"If you want to learn to sing all at once, it's absolutely impossible, unless you have a natural voice, but listen to you...... Or don't force it. ”

As a senior who has debuted for 4 years, Park Su-yeon evaluates Weng Tingjun very objectively, but he doesn't need to be discouraged, he can't sing, can he still act...... Weng Ting has the potential to be an actor, and he is also slightly good-looking.

Well, just slightly better.

Weng Tingjun was sad and indignant, "I think I can develop into a singer, I have a lot of feelings, and I can learn skills the day after tomorrow, and the shortcomings of the voice are made up for by the first two, plus the later stage of the sound, why not?" ”

"Weng Tingjun people must be self-aware. The song Little Apple doesn't need skills or emotions, you just need to express the joyful feelings of the song, and you're halfway there. ”

The master is the teacher, Weng Tingjun happily accepted Pu Suyan's persuasion, otherwise what else could he do? Revolt? Just kidding, the little fat man suppressed him in three or two clicks.

"Breath breathing, dantian vocalization, etc., you watch the video and practice these basic skills yourself, if you don't understand, you can ask me."

"What about you?" Weng Tingjun is not very happy, aren't you my teacher? How to be blatantly lazy? There is no heavenly reason.

"I'm going to practice the repertoire of the WH concert, do you think everyone is as idle as you?"

"Here?"

"Nonsense."

"Excellent."

Studying is a very boring thing, but if there is a beautiful woman with her ass twisting around, this boredom directly turns into happiness.

Of course, Weng Tingjun will not joke about this, he is studying very seriously, fortunately, Xiao Apple does not need any singing skills and skills, otherwise he will definitely be popular with his singing voice that can sing and cry Li Juli. It's the kind of fire that the audience can't burn when they hear it......

Yu Guang secretly glanced at Weng Tingjun's meditative appearance, and Pu Suyan stopped her movements slightly, tilting her head to look at Weng Tingjun's side face.

Burst.

A slight sound suddenly sounded.

Weng Tingjun blushed.

Park So-yeon rolled her eyes.

"It's the dantian that makes the sound, not the !!! that you make the sound with your ass"

"I just let out a fart. As for it? Can you guarantee that you didn't fart while singing and dancing? ”

"Shut up." Park So-yeon pinched her nose, ran to the window, opened the curtains and hurriedly opened the window of the room, after the ventilation. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Weng Tingjun in disgust, what is this guy eating? Oh my God-

Well, it does stink a little, and Weng Tingjun did not refute Park Suyan. They didn't have a lot of time to practice on their own, and he didn't want to be a burden to them. Fortunately, although he sings badly, he does have a talent for learning, and after a few hours, he has a good look.

"Okay, you sing it yourself and see, you are in the middle. The Chinese have an advantage over me in terms of word articulation. ”

Weng Tingjun nodded.

I planted a seed.

Finally the fruit grows.

Today is a great day.

Pick the star and give it to you.

Pull down the moon and give it to you.

Let the sun be angry with you every day.

Turning into a candle

"Stop!"

The expression on Weng Tingjun's face instantly stiffened, "What's wrong." In the middle of it, you almost choked me to death. ”

"Dantian makes a sound, and the qi sinks into the dantian, that is to say, your strength must come out from the abdomen, so that the sound will be stable and thick, your voice conditions are very sharp, if your breath is unstable, what do you think of the effect?"

Sharpen the tip into a male duck's voice?

"Give me your hand."

"Teach me by hand?"

Park Suyan glared at Weng Tingjun viciously, why does this man talk so much nonsense? I couldn't help but take Weng Tingjun's hand and put it on my abdomen, and said very seriously: "Look at the movements of my abdomen." Listen carefully to what I say......"

The right hand was forced to be placed on Park Suyan's abdomen, and Weng Tingjun's pores instantly dilated, and his five fingers trembled slightly uncontrollably.

What kind of clothes do you say women wear when they practice dance?

It's a thin body shirt that used to sing and dance. It had already become wet, and at this time, Weng Tingjun's right hand was placed on it, and the temperature and touch of her abdomen could be clearly perceived.

"I planted a seed and finally grew fruit......"

Park Su-yeon's voice is very tactful, and there seems to be a hint of resentment in this tactful tune, when singing this joyful saliva song. It's a different flavor.

Weng Tingjun took a deep breath, suppressed the heat in his heart, and watched Park Suyan's personal teaching very seriously.

"Do you see how to make a sound?"

Weng Tingjun frowned and fell into deep thought, his right hand subconsciously bent up, and rhythmically tapped Pu Suyan's abdomen as if banging on the table, then nodded and shook his head.

Park Suyan seemed to forget that Weng Tingjun's hand was on her abdomen, looked at Weng Tingjun's appearance, and said puzzledly: "What do you mean by nodding and shaking your head?" ”

"I probably understood something." Weng Tingjun reluctantly took his hand back from Pu Suyan's abdomen, not to mention, although this little fat man is fat, there is no trace of fat on his belly, so where is the fat?

Weng Tingjun carefully looked at Pu Suyan's figure.

"You know what you see me doing?"

Weng Tingjun's face flushed, "If you put your hand on my abdomen, you can see if my voice is right." ”

"Oh."

According to the rhythm and rhythm of Pu Suyan just now, Weng Tingjun copied it again, and found that sure enough, his voice and breath were much more stable.

Pu Suyan listened carefully, her left hand was against Weng Tingjun's abdomen, feeling his slightly sized abdominal muscles, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, he was in good shape.

After several times in a row, Weng Tingjun finally found some tricks, during the intermission, the two sat on the ground, Weng Tingjun lay on the floor, these few hours down, really tired...... How did these girls persevere?

"Have you finished filming the JTBC show?"

Park So-yeon shook her head, "Not yet." ”

"What do you mean?" Weng Tingjun frowned, isn't Park Jung-wook dead yet?

"It's not their problem, I'm not ready."

In fact, the other party has not yet found an imitator with a similar voice to her, and there are really not many Korean who are good at European and American accents, and Park So-yeon is worried that Yung Jeong-kyun and JTBC will call Oh, and hide the facts.

"Oh, that's good."

"Weng Tingjun, how long do you plan to hide it from Zhiyan? The appointment of the new president of Weng's enterprise has become the hottest topic nowadays, and if you can hide it for a while, you can't hide it for a lifetime, and Ji-yeon will always know. ”

After all, Ji-yeon is still young, her psychological tolerance is not so strong, and she is easily influenced by her surroundings, what would she do if she knew that Weng Tingjun was behind this qiē? Park So-yeon didn't dare to imagine.

Weng Tingjun sighed lightly, "When can I hide it, if I can, let her never know the best."

The person she trusts and is closest to her turns out to hurt her the most, so Ji-yeon should collapse, right?

"You've hurt us a lot."

Weng Tingjun was silent, and when they were most helpless, confused and painful, he appeared, like an umbrella, shielding them from the wind and rain.

They are women, he is men.

They were young, and so was he.

"Weng Tingjun, what seeds you planted and what fruits you reaped, I think you should be clear."

After Sister Baolan found out, she wanted to sacrifice herself to protect everyone.

After Sister Juli found out, she entrusted herself to Weng Tingjun.

After Enjing's sister found out, she was full of inexplicable trust in Weng Tingjun.

After Xiaomin's sister found out, she also trusted Weng Tingjun very much.

After Ji-yeon found out. She doesn't know yet.

Do you know what my attitude towards you is after I know?

You should know, Park So-yeon smiled, "We will be together forever, and the name Tiara will never disappear until we can't sing and dance......"

Weng Tingjun didn't want to think about this slightly dignified topic, and looked at Park Suyan in surprise, "You're so fat, you still jump?" ”

"Yikes! I am 163.47 kg, where am I fat? ”

Park So-yeon is very angry, is her figure good by Korean standards? It's just that her physique belongs to the fat type......

"Then why does everyone call you Yuanyuan?" Weng Tingjun pursed his lips, don't quibble, fat is fat, fat is not illegal.

Park Suyan was annoyed and angry, and turned over directly and sat on Weng Tingjun's body, trying to avoid Weng Tingjun's wound.

"Am I fat?" Park So-yeon lowered her head and stared at Weng Tingjun fiercely.

Weng Tingjun was stunned, and subconsciously held on to Pu Suyan's waist.

"You. You're not fat. ”

"Say it again."

"You're not fat."

"Say it again."

"You're not fat."

"Good." Park So-yeon lowered her head and took a bite on Weng Tingjun's face, "Good boy, honesty is a virtue, and this is a reward for you." ”

“。 Park So-yeon, I don't deny that I can't refuse you, but it's not fair to you and them, you can continue to let the dog bite me, and I will always guard you. ”

"Weng Tingjun. I said that I will continue to do what I believe in, even if I know that it is wrong, I don't care, as long as it is worthy of my heart. ”

Sue me here.

The reason it's speeding up is because you're there.

That's enough.

“。 You. Weng Tingjun closed his eyes, he didn't dare to make eye contact with Park Suyan's burning gaze, he really couldn't cry or laugh now.

He saves Park So-yeon.

He was good to Park So-yeon.

It really doesn't have any utilitarian purpose.

He has to admit that he is also very attracted to Park So-yeon, but Juli, Sika, and ......

"No wonder my name is Weng Tingjun, no wonder I take the troubadour's vest, it turns out that I am also so hypocritical......"

"What are you still doing lying there?"

Park So-yeon walked to the door and looked at Weng Jeong-kyun with a smile.

"I'm afraid. I'm afraid you'll eat me. ”

"Don't be afraid, you're still sick, and if you want to eat, you have to wait until you're well."

Weng Tingjun burst into tears, and fled directly with his feet scattered.

Park Suyan looked at Weng Tingjun's back and whispered, "I said, you still owe me a shot." (To be continued.) )