Rebirth of the National Male God

Yangzi was a twenty-five or six-year-old young man. He was stared at by Qin Fan's dark pupils, and cold sweat broke out. He stood up instantly and gave Qin Fan a military salute, "Reporting to the chief, I was the one who made the call. Because of the chief's situation at the time, I had to wait outside for help. I thought the number 1 button was the general's number, but who knows... …”

Qin Fan has no expression, but the more expressionless the more frightening he becomes, "What did you tell him?"

Yoko: "General, I'm having a headache again!"

Qin Fan: "This time you have done a great job. After you go back, I will personally teach you three days of martial arts."

Yangzi looked like the sky was about to fall, "Chief! I really don't need to bother you personally..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Qin Fan snorted.

Yangzi suddenly looked like a wilted eggplant.

Qin Fan stared at his mobile phone absentmindedly.

Originally, he did not want the child to know his illness. Who knows, how long has it been exposed, not only is it exposed, but the child's behavior seems to have been known for a long time, along with his effect on himself.

Qin Fan, who had calmed down at this time, only remembered what happened half a month ago. After learning from Guo Chengxiong that the child was killed, he was taken away by Dou Wenqing. At that time, he only had time to call the current head of the Dou family. There was a sudden situation, and he couldn't tolerate a little distraction. In order to complete the task earlier, and for the inexplicable mood of going back to see the child earlier, he had not had a good rest for half a month, and the highly concentrated workload made him fall into a state of madness.

This time the state was not indistinguishable between the enemy and the enemy. He clearly remembered that the task had been completed perfectly. Otherwise, the group of people under his command would not have used his mobile phone to make calls at this time.

"Leave the aftermath to Zhang Chuan, go back." Qin Fan looked at the V-blog private message from half a month ago and the missed call display on his mobile phone, and his heart was like being scratched and wanted to see the child.

Others certainly have no objection.

This battle was mainly due to Qin Fan leading the audience, but they did a lot of work, especially to keep up with the highly concentrated Qin Fan, both mentally and physically exhausted.

"After I go back, I'm going to apply for a vacation. I haven't seen my girlfriend for a long time. If I get poached, I'll be finished!"

"Hahaha! Just like you, it's not surprising to be dug up!"

"Hey, Yoko, don't even think about taking a vacation. Didn't you hear from the head that he wanted to reward you in person?"

"Ahhh! You bastards with no sense of human nature!"

Qin Fan stared blankly at the slapstick of a group of rough men, and the only thought in his heart was: go back and fix them one by one.

How can there be the slightest idea of ​​not giving up.

Of course children are different.

Qin Fan's mind turned, and Emperor Gao Leng's face did not reveal his inner thoughts at all.

The reason why Si Huang hangs up Qin Fan's call here is because he feels that since the other party is sober, there is no need to continue talking. Second, a new call came from the mobile phone, and it was from Grandma Yu.

"Grandma." Si Huang answered the phone.

"Little Phoenix, come to the school's recording studio 101, grandma is waiting for you here." Grandma Yu's cheerful voice sounded.

Just from the sound quality of the phone, Si Huang could feel her happiness, "Okay, I'll be here soon."

After hanging up the phone, Sihuang said to Yuxi, "Go to Huaxing."

Feather neatly stood up.

In ten minutes, Si Huang and Yu Xi arrived.

As the final exam is approaching, the filming of "Red Moon" has also been temporarily slowed down, allowing the students of Huaxing Art School to concentrate on preparing for the exam. Today was supposed to be a holiday for the filming crew of "Red Moon", but the arrival of Si Huang still caught the attention of the students of Huaxing Art School. When the professor in class found that the number of students in his class had been severely reduced, he immediately thought of the reason-now there is only one person who can make students of Huaxing Art School collectively truce.

Studio 101.

Si Huang knocked on the door a few times, and the door opened from the inside.

"Come here." It was Grandma Yu who opened the door. As soon as she saw Si Huang, she took her hand excitedly, "It took half a month to finally not lose face in front of you little guys, look."

She handed Sihuang the sheet music on the table.

Si Huang first greeted the vice-principal and Mr. Tie politely in the recording studio before carefully looking at the music score given by Grandma Yu.

It's fascinating to see it, bring the rhythm and rhythm into your mind, and get familiar with the simulation little by little.

Five or six minutes later, Si Huang regained his senses and saw that Grandma Yu and several others were waiting for him, "I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Grandma Yu knew what she wanted to say, so she waved her hand and said with a smile, "How do you feel? Do you feel it?"

"Very good, really." Si Huang raised his head, and when he said this, his eyes were bright and serious.

Old Tie and the vice-principal both smiled.

They are of course full of confidence in the works they have made together, but Si Huang's attitude still won their favor.

"Let's just say, even if you retire for a few years, your sword is still young." Grandma Yu asked Si Huang with a smile on her face, "But this song is not easy, do you think there is something wrong with this song?"

Sihuang smiled, "Whether there is a problem, it's up to you, grandma, to decide."

Grandma Yu pointed into the recording studio, "Try a cappella, don't be nervous for the first time, I didn't ask you to do well, Grandma just wants to see how high your voice can be. According to Grandma's experience, Little Phoenix's The sound is absolutely adaptable to both high and low levels.”

Sihuang nodded and walked into the other side of the glass isolation.

After a few minutes of careful observation, she had already memorized the lyrics and melody, but she still put the sheet music on the shelf in front of the condenser microphone.

Outside the glass window, Grandma Yu made a gesture that it was time to start.

Si Huang took a light breath, then looked at the music score and opened his mouth to the condenser microphone.

A low, hoarse hum, instantly stimulated the physiological reactions of several people outside Grandma Yu, and goosebumps appeared.

Grandma Yu's eyes widened, her eyes full of love and appreciation, and the vice-principal's face turned serious.

A person's voice is good, but singing may not be good. Grandma Yu believed that Si Huang could sing because of her rich experience, but Si Huang's real performance was beyond her expectations.