Chapter 71: I say they are rubbish. (1/2)

The other party's monitor Zhao Shijie said earnestly: ”You know, I was kind enough to persuade for the sake of your understanding. You girls are really not suitable for singing the Yellow River. No matter how hard you practice, you can't sing the momentum of the song.”

”What do you mean? You came here on purpose to find fault. ”

”The competition hasn't even started yet, isn't it too early for you to put your tail up to the sky.”

”That is to say, we may not know who is in the front rank and who will laugh when the time comes.”

The girls were fuming. Hearing Zhao Shijie's remarks, the English majors all fired at Zhao Shijie.

Zhao Shijie's situation is very awkward. Although he thinks English Majors are somewhat jokes, he can't be too mean and unreasonable. After all, they are all boys majoring in Monitor and control. They are going to become monk temples if their situation continues. If they can get along well with English majors, many of them will definitely get rid of the single tag, including him.

The school flower Chu Yue did not dare to entertain wild hopes at all, but he still had answers to the monitor Huang Ruoran.

”Ladies, I really want to help you, but, since you insist on choosing this song” Yellow River ”,I'll let our class art committee member Qiu Liang teach you how? He is a genius in music singing. He set up a Huaer Orchestra in high school. He is the lead singer. If he teaches you, I promise you will soon be able to sing the song Yellow River well. ”

The English major girls are full of doubts. They are rivals with the Monitor and control major. Their rivals suddenly came up and said they wanted to help them. Isn't this unusual?

”Zhao Shijie, right? What medicine do you sell in the gourd?” Chu Yue could not help but ask.

Today, she is wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans tightly wrapped around her hips, revealing a pair of long white and fine legs, a clear and refined face, with curved eyelashes, an exquisite small nose, a lovely small mouth, and an unspeakably pure and beautiful demeanor.

”Princess Yue, trust me I am not selling medicine, I just want to help you, that's all,” Zhao Shijie said in distress.

As for Chu Yue, there is not a student in Hua Ye who doesn't know her, as they all even call her ”Moon Princess.”

[changing queen to princess henceforth]

”Are you so kind?” Chu Yue's almond eyes stared at him.

”The conscience of the world is that it is normal for a boy to help a girl. Besides, if we are friends, helping you is also helping her.” Zhao Shijie waved his hand in an innocent way.

Huang Ruoran thought for a moment and said, ”All right, please call Qiu Liang. If you can really help our class solve the chorus problem, then I owe you one.”

”Okay, hey hey ...”

Zhao Shijie was ecstatic. This opportunity was finally won by himself. When he thought that the whole English major was made up of delicate girls, his blood was boiling. Oh no, his blood was actually boiling. He waved to his class and cried, ”Qiu Liang, come here!”

A rather handsome boy came along, looking comfortable on the whole, except that his nostrils were turned upside down (arrogant) and he showed no regard for anyone.

As soon as Qiu Liang came to the English major, he coughed and shouldered his hands like a senior teacher. ”I've heard you sing Yellow River many times over there. The singing is really bad. Sometimes the tone is high, sometimes the tone is low, and there is no overall awareness. To put it bluntly, you are a group of muggles without any talent in singing.”

These remarks made the English major girls feel uncomfortable, but they managed to keep it down. After all, they sang really badly and needed this person to help them improve their singing skills.

”Now I will help you correct your singing one by one, starting with you.”

Qiu Liang pointed to An Huan, who was standing at the far right of the queue, ”Sing the song” yellow river ”from beginning to end.”

”Cantata?” An Huan was somewhat embarrassed.

”Yes, it is a cantata.” Qiu Liang replied. [no idea]

An Huan didn't want to hold the class back, so she had to bite the bullet and sing: ”The wind is howling, the horse is howling, Huang ...”