Chapter 42 What did I do wrong that you treat me like this?

Cheng Ling's expectations are simple.

I remember that when she was in the H Rangers, she was a famous singer with a golden voice. Many people were so excited that they burst into tears when they heard her sing.

And now she is determined to make a name for herself in the entertainment industry. Having a good singing voice is undoubtedly a good halo.

For example, Jiang Qiyun.

He is a star in both film, television and music circles. How popular he is!

Cheng Ling clenched her fists, so intoxicated and confident that she looked at the sky while singing.

It was just a song. She turned to look at Jiang Qiyun and asked, "Do you think it sounds good to you?"

In terms of professionalism, Jiang Qiyun is undoubtedly an elite in the industry. If he gives a positive answer, she will be a new star in the music industry. She will take on a singing competition variety show and release a few records...

However, she did not get an answer from Jiang Qiyun.

Jiang Qiyun's face was blank (⊙.⊙).

Cheng Ling's smile gradually disappeared, she turned to look at Bai Muchuan, and asked a monosyllabic question: "Huh?"

Bai Muchuan opened his mouth, unable to make a sound.

Cheng Ling's singing voice is so shocking.

He couldn't tell for a moment whether he was afraid of more sounds of nails scratching the blackboard, or whether he was afraid of more sounds of Cheng Ling singing.

So does barrage.

Everything went blank for more than ten seconds.

Then overwhelming.

[The remaining sleepiness that I had when I woke up in the morning was all gone. 】

【Momentary spirit·JPG】

[My headset said: What have I done wrong and you want to do this to me? 】

[I want to go back to two minutes ago and shout to myself full of expectations: Hurry up and mute! 】

[My mind went white for a moment... I felt that King Jiang Ge must have the same feeling as me. 】

Cheng Ling's reaction to seeing these two guys was definitely not a good one.

Shouldn't it?

Even if it doesn't sound good, in front of so many people in the live broadcast room, shouldn't you hold your nose and say a few perfunctory praises?

Cheng Ling's face gradually turned dark.

Jiang Qiyun finally woke up from that [soul-stirring] singing voice, swallowed, looked at Cheng Ling's dark face, and said cautiously: "Hey, um... your singing... seems to be a bit out of tune..."

"Out of tune? Me?" Cheng Ling pointed to the tip of his nose in surprise, "How is that possible?"

Didn't she hear it?

Could it be that she——

Jiang Qiyun had a guess and said, "What? I just heard this song. You can listen to me singing it first and see if you can hear any difference."

After saying that, Jiang Qiyun didn't even clear his throat or any other preparatory activity, and spoke directly: "Red umbrella, white umbrella; after eating, lie down on the board; lie down on the board, sleep in the coffin, and then bury it in the mountain~"

Cheng Ling listened carefully.

Jiang Qiyun sang a few words, then stopped and asked Cheng Ling: "How is it? Do you hear any difference?"

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[Ah ah ah ah, thank you, King of Singers, for cleaning the dirty ears Cheng Ling just made for me! 】

【It sounds great! Such a cheesy song can have such an ethereal feeling! 】

【It is indeed the sound of being kissed by an angel!!!】

the difference?

What's the difference?

Is it the difference between male and female voices?

Cheng Lingyi frowned, "I think I sang in the same tune as you. Listen to me sing it again: red umbrella, white umbrella; after eating, lie down on the board; lie down on the board, sleep in the coffin, and then bury the mountain~"

【No defense! I was hit hard again! 】

【It’s too early to be happy...freshly cleaned ears! 】

【spirit! Why do you want to sing it again? Why! You tell me (roaring)]

[In order to listen to Jiang Qiyun's song, I just turned up the volume... I won't go into details, I went to the otolaryngologist first, my ears were polluted by 10,000 points. 】

"Well, Cheng Ling, did you know that there is a problem called tone-deafness?" Jiang Qiyun is a professional in the mixed music industry, so naturally he knows better.

He explained, "There is a kind of person who has difficulty perceiving music, or it may be that the muscles around the vocal cords are not fully developed during the growth process... which may cause tone-deafness... Moreover, there is a kind of tone-deafness, in which singing People themselves can’t even hear it…”

Cheng Ling knows about "tone-deaf".

It’s just that she didn’t know that the little sister she had traveled through time was actually the chosen one’s music idiot!

If I had known earlier I wouldn’t have sang.

On the contrary, it had the opposite effect.

The spark of hope to become a new generation of diva had just emerged in my heart, but it was extinguished by reality.

"No one has ever said that my singing is ugly... My parents, brother and sister, they all like to hear me sing..."

Jiang Qiyun said: "I wonder if you have read an ancient article, "Zou Ji satirizes the King of Qi for accepting advice"?"

Cheng Ling understood immediately.

Maybe when they were in the H Rangers, their singing wasn't necessarily good, but they didn't dare or didn't want to say it.

It took Cheng Ling three seconds to accept the reality that he was a tone-deaf person.

Then, she cleared her throat: "Ahem, oh, I got it. I won't sing anymore. What is that, Bai Muchuan!"

Bai Muchuan, who had just picked up his soul, was almost thrown away again by a sudden roar.

"Ah, ah! Sister! What are your orders?"

"Hey, you don't know what this song means?"

Bai Muchuan muttered in his heart: I am not in the mood to listen to the lyrics of your transfer...

But he only dared to slander, without showing it on his face, "I don't know what it means... I thought you were doing stress-resistance exercises for us..."

Your sister’s anti-stress exercises!

Cheng Ling turned the page and began to explain, "The meaning of this song is about poisonous mushrooms. These mushrooms are poisonous mushrooms and cannot be eaten. Eating them will kill people."