Both Ma and she have emphasized the inclusion of temporary workers' family members so that she can improve more of the basics of choral singing in the classroom.

After all, Chu Zhenyan is a new singer with no choral foundation.

Before that, Guo Qian also went to listen to the performance a few years ago. Chu Zhenyan's performance surprised her. It is not surprising that Ma Huilan has such a high evaluation of Chu Zhenyan.

Therefore, standing on the stage, Guo Qian is also looking forward to Chu Zhenyan's performance.

After all, the chorus also needs to know the tune, and it must have the ability to listen to the tune that is particularly sensitive. After listening to the alto chorus, the mezzo-soprano can be found immediately. Especially when singing a trio, you can't deviate slightly, but you have to grasp the turning point of each note.

Guo Qian's loud voice echoed in the classroom: "Turn on the sound first."

Guo Qian walked to the piano while walking.

The premise of all singing must be turned on, and with Guo Qian's way of opening the voice, a loud and neat voice soon sounded in the classroom.

After about twenty minutes, Guo Qian asked them to sing the first stanza of the score, not the lyrics.

Chu Zhenyan, who was sitting in the crowd, smiled knowingly. As expected, even the basic process of attending a class is similar.

This teaching method slowly turned out Chu Zhenyan's almost dusty memory.

Chu Zhenyan sings easily with music and tunes that he is familiar with.

Because it's a collective chorus, there is no duet yet, so after a few times, there are no problems.

After all, except for Chu Zhenyan, they are all employees of the Propaganda Section, with deep skills and a serious attitude.

"Chu Zhenyan." Guo Qian called Chu Zhenyan's name.

Chu Zhenyan is a soprano. Liu Xiangpu sat behind her and stopped to call Chu Zhenyan's name, and Liu Xiangpu frowned.

Chu Zhenyan was used to zero names and didn't have to stand up, but she still sat down until Liu Xiangpu stabbed her in the back with her hand. She immediately stood up and, according to the rules of the unit, shouted: "Here!"

Guo Qian looked at Chu Zhenyan, but she couldn't see Ma Huilan's original evaluation of Chu Zhenyan. She once had a good condition for the family of employees in all aspects, but her figure was not good.

But look at Chu Zhenyan, wearing work clothes and a good waist, this is the perfect female figure that everyone dreams of.

She nodded secretly: "Zhenyan, I know that you don't have a deep foundation, so in terms of chorus, ask more questions if you don't understand."

Guo Qian called Chu Zhenyan's name to remind her not to be embarrassed.

Chu Zhenyan nodded, and Guo Qian asked Chu Zhenyan to sit down.

The choir class lasted nearly two hours, with less than half an hour of recess.

In fact, in terms of chorus, Zhu Qiuman's voice was too sharp and too personal, so after the chorus tutoring class, Guo Qian left Zhu Qiuman behind.

Zhu Qiuman's spirit was very high, and she was naturally a little unhappy when she was thrown down, she raised her eyes: "Teacher, is my singing voice not good enough?" "Zhu Qiuman, your singing skills are fine. There is no need to question it. But you should remember that this is a chorus. You should try to integrate your voice into it on a solo stage, you are a good performer, but in a chorus, it is difficult for you to express yourself. ”

Guo Qian hit the nail on the head and broke Zhu Qiuman's most fundamental point of view.

Zhu Qiuman's voice is sharp and likes to express himself. Therefore, in the chorus, it is natural that some performances are abrupt. TV debut

Zhu Qiuman's face stiffened, and he didn't say a word.

She also knew that there was a problem with the choir, but Guo Qian was too direct, and she couldn't help it.

After a long time, she nodded: "Teacher, I will correct it!"

Zhu Qiuman's grades were very good, and Guo Qian also patted her on the shoulder: "Keep working hard!"

Let her out.

Wang Cuiqing and Zhang Xinying were both waiting for Zhu Qiuman in the practice room.

Chu Zhenyan leaned against the wall, holding the sheet music in her hand, looking at it from time to time.

Zhang Xinying glanced at Chu Zhenyan out of the corner of her eye. Her eyebrows raised slightly, "Zhenyan, you are so diligent." ”