Deng Xiaoying was invited to Lin Zaishan's music studio and had lunch with Lin Zaishan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Soon, Liu Mengmeng came in with 7 sets of Qili Xiang, and opened the lunch boxes to the table one by one.

Deng Xiaoying sucked her saliva and said, "Teacher Lin, you are so polite, I can't eat so many set meals, I will eat two at most." ”

"Can you eat two servings?" Liu Mengmeng was stunned and said, "That doesn't seem to be enough, I have to get another one." ”

"No, no, there are already so many, what else to take, these flavors are my favorite food." Deng Xiaoying hurriedly went to stop it.

Liu Mengmeng said with a smile: "These are all Mr. Lin's, and he eats at least five set meals at one meal." ”

"Huh?" Deng Xiaoying was stunned.

Lin Zaishan smiled and waved his hand at Deng Xiaoying: "Sit." Don't you want to interview me, that's what I do. I usually eat a lot, you can write into your report. ”

"Wouldn't it? Can you eat five set meals in one meal? Deng Xiaoying's face remained dumbfounded.

"Five boxes are just a base, I didn't move much today, and it's almost the same to eat five boxes. I should have eaten more in the evening. Lin Zaishan urged Deng Xiaoying: "Don't stand stupidly, hurry up and sit down to eat." Eat at the same table with me, you have to keep the state of war at all times, if you eat slowly, it should be gone. ”

Deng Xiaoying was extremely curious, could Lin Zaishan really eat so much?

Seeing that Lin Zaishan was serving a bowl, she also picked up the package box, but her eyes kept looking at Lin Zaishan, but she wanted to see how Lin Zaishan ate.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I look at it, Deng Xiaoying's jaw almost didn't fall to the ground! I saw Lin Zaishan bring the lunch box in front of him, tilt his neck, and directly pour the rice in the lunch box into his mouth.

Ward Days!

Is this eating?!

It's like swallowing rice!

This uncle's appearance when eating is too perverted!

Deng Xiaoying was so frightened that she didn't dare to move her chopsticks.

"Don't just watch me eat, you eat too. I don't see you anymore, I like to eat faster, so that I have more time to do other things, you also eat faster, and we will talk a little more after eating. After Lin Zaishan told Deng Xiaoying, he tilted his neck again and gave the remaining half of the lunch box.

Deng Xiaoying's heart burst out with a capital alloy exclamation mark!

After living for so long, for the first time, she saw a strange person who was unimaginably unimaginable!

This uncle not only sings unexpectedly, but his eating is even more exaggerated than singing!

I've always heard others talk about rice buckets and rice buckets, and this time she finally saw the real "rice bucket"!

This white-headed uncle is simply not human!

Looking at Lin Zaishan like this, Deng Xiaoying suddenly felt like she was looking at God, all this is so incredible!

But when Lin Zaishan finished the second box of packages, Deng Xiaoying didn't feel like she was looking at God, but like watching a demon who grabbed food!

No wonder Lin Zaishan wants to talk about eating with him to always maintain a state of war, if she doesn't eat again, there will be no food!

Stimulated by Lin Zaishan, Deng Xiaoying quickly moved her chopsticks and competed with Lin Zaishan to eat.

In less than five minutes, their lightning-fast lunch was over.

Because she ate too fast, Deng Xiaoying stumbled on a box of lunches and couldn't hold on, she kept burping, and she couldn't stop if she wanted to, which was extremely embarrassing.

Lin Zaishan asked Liu Mengmeng to help clean up the tableware, rubbed his stomach comfortably, and said to Deng Xiaoying: "Xiao Deng, let's hurry up, I probably have an hour to be interviewed by you, and then I will go to prepare for the press conference of Starfish Terrace." ”

Deng Xiaoying hurriedly grabbed the bag, took out a voice recorder and notebook from the bag, and said: "One hour is enough, thank you, Mr. Lin, for accepting my interview!" ”

"Don't worry about thanking me first, I haven't finished talking yet, in the next hour, not only will you interview me, but I will also interview you."

"Cai Cai interviewed me?" Deng Xiaoying was confused.

"Yes, I want to know more about you. I listened to you sing just now, and although you only sang one song, I think it's pretty good, and you have potential to tap. If I could, I'd like to hear you sing again. ”

"Won't it?" Deng Xiaoying said self-deprecatingly: "I sing so ugly, many of the notes are out of tune, not professional at all, do you still want to listen?" ”

"You haven't learned to sing, of course you're not a professional, as long as you learn this, anyone can become professional. But whether you can go further in the future and use your unique voice to impress the audience, this requires God's appreciation - which is commonly known as talent. ”

"What do you mean...... Do I have a talent for singing? Deng Xiaoying felt embarrassed after asking herself, this is also outrageous!

Lin Zaishan gave Deng Xiaoying unwarranted confidence: "Yes, I think you have a certain talent." If you work hard, you may be able to achieve good results in this area. ”

"Cocoa...... I can't even speak, how can I sing? ”

"Music is not a poetry recitation, and it doesn't have to be a clear articulation, you see I sang "Nunchuck", isn't the articulation also very vague, as long as you express the emotions you want to express through the notes, this is enough to move people. Of course, the premise is that your tone must be special enough. In my opinion, your voice is a good voice for singing love songs. The problem of your mouth biting is likely to show a different lyrical effect when it is treated with technology. Anyway, I'm still saying this: if you can work this road, you have a good chance of achieving good results. ”

Lin Zaishan's words are very encouraging, but Deng Xiaoying's heart is still very bottomless, Lin Zaishan's words sounded to her, as if she, a little girl of 1.55 meters, can grow to 1.8 meters again, is this possible? It's impossible!

She can't talk well, and singing is even more ugly, Lin Zaishan actually told her that she has a talent for singing, what kind of intention is this?

Or is this super genius uncle with a special vision, and he really sees something different from her? But no matter how Deng Xiaoying thinks about it, she doesn't feel like this kind of lucky girl.

Seeing that Deng Xiaoying was entangled and hesitating, Lin Zaishan stopped putting pressure on Deng Xiaoying, and said: "Of course, this is just my family's words, and how you choose is your business." If you really don't like singing and don't want to be a singer, then I didn't say anything. But if you like singing more and want to try it in this area, then you can come to our beyond company to learn vocal music, in the process of learning, you will find the shining points in yourself, maybe then you will really like singing, and have the confidence to sing. Singing should not be something that makes you feel inferior, but something that should make you gain self-confidence. ”

Lin Zaishan's last sentence touched Deng Xiaoying very much, and she asked tentatively: "Teacher Lin, I appreciate your appreciation, but I'm not afraid of your jokes, I'm actually a girl who is not very wealthy, I have just joined the job not long ago, and a large part of my current salary has to repay college loans." I don't really have the money to study anything else right now. If your company's vocal lessons are particularly cheap, I might try to take them. ”

"So you're worried about this." Lin Zaishan smiled and said, "We invite you to come and learn, of course it's free." You don't have to worry about spending money on this. In the beginning, we will not sign any training agreement with you, we will not charge you money, and we can also cover your meals. You can come and play purely as a hobby, or you can come as a meal. When you are really interested and determined to work towards this aspect, and we also see more potential and shining points in you, let's talk about the next development plan. ”

"Mr. Lin, I can ask curiously, what is your so-called next development plan?" Deng Xiaoying was curious and really wanted to hear what she was planning.

"The next step is of course to train you to become a signed singer of Beyond. Just like Tang Yaxuan, who just won the championship of "Singer-Songwriter", she is the signed singer of our company. She is not a professional vocal musician, but she is very similar to you in this industry with her hobbies and hard work. You see, she's not doing very well now. You can work towards her. ”

"I understand, I actually want to interview Tang Yaxuan. Hee-hee. ”

"If you really want to be a singer, you have to make some trade-offs in other areas. Of course, you don't have to worry about these things now, when you are really interested in singing, you think that doing this business can make you happy, you can make a good choice. ”

"Mr. Lin, I'm still curious, what kind of trade-offs are some of your so-called trade-offs?"

"It's mainly a trade-off between life and work, if you want to be a contracted singer of our beyond company, you can't do anything else part-time, such as the journalist job you are doing now, you have to quit, you have to focus on the development of your singing career. Also, as an entertainment reporter, you should know that if you are about to become a debut singer, your private life will be affected, such as falling in love, and the company will have certain constraints on you. ”

Deng Xiaoying was a little excited and said, "Teacher Lin, listen to what you mean, do you really want to sign me as a singer?" ”

"Of course, if I don't waste all this time with you, I'm not that idle."

"Yes, yes." Deng Xiaoying was very happy in her heart, but she still couldn't make up her mind. No one had ever said before today that she could sing, or even that she sang well. Her appearance is also not malleable, and it is a bit outrageous to ask her to be a singer.

"Ding-"

Lin Zaishan's mobile phone sent out a text message prompt tone, he picked up the phone to see that it was a text message sent to him by Zhang Zimo, asking him when he had time to have a meal together and talk about music. (To be continued.) )