After the meal, Jun Qing, as usual, took everyone to the piano practice room.

Everyone put their coats and backpacks in the corner, and no one noticed that on the hanger, there was originally a men's thin denim shirt.

"Okay, we've practiced the basic vocal part almost well, let's practice it today, I'll take a look at the results of your practice in the past few days?" Jun sat down in front of the piano lightly, "Who will come first?" ”

"Me?"

He Siyun took the initiative to go to the front, Jun Qing used the piano to help her set a tune, and the girl sang very seriously.

Everyone did not rest, they all listened carefully and learned from each other's strengths.

"It's very good, even when you are ventilating, the diaphragm is still a little nervous, and the upper body must be relaxed, think about the kind of breathing that is particularly relaxed when you sleep......"

Jun Qing explained while taking the initiative to demonstrate.

even stood in front of He Siyun and pulled her palm to her waist, so that she could feel the changes in her abdominal muscles.

No one noticed that the door of the piano practice room was slowly pushed open.

Leng Mo came back this time, originally to get the coat he had forgotten.

Gently pushing open the door, he heard the soft voice inside, and he hesitated to stop his movements.

Knowing that they were practicing here, Leng Mo turned around to leave, and when he heard Jun lightly pointing at He Siyun's voice, he unconsciously stopped.

Because he has no professional singing training, he has never been able to sing well in the high register, He Siyun's problem is just his problem, hearing Jun Qing's professional and concise explanation, he seems to understand it all of a sudden.

Standing by the door, listening to her explanation through the crack in the door, he was silently and unconsciously.

After Jun Qing's guidance, when He Siyun tried to sing again, there was already obvious progress.

"Good!" Jun chuckled and patted He Siyun's shoulder, "That's what you want, imagine that there is a candle in front of you, blowing the flame crookedly, but not blowing it out......"

Turning in the direction of the piano, she noticed the door being opened, and she looked sideways slightly.

Feeling Jun Qing's gaze, Leng Mo quickly pulled the door tight, and stood stiffly in place.

Jun guessed that it was him, but he didn't see it.

"Okay, that's all for today's class, I'll go back to the dormitory to rest for a while, and we'll see you in the auditorium in the evening!"

Everyone quickly packed up their things, Jun took the lead and came out with the bag, and led everyone downstairs.

Sure enough, I saw the familiar blue sports car parked in the parking space not far downstairs.

She smiled and strode away with the group.

Upstairs in the bathroom, watching everyone walk away from afar, Leng Mo returned to the piano room, took his coat on the hanger, and went downstairs to sit in the driver's seat of the car.

Holding the steering wheel in his hand and retracting it, he turned sideways from the passenger seat storage compartment and took out the "Musical Theatre Club Member Information Sheet".

The boy stared at the form in his hand, his brow furrowed.

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On a normal Friday, students living in the city leave school early.

This Friday is destined to be an exception for the Conservatory.

Since that day Jun Qing went to the auditorium and gave Cheng Qianxue a "war letter", the hip-hop dance club has posted the news of this dance fight to the school forum and made every effort to publicize it.

From the musical theater club being spray-painted, to the presidents of the two clubs dancing......

This matter has become the most watched gossip incident of the Conservatory this semester.

Compared with the performance of the hip-hop dance club, this "fighting dance" is obviously more attractive.

There was still half an hour before the performance time, and the auditorium was already full, and many students continued to rush over.