Chapter 37 Special Training

Face to face, Song Ya didn't want to hide her inner admiration, but tried to control it as much as possible, so as not to make her eyes look too lustful.

Mira and him stared blankly for a while, then leaned back to distance the two of them, cleared her throat, and began to play the prelude. She simply omitted the part where the keys were blocked by Song Ya, "Look inside..."

After singing the first verse, she folded her hands and looked up to the ceiling, still in that arrogant manner.

"If you don't sing, you don't sing, if you don't sing, you don't sing..." Song Ya deliberately imitated her tone when she left the audition that day, "Hahaha..." She also pushed her shoulder with her hand cheaply, Laugh out loud.

"You... hum!"

That pretty profile face instantly turned red, she turned her head away in embarrassment, and lost her temper again.

The ends of the long hair hit Song Ya's face.

It smells so good!

"Mr. Song."

Mrs. Jovovich came in from the door and looked at the two helplessly, "Don't tease her, she still has a childish temper..."

"It was him first!" Mira's voice was raised, and she was about to let out that iconic scream again.

"Milla..." Mrs. Jovovich looked at her sternly.

"As I said, just call me APLUS Mrs. Jovovich, okay, no kidding." Song Ya stood up and gave the piano to Mira, "Second section, continue."

Mira obviously has a good foundation, she plays the piano well, and her singing has improved since the day of the audition. It seems that she has been practicing very hard recently.

"Section three."

Song Ya walked slowly while listening. This classroom is small and the decoration is very old. There is no podium, only a small blackboard and six desks. It seems that the business of piano education here is not good. On the desk in front of her was a large travel bag with the mouth open, which seemed to be women's clothes, and beside it were a box of Lipton tea bags, two glasses and a small cassette tape recorder.

"Continue, don't stop, the fourth quarter."

After singing the song, "emmmm..." Song Ya rubbed her cheek and pondered.

I felt that the eyes of the mother and daughter were focused on me, "It's not good, it's still far away." He told the truth, this is a song that is very important to him, and picking up girls is a side job, and everything must be done to ensure the quality of this song under the premise.

Mila's eyes flashed, and her eyelids drooped.

"Song... APLUS, you have to help us." Mrs. Jovovich asked with a low posture, almost begging.

"Of course, I came here to show that I really want to help you. I like Mira..." Song Ya observed Mrs. Jovovich's reaction from the corner of her eyes, and felt that the other party's face became a little ugly, "And this is also Daniel's request. .” Immediately rounded up the words.

"So, Eric..."

He said to Eric who had just entered the door: "Put the cassette you brought here."

Mrs. Jovovich brought the tape recorder over and put it on the piano. Eric did some manipulations, and in the first round, the singing recording of the singer Song Ya was most satisfied with began to play.

"Have you heard the gap? According to my standards, Mira would never pass the first round." He gestured to the recorder, full of pressure.

Mrs. Jovovich sat down slumped, and Milla lowered her head, silently fiddling with the lace at the corner of her skirt.

"Hey... don't be discouraged, you guys, I'm here! Everything has just begun!"

It seemed a bit too hard, Song Ya quickly cheered them up, "First of all, let's solve the problem of timbre first, Mira." He began to seriously conduct special assault training.

"No, you have to pinch your throat and change the part of your pronunciation..."

"No, be more specific."

"no……"

"Or not……"

The clock on the wall slowly moved to twelve o'clock.

Song Ya felt that Mira was getting impatient, "Let's take a break, Eric, can we go and buy some coffee?"

"I'll go.

Mrs. Jovovich walked out, "There should be no shops open nearby, only the administrator of this building provides them." "

"Let me help you, Mrs. Jovovich." Eric chased after Song Ya's eyes.

Sending them away, Song Ya leaned into Mira's ear, "Hua Q..." He blew softly.

Mira was a little frightened, turned her head to look at him vigilantly, and said word by word: "If you continue to harass me like this, I will call the police. I have been in the modeling industry since I was eleven years old. Don't think that I have never seen someone like you before." !"

Song Ya looked at her gradually turning red ears and smiled, "What do you think I'm doing? Pronunciation, pronunciation! Do you remember how you scolded me that day?"

"FXXXYOU!" Mira yelled at him, probably to vent her anger.

"No, that's not the curse, you think about it carefully."

"FXXXYOU! I've been swearing so often, I can't remember."

"It's still not right, hold your throat, remember to hold your throat, as I taught you before..."

"Flower Q!"

"That's right! It feels right!" Song Ya finally got the sentence from the apocalypse, feeling comfortable.

"Flower Q!" Mira was excited.

"Don't be so hard, add a little ending sound, spend Q~"

"Flower Q~"

"Take it easy."

"flower q~"

"It's almost there, you have to have that kind of indifference and joking feeling."

"Flower q~flower q~flower q~..."

"Continue, flower q~"

"flower……"

"Milla!" Mrs. Jovovich came back, and she looked at the two in embarrassment.

"Mrs. Jovovich, it's okay. We are practicing the lyrics. This word has a large proportion in the whole song." Song Ya explained to her.

Mira chuckled.

"Hey, do you know? If it wasn't for this opportunity, I would never let Mira touch this kind of song..."

Mrs. Jovovich took Eric's plate and complained as she poured sugar cubes into four glasses.

"Really? I heard that Mira will join the group in the second half of the year, making that kind of cool movie." Song Ya stabbed her.

The sugar cube in Mrs. Jovovich's hand fell out of the cup, "No...you misunderstood, Returning to the Blue Lagoon is a remake of a classic movie, but the main scene is on the beach."

"She also filmed the movie Stealing the Moon starring Xue Linfen. Many people call that movie a pornographic movie..."

"I... I didn't pay attention when I signed the contract, and those scenes have nothing to do with Mira. Besides, it's an art film. It's normal for an art film to have that kind of lens. In European art films..."

"Okay, Mrs. Jovovich, let's not discuss this topic, okay? Sorry, I was a little angry when you said that about my song just now. I wrote this song for De Klerk in South Africa as a protest The racial segregation is still going on there." The pressure was just right, Song Ya looked at Mrs. Jovovich who was at a loss to explain, made a righteous speech, and then voluntarily withdrew from the battlefield, "Mira, let's drink something and continue. "

Mira grimaced at him.

"wrong!"

"It doesn't feel right, start over!"

"Forget the meaning of the lyrics, you just try to sing it as an ordinary girl's love song."

"There has been progress, but it's still not enough."

"Again!"

The boring practice continued, and the clock came to three o'clock in the morning.

"I want to rest." Mira twisted her legs, her voice was a little hoarse.

"All right."

Mira got up and walked out. Song Ya glanced at Mrs. Jovovich, who was dozing off on the desk, and followed her out with light steps.

Outside the bathroom, Song Ya waited in the dark, and heard the sound of flushing, and then Mira's tall figure appeared at the door.

'Crack', he hit the wall, blocking the opponent's way.

"I'll call the police." Mira tilted her head and pushed his arm hard.

"Are you scared?" Song Ya had already figured out the character of the rebellious girl in front of her after spending so long together.

Sure enough, Mira raised her head and looked directly at him, her eyes full of stubbornness.

Whenever she frowned, she had a charming neutral beauty. Song Ya looked at the bright eyes and mouth-watering red lips in the dark, and approached them a little bit.

There seemed to be a youthful restlessness heating up around her. Mira didn't dodge, and Xiaoping's chest rose and fell more and more.

Song Ya kissed it.