After the Group Pet, the Ancestor’s Vest Went Crazy

"Ten minutes? All right! Let's wait!" Yin Mengqiao embraced his arms, folded in front of him, with the corners of his mouth raised, hooked into a big Nike LOGO logo.

To brag, she felt that Yun Ling had already blown the cowhide to the sky.

She wanted to see if the time was up, the dead hillbilly didn't write the song, would he feel a pain in his face?

The other students in the class craned their necks when they heard Yun Lingneng write a song in ten minutes.

Yun Ling flipped through the book on his desk and found that he didn't even have a scratch paper.

Qin Yanyue on the side handed him a piece of white paper in time to make her less embarrassed.

"Go, go, read the book, don't stare at Brother Yun, he will be nervous." Yu Minmin looked back, and 20 or 30 heads came together.

The students turned their heads back reluctantly.

With a wave of his hand, Yun Ling slashed a stave on the draft paper.

She looked up around her eyes, looking for inspiration.

His gaze patrolled, and then landed on a figure on Qin Yanyue's desk. The figure was Jing Tianming in "Qin Shi Mingyue".

Looking at the image of Jing Tianming in a long gown in Qin clothes and holding a sword in a sigh, her mind suddenly jumped out of the five tones of "Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu", and the tones were quickly connected together and became a coherent song. song.

The tune in her mind was transformed into a modern stave through the pen in her hand.

It only took her two minutes to write down the entire tune.

Next, come to the part of filling in words.

At first, Qin Yanyue lifted her cheeks and looked at Yun Ling lazily. He didn't react very much when she saw her writing a series of notes, because he couldn't understand these notes.

It wasn't until he saw Yun Ling mark the numbers 1234567 under these notes that he was sure that this guy had already written the tune!

Qin Yanyue doesn't understand rhythm, but Yu Minmin understands.

Although she is not very eye-catching in the piano hobby class, she still has a good grasp of the basic knowledge of music.

"Wow! Worthy of being my Brother Yun! I knew you were a genius!" Yu Minmin covered her mouth in amazement.

When the classmates heard her sigh, they turned their heads unanimously and cast their sights.

Yun Ling raised his left hand, put his index finger on his lips, and made a silent gesture, cold and cool.

Yu Minmin suppressed his excitement, his eyes widened, and he stared at the words that Yun Ling was about to fill out.

When Yun Ling wrote the first character, Yu Minmin couldn't help but gave a thumbs up.

The best writing in the class is definitely Qin Yanyue. Qin Yanyue's block letters are definitely the champion of the calligraphy contest.

In the past, Yunling used to write very casually. Basically, she used dragons and snakes, like ghosts and symbols. This time, in order to let the students understand her writing, she was serious about 800 strokes.

Even Qin Yanyue couldn't help but wrinkle her eyebrows, her eyes shifted from Yun Ling's lower case to her face.

She never handed in homework, and during several exams, the handwriting was impossible to read.

He always thought that her writing was ugly...

[Since ancient times, heroes and heroes are more chic, the world is wide, and the world is far away;

The boy said that he walked through the big waves to wash the sand, the wind was bleak and the water was cold;

The young man said, he walked through the lonely smoke in the desert, and the sun was setting in the long river;

...

Sword spirit is overwhelming, just to protect the family and the country to return the family! ]

The words are very heroic, just looking at the words between the lines, Qin Yanyue's mind can show a number of exciting pictures.

He doesn't understand music, but he understands words.

"Good words!" Qin Yanyue's first reaction was to shout, and clap and applaud.

Yu Minmin leaned his head close, and echoed in a loud voice: "Mom! Brother Yun, you are so literary! I hum..."

To the tune, she couldn't help but sang.

The other classmates finally couldn't help it, and threw the textbooks away, and they all rushed over.

Yun Ling picked up the draft paper, stretched out his middle finger, and ticked in Yin Mengqiao's direction: "Come on, inspect the goods."

Yin Mengqiao had been pretending to read early. Hearing Yu Minmin's screams from time to time, he would quietly turn his head to observe Yun Ling's state.

She didn't expect that the hillbilly could really write a complete song? And the time is still so short?

"It's no use for ten minutes, I watched it, eight minutes!" Yu Minmin poked his watch and said to the students.

Classmates, you look at me, I look at you, you can't believe it.

"When Jay Chou wrote "Dear That Isn't Love", it seemed that it took less than ten minutes. Oh my God, could Brother Yun be the next Jay Chou?"

"Qiaoqiao, aren't you proficient in temperament? Come and hum the song, let's listen to it!"

"That's it, come on!"

Yin Mengqiao was driven to the shelf by the duck and came to Yun Ling's seat, trying to grab the draft paper in Yun Ling's hand.

But before her hand touched the draft, Yun Ling waved her hand: "I'm holding it, you look at it with your eyes."

Her tone was very cold, her eyes were very perverse, as if she was saying: Yin Mengqiao, you are not worthy of touching my things.

Yin Mengqiao twitched the corners of her mouth aggrievedly, because she was ten centimeters shorter than Yun Ling, so she had to look up to see the score on the draft.

First hummed to the score, and then tried to sing.

However, as soon as she spoke, her voice became hoarse, like a drake quacking.

"Cough cough cough!" She cleared her throat quickly and sang again, but this time, she squeezed her throat and sang in a false voice.

"...Why don't I think it sounds good?" The classmates looked at each other, you look at me, and I look at you.

The other students nodded in agreement.

"Cut! Yin Mengqiao, this is how you say your voice is good? Your broken voice, you can't even find the tune, it's shameful!" Yu Minmin interrupted Yin Mengqiao unceremoniously.

Yin Mengqiao was not convinced: "You can do it, then you can sing! Yun Ling's pitch is too high!"

"I'm not as good as humans, what's the beep?" Yu Minmin gave her a blank look, swallowed, cleared his throat, and started humming.

The same words, changed to different people to sing, it is like changing a song.

"Very good!" The students clapped and applauded, giving Yu Minmin a lot of face.

When Yu Minmin sang the chorus, her face flushed red: "Brother Yun, these few sentences are so difficult... It takes the dolphin sound to sing it out, right?"

"Yes." Yun Ling nodded, put his hand on Yu Minmin's shoulder and patted: "Xiao Nizi is fine, there are two brushes, and I know how to sing here."

Being praised by Yun Ling, Yu Minmin immediately became shy, bit her lip happily, and tugged at the corner of Yun Ling's clothes: "Brother Yun, would you like to demonstrate by yourself?"

"All right." Yun Ling put away the score, and sang easily without having to read words and music.

The voice is high-pitched and very penetrating.

When she sang the first sentence, the students immediately felt enthusiastic.

Until she sang the chorus, she naturally switched to a dolphin sound...

This is not over yet, when she sang the second part, everyone's eyes widened in surprise!

Obviously they are all Chinese, but they have a feeling of understanding but not understanding.

"Is it possible, which dialect does Brother Yun use?"

"It's Zhongyuan Yayin." All the students were ignorant, but only Qin Yanyue understood...