MTL - The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo-Chapter 20 : red pepper (medium)

In fact, the song that Yu Xianzhisheng picked in his memory was not "Red Chili Pepper", but "lemon". The reason for giving up is very simple - "lemon" needs too much reverb, unless it is Giving him a piano can give him a variety of accompaniment, and the five-color tones of the bozi soda are obviously not up to the requirements.

In addition, the song "Red Pepper" is more lively and cheerful. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Hitomi Kuroki crying, wanting to sing a funny song to make her happy.

Yu Xian is a childish boy, how can a word be so stable.

It's like the reason why he played "The Original Landscape of Hometown" with a wave soda bottle, but gave up the hand xun, or the Mongolian throat flute that he had practiced.

If he chooses two of the latter, he doesn't even need to bring a bottle of bozi soda, as long as he really has hands and a voice.

Mainly considering the level of the people below. If they took two hands and played a high octave, these people would have torn their throats to see if there was a player buried in it.

Yes, those two were too amazing. He didn't dare to use them. He was worried that he would frighten the Muggles below. Become a research slice.

"Do you really need a musical instrument?"

Principal Kazuki Sawano questioned Yuzuru again.

This temperament old man is looking forward to Yu Xianzhisheng's performance more than anyone else. If this performance is even more amazing than the previous one, then this year, with just one student, Yu Xianzhisheng, Sawano and Shu can be in the East. The Great Art Headquarters walks sideways.

"No need." Yu Xianzhi placed the bottle in his hand and adjusted the order.

Yu Xianzhisheng's words were brief, he only said a word or two and nothing else. Zeye and Shu only wanted to stay by his side and chat with him casually, so as to rub his camera and let the people in the headquarters see To how harmonious the relationship between the two people is. But Yu Xian Zhisheng didn't realize Sawano Kazuki's careful thoughts, and he said that if he didn't need it, he wouldn't let him go.

"Give him a close-up of the camera." Kazuki Sawano walked to the backstage and directed the videographer surnamed Itakura. "Let the children who depend on the family help him take a good look at his serious work."

Itakura nodded fiercely: "Please rest assured, the three main cameras have been scheduled, and they are all shooting him."

"The No. 1 machine is shooting his profile, the No. 2 machine is shooting his hands, and the third machine is a close-up close-up," the female apprentice said, looking at the monitor, "Master, where are you shooting him? prettier?"

"You're still asking this?! What a fool!" Itakura slapped the female apprentice on the head with a newspaper.

"I know! I mean the best shot!" The female apprentice covered her head.

"Slap him on the lips, Itakura." Sawano Kazuki said suddenly.

lips?

Itakura was stunned.

Principal, this lip is not good to be slapped, he is still a child.

You must know that the meaning of lips in photography is like Adam's apple. Old-school photographers in Europe and the United States liked to take pictures of girls' lips for a period of time, and they could never forget them for a lifetime.

The meaning of this order is really unclear. It always feels like fishing. Principal Zeye, who are you trying to catch?

"Let's shoot." Sawano Kazuki saw Itakura's hesitation, and left a sentence of unknown meaning, "Sometimes it's a very happy thing to let others see something that will never be available."

"Slap Yu Xian on the child's lips." Itakura excitedly gave the order, watching the fun is not too big of a deal.

About ten seconds later, the image was zoomed in and fixed on the big screen behind Yu Xian Zhisheng. Yu Xian Zhisheng's thin lips appeared in everyone's eyes, the lip folds were meticulous, and the lip beads were bright and shining. The slightly open lips can see neat little teeth, and a little deeper can see the slow flow of body fluids through breathing.

Sawano Kazuki nodded, turned his head back to sit on the board of directors, adjusted his tie, lowered his head and grinned.

"What's so happy about it?" A council next to him also laughed.

Sawano Kazuki smiled and pursed his lips, then raised his chin at the viewing seat where the central district was located.

The councilor followed Sawano Kazuki's line of sight and saw a group of coquettishly dressed women sitting in the central viewing area, covering the lower half of their faces and swallowing frantically.

This large group of women are not parents, but high-level guidance sent by the Dongda Art Headquarters, and all of them have a large number of shares in the Dongda Art Group. Their assets can be called the upper class in Tokyo, the rich woman among the rich women.

"You kid!" The council members pointed at Zeno Kazuki with a smile.

When we were studying together at Dongda Art University, Zeye and Shu were the ones who knew how to play the most. Now that such an important occasion is such an important occasion, he dared to play with those women, which is why he had the courage to do so.

"It's filthy." Zeye Kazushu laughed for a while and said softly.

"Can't you forget it?" The members of the council patted Sawano Kazuki on the shoulder.

The group of women sitting on the viewing seats in the central area are not good people. No matter what world there is, there is such a power and **** trade. They are here to appreciate art and to choose toys. After almost every performance of the literary and art report, several male students sneaked into their Mercedes-Benz nanny car through the back door, and it would not be returned after a week or so.

"You hate them?" the council member asked softly.

"I don't hate, I just hate myself for being useless." Zeye and Shu whispered, "Dongda Art needs their support, and the rights of the men behind them. If I have those rights, I can save the children. down."

"Don't blame you, it has nothing to do with you, Zeye." The council member shrugged. "It's okay if you don't do this kind man. You don't know how happy those male students were when they came back, carrying a bag of money."

"So, you put Yu Xianzhi's lips on it, aren't you afraid that they will ask him by name?"

"They dare not."

"why?"

"Because of the price they can't afford it." Sawano Kazuki leaned back.

......

"Give it up, Brother Da Huai, you can't afford the price." Chie Fujiwara in the student seat of Chuo District shook the wave soda in her hand and said to Huai Yiyong, the head of Class S, who was dry-mouthed.

"I just saw that boy's elbow turned out on the first side, Fujiwara, you can really do it." Da Huai Yiyong sighed jealously.

This girl originally planned to drink the bozi soda with a schoolbag on her back, but now she has to keep it for the guy with the feather string. He can't drink a bottle to quench his thirst, and he doesn't sell it for double the money. Before it started to grow, it went into someone's nest. If I want to go out and buy it now, I can definitely buy it, but I am afraid of missing the performance of the guy on stage.

Fujiwara Chie snorted, rubbed her skirt, and panted heavily: "Seimei, woohoo~ my Seimei, woohoo~"

"What exactly is "Red Pepper"? Music or song?" the female student next to Chie Fujiwara asked, "Looking at Yu Xian, it doesn't look like he wants to play."

"He's going to sing?" the female student asked in confusion. "What do you think, don't mess with it."

"Bottle accompaniment," said Kirima Hiiragi after thinking for a while. "It should be singing."

"Red peppers, they're here to serve us dinner." A male classmate next to him said with a humorous smile, then he turned his head and saw Hitomi Kuroki's eyes that looked like he was about to kill, and hurriedly shrank his head and shut up.

"What do you think, Ryosuke." The girl next to Akagi Ryosuke asked in a low voice.

Akagi Ryosuke took a deep breath and shook his head.

He didn't like this performance without piano accompaniment.

Among the arts of Dongda, the most difficult to choose is the art of singing, which has many forms and complexities, and it is very difficult to obtain examination scores.

Learning a musical instrument requires diligence. As long as you make persistent efforts, you will definitely get a good return, and the musical instrument can be adjusted to the best state at any time according to your needs.

But singing is not good. Singing requires talent, and talent determines the upper limit. If you are not born, you will never have it in this life. No matter how hard you work, you will not be able to reach the top.

It's like being born with a male duck voice, no matter how hard you try, you will only become a skilled male duck voice.

The most obvious difference is that in the conversion of bass to high pitch, some people raise the tone that is the birth of the Kraken, and some people raise the tone that the water is boiled, there is no comparison at all.

"This is definitely not an area where you can be brave." Akagi Ryosuke breathed a sigh of relief.

Like him, not many people are optimistic about Yu Xianzhisheng. On the contrary, there are many people who think he will roll over on the ground. However, it is understandable that children will know the truth of accepting when they are good.

......

Yu Xianzhisheng didn't have so many dramas in his heart. He placed the bottles one by one, tapped lightly, nodded lightly to Zeye and Shu, and started.

He knocked on the bottle, and the bottle made a crisp sound. This tune has no rules, it is light and follows, like a river merges into the sea, and birds return to their hometowns.

The elves played a game of plaid in his throat, bouncing, eager to run out and play.

So he sang aloud.

......

The women in the central viewing area are making a deal.

The chips representing different amounts passed through the hands of the staff like water and fell into the ancient box called [Final Selection]. The amount inside had reached an astonishing level in just ten minutes.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kasawa, for her support of Dongda Art." Okaba Ryuman wiped the sweat from his forehead. He has said the same thing many times, and the chips donated to the school by these noble ladies are about to be stuffed in the ancient box. full.

Yu Xianzhisheng's lethality to these women is truly terrifying.

The amount has gone from the initial 30,000 yen to the current 300,000 yen.

"300,000 yen, the first time."

"300,000 can only be the right to his eyes, do you want to follow?"

"And, where's the lips?"

"Add money."

"Follow, double it."

"Mrs. Kazawa, just now, Mrs. Zauki, she paid twice as much as you." Okaba Ryuman handed a cup of scented tea to the woman and whispered in the woman's ear. The scent on her body made you sweat.

"Follow, double it." Mrs. Kasawa handed over a new chip, and at the same time a new cup of scented tea came to her. There was a lot of scented tea in front of her, and the words 'Thank you for helping' were written on the tea bag. .

So we came to the level of 1.2 million yen.

People sitting around them would occasionally look over and see the amount of money they donated to Dongda Art.

There was no communication between the women, and the silent smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air. Everyone stared at the brand in their hands, thinking only of getting what they wanted most at the best price.

"1.2 million, thank Mrs. Xiangze for her assistance to Dongda Art."

"Double." Mrs. Hitomi smiled and threw the sign away, winking at everyone playfully. Okubata Ryuo hurriedly picked up the sign and threw it into the old box.

"2.4 million, is there anyone else?"

"Follow, triple, sisters are too stingy." Mrs. Linai took up a fan and covered her face.

At this moment, the surrounding wives were quiet, UU reading www. uukanshu.com, but she looked like she was about to tear Rinako to shreds.

Okobata Ryuo's hand trembled slightly while holding the sign.

At this time, the singing from the ceremony platform came, and the crisp music played into everyone's ears.

The moment the singing came out, the women's thighs suddenly tensed, and their fingers squeezed the chips in their hands.

The song lasted about four and a half minutes. During these four and a half minutes, they did not move or observe the expressions on each other's faces. They seemed to have been weathered into sculptures, staring at the crystal clear on the platform. child.

After Yu Xian Zhisheng's song ended.

The entire gymnasium hall fell into a long silence.

In these four and a half minutes, Rinarako, who quietly listened to this song, her body froze, and her fan stopped shaking. She found that the animal nature and long-suppressed desire in her body were wiped out by the song one after another in her heart. , like being washed away by the clearest rain in the world to wash away the dust settled in the bottom of my heart.

Like a gurgling bubble, it disappeared with a snap, and no trace was found.

When the singing is closest to her soul, the distance is only 0.01 cm. She knows nothing about Yu Xianzhisheng. After listening to this song, she finds that she is hopelessly in love with this child.

Almost at the same moment, Rinarako reacted like the other women, and all the chips in her hand were pushed out by them.

"I need more money..."

"I can still pay more..." Rinarako's red lips trembled slightly, her eyes were red, and her mind turned frantically, "If you can get him dirty, you can earn any money... .."

......

Sawano and Principal Shu, screwed up.