The Daily Life of the Immortal King

A strange accent that came from somewhere was Wang Lingchu's first impression when he heard this wandering singer. Of course, if these problems aside, Wang Ling thinks that he sings well on the whole, at least the singing is still in tune...

However, if you want to become a real professional singer through talent shows, young people are obviously not enough.

Wang Ling's research on music is very limited, and he is only a pair of knives who know a little bit of guitar, so he can't make a more professional evaluation of the youth's singing.

However, on how to stand out in the talent show...

Wang Ling felt that there were the following necessary factors.

First, it may not necessarily be particularly handsome, but at least it must look pleasing to the eye;

Second, maybe the sound does not have to be particularly professional, but at least it must be recognizable. It's useless to just sing out of tune.

Finally, the third point, and the most important point... that is, the life experience must be miserable! And the worse it is, the better! It is best to be able to make all the audience and judges move to tears just by listening to the first dozen or so words of the story...

Regrettably, none of the above conditions were met by this young man.

As a wandering singer, Tang Youning obviously had no plans for her bohemian appearance, which gave people a dirty feeling at first glance. Furthermore, this young man's experience cannot be regarded as miserable at all, at most it can only be regarded as a poor singer who insists on his music dream. There are too many people like this in the Huaxiu country... If you want to get into the audience's attention through the talent show, at least someone in the family must have a terminal illness!

Wang Ling took half a bite of the beef and put it in his mouth, and he was critically criticizing the current talent show... The young man was staring at the plate of silkworm and potato silk bibimbap in front of him, his eyes were red: "I really... Not suitable to be a singer at all?"

The voice was low, and there was a sense of inferiority, but everyone heard it.

Obviously, the loss of today's talent show has hit the youth quite a lot...

Boss Tan turned off the roaring range hood, wiped his greasy hands with a rag, walked slowly to the young man's side, and patted the young man's thin shoulders with distinct collarbones: "Get up, Xiao Tang!"

I don't know if it is because of the fact that he has been engaged in cooking all the year round, but the physique of Boss Tan is very strong, especially in comparison with the youth, the gap in physique is particularly obvious. Wang Ling has no doubts that with a little more effort, Boss Tan can directly smash the young man's shoulder bones...

The owner of this store is no ordinary person.

The cultivation base is at least in the Golden Core Stage.

Wang Ling noticed this as soon as he entered the door.

The boss looked at Tang Youning and continued to comfort him: "Once, a great man said that the birth of a genius requires 99% of the effort and 1% of the talent. Maybe your hard work is not enough! So, don't give up. what!"

The young man raised his head and looked at the boss, as if seeing a glimmer of hope: "Is it true?"

However, just after the boss of the forum finished speaking, Dad Wang turned on the poisonous tongue mode, and silently continued the words and added: "Do you know that there is actually the second half of this famous saying? Although only 1% of the talent is needed, 1 %'s talent is the top priority!"

Tan Boss: "..."

Tang Youning was about to cry: "..." Why did you say it!

Wang Ling: "..." Heartbroken, old iron!

It can only be said that Dad Wang's poisonous tongue skills are getting longer and longer.

This attack of poisonous tongue made the young man completely powerless to resist.

In this regard, the altar boss felt very helpless.

However, Dad Wang obviously did not take his own poisonous tongue seriously.

Everyone has heard such a poisonous chicken soup: nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up...

Dad Wang felt that since there was no talent in doing things, it was a very stupid thing to continue to be persistent. Three hundred and sixty rows of champions, why do you have to hang on a tree? Why can't I hang it a few more times on other trees?

Smash dreams with poisonous tongues... Let young people recognize the reality earlier and get on the right path. Dad Wang felt that this was the correct education and guidance for young people as an elder.

"Lingling, come for a while?" At this moment, Dad Wang suddenly turned his attention to Wang Ling.

Wang Ling was silent: "..."

"Sir, your son is also studying music?" The Boss Tan was a little curious.

Dad Wang shook his head: "He's only a freshman in high school this year, and he learned a little guitar in his spare time. It's a musical second-hand, right? But I think that no matter how hard you work, half of the music industry will be his sooner or later!"

As for the half of the music industry, Tan boss obviously disagreed a little, shook his head and said, "No, no, half of the music industry belongs to the teacher Wang Banbi."

"..."

Speaking of which, the teacher Wang Banbi in the mouth of Tan boss is also a strange person, because he once boasted about Haikou in the media, claiming that if the rock industry loses him, he will lose half of the country... and Wang Banbi's nickname is also Here comes it.

Now, that's a bit of a joke. Therefore, the wandering singer expressed his strong dissatisfaction with Dad Wang's behavior of advocating his son: "I have studied music specially with a vocal teacher... Your son is just a hobby, what else is there to say... Is it too exaggerated?"

"Come on! Lingling! It's time to show the real technique!" Dad Wang suddenly gave Wang Ling a thumbs up, revealing a set of white teeth.

Ding! ——Everyone seems to be able to see Dad Wang's teeth shining...

Wang Ling: "..." Get on your MMP!

Of course Wang Ling refused. It would be fine if he just wanted to play the guitar, but if he wanted to play and sing...the problem would be very serious! Because of his settings, he doesn't speak!

However, under Wang's father Ruju's eyes, Wang Ling finally compromised...

First of all, Wang Ling was afraid that Dad Wang would deduct his pocket money for no reason because he refused. Secondly, Wang Ling was a little concerned about the young people's disdainful eyes.

Then... just perform a segment?

So, Wang Ling silently came to the corner and picked up Yu-Ning Tang's acoustic guitar. He took a deep breath, feeling more tense than his usual life of dread at school.

Tang Youning folded her arms and sneered with the mentality of watching a play: "Oh, is this nervous? When I usually sing in the streets and alleys, so many people look at me and I never get nervous!"

Wang Ling glanced at Tang Youning lightly, and his expression did not show any waves...

What should I sing?

Wang Ling thought for a while...

There are actually very few popular songs in this world, and Hua Xiuguo doesn't pay enough attention to music. However, this didn't mean that Wang Ling usually couldn't hear good music. His celestial ear can be connected to various planes and world lines, just like the FM of a radio.

After thinking about it for a while in his mind, Wang Ling suddenly thought of a song from another plane that is very suitable for guitar playing...

Holding the guitar, Wang Ling strummed the strings several times to try out the sound.

A youthful guitar sounded.

Then, Wang Ling spoke up.