Fang Gang felt warm in his heart when he saw the rising sun singing so frankly.

Looking at his avatar again, although he was wearing sunglasses on his face, he still couldn't hide that frank temperament, which made Fang Gang feel a sense of sympathy in his heart.

He clicked on the new friend's homepage and found that he had just sung a song with him not long ago.

It was Fei Xiang's famous song, a classic old song.

So Fang Gang clicked on the song to listen to it.

I just feel that this Rising Sun sings very delicately, and the singing is full of emotion, and belongs to a singer who sings with his heart.

This made Fang Gang appreciate him very much.

He inadvertently looked through the comments on this song and found a sentence posted by Rising Sun - Teacher, the student only sang an A, which is a shame for you. Thank you, teacher!

Fang Gang hurriedly sent a private message to the Rising Sun - your singing voice is soft and full of feelings, I appreciate it. As for the score, it doesn't matter, the people who can come to participate in the chorus are the pillars of the karaoke in the teacher's heart, come on, brother!

Soon, the other party replied - my good teacher, I will definitely work hard!

Fang Gang replied - I believe that you and all the chorus singers will sing better and better!

I love you, my good teacher. The students look forward to the day when they can sing three worms with the teacher!

When Fang Gang saw his reply, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Because he knows that the bottom version of his chorus only sings SS, if he can sing the score a little higher, sing 3S, or even a full score, how can this chorus singer only get A?

He has a kind of inner self-blame, he feels that after playing karaoke for two months, he only cares about singing his own beautiful voice, but does not take into account the true inner feelings of every chorist.

Today, from the rising sun, Fang Gang realized these kind and lovely K friends, their inner desire for scores.

This gave Fang Gang a sense of responsibility and a sense of mission to sing a full score for everyone.

He suddenly had a decision.

Although it was already early summer, Fang Gang ran to the wardrobe and turned out two thick quilts.

With his mobile phone in his left hand and two large quilts in his right hand, he walked into the kitchen.

He knew deep down that all the locations in the whole house, only the kitchen wall was not connected to the neighbor's house. Because the kitchen of this old building has a patio on one side with windows, and the other side without windows is the exterior wall of the building facing the street.

Fang Gang sat on the windowsill next to the patio in the kitchen, wrapping two large quilts around his head and body from top to bottom.

He immediately felt the heat all over his body.

"For the sake of full score, I can't take care of a lot!" Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, and in the two large quilts that wrapped his body, he clicked on the karaoke platform on the mobile phone screen, and found the song of Teresa Teng that was not recorded as a full score chorus just now.

In the heat of breathlessness and sweat, he began to record Teresa Teng's song over and over again.

He didn't know how many times he sang it, and finally he was able to get more and more sentences with perfect marks.

He gradually felt happy, because in the meantime, he was slowly gaining indescribable scoring experience, and it turned out that there was a sense of joy to be found in singing on the line, and this feeling must be sung a lot to be found.

Finally, this time, I was only two short of getting a perfect score.

But in the penultimate verse, I sang another 99!

Wasted all your efforts? hateful!

Fang Gang was so angry that he poked his finger at the screen.

An unexpected phenomenon arose.

The words on the screen stop scrolling, they all stop!

Why is that?

Fang Gang felt very curious in his heart.

So he tapped at the screen again.

Sure enough, the screen began to scroll, and music began to play through the headphones again.

Fang Gang smiled in surprise.

"I'm really stupid, I've been recording for two months, and I don't even know that I can pause!" he shook his head and thought to himself, "In this way, I don't have to be tired of singing, I can sing for a while, and then press the pause to rest for a while, or even drink some water, and continue singing after resting, so that I won't be tired and lose my voice." ”

Thinking of this, he temporarily withdrew from the recording, got out of the tightly wrapped two large quilts, returned to the house, and sat on the sofa.

At this time, he found that his whole body was soaked with sweat.

"The unexpected discovery of today's recording pause is really important. He thought, "Every time I get to the interlude of a song, I can pause, take a break, take a breath, and continue singing when I'm full." Maintaining high energy in this way is definitely easier to get a perfect score than continuous fatigue struggle. ”

He relaxed a little and decided to sit on the couch and rest for a while, then continue to go to the kitchen to wrap himself in a quilt and record.

Inadvertently, he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and it was already two o'clock in the evening.

Fang Gang felt sleepy for a while.

"I can't sleep, the song with a full score hasn't been recorded yet, how can I sleep!" he thought, "I have to record a full score chorus today anyway, even if it is recorded until dawn!"

Thinking of this, he pulled out a packet of pure bitter coffee from the cupboard.

Then I made a pot of boiling water.

He brewed the coffee very strongly, without adding sugar and without any flavoring additives.

In fact, he rarely drinks coffee because he has a habit of drinking coffee and is prone to insomnia.

This time it's obviously out of the way.

Soon, after a cup of hot coffee, Fang Gang felt that his sleepiness was swept away, and his spirit was also a hundred times more uplifted.

He picked up his phone and walked into the kitchen, sat down on the windowsill again, wrapped himself in two quilts, and started recording again.

With the option of pause, it is true that recording is less tiring. But the time was more spent, because every time he interlude, he would pause and rest for a while.

Another two or three hours passed, and the song had been recorded dozens of times, but the penultimate line at the end was never sung with a perfect score, resulting in each recording being almost finished - all the previous work was lost.

Take a few minutes off and record one last time!

Thinking so, he got out of the covers and walked out of the kitchen.

Retrieve a clean short-sleeved T-shirt from the closet and replace the underwear that has been soaked with sweat a few times.

He poured a little more warm water and drank it slowly in small sips.

After a while, Fang Gang felt that his strength had recovered a lot.

He walked back to the kitchen, this time simply standing, wrapped in a quilt and began to record.

Hard work pays off – this phrase is most apt here. Finally, he recorded dozens of consecutive full scores, and now he is about to record the penultimate sentence again.

"You can't fail this time!" Fang Gang thought as he felt his blood boiling. When the scoring line of the penultimate sentence was about to appear, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he turned the sentence over an octave and sang it loudly with a thick and loud head resonance-

Oh my God, the scoring line has finally turned into an all-red for the first time, and the eagerly awaited 100 points have finally appeared......

"There is one more sentence, and one more sentence, only the last sentence is missing!" a strong cry came from his heart, and the veins on his forehead also pounded!