rubbed his loose hair, took a breath and got out of bed.

Walking, practicing, singing, Zong Jin has many ways to calm himself down. He was about to take the key and go out to choose one of the three, but when he approached his door, he heard the faint sound of drums.

"?"

Zong Jin was taken aback, and put his ear close to the door.

Well, I can hear a little bit, but it's weaker, not as clear as when he was standing.

The guest room is next to the master bedroom, basically the door is next to the door, and there is a wall between the rooms.

Zong Jin stood up and approached the wall by the door.

Boom, boom, boom...

Can also vaguely hear small inaudible human voices.

Don't sleep at night and play music in the room?With such doubts in mind, Zong Jin quietly opened the door.

PS: The micro-manipulation shape gravity ability is really easy to use, and the wall crack is recommended.

With this layout, the sound insulation of the wall is greater than that of the door, so you only need to get close to the door of Zhongya Zhongya, and you can basically hear what songs are playing inside.

"君の中にそっ...cough cough..." It sounded like I couldn't sing it and choked.

The music stopped, and a low-pitched original song was played inside, probably Zong Jin would have sung it at the bar last night.

Then, only the prelude to the accompaniment sounded again.

That youthful singing voice made Zong Jinmeng go back to elementary school when he first learned vocal music, he could run eight hundred miles away, and he thought he could sing well, but he was being modest if he said he was good, and he still thought he could sing The best in the world, for a while I sang in the room every day.

Ishigami Senku said nothing

I recorded his singing voice and gave it to him as a birthday gift the year he signed with the entertainment company, saying it was a precious treasure of childhood.

Zong Jin almost cried after hearing it, it was so ugly.

His brother is really gentle, you must know that they have been sleeping in the same room in elementary school, basically Ishigami Qianku is doing experiments over there, and Zong Jin is happily singing beside him.

Except that sometimes the experiment cannot be affected by sound waves, Ishigami Chiku never called to stop.

So a few years later, Zong Jin found out that he had tortured his brother's ears for so long, and his conscience ached.

Speaking from conscience, he guessed that Zhongyuan Zhong was also secretly singing inside. Zong Jin hadn't planned to open the door to enter. Knock on the door twice.

Big baby, let's sing and sing, don't force your voice to sing!This hurts so much!

Very good, it is estimated that the sound of the music has covered it, and there is no movement.

Zong Jin was silent for half a second, turned the doorknob and pushed the door in.

sorry.

It just so happened that Zhongyuan Zhong also turned off the music, cleared his throat a little uncomfortable, and muttered softly: "Why is it different..."

As soon as the door opened, the hairs on Zhongya's back stood on end, and he turned his head immediately.

Silence, silence is the bridge of Naihe tonight.

With a little luck, Zhong Yuanzhong also blocked the computer screen. If you don't look at the blush on his face, and the hands and feet that he doesn't know how to arrange at the moment, it seems normal at first glance: "It's only three o'clock, why are you awake?" ?”

Do you also know it's three o'clock?

Zong Jin couldn't help but look at the table behind Chuya Nakahara. He wondered whether Chuya Nakahara got up to sing in the middle of the night, or was he still awake at all.

But because of his action, Zhong Yuanzhong also misunderstood.Even if he was embarrassed, he showed apology, turned his face sideways and slid his fingertips twice on the skin of his cheeks, without covering it up: "Sorry... did I bother you?"

"No, no, I woke up by myself." Zong Jin regained his senses and walked into the door, approached and pointed at Nakahara Chuya's voice, "Singing like this will hurt your throat, it hurts your throat very much, do vocal opening exercises before singing Yet?"

You don't even need to wait for an answer, just seeing Zhong Yuan Zhongye's confused expression, you know that the other party doesn't even know what vocal practice is.

"..." Zong Jin was silent, but he didn't feel surprised. He rubbed his long hair, "I'll get some warm water, so you can moisten your throat... Are you still singing? If you don't sleep now, I'll teach you how to sing."

I was a little overwhelmed by the high music, Nakahara · I can't sleep and I still want to sing · Nakahara

:"……please."

The room was brightly lit, and the two were sitting in front of the table with two cups of warm water on it. Zong Jin first wrote all the lyrics on the paper. Since he had no tools, he cleared his throat and asked Zhong Yuanzhong to follow him as much as possible. , talked about the feelings he should have when singing, and helped him find the strength to sing.

Later, I discovered that if there is no scale, inaccurate pitch is a problem, and people may not dare to let go of singing because of embarrassment.

"...Don't be shy, there's nothing to be shy about, it's like this from the beginning of singing." Zong Jin comforted.

Of course, he himself has no b number, no matter how good or bad he sings, he dares to sing, and he spells bravely:).

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, and solemnly hummed.

Two hours later, the sky outside the window was already bright, but it was covered by curtains, and only some light could be seen through the cracks. Zong Jin took the initiative to stop.

"Okay, let's try again one last time." Zong Jin clicked on the recording.

Since Zhongyuanzhong didn’t really want to sing many songs, after knowing that he really liked this song of love, Zong Jin simply helped him open his voice, and then began to tune each sentence together, and learned five sentences in two hours .

For beginners, this rate of progress is already very good.

The reason for calling to stop is that Nakahara Chuya's voice probably won't be able to hold it any longer. Judging from Zong Jin's experience in the last singing, it is almost at its limit.If you continue to sing, you will go out of tune. It's not that you can't find the pitch, but that your vocal cords will tremble when they are tired and cross the line.

He played the accompaniment, and Zhongyuan Zhong had been shy when singing in front of people, but now he is fully focused, and all his attention is on the tone, breathing and uttering words.

"Great!" Zong Jin applauded, and played the recording for Chuya Zhongyuan to listen to.

After hearing this, Zhongyuan Zhong also heaved a sigh of relief, with joy in his eyes.

"Don't speak too hard today, and don't be too loud. You sang with your voice a little bit too much earlier. Although you can recover after two days of sleep, you should pay attention to it."

"Okay." Nakahara stood up, and Zong Jin noticed his clothes from the teaching, and he took off the vest shirt under the suit jacket.

Zong Jin paused as he put away his things: "...Are you still awake?"

"Hmm... I went to the interrogation room after receiving the information at night, and I'm going to bed now." Zhong Yuanzhong also yawned, his eyes were foggy, he opened the closet and grabbed a piece of clothing, and walked into the bathroom.

Zong Jin saved the recording for him. After turning off the computer, he was about to leave the room when he heard a "boom" outside the window.

……what?

He stared at the direction of the sound for a second, thinking that something might have fallen upstairs and hit the window, and was about to leave when he heard another "boom".

sough.

With the leaves being blown by the wind, "boom".

It was already dawn outside, but Zong Jin finally couldn't hold back and walked over and opened the curtains.