Chinese entertainment for engineering students

Chen Jiaying knew Teacher Dai's purpose of introducing students to her, and Teacher Dai had already told her bluntly that she wanted to ask her opinion. After all, she is the agent of a superstar and handles matters in the entertainment industry professionally.

Of course, Teacher Dai also knows his situation. After all, he has not worked for a long time, so he probably has the intention of recommending students.

Chen Jiaying is very happy to have a student who comes to meet Teacher Dai. A few days ago, Teacher Dai introduced her student to her very enthusiastically. For such a well-known music educator, Chen Jiaying has no time to respect him. Doubt his judgment.

It is not without reason that such a vocal trainer can highly praise a person.

Therefore, she already had a good impression of Wang Fei, and her meeting today deepened this impression to the extreme.

This is a very beautiful girl with exquisite makeup and exquisite clothes. Although the brand cannot be seen, she looks very decent.

The simple dress shows off her slender figure, heroic face, and cold temperament.

When chatting with Dai Sicong, he would show some girlish charm from time to time. The transformation of that kind of temperament is extremely natural, without any sense of stagnation.

This kind of performance caught Chen Jiaying's attention almost instantly. She was sure that this was a person who was born for the stage.

At this time, Teacher Dai and Wang Fei had already talked about her breathing problem.

"You said you have been practicing breath training recently. How is the effect?" Teacher Dai asked after hearing Wang Fei talk about learning breath training from a strange person before.

Teacher Dai had studied vocal music in Mainland China before, and later further studied it in his childhood. It can be said that he has knowledge of various schools at home and abroad.

But there is still nothing that can be done about the problem of Wang Fei's lack of breath at the lower level. He can only avoid it through some techniques, but this time he heard from Wang Fei that he found a solution.

Teacher Dai was naturally disapproving, but he also had a vague expectation that he would really see something different.

"It's already working, but it's not complete yet. It will take some time to continue practicing." Wang Fei told the truth. She has clearly felt the effect, and she is obviously more comfortable singing now than before.

Especially when you need to play in the high range, the feeling of freedom is really intoxicating.

At the same time, in the mid-low range, she can provide more chest and abdominal resonance, adding a touch of heaviness to her originally thin mid-bass range.

"Then just sing it, and let Jiaying listen to your singing." Teacher Dai suggested.

"OK"

"I'll accompany you." Teacher Dai stood up and walked to the piano. It's an upright piano. Most apartments have this kind of piano. If there was a triangle, the living room would be gone.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," Wang Fei also stood up, walked to the piano, and followed the teacher's notes.

This is preparation before singing and a means to adapt your voice. At the same time, it can also subtly improve the singer's pitch and form a mechanical memory.

Singers who don't have perfect pitch practice this way. Listen, sing, then tell the difference, listen again, sing again. The so-called no talent at all means that what you listen to and what you sing are never consistent, and muscle memory cannot be formed.

In fact, there are very few people who are truly tone-deaf. Most people are mediocre and can still sing accurately after training.

Teacher Dai was familiar with Wang Fei's voice and had a very good understanding of her basic situation. He could tell the difference just by the note crawling.

Regardless of the middle or high notes, Wang Fei's singing voice has obviously increased in thickness. This is the product of the increase in the underlying breath, and it cannot be faked.

"The practice is really effective. The teacher you found is really good. He can solve all the problems of congenital deficiencies. How did you practice?" Teacher Dai was a little curious. As an educator, how could he not use this method to improve the congenital aura? Interested in inadequate training methods.

"Actually, I found a martial arts teacher who practiced martial arts. He accepted me as his disciple and taught me a set of breath skills." This was the answer Wang Xu and Wang Fei discussed, what about inner breath and the like? It's better not to spread it everywhere, that's asking for trouble.

Anyway, there are a lot of martial arts practitioners in Xiangjiang, so I can definitely believe this. Moreover, practicing Chuanwu does have some innate effects, at least strengthening the body, but it's just not possible in this world.

After playing for a while, Wang Fei's voice also opened up, her voice became more and more rounded, and the ethereal grace in the high range could not be hidden even with a simple "ah".

"I've made a lot of progress. How about trying a song you weren't good at before, Su Rui's?" Teacher Dai's eyes seemed to be shining, as if he saw a piece of beautiful jade gradually revealing its true appearance.

"Okay, let's do "If the Wine Is Sold Without"." Wang Fei was also a little tempted. She always liked to try different styles. She really rarely sang Jenny and Su Rui's songs before, and her voice never matched.

With the same treble, her voice is ethereal and clear, like the sound of nature, while Su Rui has a majestic and thick voice. Wang Fei knows her own weaknesses, so she has always tended to avoid the most important and rarely sing Su Rui's songs.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't like listening to it. She still likes Su Rui's songs, especially when her best friend plays many tapes under Su Rou's name.

"What a familiar voice,

How many years of wind and rain have you accompanied me?

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Wang Fei's voice was still ethereal, but it was a little fuller and rounder, and she suddenly felt a sense of ease and ease.

During the days when she was with Wang Xu, she didn't put much thought into singing, and most of her practice was supervised by Wang Xu.

After returning to Xiangjiang, he stopped for a day because of laziness. He remembered it again yesterday, and he was sweating properly. Then he missed Wang Xu's human air conditioner again.

The apartment in Xiangjiang has air-conditioning, but it is not as comfortable as the air-conditioning in the arms. It is not so cold and biting, and it does not cause weird problems like this or that pain. It is simply the best air-conditioning experience that is natural and pollution-free.

Wang Fei's mind was a little wandering, and she was not so emotionally involved in singing. It wasn't until the teacher coughed twice that she realized what she was doing. She quickly put her thoughts back and focused on singing again.

"Without heaven, there is land. Without land, there is no home. Without home, there is no you. Without you, there is no me."

Wang Fei's heart returned to the song. She was not an orphan, and she did not have a tragic childhood, but she also had a longing for home. Especially this time, she suddenly felt a different kind of feeling.

Wang Xu gave her not only a kind of passionate enthusiasm, but also a lasting and meaningful warmth, a contradictory feeling, but harmonious and unified.

This is what she longed for. A few days apart did not make her forget, but made her miss her even more. This kind of emotion was integrated into the song, but it couldn't help but add a touch of longing to the song.

"It was you who raised me, who spoke my first words with me, who gave me a home and let me share it with you!"

This is a climax chorus. Wang Fei's high notes rise almost effortlessly, and then slide down leisurely, as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon, rising and turning, mellow and smooth.

That kind of high-pitched sound that seemed to have no skills, but it contained a very high foundation. After more than a month of practice, Wang Xu's indoctrination, the cool air in her body slowly rotated leisurely, but effortlessly supported her. Breath makes every breath longer and more powerful.

The chest and abdominal cavities did not resonate too much. Instead, they supported the breath upwards and directly reached the cranial cavity, giving the ethereal singing a richer foundation, allowing her to never fall to the ground no matter how she hovered, as free and easy as an eagle soaring in the sky.