"Well, I think too." Zhang Feifei rarely praised Lin Mumu, and looked at Lin Mumu:

"You don't like makeup, and I like that. Your voice is pure, even better than mine, and I envy you a little.

However, girls should be clean and self-loving, materialism is the easiest to destroy the throat, there are many talented people in the Chinese music scene, and there are many beautiful girls, but there are very few who really go long. ”

Although Zhang Feifei was not polite to Lin Mumu, she was full of sincerity in her heart.

If she is now a small artist who relies on unspoken rules, Zhang Feifei is really good to her.

Lin Mumu nodded: "Thank you, Sister Feifei." ”

"I saw just now that you like this jasmine very much, why don't you sing it again and practice your voice?" Mrs. Lu suddenly spoke.

She didn't have a whim, just now Zhang Feifei sang, Lin Mumu was intoxicated with Zhang Feifei's timbre and tune, and hummed softly.

But Mrs. Lu paid attention to Lin Mumu, especially Lin Mumu's voice, and she liked it very much.

Since it is a role-playing, of course, it must be played realistically, and Zhang Feifei can't see through her, anyway, even if she doesn't sing well, it can be explained by the word "relation".

So Lin Mumu simply drove the ducks to the shelves, really listened to Mrs. Lu's words, and let go of his voice and sang.

Lin Mumu didn't know how to arrange the music himself, so he could only sing the tune of Zhang Feifei that he had just memorized again.

When Lin Mumu finished singing, Mrs. Lu and Zhang Feifei's eyes were all glued to her.

Lin Mumu himself felt embarrassed, so he could only say sorry to Zhang Feifei:

"I'm sorry, Sister Feifei, I'm not very good at arranging, so I sang it as you did."

"It's okay, you like to sing casually." Zhang Feifei waved her hand generously: "I really didn't expect that your music skills are so good." ”

Zhang Feifei is a well-known soprano, and she is blessed with a high part, and many female singers in China want to imitate Zhang Feifei, but they all die on the high note.

There are a few trebles that have reached it, but they have lost that natural feeling, that is, the treble is high, but it is harsh, unlike Zhang Feifei, the treble can still sing as if walking on the clouds.

Only Lin Mumu actually sang this feeling.

Not really, Lin Mumu and Zhang Feifei are different.

If Zhang Feifei's voice is in the clouds, the sound of the forest is like bringing people into the bamboo forest in the mountains, less excited, and a little more dusty.

"Fei Fei, now you know that there are people outside the people, right?" Mrs. Lu didn't expect Lin Mumu to perform so well, and she also took the opportunity to educate Zhang Feifei.

"Teacher, I was wrong, I shouldn't be contaminated with too many bad habits in the entertainment industry." Zhang Feifei is quite self-aware.

Although she tried her best not to be polluted by the entertainment industry, she still unconsciously contaminated with some habits, such as the pride of big names and no one in her eyes.

To be honest, Zhang Feifei has always looked down on Lin Mumu a little, and looked down on Lin Mumu who was willing to fall and was brought in by unspoken rules.

At this time, Zhang Feifei felt a little sorry for Lin Mumu, and even patted Lin Mumu's shoulder and said:

"Since you are also a student of the teacher, you are my junior sister, you can follow me in the future, don't look for those stinky men."

"Oh." Lin Mumu nodded, she was only here to do the task anyway.

"Mu Mu, you practice this song well, this performance, you go with me, I will personally change and arrange the song, and when the time comes, we will sing together, the effect will definitely be amazing!" Zhang Feifei also came to the spirit, and kept pulling Lin Mumu to practice singing.

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